Kimmy lived just a few houses down the street. On the taller side for a soon-to-be 8th grader, but super slender and petite, she had caught the eye of her neighbor Dave as she started to mature. It was obvious that, someday, she would develop into a drop-dead gorgeous, sexy woman. Even presently, Dave couldn’t get enough. Spying out his home office window on a daily basis as the summer was winding to a close, he’d wait impatiently for her to walk down the street with the other neighborhood girls. Including Dave’s daughter, an only child who was two years younger than Kimmy, the group of middle school girls would travel up and down the street visiting each other’s houses. With her impossibly long, thin legs jutting out of the tiniest shorts (thank God for current fashion trends), Kimmy would put her tiny ass on display for the neighborhood, but Dave was the only one who seemed to notice. It was almost too tiny and would probably look better in a few years after filling out. But even now, it still drove Dave crazy. Combined with her little A-cup tits, which were easy to envision in her skin-tight tank tops, Kimmy toed a line of being too provocative for her age. It never made sense to Dave, as she was always so quiet and shy. Even more, her parents were super religious and conservative. Kimmy lived a very sheltered life compared to other thirteen year-olds. She struggled to maintain eye contact during conversations with adults, and as much as Dave tried to talk to her with little jokes and slightly adult humor, she just wasn’t ready for that. Oh well, “all the better”, Dave thought. He didn’t need that type of distraction. A single father, he enjoyed his typical, albeit dull, middle-aged lifestyle. Fantasies can stay fantasies.

This late-August Friday evening came with a knock at the door. He had just gotten out of the shower after cutting the grass, so he quickly threw on a pair of mesh gym shorts and a tee. He answered the door to find Kimmy with another of the neighborhood girls, Janet (11), looking for his daughter. Dave explained that his daughter Kelly (also 11) would be home soon from a friend’s birthday party and he’d let her know the girls were looking for her. “What are you girls up to?”, said Dave, trying to make some small talk. He could see the straps of a bathing suit under Kimmy’s small tank top. Typically fair skinned with light brown hair, she was bronzed from a long, hot summer. The small shirt fully exposed her trim stomach. On the tall side for her age, probably 5’6”, she couldn’t have weighed more than 80 lbs. Due to frequent swimming and tanning at her backyard pool, tan lines were nowhere to be found on either end of her shorts, with that tight tummy and belly button peering out from just under the hem of her shirt. Dave, trying not to eye fuck her but probably failing, could only imagine undoing the top button of those tiny shorts, and unzipping them to let his hand graze the bikini bottoms underneath. So damn innocent, he wanted to hear the soft moans that he knew she was capable of making. He started to swell up at the fantasy and, standing in his doorway in thin mesh gym shorts, he quickly snapped back to reality as Kimmy whined “We’re not doing anything, Mr. Dave. Just looking for kids to play with. We’re soooo bored.” She bit her lip in frustration and pouted. ...so sexy. She put her hands in the pockets of the tiny white shorts, inadvertenly pulling them down slightly, revealing the top edge of her little black bikini bottoms. “Fuck... that stomach is so hot”, thought Dave. He could see a thin red sunburn line between where the bikini bottoms ended and the tan line from where her shorts typically ended.

“How could this girl be so hot, yet so immature?”, Dave thought. “Maybe it’s because she’s stuck socializing with slightly younger kids in the neighborhood. She doesn’t say ‘chill with’ or ‘hang with’ like a typical thirteen year old... instead... ‘looking for kids to play with’???” It sounded the way an elementary schooler would talk about having a play date with friends.

Dave watched Kimmy (or more truthfully Kimmy’s ass) walk back down the street towards her house. The two girls were going swimming in her pool. Dave let them know he’d tell his daughter when she returned.

By 7 pm, a plan was fully developed. The girls would swim at Kimmy’s for a while and then have a sleepover at Janet’s house, also on the same street. Dave walked his daughter Kelly down to Kimmy’s house and opened the gate into the backyard. He could have let her walk down the street by herself, but secretly hoped to get a glimpse of Kimmy in her bikini. Her parents reached him first at the gate before he could walk to the pool, and Dave was momentarily disappointed to hear the pool party was cancelled. Unfortunately, the parents had to leave for a family emergency and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow. Kimmy’s pregnant aunt was going into labor and needed assistance at her house watching her other two kids. No biggie for Kimmy since the girls already had plans to sleep over at Janet’s, but it meant the swim party was off since the parents had to leave. The girls expressed their disappointment audibly. Dave, thinking quickly, offered to hang on the deck for a while and babysit the girls. They didn’t really need a lifeguard for a 4 foot, above-ground pool, but Kimmy’s parents felt better having an adult present.

The plan was set. The girls would swim for a bit with Dave nearby, and then they’d walk down to Janet’s for the sleepover. Everyone was happy. Especially Dave, who didn’t mind the view of watching Kimmy.

It was about 7:20 as Kimmy’s parents drove off. The girls hopped back in the pool while Dave sat down in a lounge chair on the deck, which was built up to the edge of the pool. Wearing sunglasses (unnecessarily since the sun had already set below the tree line of the secluded backyard), Dave peeped some stealthy looks at Kimmy while pretending to look at his phone. He’d been around the girls by the pool before and, while she wore bikinis before, Kimmy’s typical suits were very concealing and disappointing. This evening was entirely surprising. Black with white polka dots, her top had a string back with triangle fronts. And the bottoms... string-tied sides with little coverage across the important parts. Much more adult. Being so thin and petite, it hardly even fit her properly and the string ties on her back and sides seemed to droop, clinging in place more from the water suction than a proper tight fitting. (Later in conversation, Dave would overhear that the bikini belonged to her older sister, who was in college and living down the shore for the summer.)

