It was less than half an hour later when she arrived. Mum got to the door before me, and let her in.

"Oh, hi Mrs Brown."

"Hi Chris. Oh, I like that dress." She wasn't the only one. I was standing gawping when I should have been taking over.

"Yeah, it's hot out there. This was the best thing I could come up with."

"It's lovely. You're here to see Paul?"

"Yeah. Paul?" She called over to me. "You ready?"

"Yeah. Oh, hold on, gotta get something."

"I'll come up with you. Nice to see you, Mrs Brown."

"You too, Chris. Are you two going somewhere?"

"I'm going to help with a secret project," I told Mum with a straight face.

"Secret?"

"Yeah."

Chris piped in again then. "He's just going to help me feed my Uncle's cat."

"It takes two of you to feed a cat?"

"It's vicious," I offered.

"And the food is up high," Chris added.

"Listen you two, how about you just admit you like hanging out together, and stop all this pretending?"

"What pretending?" This from Chris.

"Mum!" Obviously that was me.

"Well, look, we got Christie-Anne over here in the first place because we thought you'd be good for each other. Your Mum and I would like to know it worked, Chris."

"Well, for a smelly kid..." Chris started laughing then.

"She's alright for an oldie," I responded.

"Alright, alright, play it like that. I can still tell."

"Mum, mind your own, would you?" I softened the words with a smile.

"Not talking about it any more!" She put her hand out in front of her face.

"Thanks, Mum."

"Mrs Brown, you're okay, you know that?"

"Why, thank you Chris. Now go!" She left the hallway to carry on with whatever she'd been doing before.

"Come on Chris."

"I thought we were going upstairs first?"

"Oh, yeah. Yellow sundresses have to go first."

"You're just hoping for a peek at my panties."

"That's not all."

"I bet."

"You hope."

"Could be."

I followed CA up the stairs, and yes, I looked at her ass the whole way. At the top of the stairs, we turned to my room, and then Chris stopped, and looked at me.

"Hey, what did you come up here to get?"

"Towel. I didn't want any questions from Mum, even though I have some of my own."

"Don't I get a kiss?"

"God, yes!"

"Mmmm... Ooh, get the towel. I need to use the bathroom."

"Oh, alright, if you insist."

"Take my bag."

"Huh?"

"Put your towel in it, with mine. No questions from downstairs then."

"Ah, got it. Another kiss first?"

"Yes!"

After she pushed me away, and ran off with a big grin on her face, I stood and stared. My God, she was gorgeous. She turned back, and grinned at me. "Meet you downstairs, okay?"

"Yeah sure, CA."

"Get me a glass of water, would you?"

"You want a coke instead?"

"Oh, yeah, if it's really cold."

"'tis."

"Cool."

"Yes," I said.

"Smart ass!" and she wiggled her ass at me to make her point.

I took her bag into my bedroom, and stuffed the towel in it, before heading back downstairs. By the time she showed up, I'd poured two glasses of coke and was standing staring out the window. Chris sneaked up behind me, put her arms around my waist and whispered "Where's your Mum?"

"Outside. Gardening."

"I wanted to tell you something."

"Uh huh?"

"I've got a couple of surprises for you."

"Oh? Such as?"

"They're not surprises if I tell you."

"Well then, Granny, why in hell did you bring it up?"

"Suspense."

"I could call you names."

"You just did, youngster."

"Worse names."

"Not here. Your mother might be upset."

"I'm wondering if I can upset her, where you are concerned."

"I know what you mean, but I have no idea why."

"Me neither. Still, might as well make the most of it." I turned then, and took her into my arms. Our lips met, and our bodies melted together. "It's amazing," I told her quietly, "how easy it is to get used to this."

She pushed me away suddenly. "Come on, or we'll never get this cat fed."

"Spoilsport."

"I'll make up for it, Paul. Promise."

"Ooh, good."

The walk was mostly uneventful. We chatted quietly, and I stared at her, watching the way her body moved in the thin yellow dress, and how her face crinkled up when she grinned. She was watching me too, I noticed, realising for the first time that she felt the same way about me as I did about her. It was a nice feeling. Comfortable, safe, happy.

Her Uncle's house was only a few blocks away, but it was so hot in the sun that by the time we got there I was looking forward to getting out of the heat and relaxing for a few minutes.

We turned down the driveway of the house, and had walked about halfway down before I could see the house. I was stunned.

"CA, what does he do?"

"Do? Oh, well nothing, I don't think. He did something right at some stage, and made a pile of money, and since then I think he just manages it. He's always off somewhere on holiday though."

"Does money run in your family?"

"Hardly."

"I wondered."

"He's the only one. Anyway, down here."

"Here? But the house is over there."

"We're not going to the house."

"Oh?"

"No. The cat is locked out of there. She makes messes now and then."

"Yuck."

"Yeah. So when Ben is away, she has a home down by the courts."

"Tennis?"

"Uh huh."

"Cool."

"You like?"

"Yeah, I do. Not today, though. Too hot."

