I had just broken up with my 'final' crazy girlfriend. I show 'final' in quotes because at the time, I believed it.
This girl had been a thrill ride sexually. She was willing to try anything, and was interested in sex all the time. As a result our love making tended to spark at least once or twice a day.
Luckily for my stamina that was mornings and evenings. At first, of course, I thought I had won the lottery. She was a beautiful girl and like I said, a thrill ride in bed.
While I loved the sex for both quality and quantity, it was not to last. We couldn't maintain basic conversations and her mood swings swung with her libido.
After breaking up, I vowed she would be the final crazy girlfriend.
I had started college, and with my new found free time, was running with a new crowd. I genuinely desired to pursue what I considered to be authentic relationships.
I listened more to the girls I dated and actually tried to get to know them. I purposefully avoided the physical components with the exception of kissing.
I was no supermodel, but I was athletic and active. I was no body builder, but I worked out every day to keep myself toned. With my six foot frame, sandy brown hair, and brown eyes, I had never struggled to get a date.
It had been about six months since the break-up and I was feeling pretty pent up. But I was determined to enter into a real relationship.
I wasn't pushing any of the girls I was dating and they weren't nearly as sexually aggressive.
The new group had agreed to meet up in the late evening at the home of a new invite to our social circle.
She lived in a wealthy gated community and had offered her parents home up for the weekend while they were traveling.
I had committed to just about anything the group was doing so I indicated I was in.
We arrived on a Friday night to the house. It wasn't a mansion, but it was definitely a large home. It was nestled into the side of a hill with a huge back yard overlooking the city and the amazing remnants of a sunset.
There were enough rooms to ensure almost everyone had their own bedrooms. After divvying up rooms, the word went around that we were all to meet in the Disney-esque pool area.
The group seemed to congregate at around the same time making small talk and grabbing drinks. The guys wearing mostly board shorts and the girls wearing one piece suits.
There was the usual laughter, throwing people in the pool, and small talk. I asked whose house this was. Wishing to genuinely thank them for their hospitality.
Then everything changed...
The new girl was about five foot five and, for lack of a better word, a bombshell. Platinum blond, tanned, toned, curvy, with the brightest blue eyes. She had a smile that lit up a room.
She wore a white bikini that only left a little to the imagination.
The guys just gawked. The other girls were definitely glaring at her for the swimwear contrast.
I had been hanging out with the new more conservative group for a while and Michelle was a site to see.
She seemed sweet and genuine, but I needed some space. Her body was pushing buttons that hadn't been pushed in a while, repeatedly.
I walked over to check out the sky, conveniently changing the view.
It seemed to work. I got a little distance and perspective. The guys swept in like vultures to introduce themselves and the girls made sure to engage her in conversation and size her up.
Michelle seemed to appreciate the attention and was a gracious host. As I watched, I imagined that she kept looking over at me while talking to the others. It was time to move.
I quietly walked over to the cooler to grab another beer.
As I turned back around, Michelle was two steps behind me looking right at me.
"Hey!" she said jovially. "I'm Michelle," she continued as she held out her hand.
"Hey, I'm Joseph," I smiled.
"Welcome, I'm so glad you guys could come over," she giggled, bouncing a little as she spoke.
"Me too, the view is amazing," I sighed looking anywhere but directly at her.
Sensing the awkwardness, I looked down at her. She was looking at me inquisitively and biting her lower lip. She gave me the once over, smiled and walked over to the girls.
I tried not to look, but I was weak.
While I've never done drugs, I've heard that a former addict can spot an addict immediately. Our brief meeting felt like that. All my altruistic notions of mutual respect meant nothing to Michelle.
I knew she was game if I was. I just knew.
But damnit!, I was committed. I re-doubled my efforts and walked over to the boys.
"So what was that about?" one of them asked.
"What was what about?" I said. "She just introduced herself to me, that's all," I pleaded with my hands up.
After some brief ribbing from the guys, everyone found seats and started up friendly conversations. None of the earlier tension I felt was apparent while we were all together.
At about eleven-thirty, everything seemed to have wound down. One or two at a time people said their goodnights and headed off to bed. Determined not to be left alone with Michelle, I did the same.
The more I tried not to think about Michelle, the more I thought about Michelle. I tossed and turned ultimately lying on my back looking at the ceiling with a raging hard-on.
I decided I needed to cool off and decided to take a swim. I crept to the door and cracked it an inch. The house was dark except for the occasional appliance light. Everything was really quiet and I decided to go for it.
I tip-toed down the hall and ever so slowly slipped through the sliding door.