The girls played on a couple rafts in the pool, creating a game where they had to knock each other off the raft. Dave perked up when it was Kimmy’s turn. Facing the raft with her back to Dave, she pulled herself up out of the water onto the raft. Getting her knees onto the raft, her tiny ass pointed up toward Dave. Thanks to the age-inappropriate bikini, her white ass cheeks were on full display as the suit partially wedged up her crack, dripping with water as the sexy tan lines from her typical suits contrasted the paler, bonus exposure of skin that hadn’t been exposed to any sun... basically ever. Her knee slipped off the wet raft, and she plopped back into the water after the failed attempt to climb on the raft. The girls laughed at her clumsiness and, pridefully, Kimmy quickly mounted the raft in the same position, hands and knees on the raft, now on all fours facing away from Dave. Her bottoms had shifted from the slipping and exertion, and her entire left ass cheek was now hanging out in plain view. The wedgy had clumped the fabric against her wet crotch and crack. “Kimmy your BUTT is practically showing!” giggled one of the girls in shock. Kimmy panicked and hurriedly adjusted the bathing suit. In order to shift the bathing suit back left recover her bottoms, she needed to first pull the wedgy out of her crack and away from her skin. This created a wider view for a split second. Dave caught his breath when he saw her little pink asshole peak out momentarily, along with a surprisingly fat, bald outer labia on the left side. He practically rolled off his lounge chair. As Kimmy spun around on top of the raft to sit Indian-style, she reflexively glanced back at Dave with embarrassment, unsure how much butt she had displayed (and totally unaware of the extra naughty glimpses she had flaunted). By this point, it was getting darker and Dave had already taken off his glasses. It was obvious he’d been staring in her direction, even as he made a lame attempt to glance away. Distracted and defenseless (and blushing) as she looked at Dave, it gave the other girls a chance to swim underwater and overturn the raft. The raft shot to one side and Kimmy toppled to the other, plunging head and shoulders first into the water. She let out a startled laugh before her upper half submerged, legs in the air above water and spread wide open, It almost seemed like she purposely spread her legs more dramatically than necessary as she fell into the water, the thin bottoms crumpled up against her pussy. On the sides of the triangle front, Dave could see a bit of pussy hair slipping out near the top of her crotch. It wasn’t a ton of hair, rather a cute, small amount of fuzz that got Dave bulging. Since getting out of the shower earlier, Dave had been freeballing in those gym shorts. He sat up straight, not wanting to scare the girls with a boner that was starting to take shape. But it wasn’t his fault! This girl was fucking hot and an unintentional tease at the very least... but maybe not as shy as he once thought. “Innocent... but a bit daring” mused Dave as Kimmy plunged under water with her little pink toes being the last thing still viewable, and perfectly suckable.

Kimmy came up for air, splashing out from under the water with her bikini top slightly askew, and a small bit of what was “technically” underboob from her newly growing tits peering out and contrasting with her chest’s tan line. With an expression of intense determination, she wanted revenge after being knocked off that raft. “Oh that’s it! Let’s chicken fight!”, she said. Being the tallest and oldest of the girls, Kimmy was the best at this game. Problem was, there were only 3 of them. After a quick conversation about the headcount issue, the girls all looked at Dave simultaneously. Dave wasn’t wearing swim trunks, but he did have on gym shorts. Wanting to play their game, Mr. Dave’s shorts “are basically a bathing suit”, the girls pleaded with him. Enjoying the views from the lounge chair, Dave didn’t want to move but, being the people pleaser he is, he reluctantly got into the cold water.

Dave and Kimmy, being the tallest two of the group, assumed adversarial roles as the two bottoms, supporting each of the two younger girls up top. Dave and his daughter were a team and were winning, as Dave was stronger and easily able to support his daughter from falling off his shoulders. Kimmy was a string bean, and a much weaker support base for Janet.

Not happy being on the losing team, Kimmy’s competitive streak kicked in, and during the next round, she started to get aggressive with Dave. She showed her teeth with a sexy little snarl as she approached Dave for the current battle, first grabbing his outer arms and shoulders... squeezing tight little nails into his skin. Dave’s initial instinct was to fight back but then he hesitated, holding firm to his daughter’s legs and pretending to struggle while Kimmy squeezed his shoulders. As the girls on top continued to fight with their hands clenched together, Kimmy’s hands slid down Dave’s arms, quickly moved past his daughter’s legs, and onto his shoulder blades. She pushed him repeatedly but he wasn’t budging. Her hands moved down to his chest to get more leverage. It still barely moved Dave, who had the considerable weight advantage as a fully grown adult male. Her hands were sliding up and down his chest looking for better leverage. At this point, she was unintentionally rubbing and kneading his chest. Her elbows, initially locked as she pushed at Dave, were now bent and her body was moving closer to Dave. The pushing had stopped but she was still rubbing Dave’s chest, palms and fingers stroking up and down between his pecs and upper stomach. He noticed her face soften a bit. Was she getting turned on? . ..Dave sure was. Their eyes met for a minute before they both looked away sheepishly. Dave reasoned that Kimmy was probably unaware that her touching could be considered sexual in nature. He logically assumed it wasn’t an attraction to him, but it sure felt like it. The girls on top began struggling more intensely as Kelly pulled Janet into a headlock, tugging Janet towards her and Dave. This pulled Kimmy and her skinny body right smack against Dave. Her slightly developing chest pushed right into the bottom of his pecs, with the tiny titties softly flattening against him. In the struggle, Kimmy’s hands had moved from Dave’s chest to his sides. Dave’s hands were still out of the water, holding onto his daughter. It was weird to have his daughter present at this moment. He may have been turned on by Kimmy, but this wasn’t some God awful, disgusting incest porno thing. That wasn’t his deal in the least.

The younger girls on top continued to struggle and Janet was about to fall. Kimmy should have reached up to stabilize Janet’s legs against her little shoulders to prevent a fall and loss of the game. Instead, Kimmy’s arms wrapped further around Dave’s back, essentially hugging him and keeping them pushed tightly against each other. Her right leg came forward and she wrapped it sideways around the back of Dave’s legs, clamped across the back of his upper thighs. Dave being on the shorter side and Kimmy being tall for her age, he was stunned at the sensation as he realized her crotch was perfecting aligned with his, vulnerably exposed with her right leg spread out and behind him, AND thrusting sporadically against his semi-hard dick. Supposedly, this was a vain attempt to latch onto Dave and use his leverage to prevent a fall into the water, but it was a real-life fantasy for Dave. Stunned, he listened to her pant and exhale, presumably trying to hold on for dear life in this childhood pool game while, in reality, pushing her pussy against Dave’s hardening cock. At first they were tightly against each other but fairly still, Kimmy’s arms moving slightly to get a grip on Dave’s back, while her crotch gingerly bobbed on and off of Dave’s bulge. But then she started to grind a bit, up and down on Dave’s front. She had to feel his bulge through the thin mesh shorts. In this context, the mesh shorts were an almost equally unfit bathing suit as little Kimmy’s borrowed bikini, leaving them both underdressed and barely covered.

Then Kimmy grunted. Fuck this was hot. Subconsciously, Dave’s hands moved off his daughter, underwater, and around Kimmy’s back. Her wet skin was so soft to his touch as his hands caressed gently down her mostly naked back, over the skimpy string of the bikini top, and finally nestling along the small of her lower back.