"Okay. Ummm.... how to do this. We need to get through this door."

"This is a shed?"

"Not exactly. Combination. See, like this? Got it? 7758. And then enter."

"7758. Okay. I hope. You sure you should tell me?"

"I trust you. You might want to know."

"I need to get into your uncle's toolshed?"

"Nope. Take a look."

I walked through the door in front of Chris, and just stood there. In the end, she had to push me out of the way, so she could get through.

"You seem a little surprised, Paul."

"A little. Wow!"

In front of me was one corner of a large swimming pool, glittering and blue in the filtered sunlight. Around the pool sat a number of table and chairs, and various beach balls and the like. A couple of flotation toys sat motionless in the water. A high ceiling made the whole thing look incredibly spacious, and with the heat of the morning, the water looked very inviting.

Chris left me standing staring at the pool and walked down the side, and through into a side room. I followed her in the end, only to find her filling a bowl with some sort of dry cat food, next to a bowl of water.

"You mean the cat business was for real, CA?"

"You bet. I wouldn't lie to you. You know it. Kick that cat flap, would you, and make sure it's working? It jams sometimes, and Darth can't get in."

"Darth? Who calls a cat Darth?"

"Ben does. She's black, and slinky. She's just missing the voice."

"Shouldn't she be here?"

"Oh, she wanders all about. Ben has a big place. She's in charge."

"Okay. That it?"

"Yeah. Make sure we shut the door though. We don't want Miss Vader in at the pool. No telling what she might do."

"Got it."

"So, listen, lover, you want to swim?"

"Lover?"

"I wanted to see how it fitted."

"And?"

"Not sure yet, Paul." She reached up and gave me a quick kiss. "Sounds nice though."

"I agree."

"Thought you might. Swim?"

"Oh, yeah. But you only told me to bring a towel."

"I know! Boys are a little slow sometimes, right?"

"But what if someone comes?"

"Nah. Ben's away for another month or so. He took his girlfriend and her kids with him."

"Yeah, but..."

"And we already locked Darth out, so you can't get your twig and berries clawed by a vicious cat."

"But..."

"Hey Paul, if you don't want to..."

"No, no. I want. God yes, I want."

"Good. Get 'em off."

"Here?"

"You don't want me to see?"

"No, no. You are most exasperating, you know."

"You learn that in English this week?"

"Last week. How come I'm the only one undressing?"

"Show you in a minute. Mmm... I like to watch you do that."

"Anything else?"

"A twirl. Oh, yes. Again? Now stop, before you get dizzy, and come over here. I have a dress you need to help me with."

"Help?"

"Yeah. See, that's why I invited you. I knew I couldn't get this dress off all alone."

"Uh huh. What should I do?"

"Well, use your imagination. Alternatively, give me a kiss, and then lift this thing up over my head, and off."

I followed orders reasonably well, and after a delicious but quick kiss, I reached down and took the hem of the short dress into my hands. Lifting it, and watching what was happening, I looked back up at CA's grin. "Um... listen, babysitter, you seem to be completely without panties."

"I thought you didn't want me to be called that?"

"Don't change the subject."

"Ha ha. Welcome to surprise number one."

"Oh, wow. There are more?"

"You'll have to wait and see. Now hurry up. I want another kiss."

I annoyed her a little then by dropping the dress back over her thighs, and giving her a quick peck on the cheek. "Now I can take my time, right?"

"Not if you know what's good for you."

"Ooh, I like it when you boss me about." Despite my words, I was following through with the orders, and had hoisted the dress up and off, as Chris tipped her arms forward. When she stood back up, she had nothing on but her bra.

"Sorry about this, Paul. I wanted to leave it off too, but I was scared your mother would see, and you'd have noticed on the way over here, I think."

"You worry too much. This way I get to take it off."

"Go on then. Oh, that's better."

"I agree. You know, Christie-Anne, you are gorgeous."

"You're only saying that because you want to get in my panties."

"You don't have any."

"No excuses now."

"Do I get a hug then?"

"Try to stop me!"

The next little while was a jumble of running and giggling, chasing each other around, and across, the pool. We were both pretty confident swimmers, and the privacy to play silly naked games like this was too much to resist.

Eventually though, we both calmed down a little, and came to a halt at the end of the pool. I was in the water, looking up at Chris, who was sitting on the edge, her feet in the water.

Her skin looked wonderful. I'd seen it all before, but not in the open like this, with proper light, and I was amazed at the freckles that covered her body. Somehow her skin was bouncy, and giggly, just like her mood. I was in heaven.

I approached her slowly, and stood in the water at the end of the pool, my arms up, my hands resting on her knees. I realised this was my chance to take some initiative, and I grabbed her knees, pulling her gently, but firmly toward the water, until her bum was right on the edge, and her legs were wrapped around my body.

Needless to say, I needed to part her knees to manage this, but she wasn't resisting at all, her almost permanent smile the only reaction I was getting. That is, until I looked back up at her, and she leaned forward to kiss me on the head.

"You know, Paul, I couldn't imagine doing this with anyone else."

