
                               The Pool
                             by NyteMyst

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Even at the age of twelve I was desperately and hopelessly in love
with Susan Davenport.  She was a year older than I was and as
gorgeous a young lady as one can ever hope to meet.  She had long,
burnished golden hair, a slim athletic build that seemed perpetually
tan, and an array of brilliant, sparkling white teeth that made her
smile truly radiant.  I loved her, I remember, with that
all-encompassing, heart-rending passion that is the province of
adolescent worship, but, at that age at least, I could never be in
her presence without being painfully and humiliatingly tongue-tied.

Although the Davenports lived less than a quarter of a mile from my
home, our families had almost no social contact and it was only
through school that I saw her regularly.  She, being a year older
than me, started High School before I did and during the whole of
that particular year I caught sight of her maybe only a dozen times
or so.  This changed the following year, of course, when I began
Grade ten, and I again started to see her almost every day.  My
actual contact with her was still limited, however, to simply
worshiping from afar since she had developed into a truly lovely
creature who was able to turn the heads of man and boy alike.  For
me, a lowly sophomore, she remained as remote and as hopelessly
unattainable as ever before.

I suppose the situation would never have changed but for the fact
that Chad, my best friend since age nine, started to date Susan
toward the end of my sophomore year.  Chad was actually almost two
years older than I was, but a debilitating bout with pleurisy had
held him back in school and when we met we were both in the same
Grade.  Our fathers worked together at the Wellington Electronics
plant and, since our families used to socialize together, it seemed
only natural that he and I would become fast friends.

Chad, although he preferred a small circle of friends, was very
popular at school.  He was a brilliant student, with an easy charm
and a good sense of humor, and he was blessed with rugged good looks
that made even the prettiest girls at our school act like complete
idiots in his presence.  When he started going out with Susan, to the
chagrin of many young ladies, I was initially jealous as hell and I
think, although I would never have admitted it to myself, that I
hated him just a little bit.  In time, however, I came to accept the
situation as being part of the natural order of things, and I
consoled myself with the realization that, even if I could never have
Susan, I was at least happy for my friend.

One of the upsides of the relationship between Chad and Susan was
that, being Chad's friend, I was thrown into contact with this
gorgeous girl more intimately than ever would have been likely
otherwise.  As a trio we did everything together, and, although I
always kept my true feelings to myself, I came to love Susan even
more deeply.  I guess I would have happily died for her back then, if
she had asked me, and I always wonder now whether she ever suspected
or knew how I really felt.

Secret love aside, our friendship was very real and Susan was as nice
a person to me as one could hope for in a companion.  The three of us
used to go to the beach on the weekends, enjoy long walks in the
hills, and, occasionally, we would sneak a surreptitious beer or two
together at some hideaway or other.  So tight did we become as a trio
that year that it became something of a joke at school, and I recall
a number of times when fellow students would good-naturedly ask if we
would all be going to the prom together.  Even Susan, to my great
pleasure, sometimes jokingly referred to me as her number two
boyfriend, and I seem to remember that, after school was out for the
summer, I spent nearly as much time at her house as I did at my own.

Susan lived with her father and stepmother in a spacious, beautifully
furnished house sequestered, complete with pool, behind a high stone
wall.  The other member of the household, apart from Maria, the
Colombian maid, was Becky, Susan's younger sister.  She was five
years younger than Susan was and about as unlike her older sister as
two siblings could be.  Whereas Susan was fair, and of a rather quiet
disposition, Becky was boisterous and had dark hair that she kept cut
short during the whole time I knew her.

Although I was unconscious of it at the time, I realize now that
Becky had something of a crush on me.  I was hardly disposed to
notice this of course, even though she was around all the time, since
the whole of my romantic interest was centered on her sister who
looked on me only as a friend.  In retrospect, I think this says
something about my ability to recognize true beauty since today, such
is the way of things, Susan is a very ordinary housewife, rather
inclined to fat, while Becky is a ravishing, still single lifeguard
down in Malibu.  In fact, I heard recently, although I haven't seen
it, that she was featured in a revealing, yet tasteful pictorial
calendar celebrating the beach beauties of Southern California.

I suppose it was only natural that I didn't take much notice of
Becky.  At the time, she had still not reached her twelfth birthday
and, though she was undeniably pretty, her slender, almost sexless
form could not, in my eyes, hold a candle to the delectable curves of
Susan.  She joined us in the pool quite a lot of the time, and
sometimes played Monopoly, or other games with us on rainy days, but
for the most part I barely noticed her presence.  It was not until
one Saturday evening toward the end of that summer that the situation
changed for me in a way that was as disturbingly exciting as it was
unexpected.