At that moment, the girls on top tumbled down into the water. Dave felt his daughter fall backwards and Janet fall forward, which kept Kimmy pushed up against him. Dave and Kimmy lost their footing and essentially hugged tightly as they began slipping into the water. Dave fell backwards, pulling Kimmy with him. His feet slipped out from under him against the slick pool floor, almost as a cartoon character on a banana peel. They were no longer standing. He was falling backwards into the water while his hands, still holding her tightly, slid further down her back and towards her ass. His left hand reached first, sliding over the thin fabric and her partially exposed skin, cupping her little butt cheek. The top lining of the bathing suit bottoms which, again, didn’t fit her little body quite tightly enough, were no match for Dave’s right hand, which accidentally slid underneath the fabric and further down, gliding over Kimmy’s bare ass. The details of the whole moment immediately registered in Dave’s mind. With her pussy still firmly pushed against his cock and her hands gripping his back tightly, Dave had accidentally plunged his hand under Kimmy’s clothes. His fingers ran directly down the center of her ass crack, eventually cupping under her right cheek. Gripping the cute little ass was almost more than he could take. And he did grip it... hard. Kimmy gasped. It was a 100% sexual response but simply seemed like part of the game to the two other girls. After all, they were falling over in the last part of the chicken fight.

Even as an honest accident, at least initially, this was now completely carried away and Dave pulled his hands out of her clothes and off her body. They separated and made eye contact. Kimmy was breathing heavily from the game, but her eyes were a mixture of embarrassment, shock, and raging teenage hormones. Her face was flushed. Dave was unsure if Kimmy fully realized it, but what she had just done... grinding against a grown man, rubbing his body, and getting her ass felt up... it had her turned on. She may not have known it, but Dave knew it. And neither seemed satisfied just yet.

Sadly, chicken fighting was over but Kimmy wanted a game of Marco Polo. By now it was completely dark outside and there was a chill in the air. Like many kids with their own pool, Kimmy swam like a fish and loved the water. Cold temperatures didn’t bother her and the other girls regularly had to convince her to stop swimming and move onto other activities. Kelly declined the Marco Polo idea. She insisted she was done swimming and was going to walk back to Dave’s house, pack her overnight bag, and meet back up with the other girls when they went to Janet’s, which they all assumed would be very soon. Janet also protested but Kimmy pleaded and convinced her to stay in the pool a little longer. Freezing, Dave remained silent and put up zero resistance.

The pool was a little small for a game of Marco Polo, so the girls explained they had slightly different rules. Instead of yelling “Marco” and responding “Polo”, their version of the game was completely silent. The hiders were on the honors system to splash frequently, and the person who was “it” had to listen to the splashes and react. Honestly, it made sense for a small pool and became more of a sensory challenge of listening to subtle noises and feeling water movements.

Dave agreed to be “it” first. With the temperature dropping, all three of them were bobbing deeply with only their heads and necks above, trying to shield their skin from the cool air since the water felt warmer by comparison. Dave was peaking through cracked eyelids in the dark, and the girls either didn’t seem to notice or care. Janet was playing to win and stealthily swimming underwater regularly. After all, it’s more difficult to see or hear a person underwater. Kimmy was bobbing around, not far out of Dave’s reach. In the context of the game, she didn’t seem to be putting up much of a fight or exhibiting a sensible strategy. She was luring him towards her. He obviously pursued and, with her very frequent light splashes, she seemed equally interested in leading Dave in her direction and away from Janet.

The night was completely dark now and, since Kimmy’s parents left while it was light outside, no one had bothered to turn on any outside lights on the deck. Additionally, with the tree-lined property fences, neighbors wouldn’t be able to see the pool party at all. The sounds of a still, late summer night were in full effect, with cricket chirps drowning out the volume of an occasional light splashing. Dave was unsure if Kimmy could see him peaking, but she had lured him to one end of the pool away from Janet. She was lightly spritzing him with little water flicks until he got close enough to lunge at her. As he lunged, instead of turning her back to him and swimming away, she stood her ground... chest squared directly towards him as she stood up taller in the water, leaving her upper body and polka dot bikini top exposed to the air. Dave’s hands latched directly onto those tiny, barely-there tits. His left hand gently cupped and squeezed the small handful over the thin fabric of her bikini top. The right hand landed higher with his fingers on her collar bone. As it slid down her chest, his palm pushed the loose top downward, and his hand came in direct contact with her bare nipple. It was already rock hard from the coldness of the night air and Kimmy shuddered, involuntarily letting out a squeaky “aaaahhh” as the man’s strong hand clumsily traced downward across her tiny tit from palm to fingers, with her pink little nipple getting lightly pinched between two of Dave’s fingers as they traced along her front.

The moment was a game changer. Kimmy felt a charge that ran across her tits, especially the exposed nipple, and all the way down through her crotch.

Janet had been swimming under water when this occurred. Dave’s hands lingered a second too long before he said “I got somebody” and Kimmy whispered back “You got me, Mr Dave.” Janet popped out under the water after sensing the stirring on the other side of the small pool. Kimmy informed her that the round was over. Janet was freezing and fully ready for pool time to be done, but Kimmy begged Janet to keep playing.

Pretending like nothing weird had just happened (for the second time tonight, mind you), Kimmy wanted the game to continue. The touching may have gone over the line but was still innocently accidental under the guise of the pool games. Regardless, this soon to be 8th grader was turned on, and this was uncharted territory. She had NEVER been touched like this by a boy. The closest experiences, which paled in comparison, included a timid middle school slow dance with hands on her middle back, as well as a quick, shy peck on the lips during an impromptu game of the spin the bottle last year. But, turned on or not... she wanted Janet there. Not as protection but more so as a security blanket. Even if Janet left them alone, Kimmy wasn’t bold enough to just start making out with Mr Dave! After all, he had only touched her accidentally during the games. She couldn’t even believe she did it, but SHE was the one who set him up to touch her boobs and he didn’t even know it! “That was so craaayyy!” she thought in the silly slang of her young mind. “No cap, that just happened IRL” she marveled to herself proudly, shaking off any lingering disbelief. She had LOVED the firm squeeze of his hands on her boobies... but none of that was completely planned, especially her nipple popping out from her sister’s skimpy suit! She should be more embarrassed, “but OMG, that was sooooo sick!!” She smiled inside, tickled pink that she had decided to borrow her sister’s bikini on a whim. Kimmy wouldn’t tell anyone, but a man had now touched her butt and boobs for the first time, and she felt so GROWN. Mr. Dave may not have groped her on purpose, but she could tell he didn’t mind it. After all, when she pulled him in close during the chicken fight, it felt like he was pushing his thing right back onto her “coochie”, or her “pussy” as her sluttier classmates from school would have called it. Pushing into him felt good for her and she assumed it felt good for him as well, since she had felt a hard bulge in Mr. Dave’s shorts, “pressing right up on my... err.. pussy”. Just thinking about what had happened made her feel accomplished. She was getting turned on and her heart beat as quickly as her dirty thoughts. “This night absolutely slays and I’m like... acting thirsty, I guess”. Was Mr. Dave “sus” for kinda being a “a little extra” towards her? NO, she decided. He was a nice man, and after all, she knew she was turning pretty. It was okay for her to “flex” a bit with her fit body like the other girls in her grade. If they could fool around with boys (and some definitely did, or at least said they did) then why couldn’t she? After all, it’s the end of summer and this night just “hits different”.

