The four started splashing around in the water, finally relieved from the punishing heat. I looked around for Nneka, but she must have been changing in the house. Just as I was about to descend into the blessed cool water amongst the four beautiful ladies, Chioma asked me to be a dear and fetch her a beer.
Not wanting to waste another second out in the heat and away from my girls, I charged into the house, raced to the kitchen
I found Nneka standing at the sink, filling a large juice pitcher with ice water. For some reason I felt emboldened enough to give her a friendly little smack on the ass as I made my way to the fridge. She jumped at the impact, more surprised than hurt. My recent experiences with Zainab and Kike had improved my confidence level, and Nneka was taking notice. Even a few weeks ago, I would have been too timid to go for something as harmless as that pat on her bum.
“You thirsty?” I asked.
“No,” Nneka replied, dropping her towel, “Just hot.”
Beneath the towel, she was wearing a costume I had picked out for her. A skimpy, powder blue bikini that revealed nearly as much of her lovely skin. It looked even better on her amazing body than I remembered (but then, every day I saw Nneka, she looked better than I remembered).
Keeping eye contact with me the whole time, Nneka poured out the whole pitcher of ice water onto herself. She gasped as it splashed across her breasts, disappeared down her cleavage, and dripped down her legs. The sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows reflected off each droplet of water clinging to her skin, making her appear to sparkle before my eyes. “Oh, that’s cold, but I feel so much better,” she laughed.
I didn’t bother trying to disguise where my eyes were pointed. “I do have a pool, you know.”
She grinned impishly in response. “But your pool’s not ice cold.”
I adjusted my thickening cock through my suit and hurried after her.
We all horsed around in the water for a few hours, then Chioma announced that she wanted me to give her a ride to the deep end and back. We all knew it was a thinly veiled excuse for her to tease me by squishing her breasts against my back, but I was having too much fun to risk calling her on it. She climbed aboard and rested those magical orbs across my shoulder blades, a whiff of fabric the only thing between me and her sexy, wet body.
My hands gripped her firm thighs, and I raced around the pool as fast as I could, listening to Chioma’s delighted shrieks of laughter. Her suit was so thin I distinctly felt her perky nipples rubbing across my back as we went.
Perhaps a tad jealous, the others insisted I give them all turns as well, a task which I was only too happy to accept. I got harder and harder each time I had a new pair of thighs in my hands and a new pair of breasts against my back. Thanks to the buoyancy of the water, I was even able to effortlessly give a back ride to Nneka despite her being as tall as I was.
When Nneka’s soft breasts splashed across my shoulders, I smirked, realising that they were each practically as big as my head.
Dinner time rolled around, and I started up the BBQ for some chicken. Despite spending all afternoon in cool water, I was sporting a massive tan in my swimsuit when all the girls climbed out of the pool, trailing water from their glistening skin. Chioma was a special treat in her mostly transparent suit.
No longer distorted beneath the water, her body was on full display. The barely-there material creased invitingly between her buttocks and stretched in such a way that it even clung to the undersides of her swaying breasts. It had more in common with a wet t-shirt than a functioning swimsuit. The only part of her not completely visible through the fabric was her crotch, where the suit seemed to be reinforced by actual material.
When she walked up to the BBQ to receive her meal, I was openly staring at her figure. She glanced down at the shape of my shorts and proudly observed, “I take it you like my swimsuit.”
I could hear the other girls giggling, so I quickly shot back, “I take it you like my swimsuit too. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have noticed.”
She hurried back to the table. I sat down to join them, happily adding, “I like ALL you girls’ suits. You know why? Because I have THESE.” I pointed at my eyeballs, and everyone broke out laughing.
“It’s not fair, you know,” Zainab said, “When a girl puts on a swimsuit, everyone can see exactly what she has. If you’re self-conscious about your tummy, or your boobs, or your butt, or whatever–there’s nothing you can wear to hide it. Guys just wear big baggy shorts and there’s no way to know what he’s packing.”
“Trust me, girls,” I said, “None of you has anything to be self-conscious about. You’re the five most beautiful women on earth, and you all know it.”
I got a shower of boos in response. “That’s not the point!” Nneka laughed, “The point is, it’s not fair. You get to see us, but we don’t get to see you! Even when you’re hard, it still just looks like a tent.”
“Are you saying you want me to wear something transparent? Because no thanks.”
Chioma pulled a long meat stick off Nneka’s plate and held it up to me, mischievous, “Here’s how we make it fair: You point out on this stick how big your thing is. But you have to tell the truth!”
The others cheered, and, giving into peer pressure, I did my honest best to point out the length of my dick on the piece of food–somewhere around seven inches. A bit larger than average, if the online statistics I read were telling the truth. The girls nodded in approval.
