Pool Party

by K T Morrison

  “What are you making us?” Skyler called out from behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see her still boldly bare-breasted holding her hand over her eyes to shield the sun.

  “Steak and some salad,” he said back. Both of them smiled.

  When the grill was at temperature, he laid the steaks down on the wire metal. He heard wet footsteps behind him. Skyler was there, coming to him dripping, wet bare feet, wearing a white towel like a cowl around her neck and hanging down to her waist. She came to his side, looked down to see what he was making.

  “Look at the size of those steaks.”

  He said, “They’re elk.”

  “Elk? Do you hunt?”

  “Just at the butcher,” he said.

  “They look really awesome.”

  “You’re hungry?”

  “So hungry.”

  “Can you stay long? I know you only had an hour ...”

  “An hour? No, we can stay as long as we want.”

  “Oh, I thought you—”

  Skyler was giggling now, and she shielded her eyes, blocking something that was happening to his side, acting like she didn’t want to see it. He looked over to see that Madison had got out of the floating lounger, swam to the edge of the pool, climbed out, and was now looking to sun herself. She was slipping her bikini bottoms down her legs and her ass was completely bare. Darren audibly gulped. It was a shocking sight to see revealed when he wasn’t expecting it. He thought he was used to this, having their breasts bared for the last half an hour, but somehow seeing this exposed to him now was excitement renewed.

  He looked away quickly before Skyler caught him staring. But maybe they wanted him to stare. Why were they doing this? They knew he was there, they didn’t care. Well, they did care—they wanted to him to look. Shit, he wanted to look. So he looked back. They didn’t care, he knew it.

  He watched this beautiful twenty-year-old girl completely naked now, slightly bent at the waist, perfect drooping breasts swaying gently from side to side visible at her side, under her arm. Then she got on her knees on a teak deck lounger with a towel spread on it, young yet pendulous breasts swaying forward, lay on her stomach with her legs slightly apart. He could see the seam of her ass where it dipped between her legs and there in the shadows, if he were to look very closely, he would be able to see her bare sex. The stiffness returned to him. He tried to look away but he couldn’t. Madison put her hands up over her head and he saw the squashed shape of one round breast.

  “So your wife is away?”

  His eyes darted back to Skyler. She was watching him as he ogled her best friend.

  “Yeah ... uh ... Yeah, she went away.”

  “Where did she go?”

  “She’s in ... She’s in New York City.” At least he thought she was. Who knew? That was what she told him. Right now though she could be in a hotel room anywhere in the world getting railed by her personal trainer. Some secret tryst. He knew she was cheating on him, he just knew it.

  “The Big Apple.”

  “Huh?”

  Skyler said, “She’s in the Big Apple.”

  “Oh, yeah. She’s in the Big Apple.”

  “What’s she doing there?”

  He flipped the steaks over, the meat hissing as it touched the hot grate. He said, “A conference. She told me it was a conference.”

  “She told you?”

  “Yeah, for her work. She’s a—”

  “Lawyer,” Skyler finished.

  “Yeah, you know her.”

  “Yes. I do know her.”

  He set his tongs down, stirred a brush through a bowl of melted butter he was basting the steaks with. “And how have you been, Skyler?”

  Skyler cocked her head, smiled, said, “Me? How am I doing? How do I look like I’m doing?” She bounced on her feet a little, her arms opening the towel just the slightest bit and he saw her bare tummy and cleavage.

  “I have to admit you look pretty great. I hope things are going well for you.”

  “Things are going real well for me, Darren.”

  “Good, I’m glad to hear it.”

  Skyler grew up without a father. He was around until she was five, ditching his family then and practically disappearing. Her mother had been a waitress. A waitress after her stripping days were done. If he remembered correctly, the rumors said she may have had a problem with alcohol. That wasn’t confirmed, but given the circumstances, he wouldn’t be surprised. There was great difficulty in tracking down her father, at least that’s how the other rumors went, and when she did, she sued him for alimony. But apparently, the guy never paid. At least not regularly. He’d even heard a rumor that the guy had gone to jail for delinquency one time. “How’s your mother?”