Kimmy came back from spacing out on these thoughts as Janet said “Okay Kimmy, fine! We can play ONE more round and I’ll even agree to be ‘it’, as long as you promise that we can go to my house after.” Kimmy quickly agreed, even though limiting to only one more round was lame. She didn’t want this to EVER end. But, reluctantly, she’d agree to anything that didn’t end this pool night immediately. Her teeth were chattering and she realized she had her arms folded across her chest, now covered in goosebumps. It was freezing in the pool. Her rush of adrenaline and hormones wasn’t helping her shivering either.

Janet closed her eyes and started the game. Dave slinked his way over to the large pool ladder attached to the deck. Still dizzied from the recent events, he wasn’t in the mood for swimming and at least needed a breather, hiding partially behind the ladder. Janet was moving in the opposite direction to the far end of the pool, so Kimmy logically moved towards Dave and the ladder. She nudged her shoulder into Dave, trying to sidle up and share the same hiding space under the pretense of the game, squeezing behind the protection of the ladder. Dave was wedged up against the wall with the ladder railing above his left shoulder. He was too big to really get completely behind the ladder, with his head and right half of his body exposed. Still, he had room to get some ladder protection without getting squeezed too tightly between the wall and ladder... at least until Kimmy started pushing her way into the same space. Watching Janet move in the wrong direction, Kimmy playfully glanced at Dave with an impish grin and slithered next to Dave and the ladder. Again, her body language was masked as the strategy of the game, an innocuous move to get in on the same great hiding spot that Dave found. But if anyone else was watching, their closeness would have looked questionable, possibly inappropriate. Fortunately, it was pitch black and secluded. More so, Janet was not a cheater and had her eyes firmly shut. As she treaded water in the wrong direction, Kimmy pushed in towards Dave. She turned her back towards him and, determinedly, wedged in between the ladder and Dave. There was absolutely not enough room in this sandwich, which went in order of pool wall, Dave, Kimmy, and ladder. Her tiny ass wedged naturally against Dave’s crotch, and she nestled her back up against Dave’s chest as closely as possible, a truly necessary maneuver if they were going to share this hiding space. His left hand was holding the top of the ladder as Kimmy leaned back into him, her head and soaking wet hair moving between Dave’s face and his raised left arm, nuzzling back into his neck. Essentially spooning her while standing straight up, Dave’s dick started straightening as well. His cock was pointed downward with the entire length of his shaft pressed solidly against that cute little ass... or, more accurately, lodged BETWEEN the mounds of her ass. Her bottoms had inevitably gone back into a glorious, full-on wedgie after the all the squirming to fit them both behind the ladder. Now, Kimmy’s whorish bikini bottoms and Dave’s equally useless mesh shorts were the only things separating his rock hard cock from her naked body. She could feel his “thingy” slide in place between the moons of her little booty, fitting perfectly as if it belonged there. She started to bob up and down, in the water. It was difficult at first, sandwiched so tightly behind the ladder. But then they both shifted slightly, and instinctively, out a bit from under the ladder. This gave a tad more room and Kimmy could bob away. “OMG, Mr. Dave is so hard!” Her thoughts continued.... She was unsure how big his thing was, especially trying to judge it only from the sensation against her ass... but it felt longer (and thicker) than the expectation of her inexperienced imagination. This was a big dick. “A big dad dick!” Kimmy couldn’t believe she was thinking in such dirty terms. “Omg, this totally isn’t like me. But I’ve never done anything like this before so how would I even know what I’m supposed to be thinking with this stuff?” She was getting more self-assured.

The game now completely out of mind, Kimmy had been bobbing gently up and down against Dave’s rod for maybe 15 seconds, but it felt a lot longer. Dave started to get into it and reciprocate, gyrating a bit left and right, then up and down. His dick was traveling gingerly in and out of her crack and across those tight cheeks. Then it would find its way back into the canyon, and Kimmy would reward it by moving up and down. She moved slowly, but firmly, and with a definite purpose. Dave’s arms were still away from Kimmy, one holding the ladder and the other resting along the pool edge and deck. He didn’t have the nerve yet to touch her but he could at least facilitate the butt bobbing. He widened his stance underwater, with his feet and legs shoulder-with apart (and then even a bit further). Now straddling Kimmy from behind, he started doing mini squats along with Kimmy’s up and down movements, amping up the friction between his cock and her crack. Putting up no resistance, Kimmy actually leaned forward. This made additional space between her upper back and Dave’s chest, undoing the prior spoon situation. At first, Dave was alarmed that she was pulling away and making her escape. Instead, she was creating something far dirtier. Slightly bent over with her butt still pushing against Dave’s cock, Kimmy was no longer doing a natural bobbing motion in a pool. They both had their feet planted firmly to the pool floor, Dave straddling Kimmy, grinding her from behind, knees moving up and down, and his pelvis still pushing that dick directly between her cheeks. Kimmy grabbed the ladder railing with her left hand to brace herself. Then she bent over even further. As her torso shifted more horizontally, her ass raised higher and prouder, offering more of her pussy into the connection from behind. They were no longer hiding behind the pretense of the ladder. This was now a doggy-style dry hump (in a wet pool, ironically). “Holy fuck!”, thought Dave as they humped in opposing motions, one rubbing upward while the other rubbed down, grinding and maximizing the friction. As the motion intensified, what started as an inch or two of motion had evolved into significantly long thrusts up and down. The rubbing now focused on Kimmy’s pussy. Empowered, Dave grabbed hold of her waist on both sides, squeezing gently and guiding her body up and down. She could feel the loose bathing suit shifting slightly, and the folds of her covered pussy were shifting and getting massaged with the movements. It was like nothing she had ever experienced and felt “sooo good”. Her face strained in various expressions of pleasure, trying everything in her power not to make a sound. She reached back with her right hand for Dave, still holding onto her waist. Wrapping her hand around his wrist, she sweetly held on for the ride.

Any hypothetical bystanders would have dropped their jaws. It looked like Dave was fucking Kimmy underwater, and he practically was! His mesh shorts were not built for this activity, and the head of his cock started to poke out the bottom of his shorts as the fabric would catch against Kimmy’s backside. He could sense it getting directly exposed to the cold pool water. (This did nothing to curtail his gyrations, he was simply aware that his dick was popping in and out.) Still pointing downward, Dave would have given anything to adjust his cock upwards and rub the sensitive underside against Kimmy’s covered pussy. Maybe even poke the head around a bit? But that would have been too overt and bold (as if this wasn’t already. The jig was up. Albeit unsaid, but WAY up. Unlike Dave’s cock, still pointed downward).

