[FF] Revenge by the pool

This story happened during 2019. Beginning of the year, I became single. Long story short, I caught my boyfriend cheating on me the worst way possible: in the act. The girl panicked, dressed up quickly and left. We talked. First, he only seem to regret he was caught. And I questioned him more, he admitted that it wasn’t even the first time it happened. I just couldn’t forgive him and I just dumped him on the spot.

Fast forward to July 2019: my parents went on vacation for 3 weeks without Sam, my brother, and myself. He was 23 at the time, I was 20. So, we’re left in a big house in Montréal’s south shore suburbs with a gigantic pool in the backyard. Sam’s first idea is literally “Let’s throw a party!” I’m more introvert, so I just told him to organize it, that I would be attending, and I would help him clean afterward.

The following weekend, it’s a very hot and sunny Saturday, in a matter of an hour we ended up having about 40 guests around the pool. A lot of people I didn’t know, but there is one, in particular, I happened to recognize, without knowing her name. That was because I saw her on my ex’s social media feeds. *(I know… I like to torture myself!)* And by the number of pictures, she was on with him, I could only infer that it was his new girlfriend. And I knew my ex was not around because he always spends summers in Spain with his extended family. *(Spent the summer of 2018 with him over there)*

I chatted a bit with her. Something in the vein: “Hey, I think I’ve seen you somewhere, can’t remember where.” We asked each other questions like, “Do you know X?” “Did you work at Y?”… And I realized quickly that she really didn’t know who I was. She didn’t even know my brother, she was friend with my brother’s girlfriend, Amélie. Her name was Mégane. Auburn hair, slightly shorter than me, nice smile, my age. After a few drinks, I had that strange idea to take my revenge: I’m going to try to pick up his new girlfriend.

At some point, she was sitting by herself on the side of the pool, her legs in the water. I went to sit next to her. And I just started flirting with her. I smiled at her, laughed at anything that could be remotely funny. And then I complimented how beautiful her hair was, how I loved her bikini, how mine was due to change, and that I’d lost about 10 pounds since the beginning of the year… And she naturally offered: “I have nothing planned for tomorrow. If you want, we can go shopping together, I’ll show you where I bought mine.” We exchanged phone numbers. I even got her to text me her home address. With my parents on vacation, I can use their car and I can drive us around. Not wanting to overdo it, I decided to leave her to her friends, and I went to help my brother with the BBQ, serving food to the guests.

I won’t lie to you guys. That night I touched myself fantasizing I was in bed with Mégane. We were both completely naked, she was going down on me, she was incredibly good at it… The door opened suddenly, and he was there, standing in the doorframe, his luggage next to him: my ex. She looked at him nonchalantly, stood up, dumped him on the spot, closed and locked the door and came back to me and continued what she was doing as if nothing has happened…

Sunday. Next morning, my brother and I finished cleanup early. He wanted to spend the day with his girlfriend. Around 10:30 a.m., I texted Mégane, she was still up to go shopping with me. I picked her up in front of her house and we went shopping to *Dix-30*, a popular shopping mall on the south shore of Montréal, not too far from where we both lived.

And we shopped together for bikinis for a good two hours. And I kept casually flirting with her the entire time. Not only she helped me pick a new bikini for myself… I convinced her to buy one for herself. When we got out of the store, we stopped by a restaurant she wanted me to try.

We walked there, there was a queue. The hostess told us that we might have to wait 30–40 minutes before being assigned a table. So I innocently proposed Mégane to instead order take-out and go eat at my place… And that we could even wear our new bikinis. She had a small nervous laugh, but she agreed.

Thirty minutes later, we were back, sitting on the side of the pool, wearing our new bikinis, our boxes of food near us. Took a few bites, told her how much the food was good. She even took a fork and fed me a bite from her plate.

That was when she made the following comments: “It almost feels like we’re on a date! Funny hein?” She laughed, but I did not. I just smiled at her. And then I replaced a bang of her hair. She didn’t look surprised, not even a tiny bit. It felt like she just wanted me to confirm that we were on a date.

There is a 5–10 second silence between us. We just kept looking in each other’s eyes. She finally said with a soft voice: “But I’m not lesbian.” I moved toward her a few inches, and I whispered in her ear: “The way you look at me, I know you’re definitely not straight.” I leaned back slowly. And she blushed.

It took her a few tries to articulate: “I’m curious.” To which I replied with a sensual voice: “Curious of what?” She laughed nervously. And she leaned toward me, tiled her head and kissed me on the lips. A very soft and nice kiss. We giggled, we kissed again, and again. And we naturally started French-kissing after a few minutes. After a minute or so, we took a break, took a few bites of our lunch. That’s when Mégane decided to give herself a little swing and got in the pool.

“I bet you can’t catch me,” she said. I hesitated a bit. And she lost patience and splashed me. I jumped in the water and chased her. I cornered her and we started kissing again. We stopped, I got distracted and she swam away. I chased her again, cornered her again. And we kissed again… Except that this time, I anticipated what she was going to do, so I pinched the string keeping her top tied. Of course, she tried to swim away… But her bikini top stayed with me.

