“Come on, guys! Fireball time.”
Fuck. I hate drinking that shit, but I knew it was the one way I could get him out of the pool to give me a few minutes alone with my girl.
Preston sets the bottle on the table and grabs three plastic shot cups. Piper climbs out to get her shot, but I’m still sporting a boner and refuse to get out.
“Come on, Cal!” Preston yells.
“I ain’t getting out. Bring it to the edge of the pool.”
“Who the fuck do you think I am? I ain’t your server. Get out or get left out.” He holds up his shot cup and Piper taps her against it. They both throw their shots back.
“I’ll bring it to you, Calvin,” Piper says, knowing exactly why I won’t get out of the pool.
She bends down in front of me to hand me the cup, but her knees are pointed at an angle that gives me a full view of her wet-bathing-suit-covered center. It’s clinging to her skin, showing me right where her slit is. It only makes me harder.
“Thank you, baby,” I whisper low enough so Preston won’t hear.
I take the shot and it burns all way down. I hand over the cup and she goes to pitch it. She misses the trash can and bends over to pick it up. While she’s bent over with her ass pointed my way, she looks back with a smile.
Fuck. She’s still playing the game and she’s winning by a landslide.
It’s only going on 10 a.m., and I’m already buzzed and in need of my girl. But there’s no way I’ll be able to get her away from Preston for any real length of time. I’m going to have blue balls by the end of the night for sure.
Hours pass and we all swim, talk, and hang out while listening to music. The moms are still in the kitchen, and the dads are still in the garage. The three of us, well, we’ve been doing all kinds of shit. Piper and Preston decided to have a competition to see who could do the better cannonball, with me being the judge. Preston would’ve won by far, but when Piper jumped in, her top came up and I saw her boobs. Obviously, she won.
The time comes when I have to get out of the pool because nature calls. I climb out and turn back to look at Piper. Her eyes are already on me and they’re double their usual size. I grab my towel and start wiping off the water rolling down my chest and abs as she licks her lips. Then I look further down and see that my swim trunks are clinging to my skin the same way her bathing suit teased me. You can see every inch of my manhood. Her eyes glaze over as I give her a sexy smirk.
“Man, put that shit away!” Preston says, holding his hand up above his eyes. “What the fuck you got in there, a Maglite?”
Piper laughs out loud.
I hold up a middle finger. “You’re just jealous,” I tell him, walking toward the pool house to use the bathroom. Piper’s eyes follow my every step until I’m no longer in view. Looks like I may have just scored a point after all.
A couple more hours pass and the moms bring out a big tray of sandwiches. After swimming all day and drinking, we’re all in need of some food in our stomachs. The dads come out of the garage, load their plates down with three sandwiches apiece, plus chips and veggies, and go right back to the garage. The three of us grab sandwiches and chips and sit around the table to eat.
Eating after drinking so much usually causes one of two things to happen: you either get extremely tired and pass out, or you get your second wind—extending the party. Preston ends up in a pool chair, dead to the world. That gives Piper and me a few minutes to ourselves. With no one looking, we slip into the pool house.
“You’ve been a naughty girl,” I tell her, pulling at the string on the back of her bikini top as she walks in ahead of me.
She giggles as she spins around to face me. “I’ve been naughty? You’re the one walking around with that—what did Preston call it?—Maglite in your shorts.”
I laugh and pull her against me. “You like my Maglite; don’t pretend you don’t.” I untie the last strings, letting her top fall