It all happened so fast. Couldn’t have been more than one minute from their first contact near the ladder. It was a talent that they were both humping so vigorously without making any noise, mostly holding their breath.

Dave’s shorts hiked higher as the grinding intensified, and the head of his dick started to lightly graze the inside of Kimmy’s thighs. She felt it. Not entirely sure that it wasn’t her imagination, but Kimmy could feel the skin to skin contact. Startled by the new sensation, in a purely natural defense mechanism, she moved her legs closer together slightly, which only made it worse as his shaft was now gently clamped in the tight space between her pussy and skinny thigh gap. Dave’s shorts were too loose to ride along for the journey. His naked cock slid in and out of the gap while popping out of the leg of his shorts. With each thrust forward, that dad dick become completely exposed. Kimmy, mouth closed and holding her breathe, uncontrollably exhaled audibly out of her nose... caused from a combination of the pleasure from a hard cock rubbing against her scantily covered pussy and the shock of Dave’s bare dickskin sliding along her inner thighs. There were only about four or five pumps like this before the naughty couple were rudely snapped out of their trance by Janet, who justifiably complained “HEY!! No one is making any splashing noises! This isn’t fair!”

Dave and Kimmy stiffened, standing straight up and separating as if they had been caught. Dave’s shorts floated back downward into a more conventional orientation. Snapping back to reality, and with the presence of a third party that was seeking to tag them, they shrunk back under the safety of the ladder. Their secret was still safe, but neither wanted to splash or give away their location. Not because of any desire to win the game, mind you. The game was simply an unsaid ruse at this point, giving them a lousy excuse... a rationalization that allowed them to further explore their heightening sexual curiosities.

Needing to make some noises, and quickly, Dave noticed some pool toys in a pile on the edge of the pool deck within arm’s reach. They were diving rings meant to sink to the bottom for retrieval. Kind of useless for a shallow above-ground pool, but handy at the moment, Dave grabbed one of the toys. Kimmy, no dummy herself, realized what Dave was doing and pushed back into him, snuggling into the spoon position by the ladder.

Dave lobbed the toy near Janet. The splash served to keep Janet away from the two love birds. Janet dove towards the splash from the toy, thinking her prey was in very close proximity. Her hands came up empty. Undeterred, she continued to lunge in the same general area, then swimming completely underwater, continuing to search confidently. Given the closeness of the splash, Janet was sure she was about to tag someone any moment. She pursued way longer than the other two expected, since she was genuinely surprised that she was still coming up empty.

Kimmy let out a naughty, quiet giggle, amused by Janet flailing around underwater. It gave her a quick second to whisper to Dave, “I’m so cold” in a baby whimper. Still gently spooned in the tight space, she removed his left hand from the ladder rail and wrapped his arm around her skinny body. His left hand was now draped across the front of her body, diagonally from her left shoulder to her right rib cage. His armed was tracing down the middle of her chest, not touching anything it shouldn’t, but running dangerously close, directly across her breast bone. She pressed his left hand up against the front of her right rib cage. As she pressed it close on her skin, presumably for warmth, its final landing spot left his thumb grazing the bottom edge of the string bikini top. As their snuggling bodies slightly shifted under the water, Dave seemed to be feeling the base of her underboob (or as close to an underboob as Kimmy’s A-cup, flattish chest could produce). The loose bikini top was slightly floating freely (if by only an inch) under the swirling water. Inadvertently, the snuggle movements had shifted Dave’s hand ever so slightly underneath the bikini top’s fabric.

...but Kimmy didn’t even care. She was being “so extra” and she knew it. Her behavior would have shocked her if given more time to take in the situation. But, obviously not thinking clearly at this point, her young body’s desires were attempting to run the show even if she was unaware, being too young and naive to have ever experienced these more mature temptations. They were urges she had never felt before. Sure, a couple of the boys at Douglas Middle School were cute, but they were “lowkey basic”. She wasn’t interested in “doing stuff” with them. But with Mr. Dave, this was “savage AF”, she thought. No one would believe she was acting “thirsty” towards a grown man anyway, let alone pressing her body up against him. She wasn’t planning to make this into some flex for “clout” when school began next week. No. This was HER secret. An “end of summer adventure”.

Kimmy had no clue what would happen next. She was caught in a swirl of emotions at light speed, racing uncontrollably between feeling inexperienced, vulnerable, nervous, and hot. But mostly HOT. Her body was “like... tickly”. Her skin not so much itching, but wanting to be rubbed. She didn’t have a plan or expectation. It wasn’t like “maybe I’ll try to get him to touch my butt on accident again?” or “should I try to touch him now?” It was all happening so fast and she was a “total noob”. Not one to curse frequently, this innocent little minx, completely overwhelmed, simply thought “FUCK IT” and felt a velvety calm settle over as her mind shut off. And for the first time in her life, aching to be touched, that ripe little body took complete control. Kimmy exhaled deeply and loudly.

With Janet effectively distracted for the time being, Kimmy reached her right hand up backwards behind Dave’s head. They were both hunkered down, shoulder level with the water to stay as warm as possible and shielded from the cool air. Still nuzzled up against him, Kimmy stood up just enough so the side of her face and cheek were pushing into his neck and left jawline. Dave could see that her eyes were closed as her right hand started lightly stroking the hair on the back of his head. She trusted him. That much was clear. With her left hand still covering his hand underneath her breast, she intertwined her fingers with Dave’s hand and guided it upwards, underneath the bikini bra. Her nipple, rock hard from the coldness, flicked across his fingers. The rest of his hand surrounded the soft skin of her developing little breast, still covered in goose bumps.

Even though Kimmy had initiated the maneuver, her mouth opened and she gasped in surprise at the sensation. Dave’s earlier Marco Polo grope had been clumsy and a little “cringe”, but this time it was “LIT”. The pleasure and sensitivity made her stand up straighter, and her chest came up out of the water. Still spooned by Dave from behind, they were almost cheek to cheek, faces as close to each other as possible. He continued to massaged her tit and lightly pulled and squeezed the nipple between his fingers. They could hear each other breathing quietly, and the breaths started to speed up slightly. Kimmy’s bikini top was askew from Dave’s manly but gentle touching, with the right side now pushed up completely. Dave, peering over her shoulder, could finally see that cute perky nipple and puffy areola, surrounded by her pale little breast and sun-kissed tan lines. Still hugging her body, his whole left forearm had soon pushed up the left side of her top up as well. Dave, instinctively brought his other hand into play, cupping and massaging both fully exposed tits with each hand, only pausing intermittently to pinch both nipples at the same time.

