The pool party of our lives [FF] [wetlook]

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In the following days, after Anna and I had kissed during our clothed swim, our every interaction has become awkward.

It almost seemed like both of us were putting in immense effort to avoid talking about what happened, despite the fact that neither of us took it badly. I was confused — I kissed her, and she kissed me back, but after we had returned to the hotel, we never talked about it again. Perhaps it was just too embarrassing for the both of us, causing us to pretend like nothing happened.

At least that’s what I thought.

The following days were too cold for swimming, so we spent them mostly in boredom. Then, Ivonne learned there would be a party at the resort, and we needed no convincing to go. This was far from anything formal, but she really insisted we wear something nice, so I perused my luggage for the only dress I brought – black, slim, with crew neck and sleeves down to my elbows, and a knee-length circle skirt. After putting on my stockings I realized I didn’t bring any heels either, so I just put on my converse sneakers.

Ivonne chose to wear a flowery dress with a short skirt, along with stockings and black dress shoes, which matched her dark hair.

Anna seemed nervous, and was having trouble on deciding what to wear until the last minute. She then settled for a slim, silky white dress with black embroidery, black stockings and ballet shoes.

The sun had already set when we finally finished our final touches, and we set out for the party. The party was just outside the resort, by a large, outdoor pool. Some of the attendees were already at the bar or at the dance floor, but to my surprise, there was also a bunch of people already in the pool.

We approached the bar and ordered some drinks, when we realized how cold it was.

— If I knew it was gonna be this cold, I would have worn something warmer. — I said.

Anna glanced over to the pool and said:

— They don’t seem cold.

Ivonne and I turned around to look, barely able to see the people in the water due to rising steam.

— The steam. The pool must be heated. — Anna continued, then looked at me.

There was something incredibly intense in her gaze at that moment, but for some reason, I almost instantly looked away. A few moments later, Ivonne grabbed us by the hands and took us over to the dance floor. We danced for a while, then got bored and returned to the bar for more drinks. As soon as we sat down, I felt cold again. At this point, I could feel the pool calling out to me.

— Hey, wanna go into the pool? — Anne blurted out.

Ivonne and I went silent for a moment.

— What? — asked Ivonne, dumbfounded.

— I do. — I replied. — Let’s go?

— Let’s go. — said Anne.

We stood up and headed for the pool stairs. Ivonne stood up too, saying:

— Wait, you’re serious? You’re just gonna go in… like that? — she exclaimed.

Anna and I turned around, then looked at each other, then looked at Ivonne again.

— Well… yeah. Are you coming or not? — I said, and we continued towards the pool.

Before I even took my first step into the pool, Anna jumped in, cannonball style, splashing the warm water all over my dress and stockings. She emerged, her blonde hair now brown, gasping for air. Her white, silky dress had become semi-transparent now, with outlines of her bra poking through the soaked fabric. Her skirt was billowing on the surface of water.

— Well, what are you waiting for? — she asked, squeezing the water out of her breasts.

I took a step forward and landed into the deep area of the pool. The warm, heated water rushed into my stockings and underwear, lifting my skirt. The slim, black dress became almost airtight, following every curve of my body. I emerged and exclaimed in pleasure.

Anna was right in front of me, breast deep in the water, her long hair floating on the surface. She approached me and started talking.

— About what happened the other day… — she started.

— I’m sorry. I never should have done that. You’re my best friend. — I said.

— It’s okay. — she continued. — When I kissed you back, I just wanted to see what it was like… you know, to kiss another girl.

— So you aren’t mad? — I asked.

— Of course not. You’re my best friend. — she replied, smiling.

— I promise I won’t do it again. — I said, relieved.

Anna swam over closer.

— It’s okay. Besides, I think you helped me discover a new passion of mine. — she said playfully, pointing to her submerged dress. — I’m so horny right now.

— Me too. — I blurted out.

We both burst into a laugh.

Then I felt something warm touch my lips. I opened my eyes and saw her face pressed against mine. Through my wet dress, I felt her hands wrapping around me, hugging tight. She was kissing me like there was no tomorrow. And I kissed her back. My hands rushed underwater, to her butt, feeling her leggings and floating skirt. As soon as I squeezed, she wrapped her legs around me and moaned.

— Lotte! Anna! Where are you? — we heard a familiar voice nearby.

We turned around and saw Ivonne, swimming in our general direction, fully dressed as well. Her flowery dress had become dark and shiny, sticking to her slim body. Her puff sleeves became filled with air, awkwardly floating above the surface of the pool, like inflated air balloons. She was still wearing her shoes.

We quickly broke our embrace. Ivonne didn’t appear to see us. She swam over, laughing nervously.

— There you are. — she said.

There was something deeply arousing in the way she casually tread water, even though she was in her full evening dress. With Anna, the appeal came from her grace and playfulness, but with Ivonne, it was blissful unawareness — a kind of innocence.

Anna kissed me gain.

Ivonne appeared shocked, but before she could say anything, Anna turned to her and kissed her too.

— What… — Ivonne muttered.

She was beyond shocked, but she didn’t resist — in fact, she put her hands on Anna’s shoulders and awkwardly kissed her back. When they stopped, Anna kissed me again. After a while, I kissed Ivonne, running my hands over her wet flowery dress.

It all seemed like a dream — I wondered if I was going to wake up to an alarm clock any second now. I have no idea how long we’ve been snugging, but our fingers had become wrinkled and we had already became exhausted from treading water.

When the party was officially over, we left the pool, dripping wet, our sneakers, ballet and dress shoes squeaking all the way back to our hotel room.

We discovered something new about ourselves that night — something that will define our relationships for the years to come, in ways we’ve never expected.

But that is a story for another time!

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