  “My mother, Darren?” she said, her expression chilled. He winced, realizing a long time had passed since he knew Skyler. Almost thirteen years now since she had been a friend of his daughter. A lot could’ve happened in that time. Cancer, suicide, a whole host of terrible things.

  “Oh, I’m sorry ...”

  She brightened just a little, said, “Boy, you know how to wreck a mood. Things were going really well there ...”

  “Forget I said it,” he said.

  “Forgotten,” she said. “But only because you’re cooking me dinner.”

  “Do you want some more drinks?”

  “You have anything harder?”

  When he looked at her, he saw that his her eyes darted down to his trunks. “Yeah, I do. What do you want?”

  She looked at an imaginary watch on her slender wrist adorned only with leather cords, said, “I think it’s getting near cocktail hour, don’t you?”

  “It is indeed,” he said.

  “What do you have?”

  “I have everything. Help yourself,” he said with a smile.

  “Where’s your bar?”

  He nodded his chin toward the kitchen door, said, “Just outside the kitchen, the smaller kitchen across from the pantry. There’s a bar in there, fully stocked.”

  She bounced on her toes again, the towel parting and showing him her bare skin. She said, “Let me make you something.”

  He asked, “What’s your drink?”

  “I can make anything.”

  “Surprise me.”

  While Skyler was in the house making them drinks, Darren admired Madison’s feet. They were soles up, her legs not long enough for them to hang off the bottom. Perfect clean little feet, wrinkled, round tiny toes curled forward. She had fine ankles, legs that weren’t very long but were indeed quite shapely. Parted slightly, his eyes roamed up the inside of her thighs, examined that space in between. He swore he could see folds. Her skin there was very thin, and he saw multiple lines that must be that sensitive area beside her mound. Those little lines worked along until a sweeping crease formed at the lower crest of her buttock. That ass swooped to a narrow waist, and above, a smooth creamy back ...

  She was watching him over her shoulder.

  He jolted. Whipped his attention back to monitor his steaks again, feeling a wave of prickly embarrassment work over his back, clawing over his shoulders to scratch at his chest. His heart was hammering.

  That was so lecherous.

  The steaks were almost done, his salad already prepared and sitting on the kitchen counter. Just a few more minutes, and hopefully his heart would slow down soon.

  Then Madison was next to him. Up off her lounger and padding over to him wearing absolutely nothing. He kept his eyes away. She stood at his side, said, “How much longer?”

  He said, “Not too long now, Madison.”

  “Can I get in your hot tub?”

  “You want me to turn it on for you?”

  “Yeah, make it all bubbly,” she said.

  Slowly he turned his head to regard her. She stood with her arms folded, those big beautiful breasts squashed against them, her legs together but he could see the cleft of her shaved mound.

  When he spoke, his voice was dry and draggy. His eyes
had become glued to her naked body, and he had couldn’t un-stick them. “Uh, bubbly ... Yeah, let me ...”

  His body was in motion, his brain and eyes still transfixed, walking to the controller for the hot tub, with his head tracking over his shoulder.

  He stumbled up the steps while Madison walked, arms still folded, ass cheeks shaking, stepping up to the cedar planks that squared around the curved edge of the hot tub. He kept it hot, had planned to soak later tonight. She dipped her toes in, and he admired her again. He found the toggle and flicked it, sending jets bursting in the hot tub.

  Madison giggled to herself, lost in her own world. Her arms came down as she held them out for balance, her breasts swaying as she stepped a foot down onto a bench seat. Her legs parted, and he clearly saw her pink sex. A surge jumped through him, his prostate swelled painfully.

  The French door swung open behind him, Skyler coming, walking backward, a tray over both her forearms. On the tray were four highball glasses filled with ice and limes. In the center was a pitcher, also filled with ice and limes, and jostling with a cold, clear drink that frosted the sides of the picture with condensation.

  “Hey,” she said, catching his eye, “you know you had cachaça?”

