Best Friends Forever

I’m already changed by the time she comes out of the guest bathroom, and the moment she does, it’s like time itself stops. Her bikini is this little red and white polka-dotted number held together by thin little strings tied around her body. My mouth goes dry and already I want to peel the damn thing off of her.

“Oh! You found some, awesome!” she says brightly, and it takes me a minute to come back to earth and remember the bottle of sunscreen I’d pulled out from under my sink.

“Yeah,” is the only thing I can manage to say. Her curves look even more tempting in that tiny string bikini than I thought possible. The top has a string that goes behind her neck, lifting her breasts and pushing them together in an irresistible display. Surely she did this on purpose, right? I’ve known other girls before and a lot of them have enough bikinis to have a different one every day of the week. She picked this one on purpose to drive me crazy.

And it’s working.

It doesn’t hurt that she’s currently slathering sunscreen over her smooth legs and arms, then her chest, her fingers delving into her cleavage. She turns around and lifts her hair, givin

g me an over-the-shoulder look that in any other context would scream “fuck me.”

“Do my back?” she asks, grinning. I suppress a growl—just barely—and take the bottle from her, squeezing the cold lotion into my hands before gingerly reaching out to touch her hot skin.

She flinches and pulls away with a squeal. “It’s so cold!”

“Let me warm it up for you,” I say, rubbing it in, covering every inch of her skin with my warm hands, massaging her shoulders while I’m at it until she’s practically slumping against me, sighing happily.

I have a feeling I could keep this going. I could slide my hands around her, tease her, make her pant and squirm until I ripped this little bikini off of her and had my way with her. But I don’t. As much as I want to, I resist.

“There, all done,” I say, pulling my hands back away from her like her touch burns.

“Thanks,” she says, sauntering off toward the pool. Watching her ass sway, barely covered by a scrap of fabric, is nearly all my poor dick can take.

I run past her tossing “Slowpoke,” over my shoulder as I jump into the mercifully cold water. At least now she won’t be able to see how much she’s turning me on. Not that I think there’s a chance in hell she doesn’t already know.

My jump into the pool splashes her as she tries to catch up, and she’s just standing on the edge of the pool, her mouth hanging open, her front absolutely drenched. Already I can see her hard nipples poking through the thin bikini top and the cold water isn’t doing anything to stop me from getting hard now.

“It’s freezing in there!” she squeals, hugging herself.

“It’s not so bad once you’re in it. Besides, I’ll keep you warm,” I add with a wink. The way she rolls her eyes at me when I make a comment like that always makes me grin. Hell, half the reason I say things like that is just to get the eye roll out of her. And I think she knows that, too.

She makes her way to the stairs and gingerly dips her toes into the water, taking another step down and then another until she’s submerged up to her knees and shivering.

“Stop being a baby,” I say, grabbing her hand and yanking her into the water with me. She lets out a yelp and falls against me, but I catch her, holding her tight. She clings to me, still shivering, but the longer we stay like this, the more her chattering teeth fade away.

“There, that’s not so bad, is it?”

“You’re a j-j-jerk,” she says, glaring at me. I can’t resist it anymore. I pull her close to me and kiss her slowly, holding my breath to see if she’s going to push me away. She doesn’t, and I slide my hand up her back, cupping the back of her neck as I coax her lips to part for me, our breaths mingling in heavy pants.

When the kiss finally breaks, she’s flushed and breathless and her eyes have that glassy lust-fueled haze.

“Am I forgiven yet?” I ask, my voice low and husky.

“I’m not that easy,” she says, but I hear the challenge. I hear her saying “a kiss isn’t enough, what else have you got for me?” And boy do I have things to offer her.

“I never suspected you were,” I say, sliding my hands down her body, nibbling on her neck, across her shoulders, making her gasp as my hands cup her ass and lift her up against me. She throws her head back on a sigh as my finger slips under her bikini bottoms, finding her slick and wet already.

“Ian,” she breathes, my name like a whispered prayer as I circle her clit, making her legs twitch underwater.

But my Chelsea’s not one to sit there and take it. In the blink of an eye she’s got her hands through the opening in my swim trunks, her fingers wrapping around my hard cock, stroking me under the water. With every stroke, she’s pulling me closer to her.

“Fuck, Chelsea,” I groan, burying my head in her shoulder as she walks me right up to the edge before she lifts her hips and sinks down on me. We both take a sharp breath at the same time, my eyes closing with pure, unadulterated bliss. There’s nothing between us this time, just me and Chelsea, skin to skin, and it’s incredible.

In the water, she’s able to leverage herself against my shoulders, riding me like it’s all she’s thought about for days, the water sloshing out of the pool all around us. But I don’t care. She can fuck me until every drop of water splashes out of the pool and my house is flooded and I still wouldn’t care.

My thumb finds her clit and her breath hitches in that sexy way that tells me she’s close, so I press harder, feeling her nails digging into my shoulders, her cries of pleasure piercing the quiet afternoon.

“Oh God,” she moans, using my cock to fuck herself all the way to the brink. I push back, thrusting just that little bit deeper into her, just that extra millimeter that makes her whole body go rigid, her eyes rolling back into her head as she gasps for breath. Her whole body tightens around me, her sweet pussy milking me for every drop of my cum. And who am I to resist a goddess like this when she wanted me?