My Best Friend Made Me Finish at the Public Pool

We planned the outing for a Sunday in March to the Aqualuna water park. I’d never been, but I’d heard wonderful things: long water slides, a wave pool, a jacuzzi, a sauna, and even an artificial river with a current for floating on inner tubes. Plenty to lose an entire day there without getting bored for a single minute.

That week I spent getting myself ready. I wanted to debut a new bikini, and that meant a full wax, painted nails, shaped eyebrows, and a couple of tanning sessions so I’d show up with exactly the right skin tone. Among my friends and me there’s a rivalry we never say out loud, but it’s always there: a silent competition to see which one of us looks best. None of us admits it, we all play along.

On Sunday I woke up before the alarm. I showered, did my makeup lightly, and tried on the bikini in front of the mirror for the tenth time. It was tiny, exactly what I wanted to show off a butt I’m far too proud of and legs that go perfectly with it. On top I wore shorts so short they left half a cheek exposed, a low-cut T-shirt, and huge sunglasses. If you’re going to get attention, do it properly.

When we met at the entrance, we looked each other up and down, sizing one another up as always. I got several slaps on the ass from the others because of how daring my shorts were. Good sign.

We went in, changed, and just as I expected, I started feeling eyes locked on me. I love that feeling. Knowing people turn their heads when I walk by lifts my mood in a way no compliment ever could. From the men I got admiration; from some women, barely concealed envy that, frankly, I also enjoy.

What I wanted most was to go down every slide possible. I’m crazy about speed and there were several with the perfect drop to send me flying. My adventure partner was Lorena, my favorite in the group. We have a thousand things in common and never, ever get bored together. While we stood in the endless lines to climb back up, we talked nonstop and time just flew.

The two of us went down together. Lorena clung to me as if her life depended on it, and we came screaming all the way down only to end up dying of laughter when we hit the water. We did it sitting up, lying down, on our backs, every way you can imagine. I had to hold onto the top of my bikini because the speed always made it ride up, and more than once I came out with my tits bare. It happened to everyone, and the guys knew it: they’d gather at the landing pool so they wouldn’t miss the show.

I don’t care if people see me. That’s what I worked so hard for. Let whoever wants to look, look.

After countless runs we got tired of the lines. We went over to the big pool to catch some sun and leaned back against the edge, with our arms crossed over the coping and our faces turned up.

Then Lorena settled in behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. I felt her body pressed against my back, her breasts against my shoulder blades. She spoke in my ear in a very low voice.

—You have no idea what you did to me —she whispered—. I got so turned on hugging you on every slide, feeling you against me the whole time.

And she let her hand slide over my stomach, under the water, until it slipped between my legs. She did it with absurd calm, as if we were alone in her room and not in a pool full of people.

I had always thought Lorena was gorgeous. Slim, with everything in the right place, a very long mane of hair, huge eyes that made her look like a doll, and a wide mouth that, when she smiled a certain way, stopped being completely innocent. Anyone who knew her fell for her.

—Lore, not here —I told her without moving—. Everyone can see us.

—Let them see. Let them die of envy —she said against my ear—. I can’t stand how much I want you. With that bikini, you’re impossible. —And she brought her other hand up to my ass and squeezed.

I got instantly wet. Knowing she was this hot for me made me even more worked up. I gripped the edge of the pool hard and let her keep going. Her hand stayed hidden under the water; from the outside it just looked like two friends hugging. I made an enormous effort to keep my face neutral while she slid the fabric of the bikini aside and started rubbing my clit with the pad of her finger, slowly, measuring my reaction.

—Are you going to come for me? —she murmured—. I want you to come right here, holding back, without anyone finding out. —And she bit my earlobe.

—Lore, don’t be mean —I begged through my teeth—. You have no idea how hard I’m trying to stay still.

—That’s what you get for being so hot and getting me worked up like this. —Her voice was all smiles—. I’m warning you now: we’re not moving from here until you finish.

