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"I'm going over to the other side of the pool as if nothing has happened," Cindy said after she made me cum. "When you get yourself organized you can do me," she said, gliding away from me.
"Okay," I said, dutifully.
Dear Becky,
I did something tonight that I already regret. Telling you about it is the only way I can think of to make myself feel better about what I've done. Please forgive me.
I've told you about the Baldwin sisters. I've even sent pictures so you know what they look like. We were in the Baldwin pool tonight, Cindy and I at the deep end, Josh and Jeannie near the middle. The girls were wearing the skimpy bikinis that I had given them for their birthdays. As an eighteen-year-old senior, Cindy is taller than her sisters and just as well developed as Jessica. As the middle sister, Cindy possesses some of her older sister's better qualities. She's insightful, instinctive and sincere. But she's also borrowed from her younger sister. Like Jeannie, Cindy is bold, fun and cute. She had just stuck her hand inside my swimming trunks, made me cum and told me to do her.
I looked around and took my time, rearranging my cock and adjusting my swimsuit. Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin were talking quietly. Josh and Jeannie were treading water and whispering. If I wasn't mistaken something was going on under the water. Cindy was watching me from the other side of the pool. I pushed off and swam around the perimeter of the pool, under the diving board and along the other side until I bumped into her.
"You took your sweet time," she said in her best sulky voice.
"We're right in their line of sight," I said.
"That's what makes it fun," she said, placing her palm flat against my chest.
I watched the top half of her breasts float on top of the water and wished her parents would go inside so I could remove her top and suck on her nipples. It would make what I was about to do much easier. "You call that fun? Getting off right under your parent's noses?"
"Touch me. They won't be able to see anything.
"Let's go under the diving board," I suggested.
"They'll know something's up if we're out of their sight."
"They're going to know something's up if we do it here," I said.
"Are you going to do it or not? Don't chicken out now. You promised you would do me."
"I'm not chickening out. All I was saying was that it would be a lot easier if I could kiss you and stuff."
"Touch me, damn it!"
I splashed around it the water, reached out with my right hand and felt the cheek of her ass for a second before splashing some more. I ran my hand up her thigh to her crotch and back down, splashing around some more. The next time I touched her crotch I felt her bare pussy and knew that she was holding the material of her suit to the side. Cindy moaned softly as my middle finger penetrated her pussy. I withdrew my hand and splashed water.
"It's going to take forever if you do it that way," Cindy complained. I looked around and saw that Mr. Baldwin was looking directly at me.
"Lower your bottom," I whispered and watched as she wiggled around and pushed the bikini bottom down.
I moved in behind her, put one hand on her tummy and the other one between her legs. "Scream and act like I'm tickling you," I said as my finger penetrated the lips of her pussy and felt the sticky substance inside. "Stop that, Sammy," Cindy shouted. We were both splashing water and I had trouble holding on to her tummy and keep my finger buried in her pussy at the same time.
"Do that, do that!" She whispered as my thumb touched her clit. "Stop it, Sammy," she screamed.
"Does it feel good?" I whispered as I replaced one finger with three. I kicked and splashed more water with my left hand.
"Yes, do that!" She whispered and then screamed again as my fingers sawed into her slit.
Mr. Baldwin was watching me closely. "If he gets up I'll have to let go of you," I warned Cindy.
"Don't let go," she whispered. "DON'T!" She shouted. "Don't stop," she whispered. Mr. Baldwin was getting to his feet. I pushed Cindy under water and swam to the other side of the pool. Mrs. Baldwin was on her feet too.
"Time to go inside, girls," Mr. Baldwin said, meaning it was time for Josh and me to leave.
"Dad," Jeannie howled and Cindy joined in with her own appeal to stay in the water for a few more minutes. Mrs. Baldwin was already gone and her husband followed, telling us he would give us fifteen minutes.
"Stop wasting time. You have fifteen minutes," Cindy said when I joined her. Josh and Jeannie were on the other side of the pool, not paying any attention to what we were doing. Cindy put the bottom to her suit on the side of the pool and turned to me. "Want to take the top off too?" She asked. I told her no because Jeannie might see us. She laughed, saying that Jeannie had already pulled her top off.
I kissed her and played with her boobs. I felt her tummy and her ass before going back to her pussy. "You're getting hard again," she observed.
Becky, I came close to shedding my swim trunks and fucking her right there in the pool but I didn't. I thought of you and concentrated on what I had to do to bring her off. Cindy shouted my name and I thought we would see Mr. Baldwin again but he must not have heard her. She put her bottoms back on and told Jeannie it was time to go inside. "Thank you, Sammy Oldham," she said as we kissed goodnight.
I'm telling you about this to ease my conscience, Becky. Please don't be angry at me but I won't blame you if you are. We're going to the movies tomorrow night. We will probably hold hands and I will kiss her goodnight but that is all that will happen. I swear that is all that will happen.
Please write and say that you forgive me,
Sammy
I wrote 'Becky' on the envelope, sealed it and placed the letter in front of her picture on my desk, wondering why I didn't feel better about myself.
Josh helped me tend to the park on Saturday morning and we hung around the tennis courts, waiting for the Baldwin sisters to arrive. As soon as I spotted Cindy I could tell that she wasn't dressed for tennis. She wore very short shorts, a halter-top and sandals. "Have you seen Peter?" I asked Cindy as she took a seat next to me on the bench.
