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   The summer was drawing to a close.  Already the mornings were just a bit
cooler, not chill enough for a jacket or a sweater, but noticeable.  The
days were still warm though, sometimes climbing into the low nineties.  On
one such day, Sara headed for her friend Tammy's house.

   Tammy was throwing her annual 'end of summer' pool party.  Anyone and
everyone were invited.  Come one, come all, Tammy didn't care, as long as
everyone had a good time.  It helped that she was rich, and could afford
the expense, not to mention having a huge in-ground pool, Sara thought a
bit cynically.

   Sara liked Tammy, but sometimes the girl got on Sara's nerves.  She gave
no thought to the consequences, fully believing that 'daddy' would get her
out of any trouble.  Sara had only escaped punishment for some of their
exploits herself by the skin of her teeth.  She grinned.  The girl did
throw a hell of a party though!

   Sara pulled up near Tammy's house, parking behind the long line of cars
that were already there.  Yep, Sara thought, she can really pack 'em in!

   Sara headed around back.  There was no point in going through the house,
everyone would be outside, enjoying the pool, sunning or just horsing
around.  She could see at least twenty people here already, and it was
still early!

   "Hey Tammy!" she called, seeing her friend, wrapped in a very short
terry-cloth robe that really did nothing to conceal her bathing suit,
standing near the edge of the pool.

   Tammy turned, grinning.  Sara saw that something was already on her
friend's mind.  Tammy met her at the entrance to one of the small tents
that were meant to act as changing rooms for her guests.  Sara ducked
inside, just before her friend.

   Tammy popped in.  She had a big, excited grin on her face, and was
acting like she was about to burst at the seams.

   "Alright, out with it.  You're going to explode if you don't tell me
what's on your mind." She slipped out of her light t-shirt, revealing the
top of her bikini.

   Tammy gushed, "you'll never guess who showed up about two seconds before
you!"

   Sara adopted a vapid, wide-eyed look, teasing her friend.  "Oh I just
couldn't guess!" she said in a teasing tone, doffing her shorts.

   "Sara, I'm serious!  Steve came in right before you got here!" Tammy
giggled.  "He's changing right now."

   Sara felt the tingle of adrenaline wash over her.  Steve!  She seemed
frozen for a second, then quickly glanced down at her suit.  What if he
didn't like it?

   Tammy saw her friend's sudden change of demeanor and knew exactly why it
had occurred.  Sara had had a crush on the school wrestling champion since
before they graduated.  She grinned at the uncharacteristic hesitation that
now took hold of her friend.

   "Come on, it won't be that bad.  He likes you too, you know."

   Sara glared at Tammy.  "How would you know?" she said threateningly.

   Tammy shrugged, oblivious.  "I asked him," she said simply.

   "Tammy!" Sara was ready to throttle her friend; she was so pissed.

   "Relax!  Just act normal and no one will notice that you're ogling him."

   Sara threw up her hands and stormed out of the small tent.  With one
swift movement she threw herself into the pool.  The underwater quiet
seemed to sink into her head, and when she finally broke the surface, on
the other side of the pool, she had calmed down some.  One glance back
toward the tents though and she almost lost it again.

   Sara's stomach fluttered when she saw Steve.  He'd taken up a spot near
the edge of the pool and was settling down in one of the numerous chairs
scattered about.  He'd just finished rubbing on some tanning oil, and his
hard muscles gleamed in the sun.  Sara was more than aware that she wasn't
the only one eyeing him.  That just irritated her even more.  Why had she
even come to this stupid party!

   Steve deliberately looked right at her, and their eyes locked for just a
second.  Sara couldn't hold her gaze steady though, her eyes shifting away.
She stood there, unsure of what to do, hoping something would distract
Steve long enough for her to slip away unnoticed.

   She should have known not to wish too hard.  Tammy appeared again,
smiling and chatting with a number of her friends, but obviously making a
beeline for Steve.  Sara swore under her breath that she was going to
slowly pull out Tammy's fingernails, and a number of other things, whatever
would cause her the most pain.

