Lesbian Adventures 19

Kiersten bubbled, “Bill, come with us to Melody's pool after lunch!”

“Yeah, Dad. You can chaperone.”

I wish she'd stop making jokes like that.

Melody spoke up. “Bill, yes, please come along. I feel like I'm abandoning the host of my own party.”

This had the potential to go horribly wrong. I still wasn't convinced Jamie and Kiersten could be discrete, especially together, and Melody suspected I knew what she said about me.

“My parents should be home.”

Okay, if things get awkward for me, I'll hang out in the garage with Doug. We'll sit on stools at his workbench near the fan, drinking beer and talking about sports. Not a bad way to spend a hot afternoon. “All right. We'll move the party to your pool after lunch.”

Jamie, Kiersten, and their stuff filled the backseat, and Melody sat up front with me for the drive to her house. She was in her cut-offs and tank top again, the car's shoulder belt separating her perky breasts. Kiersten and Jamie shared a huge beach bag. How much stuff do girls need to swim and lie in the sun?

Melody said, “Park on the street. Dad's crap fills the garage, and someone might need to run an errand.”

The girls grabbed their stuff and trooped into the house. “Go through the gate. Mom and Dad are probably swimming,” Melody tossed over her shoulder.

I wore board trunks and a t-shirt, so I grabbed my towel and sunblock and walked to the gate. Someone was splashing in the water. I went in and closed the gate behind me. That's when I saw the bikini lying on the deck near a lounge chair. I turned to see a cute ass disappear beneath the surface. Seconds later, Melody's mom, Caitlin, popped her head up at the other end.

“Bill! Oh my God, you startled me! I knew the girls were coming, but they didn't say anything about you, and I was working on my tan, and I got hot, and I love swimming naked, and ... well, shit. You've kinda seen me now.”

She swam toward me on the surface of the water until it was barely chest deep. “Would you toss me my suit?”

I tossed her the bottoms first, turquoise cloth and strings that seemed too small for an adult. It landed in front of her. She didn't even try to cover her breasts as she pulled the skimpy thing up and adjusted it to her liking. When I threw the top, I aimed for her face. Her cute boobs were completely exposed. They looked pretty much the way I believed Melody's would after seeing her in her t-shirt the night before – perky, big enough to squeeze, but small enough to devour easily, with juicy little nipples on tiny areolas. She arranged the triangles of turquoise over them and waded out of the water.

“Um, nice to see you, too,” she laughed.

I forced my eyes up to her face. “I'm so sorry, Caitlin. Melody told me to come in.”

“It's okay. But I don't buy the bit about you being sorry.” She eyed the slight

bulge in my shorts.

“Now I'm really sorry. I should go.”

“Nonsense.” She started drying her hair. “Pull up a chaise. I assume the girls are upstairs, picking out suits?”

I spread my towel and sat facing her, hunched in a way I've done several times recently. “I think so. Jamie and Kiersten packed a suitcase.”

The patio door opened, and three teen beauties pranced onto the deck. Jamie wore the suit she shaved for, an “itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie, yellow polka-dot bikini.” Kiersten had a black, lined version of the tiny suit that turned translucent when she helped my daughter wash the car. I wondered what would happen to Melody's simple, white knit bikini in the water.

“Hi girls!” Caitlin called. “Don't forget about sunblock if you're not staying in the shade.”

“Mom, please, they have a good tan base. You and I are the ones who burn right away.” Melody slathered herself with cream from the tube on the table next to her mother.

The girls went to play in the water while Caitlin and I watched.

“I can't believe how grown up they are,” she mused.

“I know. Off to college in a few months. They've turned into wonderful young women.”

“Beautiful, too.”

“True.” I could have talked all day about how good they looked. How the water and sunscreen made their bodies glisten. How the wisps of fabric they wore over their intimate parts made them look so damn sexy. How much I wanted to be buried inside all these girls, along with the she-elf who lay, nearly nude, within arms' reach. How I cherished the brief glimpses I had gotten of Catilin's tight little ass, her delectable-looking breasts, her bald mound,....

“Did Melody behave last night?” her mom asked.