It came to pass, one weekend, that Mr. and Mrs. Davenport were away
at a golf tournament and, since Maria was also off visiting her
sister, Susan was left in charge of the house.  Naturally this meant
that our freedom to go off and amuse ourselves elsewhere was
curtailed to some extent, but we still managed to plan a pleasant few
days around the burden of having to take care of the house and Becky.
On Friday night we ordered pizza and watched several rented movies,
and on Saturday, we took Becky to the zoo in the morning and spent
the remainder of the afternoon driving leisurely up the coast.

That evening, Chad and I went and fetched a case of beer and then we
had barbecued chicken out on the patio.  It had been a very hot day
and, after supper we lounged around in the pool, the three of us
sipping beers while Becky amused herself in the shallow end.  Once it
got dark, Becky excused herself to go and watch television inside and
I stayed with Chad and Susan for about half an hour longer.  It got
to the point, however, that they became so wrapped in themselves,
kissing and nuzzling at each other that I, feeling a little ignored,
climbed disconsolately out of the pool and went for a walk around the
grounds.  I took a beer with me and sipped away at it as the warm
night air dried me off.

When my beer was done, I went to the kitchen for another and then I
climbed the stairs up to the recreation room where Becky was
stretched out full length on the floor watching the big screen
television.  I sat down behind her on the comfortable chrome and
leather couch and began to watch along with her, occasionally taking
a swallow from my beer.  The television show, something about sea
turtles as I recall, was not particularly interesting to me and,
after a few minutes, I found myself looking at the young girl instead.

Becky had changed into what I took to be her nightdress.  It seemed
to consist of an oversize white T-shirt that terminated somewhere
about mid-thigh.  Several times she idly raised the pretty tan shaft
of her lower leg and, each time she did so, I caught a full and
direct view of the white cotton panties covering her crotch.  It was
a little too dark to make out any actual detail, but the sight was
undeniably erotic and I discovered, to my horror, that I was
developing an erection.  This was more than I was prepared to deal
with and, after she had done it for the fourth time I pulled myself
up from the couch and wandered out onto the wooden deck overlooking
the pool area.

The pool, I should explain, is actually two separate pools joined by
a channel about five feet wide and ten or twelve feet long.  The
first one, the one nearest to the house is vaguely kidney shaped and
the other one, the smaller of the two, forms a half-moon shape with a
wide set of steps descending into the water at the shallow end.  The
space between the two swimming areas is grassed over and it contains
a number of palm trees along with a few small flowering shrubs.
Lights, strategically located here and there, illuminate most of the
area and there is a changing area attached to the house that is
accessible both from the poolside and from the deck where I now stood.

Intending to go and look for my friends, I descended the staircase
into the changing room and had just reached the bottom step when I
looked out the window and saw them.  They were half-sitting,
half-reclining on the cement steps into the little pool and they
appeared to be kissing.  I watched for a moment and then I suddenly
realized, with a little shock, that Susan had her bikini top
completely off.  Horrified, I looked away in embarrassment.

Chad, to his credit, was never one to brag about his sexual exploits.
He had once confided in me that he was looking forward to his first
time with Susan, so I knew they hadn't had intercourse yet, but I
also knew, from various signs I had observed, that their relationship
had gone beyond the holding hands stage.  Naturally, this was not
something I liked to think about, given my feelings for Susan, so it
was particularly difficult to be confronted with this graphic proof
of their intimacy.  I tried to walk away at that moment, but
something seemed to be holding me there and, feeling very ashamed of
myself I stole another look at the breasts I had so long wanted to
touch.

Susan and Chad were partly lost in shadows, but the dim glow from the
underwater lights of the pool threw her glorious tits into stark
relief.  They were not large, but they were beautifully formed and I
could make out the dark shape of her nipples on each of the smooth
cushions of flesh.  Mesmerized by the beautiful sight, I climbed to
my knees on the wide wooden bench below the window and continued to
watch as they kissed.  In moments, I was sporting a tremendous
erection and I was so engrossed in what I was seeing that I
completely failed to notice the fact that young Becky had come down
into the room behind me.

"What's happening," she asked, suddenly appearing at my elbow.