With Dave’s hands fully occupied, Kimmy reached for a diving ring and tossed it haphazardly across the pool. Deep in the throes of passion for the first time ever, the girl was still locked in. It turned Dave on and he kissed her neck from behind. She responded with a low and deep “mmmmhmmn” behind closed lips. Dave’s right hand drifted down to her stomach and pulled her in close. Continuing to quietly kiss her neck (he had to be careful not to make pucker noises), his middle finger traced her belly button. She pushed her belly toward the finger, enjoying any new touch Dave wanted to provide for her body. His left hand moved back and forth across her tits. Kimmy tossed another diving ring. Janet lunged toward it and swam underwater. “Good girl” thought Dave, but not wanting to make this kinky (after all it was Kimmy’s first real sexual experience), he whispered “Good job” into her ear. She giggled and smiled. Her mouth opened as he sucked her ear lobe. The tingle in her pussy intensified. It needed to be touched but the inexperienced girl didn’t realize it. Not knowing how to quell the tingle, her lower body stirred around in search of a cure. As he traced her stomach, she arched her back and pushed outward as if imploring Dave to finger her belly button. The heightened desire was palpable. His hand slinked further down her abdomen to the top of her leg, sneaking along her panty line between her upper thigh and crotch. She was responding and moving her pelvis in little circles. Dave’s right hand was now almost touching her pussy but he was still hesitant. Doing the next closest thing, his fingers massaged her right groin muscle, making small contacts with the edge of her swimsuit. Before he knew it, his right thumb was along the top edge of the bikini’s triangle and he subconsciously tucked it inside the fabric. He was now squeezing the side of her groin, rubbing the tendon area with his fingers and her front pelvic area with his thumb. As his thumb pushed down under the fabric, Dave came in contact with the peach fuzz he had glimpsed earlier in the evening, and started stroking his thumb back and forth across it.

By now, Kimmy understood that her pussy NEEDED to be touched. As Dave slowly tiptoed down her body, the restlessness in that pussy was intensifying. In fact, it was “straight fire”. Human instinct had kicked in and she knew what she needed. “Why is Mr Dave teasing me??? Ughh”.

Instead of pouting like a brat, the skinny girl took her right hand off of Dave’s hair and neck, plunged it underwater, grabbed Dave’s hand impatiently, and relocated it right on top of her thinly covered pussy. She shuddered as she took it all in. Here was Mr. Dave holding her tightly from behind, kissing on her ear and neck, playing with her exposed little titties with one hand, and using the other to rub her pussy over her loose bikini bottoms.

She had never REALLY masturbated before. She’d secretly watched porn a few times on her phone, late at night in her bedroom, and had tried touching herself to mimick what she saw on her screen. But she hadn’t really developed a sexual mentality at that point and couldn’t truly get into it. She only tried it because girls at school had talked about it, but she felt embarrassed doing it, even alone in her room. It was “weird” at the time to the immature, underdeveloped girl.

Presently, those inhibitions were nowhere to be found. Still holding the back of his hand, she instinctively guided Mr. Dave’s hand in little circles over her bathing suit as his thumb tucked back in from the top and caressed her bush. I mean, it’s not really a BUSH, she thought, but the beginnings of a sexy landing strip. The closeness of Mr. Dave’s body felt amazing as he hugged her tight, locked against her with his hard dick against her butt from behind and hand cupping her pussy from the front. Her panty bottoms started to scrunch up and shift from the touching. As Mr. Dave rubbed them more aggressively, his thumb, still hooked inside from the top, started pulling down the loose front. His whole palm glided over her exposed hair, panty bottoms pulling down with it. As his hand would go back up, fingers were caressing her bald, puffy outer labia along the sides of the fabric. Still holding the back of his probing hand, her heart skipped a beat when Mr. Dave pulled his hand off her completely and plunged it down under the front of her panties. His fingers combed through the strip of short hairs and down to her pussy, with his middle finger gliding directly over her clit and between her lips. Her lips seemed to part on their own to welcome his thick finger, slithering along her wet and juicy entrance. The direct contact was “soooo much better” than him rubbing over the fabric, which she didn’t think was possible. Not immediately diving his finger into her, he rubbed her clit in small circles. Kimmy let out a high-pitched, breathy squeak of pleasure... and Janet spoke up at the exact same time.

“Okay that’s it, I give up!” exclaimed Janet. “You guys are really good at this game and I’m freezing.” Fortunately for Dave and Kimmy, Janet’s back was turned to them when she opened her eyes, averting her gaze from the raunchy view of a partially naked Kimmy being hugged (and who knows what else below the surface) by their fully grown neighbor. As Janet spun around to face them, it gave the couple a split second to separate. Kimmy shot underwater, which begrudgingly removed Mr. Dave’s hands out of her clothes and off her body. She haphazardly fixed her top before coming up for air. Meanwhile, Dave was still fixed against the side of the pool like a deer in headlights. “Kimmy, did you hear me?” asked Janet, thinking Kimmy was underwater when she first spoke. “I’m headed home to get set up for the sleepover. I’d wait for you to get your things but I’m just sooo cold. I’m sorry. Is that okay?” Kimmy, almost overeagerly, assured her that was fine and that she would walk down to Janet’s house in a few minutes.

While this was being discussed, Janet made her way abruptly to the ladder, unaware of the close proximity of Mr. Dave’s uncontrollably long erection, and climbed out of the pool. As she hastily dried off and put on her flip flops, Kimmy moved over to the ladder and climbed halfway up... not fully getting out of the pool, but feigning an effort.

Turning to leave, something caught Janet’s eye. She spun back around, and casually made her way back over to Kimmy and the ladder. As Janet leaned in, apparently wanting to whisper something to Kimmy, a lump formed in Kimmy’s throat, thinking Janet might know more than they thought. “Kimmy, fix your top, your BOOB is hanging out”, whispered Janet. Still shivering and turning to go, she turned back to Kimmy one last time with a disapproving stare and lectured “You really shouldn’t wear that bathing suit anymore.” After that, she scampered off the deck and out the backyard gate. With her back to the pool and eyes on the front yard, she added a cursory “Bye Mr. Dave!!” and vanished out the gate.

