Key Phrase: Bad Idea
Word Limit: 2000 Characters, including Spaces
Forbidden Words: Naked, Shower
Bonus Words: Tell us about a bad idea of your own.
Extra Credit: Come up with a new bad idea…..
She thought it was bad idea. Of course, it was already too late to say that. And the idea had been hers to begin with.
But it was just a fantasy.
Okay, he made it a reality. They were in the pool swimming with their mutual friend, when he announced oh-so-casually that Mike was having sex with her.
“Wait-what?” She almost forgot to stop treading water until the water covered her mouth and reminded her she was, in fact, in danger of drowning.
“You wanted to be given away, Mikey wants you. Seems like the perfect arrangement. So with that, I’m leaving.” He proceeded to climb out of the pool, grabbed his towel, and headed inside. But not without shouting over his shoulder, “no glove, no love.”
She watched him go. Still in the deep end, chin deep in water, abandoned with that statement, her eyes darted to Mike. He was sitting on the steps, his trunks barely covered in water, his broad chest exposed, arms casually on his knees leaning forward, his adorably curly dark hair still dripping wet. He gave a lopsided smile, kept her gaze.
She felt like a sitting duck. And like ducks do, she hoped she looked calm on the surface, because underneath she all chaos to stay on top of things. She felt pounding in her ears and sucked in a nervous breath.
A nervous, anxious wreck, and yet, and yet, her pussy clenched in excitement.
She smiled, hoped it looked passable and sexy, felt like she grimaced in her attempt. What should she do? Should she take off her swimsuit in the water, throw it out in a sexy spray of water and challenge him to join her? Oh god, what she got tangled in the water and drowned? Besides, she hated sex in the pool. It didn’t allow her natural juices to really lubricate with the pool water getting in the way. Her heart beat so hard she was sure she was going to have a stroke…wait, stroke…swim. Deep breath, she decided to swim towards him. Surely by the time she reached him, she would have a plan.
What the hell was she thinking by confessing this desire? What the hell was her idiotic boyfriend thinking in giving it to her?
Mike stood up right when her feet hit the bottom of the shallow end. God, he was hot. God, she loved her boyfriend for this incredibly hot present. She just hoped she had the guts to open it. He was so shiny and new.
“Shall we?” he asked, his voice so calm and cool. Tall, dark, and handsome, and offering his hand. She walked towards him, keeping her eyes on his hand instead of his stiffened penis so obvious even through his trunks. Yum.
Her hand took his, and she was thankful she was soaking wet, as her trembling hand would definitely be sweating as well. Shit, hopefully he didn’t notice her trembling. She was so excited, she was so nervous.
He gently pulled her towards the bathroom that led into the guest room, that then led into the rest of the house, where her boyfriend was. Oh god, he was really going to let her sex with Mike! She gave him a silent high-five and cursed him all the same time. How could he do this with no warning?
She watched the ground, sure she was going to trip, thankful her feet instinctively moved. She felt a towel go around her shoulders, looked up at Mike…gorgeous dark eyes almost black to match his hair, stumble around his face…mumbled, “thank you.” His hands wrapped the towel around her shoulders, hands stayed there, moving the fabric to her upper arms, lower arms, god she wanted the towel/his hands all over her. Before she lost her nerve, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, lips pressed too hard against his before she eased up from excitement and his tongue was in her mouth, kissing her. Kissing her!
Oh god, she was kissing Mike. He was the hottest friend they had, and she was making out with him. Her hands couldn’t get enough, and she fumbled at his shoulders, down his muscular arms, back up to the back of his head, around his back. One arm went around her and pulled her tight to his body and she felt his desire, hard against her lower belly. His other arm reached past her and opened the door and she backed slowly into it, holding the towel around her waist carefully. As they broke apart when she tripped over the threshold, he closed the door and she wrapped the towel around her waist.
Wait?! Why did she do that? God, she was such an idiot. She wasn’t trying to be modest, she was trying to have sex with Mike.
Her back to him, berating herself silently, she felt his hands at the band of her bikini top, undoing the clasp. Before she could tear the towel off of her, he spun her around and picked her up, placed her on the sink in the tiny enclosed space. He leaned into kiss her again, and her hair felt deliciously cool against her hardening nipples. She placed her hands on the sink for balance and let his delicious kisses consume her again.
Fuck this was hot. Fuck she loved her boyfriend.
…And she was about to fuck Mike!
Okay, almost double the character allowance, but with extra credit and bonus, I deserve it.
A bad idea of my own was very similar to this. I went to a relative’s pool with a new lover once on a hot summer day, and we had sex in the pool and guest room more times than I can count. Anyone could’ve come in-all the family was regularly there during summer, and my relative could’ve come home. Yet, he was so hot, so shiny and new, and lust took over my common sense. Mmm, pool sex, how I love and hate it.
The new bad idea is partly why this story ran so long-I have a fantasy to be “given away”. Granted, it better not be in a fucking pool, that would be awkward. But I really want to be an object for a short period of time. And I don’t want to know in advance, because I would back out of it once my brain was done with me. And that would be a shame.