The first time I ever breached the endless one-way street of my life I was under water.
The sun beat down heavily with invisible whips, reflecting from the water in randomnly broken and jagged flashes.Beneath lay an icy field of blue-the bottom of the pool.I had picked up the practice of Transcedentalism from my English class and tried to put my mind on the concrete beside the pool.It was cool and pushed me from one side to another, encompassing me, filling all voids and instantly relieving tension. Only after I had gone into the pool mentally did I go physically.
Several other teens were in the near vicinity.My older sister had invited her group along for the day, so I hung back, having never been able to intermingle with the crowd.The day seemed to pass slowly as I was alone until the miniature party called me over.My sister always welcomed me in-it was I, the resistor, who tended to the recluse state of mind. They were playing Dead Man, a game where two at a time tried to stay under water the longest.Nobody could remain for over 45 seconds.
Watching the game reminded me of the time that a friend of mine, Chris, had shoved me under and kept one hand on me.All would have been fun if I had taken a breath before going under.I had watched the sun dance on the surface of the water above me in misery, feeling my blood pump against my eardrums, and lost sight of it as he gave me an additional shove.Being farther from the surface of the water but detached from my rough-playing friend, I immediately began struggling to the surface.The whole scene had taken place in the deep end of the pool and there was no concrete bottom to push from, so I pedalled and stroked with burning muscles the best I could.The surface seemed miles away, and each second an hour, but somehow I survived to watch my sister's friends play Dead Man a year later.
I had overcome my fear of the water since then, but still couldn't bring myself to participate. Since my sister had invited me, the best I could do was to watch everyone else play, preoccupying myself with playing with the swimming lane buoys.One of the guys pulled me over roughly, insisting I join them.I laughed up to him, realizing that he was flirting, the same as every other zit-faced, pizza-greased lips teenager, loathing both him and his intentions.At that time, I wished that I had not come.
"Come on, it'll be fun," my sister said, recognizing the look in my eyes. "Here, go up against Alicia."A girl in her mid-twenties, one of my sister's older friends from college, tickled me from behind.Although I was still fuming at the boy, the girl succeeded in getting a laugh out of me.I was busy swirling around inthe water to face my new opponents, but a thought had just barely enough time to register: she had grabbed my breast through the bathing suit during her introductory tickling. When I came face-to-face with her, which was because she was so close, I nodded.
"Shall we?" she asked.Two boys brought up their stopwatches and nodded.We both drew in breath and sunk.I wanted to see her when she went up, to be sure that I remained under, but lost view of her.
Mainly because she has swum between my legs.
I felt a gentle, waterborn head press up between my thighs.We were both submerged underwater and I found it difficult to crane my head to see what was going n down there.Before I could, she had wrenched one hand inside my suit and pulled it aside, fingering my pubic hair with the other. Without thinking of what was happening or what I was doing, I instantly spread my legs and pulled her wrist towards me.She retrieved her finger, however, and floated to the surface.On her way up, she grabbed my breast and carressed it briefly.I resurfaced away from her, and won by a ten-second margine.
"Oh, come on," Alicia whined, pouting."Can't we go again?I just didn't get a good last breath on that one."The gang agreed and we went again.I was already short of breath from arousal but went under yet again, nknowing what to do this time.She hovered in the water, her orange hair a cloud around her head.She had on a two-piece suit and pushed the bottom to her ankles, a llowing her thighs to spread enough.I swam into her, literally, and began to lick her.Although chlorine-tasting pool water got mixed in,I could tell by the slick lubricant that she was equally as hot.I fascened my mouth against her lips and sucked, bringing the internal skin into my mouth.One hand shot down through the water to pull my head inward, and I pushed my tongue up into her. The skin spasmed around my tongue and her thighs pumped at my face. We both resurfaced; this time she won.It was only fair. My sister's friends had been chatting and horseplaying around us, and as Alicia made eyecontact with me, the whistles of the pool lifeguards signalled time to get out for a few minutes.Breaks were routine every few hours at public pools.Our troop receded to our series of chairs, stretching out on blankets and going to the snack machine.Alicia glanced at me and stood, grabbing some shampoo and a brush.