The early morning was amazing, not too hot, not too cold. The stars shown overhead and reflected in the pool. I walked to the steps and eased myself in.
The water felt amazing and immediately began to cool me down. I floated on my back and stared up at the sky in silence.
"Good idea!" I heard someone whisper excitedly.
I freaked out a little and sprung vertical in the water.
"Holy Shit!" I whispered a little too loudly. "You scared the crap out of me!"
"Shhhhhh," she laughed with her finger over her lips. "Don't wake everyone up!" she teased again.
As I regained my composure I realized who had joined me outside. By the outline of her silhouette it could only be Michelle. None of the other girls had that body.
Michelle slipped down the steps into the pool her hips rocked back and forth with each step. She entered the water lithely and swam quietly in my direction.
"What are you doing out here?" she asked again in a low whisper.
"I got hot inside and wanted to cool off," I replied sounding a little more annoyed than I intended.
"Hot? or hot and bothered?" she teased.
"Hot! As in opposite of cold." I shot back.
She had swum up to me and grabbed the side of the pool. I hadn't realized I had backed away from her to such an extent that we were now both in the deep end of the pool.
The landscaping completely blocked any view from the house to this side of the pool.
Michelle laughed playfully.
"Oh Joseph, you're trying so hard to be good," she pouted.
"Wait, What? Who says I'm trying to be good?" I protested.
"You are trying so hard, I can tell," she said batting her eye lashes.
"You don't like me?" she teased.
She reached out and put a hand on my shoulder. Her touch burned with heat and electricity. She looked me dead in the eyes and gently pushed my shoulder back until I was flat against the side of the pool.
Without blinking she placed her other hand on my other shoulder and swung smooth in front of me. In silence she slipped under the water and pulled herself up. The water slipping off of her head and running down her shoulders.
The waterfall cascading down her cleavage as her breasts rose from the water was like a drug.
"Hey Whoa! We barely know each other Michelle!"
She pressed into me and smoothed her hair back. Her hands returned to my shoulders and slid to my chest. I reached around and grabbed the side of the pool so we could stop treading water.
"Oh come on Joseph, we just met, but we understand each other, Don't we?" she said condescendingly.
"I'll stop any time you want me to Joseph," she whined with pouted lips.
She looked up at me with those big beautiful eyes and smiled at me. A knowing smile. A smile that said she could have what she wanted and I could or wouldn't say no.
Her hands slid down from my chest to my hips. Then glided across my six-pack. Finally she grabbed the waistband of my trunks and unbuttoned them.
"You are a bad boy Joseph. I knew it the minute I looked into your eyes," she spoke confidently.
"There's no need to deny it," she whispered.
I was mesmerized. I was horny. I was ready. After six long months, I had neither the will power nor the inclination to deny myself further.
This lusty centerfold thought she was toying with me. I was a volcano waiting to explode. My heart beat fast within my chest. I let her have her fun for the moment.
Slowly she peeled the velcro apart and slid my suit down over my ass. She pushed until she ran out of arms and I let them slide to the bottom of the pool.
My cock slapped into her thigh as it was released from my trunks.
"You are bad. So, Fucking, Bad," she whispered.
Michelle reached down and grabbed me with both hands.
She began stroking me back and forth. She reached down with one hand to cup my balls.
"You like that? You like that, huh?" she wheezed.
"You gonna cum for me?" she whined in her best porn star act.
I looked down at her. She was so used to being in control. Of being able to make the boys dance to her tune. I wondered how many guys she'd seduced. I could tell she liked being in control.
I let her pump away on my cock. Let her pump until it wasn't fun any more. She tried to build to a crescendo a couple of times, but I let them pass each time.
"Fuck baby, you've got stamina," she huffed.
"Come here," I demanded.
I pushed off and glided us over to the single step in the deep end of the pool. I stood us both up on the step.
She shivered a little as we stood there. Now it was my turn to take control.
I reached around and untied her top from around her neck. Then I untied the know in her back. I grabbed the bikini top and threw it to the side. I pulled her close to me so she could feel my warmth.
My cock pressed into her tummy as my hands slid down her back. I slipped my hands beneath the waist of her bottoms and slid them over her ass.
As she bent down to step out of her bottoms, she instinctively brought her mouth to my groin. She grabbed my cock and tried to pull it into her lips.
"Uh-uh," I said pulling away from her.
I slipped into the water and came right back up. I slid between her legs and sat on the step. My head rested on the corner of the pool and she stood with her back to me looking out over the stars reflected in the pool.
I reached up and grabbed her hips and pulled down. She looked in between her legs at my beckoning tongue and lowered herself onto it. She bent forward as my tongue touched her. I held her ass and snaked my tongue in between her lips.
