I Invited My Friend to the Pool and She Ended Up Fucking Me

I got home after eight, my feet destroyed and my back tied in knots. The day at the hotel had left me wiped out, and the first thing I did, barely through the door, was take off my heels and throw them against the wall. I hated them, but they were part of the uniform, and there was nothing to be done.

I went straight to the bedroom and tore off my clothes without ceremony: skirt on the floor, blouse on the bed, bra and panties on top of the desk. I preferred walking around the house naked when I was alone, and that night I needed it more than ever. I lived on the outskirts, with a high wall and no neighboring windows peeking in: that was my luxury.

I went into the kitchen and took a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator that had been waiting for me for two days. I poured myself a glass, smelled it, took a long sip, and sighed. The cold floor rose through the soles of my feet and hardened my nipples. Not a bad way to start.

When I turned toward the picture window, the pool sent back a trembling reflection. I’d had it built a year ago and barely used it. That night, however, it was screaming at me to get in. I took the bottle, left the glass on the table, and went out to the patio, my belly already warm from the alcohol.

The water was cool, almost cold, and it raised goosebumps all over me when I went down the steps. Swimming naked had something illicit about it, like stealing a secret from the night. I did a couple of freestyle laps, floated on my back for a while looking at the stars, and finally sat on the shallowest step, the water up to my waist and the bottle within reach.

But the calm didn’t last long. Being alone in that pool, my body warm inside from the wine and still flushed outside from the day’s sun, woke up other desires. I stretched out my arm, took my cell phone from the little bench beside me, and dialed Lorena’s number. If anyone was going to keep me company that night, it was her. I wanted no one else. I wasn’t in the mood for a party or to meet anyone: I wanted exactly what she and I knew how to do.

“Hi, pretty little slut,” I said first, as soon as she answered. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, lying on the couch, bored to death. And you?”

“Swimming naked, drinking wine, and bored as an oyster. Come over and keep me company.”

“Mmm, sounds dangerous,” she laughed. “What time?”

“Now. This minute. The water feels amazing, and so do I.”

I heard her laugh in that husky way that turned me on in an instant. I told her I’d leave the door unlocked, and that the only condition for coming in was that she arrive at the pool the way God brought her into the world. No clothes, no towel, no excuses.

“Ten minutes,” she said, and hung up.

I got out of the water dripping wet, dried myself just enough with a towel, and walked barefoot to the front door. I undid the latch, switched off the entryway lamp so whoever came in would be guided by the pool’s blue light, and went back to the patio. With Lorena, there was no need to explain much more.

Exactly ten minutes later, I heard the door and her footsteps in the hallway. When she came out to the patio, I almost dropped my glass. She had her usual short red hair, her very pale skin gleaming in the reflected light, and absolutely nothing on. Her medium-sized, firm tits, with those dark nipples that drove me crazy, bounced a little with every step. She was coming toward me smiling, biting her lip, and I stayed seated on the step with my legs slightly open.

“What a welcome,” she said, and got into the water without hesitation.

She came closer, grabbed me by the nape, and planted a deep kiss on me, her tongue inside from the very first second. She tasted of mint and something sweet I couldn’t identify. I kissed her back, biting her lower lip while running my hands over her wet waist.

“I came because I was dying of boredom,” she murmured against my mouth, “not because I care about you.”

“Bitch,” I answered, squeezing one of her asses hard.

We both laughed and kept kissing there in the water, unhurried. I told her I’d had a long day; she told me she’d had an unbearable client at the gallery, an obnoxious guy who thought he owned the place. I stroked her thighs beneath the water as she talked, and noticed her voice beginning to fade.

“Enough chatter,” I told her, pushing her back. “Get up on the step.”

Lorena let me guide her. She settled onto the widest step of the stairs, legs open and elbows braced behind her. The water reached just below her navel, leaving her pussy at face level. She was shaved, her lips reddened and already swollen, and the scent of an aroused woman reached me before anything else.

I ran my tongue over her entire vulva from bottom to top, slowly, savoring her. She let out a moan she barely managed to hold back. I buried myself in her: I sucked her clitoris, rolling it against my tongue, then opened her lips with two fingers and put my whole mouth on her. She tasted of salt and pool water, and of herself. She grabbed my hair and pressed my face against her pussy without any delicacy.

“Oh, you bitch, just like that,” she panted. “Don’t stop.”

I slid two fingers inside her while continuing to suck her clitoris, curling them as I searched for her spot inside. Her nipples had gone hard as rocks. I fingered her quickly, thrusting in and out rhythmically while she writhed against the edge of the pool. Her breathing quickened; I felt her pussy beginning to tighten around my fingers.