I still barely moved my body. She did all the work with her hand, hidden, while around us people splashed, children shouted, and no one suspected a thing. She slipped one finger into me, then two, went back to my clit with a firm circle, and I bit my lip not to give myself away.

—Don’t stop, I’m almost there —I pleaded, melting.

—That’s more like it. Stay still and enjoy yourself —she said—. You have no idea how much it turns me on to see you holding on.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I bit down on my forearm as hard as I could and, at the last second, let myself pitch forward and submerged completely under the water so I could writhe however I wanted where no one could see the face I was making. The orgasm shook me beneath the surface, silently, with bubbles escaping from my mouth.

When I came up, I turned toward her, still breathless, and held her gaze.

—Are you really that horny? —I said—. Because I’m going to bring you down right now and see which one of us lasts longer.

—Oh yeah? —She laughed, not even trying to hide how satisfied she looked—. And where do you think you’re going to bring me down? Or am I the one hanging on to the edge now?

—Just follow me and stop asking questions.

***

I took her by the hand and dragged her toward the changing rooms. I didn’t give a damn that half the park saw the two of us go into the same stall. I barely managed to slide the latch shut before I shoved her against the wall and slipped my hand between her legs.

—Now we’ll see who’s the one who has to hold back the urge to scream —I warned her, and kissed her.

It was a long kiss, with tongue, while I yanked the top of her bikini down. She didn’t stay still for a second: she pulled mine down too and latched onto my breasts, sucking them with a hunger that drew a sigh from me.

—So you came ready —I said, and dropped to my knees on the damp tiles.

I pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles and pressed my mouth to her pussy. I had every intention of getting my revenge for the pool, of making her squirm until she begged. I licked her slowly at first, then without mercy: I slid my fingers into her, barely bit her clit, sucked her lips. And even though she trembled like jelly and clutched my shoulders so she wouldn’t slip, she didn’t let out a single cry. She won that round.

But I was so turned on I forgot about revenge and just set about tasting her. I loved watching her contort, feeling her legs go weak and seeing her give herself over a little against my face. I started fucking her harder, desperate for her to come, desperate to feel her mouth on me afterward. It took a while. She held out a good long time, her face wrecked with pure pleasure, until at last she grabbed my hair, pressed herself to my mouth, and let out a deep, long sigh while her whole body tightened and emptied itself against me.

—Now it’s my turn —I said, standing up and getting rid of my bottoms.

I put my hand on the back of her neck and pushed her down. I couldn’t stand another second without feeling her tongue.

—Let’s see if you can hold back the urge to scream like I did —she said, and knelt and pressed her mouth to my sex and started licking me like no one had ever licked me before.

—Too bad, because I’m not holding back a damn thing —I replied, and started moaning without much restraint.

—Moan as much as you want. I don’t care if they hear us either.

I let myself go completely. She took advantage of it to grab my ass with both hands, squeezing it, pulling it toward her mouth.

—You have no idea how much I love this —she confessed between licks—. All the effort I made on the slides not to touch it. I was pressing myself against you as hard as I could.

—Well, now it’s all yours —I panted.

She pulled my hands away from my ass only to finger me without stopping using her tongue. The sound of the water and of her fingers going in and out could be heard, because I was soaked. I kept moaning, feeling it all build again, until pleasure overflowed me and I came in her mouth with a tremor that buckled my knees. She held me up, sucking, savoring it, until there wasn’t a drop of tension left in my body.

She straightened up and kissed me. My taste was still on her lips, and when she kissed me she made me taste it too.

—Don’t think because you’re done we’re leaving —she told me, gently pushing me until I sat on the little changing-room bench—. I’m still exactly the same.

***

When we finally put our bikinis back on and stepped out, we did it dying of laughter, convinced the whole park knew what we’d been doing locked up in there.

—Let them think whatever they want —Lorena said, arranging her wet hair—. If they noticed, that’s their problem.

—Exactly —I answered—. I really couldn’t care less.

And we walked off arm in arm toward the wave pool, still laughing, with the sun beating down on our skin and the rest of the afternoon ahead of us.