She stopped abruptly, and she started looking in the water, searching for it. She looked at me, she saw I had it in my hand. And I simply made a ball with it and threw it outside of the pool, far enough that it would be impossible to fetch without getting out of the pool. “Oops,” I said with a large smile.

She swam back toward me. Knowing what she was about to try, I just untied my own bikini top and threw it away on the grass. She got to me. I wrapped my hands on her hips, she wrapped her hand around my neck. And we kissed again. I felt her breasts against mine.

Guys, won’t lie to you, it was my first time being really physically intimate with another girl. I kissed girls as dares on multiple times in parties, watched lesbian porn before… but I was not sure what to do next. When we stopped kissing, she leaned back, stretched her arms on the side of the pool… And I suddenly found myself with her two breasts right in front of me. I massaged them with my hands a bit. And started licking them.

And it tasted weird…. Because of all the chlorine that my brother put in the pool that morning. But I was so into it that I just continued to lick her breasts for a few more minutes. We switched position, kissed more. When she’s done, she took my hand and guided me to the stairs. I took my towel and started to dry us.

We had a large sofa in the backyard. It’s shaded. It was the perfect place to continue what we’ve started. I dragged her there and laid her on it. I got on top of her and I started kissing her body… Everywhere: neck, breasts, nipples, cleavage, abs, thighs, legs.

When I finally lay next to her and kissed her on the lips again, she just suddenly grabbed my hand and inserted it in her bikini bottom. I felt a bit of hair and she rubbed it against her pussy. We both giggled. She released my hand. I continued rubbing it slowly. I felt how wet she was. (And it was not from the pool!) I fingered her a bit. That’s when she started to whisper: “Kiss me,” which I did. I leaned and French-kissed her again as I continued to finger her. And she was like “No… Kiss me down there.”

Again, guys, said it above. It was my first time with a girl. I had never done it before. I was overly stressed. “You mean eating your pussy?” She giggled. She nodded. “Only if you promise to eat mine after,” I asked. She nodded again. Stress doubled. I kissed her breasts, her abs again.

I untied her bikini bottom. I pulled it and threw it away. I placed my face between her legs, kissed her inner thighs. And it was only then I took a very first real look at her pussy. I took a deep breath and I just when down on her. She moaned suddenly when I used my tongue to spread her pussy’s lips. I continued exploring with my tongue, touching everywhere I could. That’s until she said at some point: “Continue!” And I just did what I expected my ex-boyfriends to do in such situation: didn’t move, didn’t slow down, didn’t speed up until asked otherwise. And she loved it!

But eventually, I got tired. So we exchanged places, she removed my bottom and she ate my pussy. First minutes, I was stressed, I was uncomfortable, so I didn’t really feel anything else other than tickling. But I eventually started to really like it. Eventually, she got tired too. Neither of us had orgasms. But it’s cool, we talked about it. We were both stressed. We’re both new to this… And I eventually ended up playing the confident girl: “Whatever you have planned for the evening, cancel it. You’re sleeping here tonight.” She giggled, but ended up saying, “Okay!” We kissed again. We cuddled.

And it felt so good being next to her. She was laying on me, her head on my shoulder. And I kept caressing her hips, her butt as we were both falling asleep.

We got waked up a few hours later. A very loud “Oh!” Mégane panicked, hid behind me while I was doing my best to use my hands to hide my private parts. I raised my head and I realized it was my brother’s girlfriend, Amélie. She looked at her friend and said her name on a judging tone. I know she didn’t say anymore more than her name. But, to me, that sounded like she wanted to say: “Mégane… Don’t you have a *boyfriend*?”

We heard my brother, Sam, in the house, and he was like “Bébé, is there a problem?” I whispered to her: “Please. Just keep him in the house for a few more minutes, just enough time for us to dress.” She turned around and went in the house. We hurried, grabbed our bikini. Quickly dressed. *(He later told me that he actually saw us through the window as we were searching for our clothes.)* We got inside to simply realize that they already left… He even texted me saying that he’d be sleeping at his girlfriend’s house that night. And we spent the rest of the weekend together. She only left Monday around lunch time.

We continued dating secretly for a good month. And we became (and still are!) a couple. We realized that we had so many things in common and we got along super well. And it became really quickly… a perfect relationship: no drama, good complicity, similar values… *And incredible sex!*

And I know at the very beginning, I said I was hoping to see her dump my ex-boyfriend, live, as an ultimate form of revenge… Well, she did dump him, but not in front of me. I can only suppose because I never asked her the details. She probably dumped him through a video call, or a text (doesn’t really matter at this point) even before he came back from his summer vacation in Spain.

But I did get a kind-of revenge in 2021. We were at the grocery store together, he happened to be there shopping at the same time. Briefly chatted. He acted like he barely knew me. But Mégane did introduce me as her girlfriend.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vy893w/ff_revenge_by_the_pool