  “Yeah, I did. I didn’t know what to do with it.”

  “I made caipirinha.”

  “Wow, you really know your drinks.”

  With a knowing tone, she said, “I’ve tended bars, Darren.” She laughed, an open-tooth and wide smile, showing off how pretty her face was. The swell of her breasts sat on the tray, her nipples hardened and extended like they were chilled from the ice.

  “Hey, you bitch, what are you doing in there?” she suddenly yelled over to Madison, noticing her in the hot tub.

  “Drinky time,” Madison sang, extending an arm out of the hot tub where she sat, her hand cupped like she held a drink and wagging it back and forth emphasizing that it was empty. Skyler hooted, a loud excited sound, sashayed with the pitcher on the tray to the table that sat on the patio. She set it down, poured three glasses, winked at Darren then walked to the tub to join Madison, a drink in each hand.

  Madison shouted past Skyler to Darren, “How about some music, Pop?”

  “Yeah, right,” he exclaimed now, too. He wrung his hands, trying very hard to act like a man who wasn’t being crushed with anxiety right now.

  By the back door, just above the hot tub switch, there was a control panel for the sound system. He fiddled with it, trying to find something that he thought they might like. Pretty sure they wouldn’t like his stations. Scrolled through Sirius until he found something that he thought two twenty-year-old girls would get into. Turned it up a little, not too loud, enough for them to hear but not enough to attract ire from the neighbors.

  When he turned, headed back to his barbecue, he stopped suddenly. The two of them were in the tub now, each with a drink in their hand, their eyes were closed and they were smiling, their faces coming close together. He held his breath and watched as the two of them pressed their lips and kissed each other. Just playfully, not exactly passionate; teasing each other.

  The effect on him was devastating. His knees went weak with a sudden realization that this could really happen tonight. That all the things he imagined may not be phantasmagoric. He stood frozen on the spot, his mind flashing images of all the dirty ways he dreamed they may repay him for his hospitality. There were ugly scenes, but he wanted them desperately.

  Now they were giggling again, sipping their drinks and dancing in place, liking his music selection apparently. He made his way back to the barbecue, saw the food was ready and then didn’t want to tell them. Wanted them to stay in the tub, it was a place where bad things may happen. Maybe they would keep kissing ...

  His penis had turned to steel watching them. He adjusted it, trying to get it stick straight up so it wouldn’t be noticeable. Then he turned the barbecue off, rubbed his hands together nervously.

  Skyler was climbing into Madison’s lap, getting on her knees and straddling her friend’s thighs. She held her glass next to her breast, her long graceful arms folded up, her chin tucked, looking down into her friend’s eyes. He continued walking and getting closer.

  Madison said, “You make a good drink, Skyler.”

  “Extra sugar for you, sugar.”

  Madison giggled, batted her eyelashes. Then she tilted her chin high to the sky, and Skyler began to kiss her neck and under her chin. Darren came to the lip of the tub and squatted down.

  Madison, now with one hand gently cupping one of Skyler’s round breasts, looked at him, said, “Is dinner ready?” Her eyes were narrow and lusty.

  He said, “Yeah. You want me to bring it here?”

  As Skyler ran her tongue along Madison’s neck, laughing as she did it, Madison said in a baby voice, “Yeah, would you cut my meat up into little pieces for me?”

  It was difficult to swallow, but he did, felt his Adam’s apple jumping up and down. He licked his lips, said, “Sure.”

  Skyler was laughing again, kissed Madison’s forehead, then pressed herself against her friend’s chest, her hips grinding her sex into her as if she was humping her. She ran her hands like claws through Madison’s hair, said, “Naw, we’ll come out and eat with you, Darren.”

  Chapter Four

  For dinner, Darren had cooked the elk steaks. Seared them in the pan, brushed them with butter, cooked them at medium on the grill. Elk was extremely lean so you had to have a light touch. There was a salad, fresh greens that Lynn had bought at the farmer’s market on Thursday. Chopped tomatoes, an avocado, fresh herbs; he even made his own dressing for them. Last year, when things were better between them, Lynn had bought him a one-week Healthy Cooking Course taught by a Michelin-star chef. It was a great gift, something he’d always wanted to learn.