I Gently spread her as the tip of my tongue danced over her mound. She settled into a rhythm and rubbed the hood of her clit over my erect tongue. Her legs trembled as she hovered over my mouth.
I reached up and grabbed her supple breasts in my hands. I squeezed firmly and pulled on her nipples. I pulled and stretched them before I released each nipple.
I slid my hands back down and opened her flower. I grabbed the petals with my lips and smoothed them out. She shuddered as the tip of my tongue traced her name on her petals: M-I-C-H-E-L-L-E.
I continued to write on her with my tongue: J-O-S-E-P-H. I made sure to connect my letters at the base brushing over her clit before I completed each letter: S-E-X-Y, T-I-T-S, S-L-U-T, F-U-C-K, F-L-O-W-E-R...
"Oh, Mmmm," she purred.
To steady herself she reached beneath the water and grabbed ahold of my swollen dick. She steadied herself like a tripod as I teased her.
"Oh, Yeah," she squeaked.
Her hips began to rock. I placed two fingers at her opening. I reached up, grabbed a handful of breast, and pinched her nipple in between my knuckles. I pressed my fingers into her. She was warm and wet. I rubbed the front of her insides and snaked my tongue to her clit.
I pumped my fingers in an out of her in steady rhythm.
"Mmmm, Uh-huh," she gasped as if in a dream.
I spread my fingers on every outward pull.
Michelle's hips pumped feverishly.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum..." she whined in a low whisper.
I grabbed her immediately. I pulled my fingers from inside her. I released her nipple. I removed my tongue from her clit.
"No. Wait!" she almost screamed.
I slid off the step into the water almost knocking her down.
"What the hell are you doing?" she screamed in a whisper.
I swam back to her. I reached out my hand and she took it.
"Shhh," I hissed.
She mumbled unintelligibly as I quietly swept her to the center of the pool. Just where the shallow end meets the deep end. Where I could stand and she couldn't.
"Why would you do that?" she implored still in a low whisper.
She was so focused on the answers she desired she missed the fact that I was moving and positioning her in front of me. Without a word, I lifted her up and slide her down my belly onto my cock.
"Oh fuck!" she whimpered, as my thick head entered her. She was so tight, I wondered how many had actually ever entered her.
Her legs flailed a bit as she realized she wouldn't be able to touch the pool bottom.
I stretched her as she writhed attempting to get her bearings. I sunk deeper and deeper into her until I was in all the way.
Michelle growled as she attempted to grind into me. She finally realized she had no leverage.
"Relax," I whispered.
I took another step toward the shallow end so I could bend my legs and plant my feet.
"Let go and float," I urged.
Cautiously, she let go of me and floated on her back before me. Her hair swirled in the water. Her breasts rose and fell as the water lapped around them.
As I gripped her hips tightly, she floated there with me inside her.
Instead of thrusting myself into her, I slid Michelle back and forth on my cock. I slid her out, almost completely off my dick, then pulled her to me. Her hair swirled forward and back as I slid her through the water.
As my pulls became stronger and faster her hands slid up to her breasts. She kneaded them as she pinched her nipples and licked her lips.
"Fuck me," she whispered in a breathy sigh.
"Fuck me, Mmmm," she said passed her tongue as it licked her lips.
And I did.
Her sighs began to match the rhythm of my dragging her through the water onto and off of my swollen shaft.
Now she was out of control. She floated weightless as I fucked her. She could neither push nor pull. She could not escape.
Her arms glided through the water to keep herself upright as I slid her back and forth on my hardness. She was relaxed and aroused all at once.
Her hands began to roam her body as she floated. Michelle was gliding back and forth on my hardness. She caressed her breasts and played with her clit.
This sexy Siren had surrendered completely. Her body slid through the water faster and faster in my urgency.
Now I thrust into her over and over. I thrust from head to balls as I collided with her. As her head tossed from side to side her abdomen locked. She crunched forward and rubbed her clit as I pumped violently into her.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream as I released inside her. Over and over my body was racked as I spilled into Michelle.
As my thrusts slowed and I softened, Michelle slid off of my and hugged me tighter than I've ever been hugged. I helped her exit the pool as we were both extremely weak.
She kissed me deeply. Michelle gathered her bikini and curled up with a blanket on one of the lounges.
I dove to the bottom of the pool and retrieved my trunks.
The stars had gone and a soft light had entered the sky. I could see where this was headed, another crazy girlfriend. I sat next to Michelle as she slept and watched the sun come up.
"Oh well," I thought and then fell into a deep sleep.
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