„Are you two just fucking?” Pia indignant with new drinks standing in the patio door. Indeed, Kirsten and I were in the pool of our shared vacation home just right in the middle of it.
Thanks to the sun and alcohol, we had not been able to hold on to us any longer. While Pia had gone inside to mix new drinks, Kirsten and I had started making out fiercely in the pool. I had pressed her against the edge of the pool. She had gotten both hands inside my swim shorts and pushed them down. I had reached into the side of her bikini panties and pushed aside the narrow strip of fabric that covered her pussy. Quite automatically we had pushed our pelvises together and I had entered her.
The situation was too clear, as denial would have been an option. But neither Kirsten nor I even thought of stopping just because Pia had come out again. Pia and I had our own past and I was pretty sure that the friendship between the two women had not remained platonic at one time or another.