Fool Me Once

When Keegan pulls me toward him, our bodies collide, and the bulge in his pants rubs against the crack of my ass. His arms wrap around my body, and his hand glides down my forearm until he gets to my hand. His fingers lace with mine, so he can help me throw the ball. I’m hot and sweaty from the warm night mixed with the shots of alcohol, and when he whispers, “Let me help you,” into my ear, his cool breath against my hot flesh causes my body to ignite.

“I don’t want to play anymore,” I tell him, turning around so my body is flush against his. His eyes widen at my sudden brazenness, but he doesn’t pull away.

“What do you want to do?” he asks, his eyes landing on my lips. I lick them, knowing full well doing so will turn him on. I don’t doubt for a second, the alcohol running through my bloodstream isn’t helping me along, but even if I weren’t drunk, I’d still want Keegan. He’s sexy and sweet. He’s fun to hang out with, nice to talk to. Since the moment I took my first shot, I accepted that I’m going to allow myself to have fun. Because once I leave from this vacation, I’m going to be focusing on my education for the next four years. Six if I decide to become a psychologist like I’m considering. I’m going to have a good time, get it all out of my system one last time, and when I walk away, I’ll leave everything behind me and look toward my future—with or without my sister.

“Let’s go swimming,” I suggest.

He nods, and without telling his friends we’re done playing, takes me by the hand and guides us to a dark area of the pool. There’s a huge rock area with a waterfall, and underneath is a grotto. We step into the warm water and swim to where the grotto is. There’s one other couple under there, but they’re on the other side, and with the water falling loudly into the pool, you can’t hear them.

Pushing Keegan against the rocks, I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs circle his torso. He reaches down and grabs two handfuls of my ass at the same time my mouth slams down on his. His lips are soft yet strong, and when our tongues enter each other’s mouths, they move in perfect sync. The longer we kiss, the more turned on I become. My fingers twist into his hair, deepening the kiss, and his hands massage circles into my flesh, pulling me into him. My center rubs friction against the ridges of his abs, hitting my clit in a way that makes my entire body feel the effects. I’m drunk, I realize, not just tipsy. The alcohol is catching up to me, and every touch has me wanting more.

Without thinking, I reach under me and pull Keegan’s dick out of his shorts, and pushing my bikini bottoms to the side, I guide him along the center of my pussy lips. He groans into my mouth as I glide up and down, using his hard dick for my pleasure. He doesn’t move, doesn’t take over. He just continues to kiss me, letting me have all the control. And it feels so damn good to be in control of something, of someone. Years of feeling helpless, feeling out of place as we moved from home to home, school to school. Feeling lost as I try to navigate my way through this life without my sister by my side has me craving control and power, and in this moment, Keegan’s giving it to me.

Without breaking our kiss, I grind up and down, my clit rubbing friction against his smooth shaft. With every up and down motion, I work myself closer and closer to the edge. I don’t know if he’s close, and I don’t even really care. I’m horny, and I need this orgasm badly. It’s been way too long, and it feels so damn good.

And with one final rub to my clit, my orgasm rips right through me. My pussy spasms, my body shakes, and my legs become jelly under the water. My lips stop functioning, ending our kiss, and my head drops onto Keegan’s shoulder. We stay like this for several seconds, my orgasmic bliss wearing off and my head clearing. And when I’ve finally come down and my thoughts are no longer fuzzy, I realize what I’ve just done.

Pushing off Keegan, he lets me go. My body hits the water, and I sink to the bottom like dead weight—thankfully it’s shallow. And then hands grip my biceps, pulling me back up.

“Are you okay?” Keegan pushes my wet hair out of my face.

“Yeah,” I splutter. “Oh my God! I can’t believe I just attacked you!” Keegan’s eyes widen with laughter. “I’m clean, I swear. I know that’s kind of stupid to point out now, and I’m not really sure anyone would ever seriously admit it if they weren’t…” I’m fully aware I’m rambling, but I can’t stop myself. “I haven’t had sex in a while. I mean, I know we didn’t technically have sex, but your dick was all up in my…” Oh my God! Someone shut me up now.