"I should hope not."

"Well, except Johnny Depp."

"Fair enough. Don't let me stand in the way."

"I'll remember that."

"Do that, Chris. Do that. In the meantime though, how about doing something for me?"

"Such as?"

"Well, I've never had a really good look. How about moving those knees apart a little more?"

"I...", and she whispered then, "...okay."

"Thanks, " I whispered back.

Chris shuffled slightly forward, and with her whole body blushing, she spread her knees as far as she could, giving me an unbelievable view of something that had previously been such a mystery to me. I stood there, my cock aching with hardness, and looked. Stared. Ogled.

Her pubic hair, along with the rest of her, was wet from the pool, and had flattened as a result, and it was almost as though she had none. Not in a sleazy, dirty way, like the pictures that I'd looked at, but beautifully, naturally. I could have watched all day, but I noticed something else, and was brave enough to bring it up.

"Chris, I know there's a lot of water here, but this moisture, inside here, that's something else, isn't it?

"Oh God, are we really having this discussion?"

"You want me to stop?"

"No, no. It's just, for some reason, I'm excited to have you looking at me like this."

"You are?"

"Uh huh. A lot."

"If you were all alone, and were this excited, what would be happening?"

Another blush rose up her body before she spoke. "I'd be doing something about it, Paul. Something desperate."

"Do you think..."

"No!"

"Okay. Sorry. I was just wondering about..."

"About what, Paul?"

"Well, just... exactly how you do it."

"I told you."

"Oh, yeah, I know. But it's not the same as... seeing. Sorry Chris. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"No, no. It's alright. I... Oh, God, look, like this..."

"Hold on. You sure?"

"Can't be worse than when I showed you how to do it, could it?"

"I honestly have no idea, Chris. None at all."

"Yeah. Well, I just... Oh, fuck. I'd reach down, and, depending how I was dressed, I might have some clothes to remove, or slide down the inside of."

"Not much here."

"No. And then, depends how turned on I am."

"And?"

"Very."

"Oh, good."

"Yeah. So in this case I might just..."

She stopped talking then, closed her eyes, and reached a single fingertip down between her legs, down past the flattened thatch of red hair, down inside herself, and scooped a little moisture. Sliding gently around for a while, caressing up and down her labia, dipping back for some lubrication when it was needed, she slowly made her way to her clitoris, pulling her lips apart gently with one hand, and stroking herself with her slippery finger, caressing over and around her now visible clit, forgetting for the moment that I was there.

As I watched her body swaying in front of me, her hands busy with herself, I realised I wanted to help, and I began licking one of her knees, slowly working my way along toward her thighs, my eyes on her busy fingers, my cock rigid and twitching beneath the water.

As my tongue worked its way closer and closer, Chris could tell where I was going, and wasn't at all surprised when the tip of my tongue reached her coated finger, and slid on and around her, feeling her movement so intimately.

I'd never tasted a woman's intimate juices before, and I didn't have any idea what to expect, but in the event I was pleasantly surprised. I'm not at all sure I could describe the taste, but it was sweet, and salty, and so very, very personal.

I licked all over her, below and around her finger, as deep inside her hot tunnel as I could get, and then returned to licking the skin of her busy digit, following its movements as best I could, until Chris changed her strategy, and her finger withdrew a little.

She spoke then, for the first time, whispering down to me as her finger and my tongue were busy. "Paul, I love to come this way, with my fingers. I've masturbated for a long, long time, but I've never had a tongue down there, and it feels wonderful. If I take my finger away, could you take over?"

I couldn't really answer very well, but I made my willingness apparent with some tongue movements, and she moved her hand away. I quickly glanced up to see her playing with her nipples again, and then returned my focus to my work.

When I ran my tongue over her clit, I could feel her whole body vibrate, and I stopped, worried I'd done the wrong thing. Chris didn't hesitate to reassure me.

"No Paul, oh, please don't stop. Do that again. Please Paul. Oh God, I want you to make me come. Oh, yeah, just like that. Oh, God. Oh, oh... I will be your girlfriend, Paul. I was just teasing. Oh, but just... yeah a little. Oh, faster, just a little... Oh fuck! Oh, my God!"

She pushed me away suddenly then, and I thought I'd kept going too long. Before I could even look up, though, she tipped herself forward and fell into the pool, sinking to the bottom for a moment before surfacing and shaking her head.

Looking around frantically for a moment, she took my head into her hands, and kissed my forehead. She spoke quietly and desperately. "Let me do all the talking, alright?"

"Talking?"

"Shush!"

I followed her gaze then, and finally saw what had upset her so much. Looking down to the other end of the pool, toward the door we had come in through, I could see two people standing. The pool was big, but not big enough that they couldn't have seen us.

Blinking my eyes a couple of times to clear the water from them, I looked again. A guy, about my age, wearing trunks. Brown and muscled. And a girl, thin and cute, dark hair, bright pink bikini. Suddenly I realised that I knew them both.

CA gave me one more warning glance, and then said hello.