"I'm going to shower and go home...you guys have fun," she called over her shoulder.Since no one noticed, as I was careful to ascertain, I scrambled after her.She headed in a quick trot to the public showers, which were mainly closed off shower stalls near the locker rooms.Alicia paused at the door to the building, watching me in the window's reflection.
"Oh, Steph, you're coming along." She said cheerily.
"Yeah, I decided to knock off early."
"Oh, you're not having fun?" She was holding the heavy metal door open for me.
"I was having plenty of fun..." I said, glancing at her as she leered back, "but I don't enjoy the crowd too much."
"You'd go for something a little more private?"
"Perhaps..." By this time, we had arrived at the shower stalls.She stepped in one and made to draw the plastic curtain."...but two is never too much." She smiled, one hand on the curtain edge.I glanced about, seeing no girl walking around since we had been the first to arrive at the stalls during the break.She waited for me to give a sign of being seen, and when I didn't, pulled me into the stall by the arm and drew the curtain closed.The curtain came all the way to the cement floor, closing off light.Alicia pulled me to her, smashing her lips against my mouth before I could open them for her. Instead, she worked my mouth open and pushed in her tongue.Her hips pushed against me, pinning me to the tile wall.Above us, the shower faucet was turned on and sprayed luke-warm water over us.She drew back, yanking off her bikini, and layed herself across the floor.I came down on top of her and buried my face between her breasts, pulling them together and frantically devouring her nippled to the best of my ability.She panted heavily but refused to make any noise, thankfully.She pulled me to beside her face and whispered into my ear, "69 me." Two words.No, three, if you count "sixty-nine" as two.Three words could change my life forever.Without hesitation I stripped myself of my bathing suit while she pealed off her bottom piece, and reversed my place on top of her.She took my thighs and positioned them over her face, then pulled me down.As I watched, her mouth opened and she came against me.Her tongue was hot and soft against my skin.Alicia buried her lips and tongue in my vagina, and I, on my hands and knees, came to and instant orgasm.
When I lay limply on her body, I slowly regained my bearings.She had continued to lap at me, taking up my cum, while I had apparently lay senseless.However, we weren't done.I realized that the cushion for my head was hairy, and upon drawing my head up, saw that it was a matt of orange-reddish pubic hair.Alicia felt me draw myself up and encouraged me by stroking the small of my back.
"Do it," she said from below me.
"I looked back at her little red beaver and kissed her lips as if they were a mouth.Naturally, I wanted to French-kiss her "mouth," and ended up slipping my tongue into her soaked vagina.She pushed it up against my face, similar to in the pool.The shower water pelted down over my back and she drank from one cheek of my ass.I traced my tongue along the interior walls of her, circling slowly about her clitoris.The grip she had on the small of my back tightened and she brought another hand up to caress my scalp, gently.I dove my tongue deep into her canal, and she shoved herself against me.Several times I reached down into her, her breasts firm against my ribs and the tiles cold against my knees.It was a miracle no one had walked in mistakenly.
She had an orgasm against my face and lay almost dead, panting against the inside of my thigh. I was becoming excited again, and wanted to resume my half of the game, but she rolled me over and lay on top of me.
"I really do have to go."
"Where?"
"I have a date with a new girlfriend."
I blinked up at her, and she smiled down at me. Her breath smelled like my cum and I suddenly needed her to suck me again.
"That is, only if you're single right now."
I laughed, understanding her proposal.
"Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."
"Then why waste time?" She asked, smiling and standing. We both dressed and bid goodbye to the group. My sister was too busy preoccupying herself with flirting with one of the boys to notice as I left.
"Just tell her I didn't feel well and that Alicia drove me home," I said to a nearby boy. He nodded and resumed snacking on Nachos.Pig.
We left, arm in arm, illuminated by the day's light of possibilities.