Dave had moved over to the ladder behind Kimmy, presumably to exit the pool as well, as Janet walked towards the gate. When the gate shut, he wasted no time and began massaging Kimmy’s back. Kimmy, still halfway up the ladder and shivering from the cool air, softened reflexively at his touch. Back still turned to Dave, she slowly melted her way down the ladder, relieved to feel his strong hands return to her body. Instead of turning around to face him, she sunk back into the standing spoon that was the familiar position of her sexual experiences thus far. Partly out of efficiency, since this was the quickest way to get close to him as she dismounted the ladder, but also out of nerves. It was easier to hop back into their prior intimacy than to turn around and look him in the eyes. Dave pulled her in tight, gliding his hands around her tight belly and guiding his lips and cheek against the side of her face from behind. Still completely turned on, with short breaths and a rapid heartbeat, Kimmy whispered “Can we keep doing that?”

They picked back up where they left off. Dave’s hand dived underneath her suit, rubbing her wet pussy. Kimmy’s top was once again out of place and she pressed the side of her face and neck into Dave’s mouth. With no third party to worry about, her breathing became louder, turning into low, but audible, moans. The tip of Dave’s middle finger began to slide into her slit, as Kimmy responded “Yaaasss Mr. Dave. Ungghh. Finger me.” Her moaning got louder as Dave gently guided his middle finger in and out at a slow and steady pace. The pressure and thickness of Mr. Dave’s finger exceed that of her own tiny hand, and felt so much better than her limited masturbation experiments. She bucked against his finger, alternating between soft and deep inhales, followed by increasingly louder moans and squeaks on exhales.

They may have been alone but were still outside in the open. Dave moved his freehand off of Kimmy’s tit and pressed it against her lips while offering a quiet “shhhh” into her ear. To his surprise, she opened her mouth and took in his finger, sucking it sensually. At the same time, she took her hand, still gripping the ladder tightly in response to the pleasure, and moved it behind her onto Dave’s body. She found the thick shaft of his cock through his shorts and began jerking. Dave kissed her cheek and they both adjusted their faces sideways, lips finally touching and kissing as best as possible in the awkward position with Dave behind her.

Dave pulled his hand out of Kimmy’s bottoms and spun her around by the hips. Still a bit nervous, but less shy than a few minutes ago, Kimmy eagerly followed his lead and turned around to finally face him. With her back up against the ladder, they made quick, intense eye contact before Dave leaned in for the incoming makeout session.

It was Kimmy’s first time really and truly kissing a boy. “...and he’s actually a MAN”, she thought. Dave was gentle and slowed down the extra touching. She wanted his hands back on her pussy, but Mr. Dave was such a gentlemen and focused on kissing her lips. Still, he playfully moved around his hands... grazing her cheek, rubbing her chest, massaging her back and butt... “this is a total a vibe, ” she thought contentedly, slightly smiling as she circled her tongue playfully around Mr. Dave’s. Emboldened, it was her turn to take things to the next level.

Kimmy tucked her skinny fingers inside the waistband of Dave’s shorts, easily finding her prize. Stroking Mr. Dave’s fat dad dick, she took her left hand off his shoulder and moved it underwater, tugging at his waistband. With a few determined tugs, she was able to yank his shorts down past his waist, freeing his cock as she continued jerking him with her long, skinny fingers. Dave reciprocated and pulled down Kimmy’s bottoms. Lifting up her knees and feet to assist, he stripped them off completely and laid them on the side of the deck before he resumed fingering her tight, virgin pussy. “Unnggg... Mr. Dave... I can’t believe we’re doing this, ” cooed Kimmy, devotedly.

Dave couldn’t tell what that meant. Was this going too far and Kimmy wanted a way out? If so, that would be a bummer, but completely fine with him. This was only hot if she was into it. “Do you want me to stop? We can.” he replied.

“No Mr. Dave!!! Please don’t stop. This is the best night EVER!!” pleaded Kimmy. This was all he needed to hear and he sped up his fingering in response, while gently pushing her body up against the ladder. Her cute little butt found a resting spot on a ladder rung underneath the water. She spread her legs wider, floating her feet out into the water around Dave’s waist. It felt good to be wanted by him, which built up her confidence and removed any lingering shyness of being naked with a boy for the first time. She trusted Dave and opened her legs as wide as possible for him, while pulling his dick in close to her torso.

Dave’s dick faced upward and was a tad higher than her opening. As Kimmy pulled him close, he began to glide his dick over her landing strip, running the head through her peach fuzz. Kimmy wrapped her left arm through the ladder railing and pushed her butt and legs off the rung. Her pelvis floated gracefully in the water, jutting out towards Dave as he supported her ass with his left hand, still fingering her with the right. Running on pure instinct, he removed his middle finger and started gliding his shaft over her pussy, now soaked internally from Dave’s efforts. Kimmy stiffened. It felt so intimate to have Mr. Dave’s cock touching her down there but, as his fat head started to glide over her inner lips, a moment of clarity shot through her mind. Sounding guilty and somewhat apologetic, she confessed “Mr. Dave, I’m a virgin.”

He took the hint and moved away a few inches. “I know, sweetie, It’s okay. We don’t need to do that.” Pulling her in close by the back of the neck, he kissed her reassuringly. Kimmy’s guard let down and she obeyed when Dave added “Sit up here for me.” He patted the ladder platform on the edge of the pool, intimating for her to sit on it. Climbing up the ladder while still facing Dave, he stopped her when she was halfway out of the pool with her chest near his face. “Aaahh yassss” was all she could muster, closing her eyes gently as he begin to suck on her hard nipples. Getting playful, she coyly asked “Are my boobies too small, Mr. Dave?”

“No, baby, they’re perfect, ” he reassured and she smiled, eyes now open widely. Kimmy played with his wet hair as Dave moved his mouth from tit to tit above the water while playing with her clit below the surface. “Oh yessss... keep sucking them... play with me.”

Her increased confidence and sexual forwardness was a pleasant surprise for Dave, and he finally had Kimmy figured out. She may have been conditioned to act shy and withdrawn in her conservative family, but her inner thrill seeker had been awakened.

After satisfactorily sucking those little tits that he’d been ogling from his window for months, he moved her petite body up and out of the water. Kimmy sat on the pool’s edge while those long, skinny legs and feet dangled in the water. Pulling her cute little butt towards him, Kimmy watched from above as Mr. Dave gently spread her thighs, put his mouth between her naked legs, and started licking her pussy.