“I think that wwould do the trick,” Kike laughed.
Nneka took the stick back from Chioma and gave it a long, slow lick. “Mmmm, fuck I love it” she moaned and we all cracked up.
Sandra leaned forward in her chair, curious. “Have you ever done that before?” she asked, “Like, with a guy?”
Nneka smiled, prompting oohs from the rest of us. We all pressed her for details, and after a few beers, she finally relented.
“Okay, fine! I went out with a guy a few weeks ago, right? He was really, really attractive; taller than me, which is always a plus. He had those big, big muscles, you know? Like the yummy ones you just wanna lick? Wasn’t exactly relationship material, but I was dying to make out with him and maybe let him take off my top so I could feel those muscles against my skin.”
I mentally frowned, knowing it would never be me who turned her on like that. I had a fair bit of muscle definition, thanks to Kike’s coaching, but I would never have the kind of body Nneka was describing. I didn’t have the proper genetic materials or the patience to spend thirty hours a week at the gym.
“Anyway, we were going for a night walk on the beach, just the two of us. No moon, so I could hardly see anything. There was just me, him, the stars, and the sound of the ocean. I had my arm under his jacket, where I could feel his back muscles through his t-shirt. He didn’t make a move, so I tried tickling him a little bit — hint, hint, right?
“He took total control of me, pulling me to the ground, kissing and pawing at me like a wild animal. There aren’t a lot of guys who make me feel dominated when we make out, but this guy was good. He grunted that he wanted to see my breasts, so I pulled off my shirt and arched my back, sticking these boobs right up in his face.”
To demonstrate, Nneka stuck out her chest, presenting those bikini-clad mountains to my hungry eyes.
“Then I took off his shirt and man-oh-man was he cut. I made a game of tracing my tongue along all the grooves between his muscles. He pulled down my bra and sucked on my nipples so hard. We rolled around in the sand and made out for HOURS; it was everything I wanted it to be.”
Nneka closed her eyes, holding onto the memory for a moment. Then she sighed and continued in a much more matter-of-fact tone of voice:
“We made out until he basically said, ‘This is it?’ He made me feel really stupid for not going down on him. Anyway, I figured, I’m 18, it’s about time I do this. So I unzipped his jeans and pulled them all the way down. Then I snuck my fingers up the leg of his boxers and felt his thing–”
“Big?” Kike interrupted.
“Perfect size,” Nneka answered, looking at me, “Same as yours, assuming you were telling the truth about the stick.”
I felt everyone’s eyes on me. Nneka went back to her story:
“He was already hard as a rock. I was nervous, so stroked him a few times while I got up the guts to go for it, then I pulled down his underwear and stared at his erection. It was kinda hard to see in the dark, even right in front of my face like that, but somehow that made everything even hotter.
I put my hands on his hips and licked my way down that muscular line–you know, that sexy line some guys have on their pelvis? That line that, like, points down to their penis? At that point, that was the absolute furthest I had ever gone with a boy.”
“How was it?” Chioma asked.
Nneka took another sip of her beer for courage. “Not good. I had no idea what I was doing! I tried kissing it, then licking the main part, then licking the tip. I mean, I was having fun, but after a few minutes, he got impatient with me for ‘doing it wrong.’ He told me I was bad at sucking and pulled his trousers back up and that was it.”
I literally could not believe it. I called bullshit on her story but she insisted that was what had happened until I finally just accepted it. She tried to play it off like no big deal but she had clearly been hurt by that guy’s behaviour. Who the hell would turn down a blow-job from Nneka? What a loser!
“I bet you would be happy to give her some tips,” Kike chided.
I gave them all a smile, “Yeah, it’s gonna be my new start-up business. But I don’t come cheap.”
The rest of dinner went down easily, with a lot of laughing, drinking, and good times.
After a while, I realized Kike was starting to get annoyed that I wasn’t ogling her quite as much as the other four girls in their skimpier swimsuits.
“I say we all go swim naked,” she stated bluntly. Everyone else went suddenly quiet. I felt my heart jump up into my throat. I wasn’t exactly ashamed of how I looked naked after a year of working out, but I would be lying if I said the concept wasn’t intimidating.
The girls seemed at odds with how to proceed: “I think that sounds fun,” Chioma added, though with her swimsuit, it wouldn’t really have been much of a change. Nneka was clearly in need of some reassuring ogling after reliving her humiliating date for us, because she said she would be game as well.
Sandra remained silent, not wanting to be teased, but clearly a little bit uncomfortable.
“Come on,” Nneka encouraged her, “We lay out naked around each other all the time.”
“But not around a guy!” Zainab insisted, coming to Sandra’s defence.
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