  The three of them sat at the patio table, Skyler’s pitcher of caipirinha almost empty now. Madison was hungry. Proved it by diving knife and fork into the steak (holding her fork like a dagger with her thumb curled over the butt), sawing away while her legs kicked under the glass table. She ate with nothing on.

  He could see her bare body through the clear surface of the patio table. Her breasts swung back and forth while she sawed. She ate the steak first, not even touching her salad.

  Skyler had some pretense of manners. Sitting upright, holding a knife and fork like a human being, but put her elbows on the table a lot. Not the end of the world, obviously, because she was topless. Her breasts hung forward when she did.

  They didn’t talk much while they ate; the girls had an appetite. Cutting, and forking, and chewing. Washing it down then with sweet Brazilian alcohol. It was actually pretty wonderful.

  Where Darren sat, he faced down the length of the pool, toward the shallow end where beyond a manicured hedge crested over flowering gardens. A walkway ran around from that wall heading to the tennis court, the path also veering to the right going behind the garage down the side of the house and out to the front driveway.

  A man walked around the corner. Darren startled, physically gasping, his throat squeezing on a chunk of meat, coughing it forward so he didn’t choke to death.

  The man wasn’t threatening, he could see that he smiled. He was good-looking (actually very handsome, like a model). He had salt-and-pepper hair, close-cropped at the sides and back, brushed forward a bit along the top. He had a rugged jaw and a wide chin and flashing eyes under a handsome brow. His teeth gleamed white. He was tall and tanned, dressed very nicely. Black polo shirt tucked into neat and tailored khaki shorts. He wore ox-blood loafers. One hand held the cord handles of a long narrow foil gift bag. He strode toward them, gently raising a hand to wave. Darren realized he waved at Skyler.

  Darren’s eyes darted to her, feeling concern, feeling suddenly caught. He was a grown man, and this was a terrible situation in which to be found. It was wonderful when he was alone but now he felt like he could go to jail. Everyone here was of age, but somehow this was just all very unseemly.
One girl on his right, topless, and across the table, another girl sitting and eating and wearing nothing at all.

  Skyler cupped her hand under her mouth as elk dripping spilled from the corner and down her chin. Now Madison, seeing Skyler’s reaction, dropped her knife and fork and twisted quickly in her chair to look behind her. Her reaction was even more extreme. She jumped out of the chair, exuberant and joyful, she screamed “Daddy!”

  Darren watched her naked body run down his brick walkway, ass jiggling, breasts swaying from side to side, visible even from behind. The man waited to receive her. She hopped up onto him and he gripped her, the heavy gift bag held out from his body. She kissed him on the face, both sides, then doing it over and over again while he laughed.

  Darren rose and plopped back down heavily. He was caught. He was caught by this girl’s father. This man would kill him just as he would kill another father he found behaving this way with his daughter. He suddenly felt nauseous, his just-eaten dinner deciding it no longer wanted to stay in such an inhospitable abode, sought to leap back up and out his esophagus. But he clutched his fists hard and gritted his teeth and somehow kept it down. He tried to stand again and fell. He weakly said, “Skyler ...”

  Without looking to him, she said, “Her Daddy’s here ...”

  When he finally had the ability to stand, Darren saw now this other grown man set Madison back down so her bare feet were on the brick. They kissed. It was not the kiss a father and daughter would share. It was on the mouth, and Madison gave this man her tongue. Her arms circled his neck and his hand lay on her waist, the fingers coming around and denting the upper crest of her buttock. Skyler sashayed her way to join them. Darren followed, his steps hesitant.

  Skyler did the same as Madison, coming to this man and kissing his mouth. She said, “I’m so glad you could make it.” As Darren joined them, she turned and said, “Darren, I want you to meet just about my best friend in the world. This is Loveless.”