She looked down at her bare legs, found something of interest and looked at me. "You pinched me," she said, accusingly.
"No, I didn't," I said, wondering if I had really made the red mark on her inner thigh while we were in the pool the night before.
"You'll have to kiss it to make it better," she said, her voice sounding suggestive.
"Not out here in public," I protested, thinking that she might be serious about me kissing her thigh. The mark was midway between her knee and crotch. I was fairly sure that I had not caused the mark but we had splashed around it the water with abandon so I couldn't be certain.
"No, not in public," she said, looking past me to the cottages.
"I'm not taking the blame for something that I didn't do," I said, pretending to be embarrassed.
"You know you did it and I think you should admit you're mistake and do what's right," she said, teasingly.
"What's right?" I asked.
"You know. Do I have to spell it out for you?"
It was a beautiful day but the air felt still and heavy, very heavy. I was having trouble breathing. I looked at the red mark on Cindy's thigh and thought of Becky. I looked at the people on the courts and had no interest in playing. I looked at Cindy's face and saw Becky. I looked down and the red mark was still there.
"Meet me at the bandstand in five minutes," I said and took off running toward the house without waiting for an answer. Five minutes was not enough time to make it to the house, run upstairs to my room, grab a few condoms out of my desk drawer, run back downstairs to the pantry, grab a key to one of the cottages and make it back to the bandstand where Cindy would be waiting for me, not enough time at all. But if I tried to do all those things in five minutes I wouldn't have time to look at Becky's picture on my desk. And that was the point; not looking into Becky's smiling eyes.
Betsy gave me a frightful look as I dashed through the kitchen, into the pantry and back through the kitchen. "What's gotten into you, Mr. Sammy?" She asked as I ran through past her. I looked back and smiled. "It's not what's gotten into me," I said, thinking about what I was going to get into.
Cindy was wearing shorts and a halter-top, not dressed for tennis at all. My cock was bulging in my shorts when I ran up to her, looked around the park to see if anyone was looking before I leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"You naughty boy. You're really up for this, aren't you?" She asked, teasingly. I took her by the hand.
"I'm not only up for it. I'm up for you," I said as we walked briskly toward the cottages. I had to look at the key to see which one I had taken. It read Number three. I couldn't remember if I had ever used number three before but it didn't matter. In my state of mind I could have done it in the middle of the bandstand.
We looked around the room and saw the doors to the bathroom and both bedrooms were open. I pushed Cindy down on the couch and she looked up at me, a bemused look on her face, like she knew she was going to get what she asked for and more. I knew I was playing into her hand but I didn't care. If she thought she had tricked me she was wrong. I was going to make her wish she had dressed for tennis. She watched as I leaned down and deposited a kiss on her thigh.
Cindy continued to watch as I paid more attention to the red mark until she realized I was teasing her and then she opened her legs and pushed her ass down to the edge of the couch so my kisses would fall just below the material of her shorts. I moved my lips back to the mark and started over.
"Can't you... you can... move up."
I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her. "You told me to kiss it and make it better," I said, returning my attention to the mark.
"It's higher," she said.
I stopped again and looked up. "What do you mean? Isn't this it?"
"No," she said and I watched as she rolled her eyes. "It's higher."
I inspected her thigh and looked back at her. "I don't see it," I said.
"It must be hidden. You'll have to take my shorts off to find it," she said, studying me to see if I believed her.
"It's higher?"
She nodded her head. "Uh huh," she grunted, rolling her eyes again.
"Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure," she said.
"If you're sure it's higher up I'll have to take your shorts off to find it."
"I guess that's what you'll have to do," she said, her voice a soft whisper now.
I unbuttoned her shorts and she raised her ass so I could pull them down. I inspected her thigh. "I don't see it," I said.
"Its right here," she said, pointing to a spot next to her panty leg-band. I kissed where she pointed and took a whiff of her sex. The aroma was overpowering.
"Does that feel better?" I asked, looking up at her.
She nodded. "Yes, but it must be higher."
"Maybe it's under your panties," I suggested.
"I think it may be," she agreed with me.
"That would mean that we would need to take your panties off to find it," I said, trying to sound casual. My cock was straining to get out of its confinement and my heart was beating wildly.
"I guess that's what you'll have to do," she said, sounding resigned to the fate. She raised her ass to accommodate me even before I made a move to remove her panties. They came down easily, over her hips and down her legs until I slipped them over her ankles.
"There, now where is it?" I asked, looking directly at her inflamed pussy. It was open and the lips were glistening with moisture.
She pointed directly at the opening. "Kiss it and make it feel good," she said her voice a low whisper.
"Maybe it would help if you removed your top," I said, not having the faintest idea why. Her hands moved swiftly to the ribbon at her back and flung her top to the side, proudly displaying a perfect pair of breasts.
Satisfied, I kissed the spot she had pointed to, once, twice and then looked up. "Did that make it feel better?"
Cindy's eyes flew open in alarm. "It feels... more... do it more." Her voice was pleading now. I stopped fooling around and dived in, tonguing her slit, drinking her juices and teasing her clit. She bucked and held my head in place. "More... do it more... ," she murmured continuously as she thrust her midsection upward, offering her cunt to me. "Ac... Ac... Ac," she said as she released her hold on my head.
Her breathing was ragged and her arms were limp but she found the strength to pull me up to sit beside her. My face was covered with juices and I would have liked to wash it off but from the way she held onto to me I knew I couldn't leave her.
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