“Oh my GOSH, Mr. Dave!” Kimmy exclaimed, a bit too loudly, “That feels soooo goooood.” As Dave settled in, Kimmy began rhythmically pumping her hips up and down. The feeling was overwhelming, her naked body completely exposed to the cool night air while Mr. Dave set fire to her hot pussy. With legs spread eagle, hands gripping the ladder railings, and using her tiny feet for leverage on the next rung down, Dave had to hold her down as she pushed her ass up in the air and lunged her pussy at his mouth. Dave alternately licked and sucked on her clit, creating audible suction noises with his mouth. “Uuuuhhhh, yessss, lick me Mr. Dave. Please don’t stop!!!.” Dave stuck his tongue into her tight hole as deep as he could manage. “Ohhhhh gaaa... mmm... fuuuuu”, Kimmy almost cursed. Dave pulled out his tongue and started fingering Kimmy while licking her clit at the same time. That did the trick. Kimmy tensed up and lifted her pelvis in the air. She was about to have her first orgasm. Dave held her gyrating waist as still as he could. She knew she was “totally shook” and loved having Mr. Dave “eat her out.” Something was happening though and, while she had never orgasmed before, she was pretty sure she was about to cum. Providing encouragement, she couldn’t believe her own ears when she murmured “That’s it, Mr Dave, don’t stop eating me. Lick my pussy.” Dave finished the job. Kimmy couldn’t fight back a high-pitched scream that echoed into the dark night as she came, clutching his hair as her thighs clenched around his head in gratification.

As she finished, Dave pulled his mouth away and chuckled, quietly admonishing Kimmy with a whispered “ssshhh” and she smiled back in embarrassment, realizing how loudly she just moaned. Her face and chest were rosy and blotched from the pleasure of her orgasm. She slunk back down into the pool, arms sliding over Dave’s chest, and kissed him intensely, almost lovingly, as she curiously tasted herself for the first time on his lips and tongue.

Grabbing his waistband again with both hands, she yanked his shorts further down to his knees. They drifted down to his feet at the bottom of the pool while Kimmy tenderly jerked his thick rod. Still making out and touching tongues, she massaged his balls with her left hand while sliding her right hand up and down on his cock. Dave loved it and was a bit taken back by her level of knowledge, but he quickly shrugged it off, correctly assessing that she must have learned it from watching porn. What a world.

Dave’s breathing intensified and he began to grunt lowly. Kimmy knew she must be doing an okay job. As Dave kissed her neck and played with her tits, she got bolder and told him “I want to make you cum too, Mr. Dave. Am I doing it right?”

“You’re perfect, baby. Don’t stop, ” Dave replied.

As Kimmy continued jerking Dave, she moved in close, allowing his cock head to touch her stomach. It turned her on every time his dick touched her body. Still stroking the shaft, she was gliding his head into her belly button, then up and down through her pussy hair, and finally all around her clit and between those puffy pussy lips. Feelings were escalating for both of them. It was the first night Kimmy had ever been REALLY horny and, for Dave, even with plenty of experience, the MOST he’d been turned on.

The yin and yang of innocence and naughtiness was almost too much to handle. Kimmy stood on her tippy toes and raised up one leg. She arched back and began moving the head of Dave's dick around her hole. Her lips began to part and make room for Dave’s thickness. “Ooh do you like that Mr. Dave? Does that feel good?” He could feel the tip getting lubricated by Kimmy’s juices. Earlier, she had given clear signs that she wasn’t ready to have sex, but that seemed to be changing. Still not fully sunken in, half of Dave’s head was making its way between her lips and peaking into the base of her hole. Kimmy lustfully looked him in the eyes and sweetly whispered, “Do you wanna put it in, Mr. Dave?”

He did and he didn’t. Her voice was so sexy. He felt his dick swell and fill up. “I do Kimmy, but fuck, you’re about to make me cum!”

Kimmy was actually relieved. Her hormones had completely hypnotized and betrayed her. She really didn’t want to lose her virginity tonight, especially in the family swimming pool while freezing to death.

“Oh please cum for me, Mr. Dave. All I really want is to make you feel good too.” She jerked him harder, with his cock head still grinding ever so slightly into her pussy. If Dave wasn’t careful, his dick was going to dive right into her anyway. “Cum for me, Mr. Dave. Puhlease!!! I want it. I want you to. Cum right on this pussy.” And hearing her talk dirty took care of the rest. After building up a massive load over the duration of the evening’s events, Dave groaned and erupted against the entrance of Kimmy’s little virgin hole.

For Kimmy, Dave’s cum tickled as it blasted the tight space between her pussy and his dick, with a small amount firing into the beginnings of her hole and the remainder dissipating into the dark pool water. To the teen, it was “epic”.

Before having a chance to catch their breath, voices could be heard from the front yard of the house. Their eyes widened, both realizing Janet and Kelly had come back looking for them. It was a good thing the two younger girls were loud, giving Kimmy and Dave just enough time to grab their swim suits and compose themselves. Kimmy flew up the ladder and wrapped herself in a towel, covering her top, which was still out of place and showing her bare breasts.

“KIMMY! Come on, let’s go!” the girls complained. “What’s taking so long?” Kimmy lied about having been inside and tidying up the house, having just come back outside looking for her sandals. The girls bought it, and Kimmy ran inside to throw together an overnight bag in record time. “Mr. Dave, you’re STILL in the pool???” asked Janet. “There was nothing else to do while waiting for Kimmy. She’s so slow at packing!” retorted Dave, blaming Kimmy. The girls agreed.

Kimmy came back out and, together, the three of them walked down the street with Dave following 30 feet behind. The girls walked past Dave’s front yard, moving toward’s Janet’s place two doors further down. Kimmy turned around clandestinely towards Dave, smiled, and then mimed a zipping of her lips. Dave zipped his lips back and blew a kiss. Kimmy patted her heart and turned to go, not pausing to look back again.

Both exhausted from the long buildup of adrenaline and its eventual hot-blooded release, Kimmy and Dave both fell asleep soon after in their separate locations. The two younger girls were pleasantly surprised and proud to outlast the older Kimmy at the sleepover, teasing her the next morning for falling asleep so early. Kimmy didn’t utter a word about the reason, keeping her “end of summer adventure” to herself. She felt so mature and wondered what she would do if she ever had another opportunity alone with Mr. Dave.

Dave woke up refreshed and marveled about the night before, playing back the satisfying details in his mind. Of all the taboo and morally onerous actions he had taken, just one did not sit right with him... I CUMMED IN MY NEIGHBOR’S POOL. What a dick move!

...and it was literally a DICK move! He chuckled at the irony.

Around 11 a.m., he looked out the window to see Kimmy’s mother walking up the street. She had returned from her overnight trip and was walking past his house to pick up Kimmy from Janet’s. But then she turned up his driveway towards his house, looking annoyed. Dave’s anxiety skyrocketed. What did she know? He reluctantly answered the door....

She was simply returning his sunglasses, which he had left on the poolside lounge chair. The annoyance was real but not related to Dave. Her sister’s labor had been a false alarm and she was tired after a long night and the extended driving. As she walked away, he got into spying position for when she’d return with Kimmy to walk home. After all he’d seen and done the night before, he still couldn’t wait to check her out when she walked down the street. “Would they ever have another moment to themselves?” Dave pondered.