   She hurried to the edge of the pool, about as far from Steve as she
could get, and pulled herself out of the water.  Quickly grabbing one of
the towels Tammy had scattered about, Sara headed for the house, not once
glancing toward Steve.  She was somewhat proud of that.

   Once inside, Sara quickly glanced out, checking on her annoying friend
and the object of so many of her fantasies.  Steve was helping Tammy shift
one of the heavy tables on the deck, for no good reason that Sara could
see. She paused, watching as Steve's taut muscles bunched and strained. 
Oh, damn, Sara thought.  She quickly swallowed, and with what she thought
was a massive effort, pulled herself away from the window.

   She headed upstairs, heading for Tammy's room.  She'd be able to change
into some of her clothes there, leave by the front door and go home.  She'd
have to kill Tammy later, when she returned her things.

   She'd just slipped out of her bikini, wringing it dry before putting it
on again, when she heard Tammy open the door downstairs.

   "I've got a couple more things you can move for me upstairs Steve," Sara
heard.  "If you can put the dresser against the far wall, that'd be great!
Sara's probably up there too." Sara heard the teasing grin in her friend's
voice.

   She listened for Steve to respond.  Nothing.  Maybe Tammy was just
teasing her.  The more she thought about it, the more that made sense. 
Tammy could be annoying, but would she send Steve up here, now?  Well,
maybe.

   Sara, still nude, heard the door to Tammy's room open.  She quickly
peeked out of the attached bathroom, but didn't see anything.  It must be
Tammy, she thought.

   "Ha ha, Tammy.  You keep it up and you won't be able to start classes in
a few weeks.  You'll be too busy recovering from all the broken bones I'll
give you!" Sara bent over to slip into her bottoms again.

   "Tammy didn't come up.  She said I'd find you here." Steve's voice came
from right behind her.  Sara spun about, awkwardly, half in and half out of
her suit.

   She barely caught a glimpse of the bathroom door, already ajar, being
pushed open.  With a strangled gasp, Sara tripped on the treacherous suit,
falling to the floor.

   "You okay?" Steve stuck his head through the opening.  They both froze,
Sara from embarrassment, Steve from finding Sara almost completely nude. 
"I'll be damned," he whispered.

   Sara had tears in her eyes as she tried to conceal herself, not really
accomplishing much.  She just wanted to disappear, never to be seen again.
She expected Steve to quickly leave.

   He didn't.  When she looked up, finally, he was still there.  He had
come all the way into the room, and was patiently waiting for her to look
up.  When she did, he gently offered her his hand.

   Still utterly humiliated, Sara reached out.  With little effort, Steve
hoisted her up, then wrapped his gleaming, muscular arms about her.  She
sobbed into his chest, unable to look up.

   Steve never said a word, simply stroking her hair while she cried. 
After a few moments, Sara came to realize that her body, still unclothed,
was pressed against Steve.  Her hands, which had been bunched under her
chin, seemed to move on their own, moving across his broad chest and down
his hard arms.

   Sara finally glanced up, looking into Steve's eyes.  He smiled softly,
then bent, kissing her deeply.  She felt his powerful hands brush across
her bare back.  She was so aroused by then that when one of his hands
dropped, ever so slowly, to rest on her bottom, she couldn't contain her
light gasp of pleasure.

   She knew Steve was just as aroused as she was.  He still wore his
bathing trunks, but they did little to conceal his massive hard-on.  She
dropped one hand down to touch it, stroking him through his shorts.

   She felt him shift at her touch.  "Let's go into the other room," he
whispered.

   She nodded, reluctantly letting him pull away from her long enough for
him to lead her into Tammy's bedroom.  Once Steve stopped moving, Sara
pressed herself against him again, and this time she was not at all shy.

   Steve's hands continued to roam, his strong fingers touching her
intimately.  With one arm still wrapped around her, his other hand found
her breast, squeezing lightly.  Sara moaned.