"Jesus Christ!"  I shouted, almost jumping out of my skin.  She had
startled me so badly I almost dropped my beer and I turned on her
fiercely.  "Don't ever sneak up on me like that," I hissed angrily.

"Well...excuuuse me," she pouted in annoyance.  It was quite dark in
the room, but I could see she was still wearing nothing but her
nightdress.  "What are you looking at anyway?"  she asked, climbing
up on the bench beside me.

I didn't respond to her question, not knowing what to say, and so she
peered in the direction in which I had been looking.  She was silent
for a moment, as her eyes adjusted to the shadows, and then she gave
a little gasp.

"God," she exclaimed.  "He's got her top right off!"  Chad, in fact,
was now beginning to fondle Susan's right breast with his hand and we
both stared at what was going on in rapt silence.  "Wow...do you
think they're going to do it?"  whispered Becky a moment later.

"Becky!"  I gasped, genuinely shocked.  "You really oughtn't to be
looking at this you know."

"And you should be?"  she asked, giggling as she gave me a little
punch in the arm.

"Alright...alright," I mumbled, feeling myself blush.  My cock was
still embarrassingly stiff in my swimming trunks and I was glad that
it was too dark for her to see.

"Do you think he'll take his bathing suit off too?"  she breathed,
clearly intrigued by the prospect.  I gave a low chuckle.

"You little pervert," I teased her.  I reached across her back and
squeezed her waist just below the ribcage, causing her to utter a
little squeal and dig her elbow sharply into my ribs.

"Well...you got to see my sister's tits," she giggled.  "I should get
to see something too, you know...that's only fair."  I laughed along
with her.

"Well...maybe you're right," I said, giving her another playful
little squeeze.

We continued to watch the activity outside for several minutes.  Chad
was now rolling Susan's nipple back and forth between his thumb and
forefinger and, though we couldn't see Susan's expression, it was
apparent from the way she had her arm hugged tightly about his waist
that she was enjoying it very much.  She had also curled one leg over
his and was rubbing the sole of her foot up and down his calf in
obvious ecstasy.

"This is kind of sexy, isn't it?"  whispered Becky, her words
suddenly sending a delicious little shiver up my spine.  My hand was
still resting on her waist and the warmth of her flesh beneath my
palm felt so good that I was reluctant to move it.  Becky herself
didn't seem to mind it being there and, in fact, she actually slid
over toward me a little bit so that we were nestled quite tightly
together.  The sensation, I discovered, was very pleasant and
suddenly, the action going on outside seemed far less interesting
than what was happening right here inside the changing room.

Stealing a glance to my left, I took a look at the pretty young girl
beside me.  She had pushed her folded arms forward across the wide
windowsill and was watching through the glass in rapt attention, her
chin resting on her hands.  Below the boyish cut of her straight dark
hair, the nape of her slender neck curved down into the white top she
was wearing and her hips were thrust out so that the bottom of the
garment hung sexily down over the shelf of her bottom.  I saw how the
middle of the cloth was creased slightly as it hugged the crevice of
her buttocks and I realized, at that moment, that the stiffness in my
groin now had less to do with Susan than it did her alluring little
sister.  I was a little disturbed to discover that I wanted very much
to touch her in some very intimate ways.

Hardly daring to breathe, I allowed the hand that now rested lightly
on her hip to slide downward until it slipped below the hem of her
shirt and over the velvet smoothness of her thigh.  I paused, when I
first touched flesh to see what she might do and, when there was no
noticeable reaction, I began to slowly caress her bare leg, sliding
my hand up and down the sexy softness.  I continued in the same area
for several minutes and then I began to move my hand further up, inch
by inch, until I felt my fingertips graze the cottony fabric of her
panties.  I held it there for a moment and then, taking one hell of a
gamble, I slid my hand sideways until my palm was flat across the
gentle swell of her butt.

If there was going to be a negative reaction from Becky, I'm sure it
would have happened right then.  When she didn't scream, or pull
away, I breathed a silent sigh of relief to myself and I began to
caress the soft pillows of flesh, gently massaging each one in turn
and cupping my palm to squeeze and knead the tender little globes.
My cock felt heavy between my legs now and, emboldened by my success
so far, I angled my hand until it pointed downward, allowing the
middle finger to lie flat along her crack and push gently inward.
Her panties were a little tight, but I was able to tease the soft
cotton far enough between her cheeks so that her taut little muscles
gripped at my finger deliciously.