Before she came, I pulled out my fingers and lowered my mouth even farther. I lifted her hips with my hands and buried my tongue in her ass while continuing to masturbate her clitoris with my thumb. She let out a half-choked scream and pressed my head even harder.

“Oh, you fucking bitch!” she said through clenched teeth. “You’re going to kill me.”

I ate her ass hungrily, pushing in with the tip of my tongue, pulling out, licking her ring while continuing to rub her clitoris with both hands. I felt the trembling: she was coming. When she came, she arched her back, squeezed her thighs against my ears, and let out a long moan that bounced off the patio walls. I stayed pressed against her until she stopped trembling.

I got out of the water, went up to her face, and ran my tongue over her lips so she could taste herself. She bit my lip and dug her nails into my back.

“My turn,” she said, her voice thick. “But inside. I’m cold now, and I want to fuck you with my cock.”

“Oh, yes,” I replied. “Let’s go.”

We both climbed out dripping wet, grabbed the towels and a glass each, and hurried to the bedroom without hardly drying off. She let the towels fall at the foot of the bed and went straight to the closet. She knew exactly which box held the toys. I lay on my back on the bed and watched her strap on the harness: it was the black one, with the thick dildo I loved, slightly curved, the perfect size for fucking me without wrecking me.

“Get on all fours,” she ordered, already wearing the cock as she came toward the bed. “Stick your ass up.”

I turned over, rested my face and forearms against the pillow, and raised my ass as high as I could. I felt her hands spread my cheeks and, a second later, her tongue there, moving in and out, while she rubbed my soaking-wet pussy with her other hand. She started playing with me so nicely, alternating her tongue in my ass with two fingers in my pussy.

“You want my cock, slut?” she said without stopping her fingering. “Ask me for it.”

“Put it in me already,” I moaned into the pillow. “Fuck me in the ass, Lorena, I can’t take it anymore.”

I heard her spit on the dildo, felt her smear my asshole with saliva, and immediately felt the tip pushing. It went in slowly, and I pushed my ass back to help her. When she had it inside me to the base, she stayed still for a moment and gave me a sharp slap on the ass.

“There,” she said. “Now you’re going to take it.”

She began to move. Slowly at first, pulling almost the whole cock out and sinking it back in, while I got used to the fullness. I slipped my hand underneath and touched my clitoris in time with her thrusts. She picked up speed. She fucked me hard, gripping my hips and making her thighs slap against my buttocks. Every thrust forced a moan out of me.

“That’s it, that’s it, you little bitch, give it to me in the ass,” I told her, my face crushed against the pillow. “Harder, don’t hold back.”

“Shut up and take it,” she panted, slapping my ass. “I’m going to leave it nice and deep inside you.”

She fucked my ass for several long minutes, until I was about to come. Then she pulled out suddenly, flipped me over in one swift motion, spread my legs, and pushed it into my pussy, still slippery. She settled on top of me, her tits pressed against mine, and began fucking me slowly, looking into my eyes.

“You love it when I do this to you, don’t you?” she murmured against my mouth.

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. “Don’t stop, you fucking bitch, don’t stop.”

She increased the pace. She sucked my tits, nipped at my nipples, and thrust into me hard while I wrapped my legs around her waist. I felt the cock going all the way in, and her pubic bone rubbing my clitoris with every thrust. I dug my nails into her back. I screamed in her ear. I was close, so close.

“Come with me,” I begged. “Come with me, baby.”

She pressed herself against me, pushing the harness and her pubis against mine, grinding herself over my clitoris, and I exploded. The orgasm rose from my feet, gathered in my belly, and shook my whole body. I screamed against her neck, squeezed her with my legs, and felt her contort too as the base of the harness rubbed her own pussy inside. We stayed wrapped around each other, panting and sweating, the cock still inside me.

After a long while, Lorena collapsed beside me without taking off the harness. I ran my hand through her wet hair, and she sought my mouth for a slow kiss.

“That was one hell of a fuck,” she said, laughing softly. “We needed that.”

“We really did,” I replied. “Next time, I’ll give you more than ten minutes’ notice.”

“Five is enough for me.”

I reached toward the nightstand, took out a cigarette, and lit it. She stole the first drag, handed the cigarette back, and got up to look for some water. When she returned, she brought me a glass and climbed back into bed, still wearing the cock.

“You didn’t take it off,” I said, nodding toward it.

“No,” she answered, smiling. “Just in case.”

I finished my cigarette without hurrying, knowing the night had barely begun. But I’ll tell you about that another time.