   Blindly, she reached out and attempted to pull his suit off.  Steve
moved to help, letting it drop, forgotten, to the floor.  She felt herself
immediately enfolded by him.  She lost herself in his kiss.

   Sara's hands glided across his oiled skin.  Eventually, she met his gaze
again.  "Will you take me?" she softly begged.

   She saw Steve swallow forcefully.  "Yes," he whispered huskily.  He
easily scooped her up, moving to the bed.  He laid her down softly,
allowing her to stretch out, giving her the opportunity to pose for him.

   Sara stretched, feeling Steve's hungry eyes roving over her nude form.
Her heart beat wildly, knowing this was a dream come true.

   "This has got to be a dream!" Steve said, his voice quivering slightly
with his desire.

   Sara laughed softly, delighted that he was thinking the same thing about
her that she was thinking about him.  Then she reached out, wrapping her
fingers about his ready shaft.  Steve groaned at her touch.  "Like that?"
she asked, stroking him a few times.  He nodded, his eyes closed.

   "What about this?" Sara bent forward, her tongue dancing across the head
of his cock.  She quickly moved to take him fully into her mouth.

   "Ahh, yes!" Steve gasped, and Sara felt the muscles of his thighs
tighten, becoming as hard as steel.  She continued her blowjob, half hoping
he would cum.  She stopped after a little bit, since she really wanted him
to fuck her.

   "My turn," Steve grinned, dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed
and easily spinning Sara about.  He positioned her so that her legs arced
to either side of his head, her pussy, gleaming with her arousal, directly
before him.

   Sara propped herself up, just in time to watch Steve cover her clit with
his mouth.  "Oh God!" She threw her head back, wincing at the overwhelming
pleasure Steve's flicking tongue was causing her.

   She felt one of his hands glide across her skin, wrapping about her
breast.  She murmured, delighted.

   Steve's other hand was busy too.  It quickly found it's way to her
vagina.  One finger found it's way into her damp hole, twitching, making
her shudder as it stimulated her soft flesh.  She was totally unaware of
when she had dropped back to the bed, her hands now clenching at the sheets
beneath her.

   Sara felt a tingling rush, and knew her orgasm was only seconds away. 
"Oh God, if you don't stop I'm going to cum!" she gasped.  Steve did not
stop.

   Sara shuddered, her inner muscles spasming.  She felt Steve stand, then
moaned as he entered her still-quivering pussy.  His cock filled her, and
his need to fuck her was obvious.  She was done; it was his turn now.

   Steve wrapped one arm under her neck, balancing himself on his elbow. 
His other hand teased her nipple, pinching it softly as he thrust his hips
against her.  Sara gave her body to him, surrendering to his demanding
touch.

   With a smooth motion, Steve pulled himself free.  "Roll over," he
directed, his hands stroking Sara's hips.

   She looked at him with burning eyes, then twisted about.  She knelt,
positioning herself.  Steve's strong hands wrapped over her hips, pulling
her back, impaling her on his throbbing prick.  She bit her lip as he took
complete control, fucking her smoothly.  After a bit, she started fondling
her burning, needy clit, resting her head on the bed.

   Steve was amazing!  Sara thrashed about, her fingers stroking her clit
and occasionally moving to feel his thick shaft entering her.  Unable to
resist, she lost control, cumming again.

   Steve continued to pound her, not letting her go.  With a grunt, Steve
paused, and Sara felt his hot cum flood into her.  Ever so slowly, Steve
dropped down, finally lying atop her.  He stroked her side, from shoulder
to hip, and whispered, "Tammy told me you liked me, but I wasn't sure I
could believe her."

   Sara giggled softly.  "I do.  Thought that would have been obvious!"

   He chuckled.  With a sigh he dropped to his side, gathering her close.
"Well, it is now!  I'll have to thank her for sending me up here."

   Sara snuggled into his powerful grasp.  "Oh no, thanking her is
something I want to do, personally!  You know, she's always had a crush on
Rob Denton?"

   Steve laughed.  He could already see how Sara was going to get her
revenge.
   END 


  
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