I started to edge my hand downward, curving it beneath the underhang
of her bottom, and I was delighted when Becky shifted her hips
slightly, parting her legs to allow my hand to slide between.  Her
breathing was coming slow and heavy now, her eyes looking almost
glazed, and it struck me that she too was taking less interest in the
action outside.  Being quite aroused now, I slipped my fingers even
further forward into the tight little nest formed by the top of her
thighs and my cock gave a little jump as I encountered the twin
cushions of her plump little pussy lips.  I began to rub, easing the
lips apart and massaging the fabric of her panties into the space
between.

As I rubbed, Becky gave a tiny sigh of pleasure and her head dropped
until it lay sideways on her forearm.  She was clearly enjoying what
I was doing to her and I thrust my hand even further between her
legs, curling my palm upwards and cupping the whole of her sexy
little mound.  I let my index finger push against her tight little
slit and she moaned again, pushing herself seductively against the
flat of my open hand.  I wiggled my finger back and forth, spreading
her wider as I did so, and I made the material of her panties
stimulate the little pleasure button nestled inside her delicate
pussy lips.

My god, but I was turned on by this sexy little angel!  I knew then
that I had to touch naked flesh and I was just summoning up the nerve
to go inside her panties when a sudden burst of feminine laughter
from outside made me jerk my hand away from Becky in surprise.  She
too was startled by the noise and the violence of her reaction caused
her to lose her balance and slip from the bench.  She landed on the
floor with an alarming thump.

"Jesus...are you okay?"  I hissed.  A giggle from the floor told me
she hadn't hurt herself.

"Yeah...I'm alright," she replied.  "I gotta pee pretty bad though."
She clambered to her feet and then crossed the changing room to the
little washroom at the back.  When the door closed behind her I
turned back to the window and peered out into the shadows to see if I
could see what the noise had been about.

I quickly discovered that our alarm had been completely unnecessary.
Chad and Susan had simply moved from the pool over to the little
wooden box that enclosed the water pump.  Susan was sitting on the
slope of the box top and Chad was standing between her legs, kissing
her with his chest pressed up against her naked breasts.  She had her
arms about him and, as I watched, she brought her legs up and locked
her ankles around behind his butt.  I was still staring at them when
the toilet flushed and Becky came back out.

"What are they doing now?"  she asked breathlessly, climbing back up
on the bench.

"Oh...more of the same," I replied, nodding in the direction of Chad
and Susan.  Becky followed my gaze.

"Ooh...that looks pretty naughty," she giggled.  She slid over once
again, so that the side of her slender little body was pressed up
tightly against me.  For a moment I didn't move to touch her and she
gave a tiny little nudge with her hips that might have been
inadvertent, but which I am pretty sure was an impatient signal for
me to continue.  I was more than happy to oblige, of course, and I
raised my hand to her left thigh once again and started to slide it
up under her shirt.  My palm slipped up over the satiny skin, higher
and higher, and then, as I felt the bony projection of her hip, I
came to a startling and very exciting realization...

Damn it but the little minx had taken her panties completely off!

My erection, which had flagged a little during the last few minutes,
was suddenly back with a vengeance and it felt uncomfortably confined
within the tight fabric of my trunks.  Still keeping my left hand on
Becky, I shuffled backward off the bench and hurriedly pulled the
garment off, letting it slide to the floor as my cock burst free.  I
then climbed back on to the bench, so that I lay with half my chest
across Becky's back, and then I pressed my erection hard into the
wall below the window so that the rough wooden surface ground
deliciously against the sensitive head.

Gently kissing the nape of Becky's neck, I let my left hand sweep
lightly over the naked skin of her buttocks and then I snaked my
index finger down the tight crevice between, teasing the tender flesh
within.  Becky had again put her head down on her arms and, as I
tickled my fingers down into the nether regions between her legs, she
began to emit tiny little moans and twitch her hips seductively.  I
let my middle finger slide up into the furrow of her pussy and my
heart skipped a beat when I felt the slick wetness that now
lubricated the inside of her plump and tender vaginal lips.  I slid
it back and forth, coating my digit with the sweet, sticky nectar
from her cunt.

My eyes were closed now, so as to better concentrate on what I was
doing, and it surprised me when I felt Becky's hand come down over
the window sill and slide down across my stomach.  She swept the palm
over the swell of my abdomen and then she reached lower still and let
her fingers curl around the turgid, throbbing stiffness of my cock.
I gasped at the touch and I couldn't help but arch my back a little
to allow her even better access to my groin.  She continued to
explore, running her fingers along the underside of the shaft and
cupping my scrotum, and I eased my forefinger higher up the front of
her pussy and wiggled it into the crevice.  At once, with a little
thrill of pleasure, I could feel the tip of her hard little clitoris
pressing into my finger and I rubbed it back and forth, making her
cry out in sheer ecstasy.

Becky was very wet down there now and I pulled my hand back a little,
feeling with my fingertip for the moist opening to her honey pot.  I
found it, deep within the delicate inner lips, and I pushed inward a
bit, sliding the end into the hot, wet hole.  She gripped me
incredibly tightly, moaning as I probed, and I went higher, wiggling
and twisting as I slid even further into the slick depths.  I wanted
to fuck her badly at that moment, but I knew that her virginal pussy
was too small for me just yet and I didn't want to hurt her, even for
the delicious ecstasy that would result.  Already, my finger had
encountered the taut membrane of her hymen and I knew that I would
have to satisfy myself with probing her with just my digit alone.

Despite the fact that intercourse was impossible, I knew that I
wanted to feel her body against me when I came.  Her hand was already
bringing me very close to that point and I carefully eased myself out
of her grasp while I still was able, then I slipped off the bench and
moved to stand behind her.  She raised her head when I did that,
obviously wondering what was about to happen, but she showed no
concern at what I was doing and I understood in that moment that she
trusted me to be gentle in whatever I chose to occur.

She was now kneeling away from me, with her head laying on her arms
and her hips thrust out at me invitingly.  I reached out toward her
with trembling hands and then I raised her T-shirt, allowing myself
to view the gorgeous sight of her tiny bottom for the first time.  It
was beautifully smooth and rounded and the cheeks were spread apart
in a way that made me almost weak with lust.  Swallowing hard, I took
her hips in my hand and I edged closer, letting the hard rod sticking
up from my groin slide gently between her thighs and press hard
against the slick wetness above.  At once, as though at a silent
signal, she drew her legs together tightly and suddenly I was
deliciously trapped between the muscular columns of flesh.

Even if I had just stood there without moving, I know I would have
come very quickly.  As it was however, I managed to thrust back and
forth for several minutes, and I delighted in the amazing sensations
it produced.  I tried to angle my hips upwards as best I could and
this made the width of my rod push up between Becky's lips, causing
her to groan and thrust downward in response.  I am not sure to this
day whether she climaxed or not, but the way that she bucked her hips
towards the end makes me think that she did.  I hope this was the
case, of course, for the orgasm she gave me was one of the best I
have experienced, either before or since, and the memory of the
moment still makes me weak when I think about it.

When I did come, in great convulsing spurts, my load splattered all
over her stomach and against the inside of her T-shirt.  It was
rather embarrassing, of course, and this did nothing to assuage the
inevitable guilt that followed as soon as the waves of pleasure had
subsided.  I disengaged myself from Becky and sat heavily down on the
bench beside her.

"Look..."  I began hesitantly, when I finally caught my breath.
"I...I'm really sorry that happened, Becky."

She climbed down from the bench and looked at me in genuine surprise.

"But...I thought all guys squirted like that when they did sex
stuff," she said, obviously confused.

"Uh...yes.  Yes, that's right..."  I stammered.  "But what I meant
was...what I meant to say was that it was wrong for me to do
that...to take advantage of you."  Becky just stared at me, her mouth
agape.

"But why?"  she demanded finally.  "It was nice...I liked what you
were doing..."  I nodded at her gratefully for this assurance and
then she giggled mischievously.  "Except," she added, "...now I have
to change my T-shirt."  I was too taken aback to do more than blush
at this and she giggled again and patted me lightly on the cheek.
"Don't worry about it," she said, and then disappeared up the stairs.

In point of fact, I did worry about it of course.  For the next two
weeks or so I was on tenterhooks waiting for the secret to reach the
wrong ears and it took sometime for me to finally believe that the
danger had passed.  In time, I relaxed to the point that I probably
would have repeated the experience had the opportunity arose but,
alas, as things turned out, that never happened either.

The relationship between Susan and Chad didn't last much beyond the
end of the summer and, inevitably, I began to see less and less of
the Davenport family.  Becky and I were never alone together and all
that I have left of the interlude is a very erotic memory and a very
curious sense of irony.  It struck me, in later years, that between
Becky and her older sister Susan, who was the queen of the High
School, and desired by males young and old, it was Becky, five years
her junior, who was the first to end up with a cock between her
legs...

