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| A1 - All Planned out | A2 - Be careful what you plan for |
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| A1 - All Planned out | A2 - Be careful what you plan for |
I first met Allison when her room-mate Anna and I started working together on a project for chemistry class in our junior year of college. Both women had great personalities and both were really cute, and the fact that I was strongly attracted to each of them made things a little awkward at first. However, within a couple weeks it worked out that Anna and I were developing a platonic friendship, which actually made it easier to work together on our project, whereas Allison and I had some chemistry of a different kind going. We had lunch and studied in the library together, but we also started having 'real' dates.
For our third such date, I had invited her to an on-campus theatre production. I met her at the apartment she shared with Anna, which although technically off-campus was actually quite close, and we walked to the auditorium. She had on jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, which looked great on her but were rather warm for such a hot June evening, and I wore shorts and a polo shirt. We held hands through the whole play, and when I stroked her arms and her head she leaned on my shoulder, so by the end of the show I was feeling pretty good. We stopped at the Student Union for some ice cream, and then she suggested that we go back to her apartment. I was very interested in her, so of course I accepted, wanting to encourage such an obvious and promising sign of the feelings being mutual.
As we entered the apartment, I asked where her room-mate was.
"Oh, Anna's in Phoenix for a track meet," Allison replied. "She won't be back until Sunday night."
In this context her invitation was even more promising, I thought, and I took her in my arms to give her a slow, lingering kiss. She returned my affections without any hesitation, and we just stood nestled in each other's arms for a moment.
"It's getting pretty hot in here," she said. "Why don't I turn on the air conditioning?"
"I'd noticed the temperature rising, too", I answered, smiling, "but I find it quite pleasant, and I get the distinct impression that you do too. Let's just leave the air conditioning off and enjoy getting hot together."
"Ok, Kevin," she told me, her eyes twinkling, "I can take the heat if you can. But if it gets to be too much for you, let me know. There's a nice pool here and we could go for a swim. You could just wear your shorts."
"That would be nice later," I answered. "But right now I rather like things hot."
"Yes, me too, but I would like to change into something more comfortable."
"As long as you choose something at least as sexy as what you have on now," I replied. She chuckled and started walking toward her bedroom.
"I'll see what I can do."
"What will your criteria be for deciding what's sexy?" I asked.
She stopped and turned to me. "I thought the general rule with guys was: The less covered, the better."
"Not necessarily," I corrected her. "Jeans look very nice on an attractive woman like you, and - just as an example - at least a little clothing is nearly always more tantalizing than complete nudity."
She looked mildly surprised, and thought about it for a minute. "Ok, then you'd better give me some specific hints." She went into the bedroom and brought back a couple items from her dresser. "Here are a one-piece swimsuit and a bikini." She held them up for me to see. "If I changed into one of them now, would you find that sexy?"
"Yes I would, but just leave them on the coffee table for now, because I can think of something else even better."
She raised her eyebrows, set down the bathing suits, and waited expectantly.
"When I was over here a couple weeks ago," I continued, "you were wearing a very pretty short-sleeved white gauze shirt and a pair of white track shorts. You looked great, and I'd love to see you wear them again now."
"Really?" she asked. "You'd prefer that even to a bikini?"
I nodded enthusiastically.
"Ok, I think I can find those." She disappeared into the bedroom and soon reappeared in exactly the outfit I'd described. "This top is so thin I don't usually wear it in public," she said, "but it's ok around the apartment, and it is very comfortable."
"And it definitely meets the 'sexy' criteria as well," I assured her.
Allison was slim, about 5 foot 6, with shoulder-length auburn hair. I could easily discern her white bra through the gauze top, and although her running shorts were more opaque, they did show off her very attractive legs quite nicely. Her feet were now bare, so I removed my shoes and socks as well, and we both sat down on the couch and began to snuggle. After a while snuggling became necking, and eventually we moved up to some tentative petting. As I lightly touched her breasts for the first time, I was delighted to find that she accepted this advance by kissing me even more. Between the warmth of the still summer air and the heat we were generating ourselves, we both began to perspire.
"You were right," she told me. "It is fun to get hot together like this." Then she added, "But remember, anytime the heat gets too much for you, we can go for that swim. It will only take me a minute to put on one of those bathing suits."
"I'm handling the heat just fine, thank you, but I've been thinking that when we do swim, you'll need to get the chlorine out of your hair. Would you like me to wash your hair for you afterwards?"
"That would be positively decadent. I'd love it."
"Then it's a deal. You'll get one hair-wash from me tonight." We kissed again, then I asked, "I would like some water now, but not a whole pool-full yet. Could you show me where you keep your drinking glasses?" We both got up and I followed her into the kitchen, where she took down two large glasses from the cabinet.
"I could use some water, too," she said, and began to fill them at the sink. I stood close behind her, put my arms around her stomach, and nuzzled her neck. She leaned her head back into me as she continued filling. When the first glass was full she put it on the counter, but before she set the second one in the sink I reached under the tap and wet my hand thoroughly. Then as the other glass filled, I touched the nape of her neck lightly with one wet finger, leaving tiny little beads of cool moisture on her skin.
"Oh, that feels good," she responded, and leaned her head forward, inviting more of the same. I continued the gentle stroking with my other fingers, one at a time, then laid my whole palm on the back of her neck. The second glass filled and began to overflow, but Allison had closed her eyes and didn't notice. I wet my hand again and repeated the touch with my whole palm, then slid my hand around to cool the front of her neck as well. She sighed, turned to face me, and said "that's nice." Then she gave me a slow kiss, touched my lips with her tongue, closed her eyes, and snuggled her head into my chest.
"Does it feel refreshing?" I asked, running a wet hand over the back of her neck again.
"Yes, it does."
"How about sensuous?"
She opened her eyes and looked up at me, smiling. "Yes, that too," she said, then put her head back on my chest. The water was still running, so I put my hand under the tap again, this time cupping it slightly to hold a bit of water, and splashed it on the back of her neck. She gasped a little, and squeezed me. "Do you like sensuous?" I asked, sliding my dry hand down to her buttocks and beginning to slowly massage them. She took a deep breath.
"With the right person I do." She paused, then added, "I like it with you."
"Then I'll keep doing this,"
I replied, giving her another little splash, "so long as you don't mind the top of your shirt getting a bit damp."
"Don't worry, a little water won't hurt it." I reached back into the sink, this time cupping my hand to hold as much water as possible, and dumped it onto the same spot on her neck. A small part of the top of her gauze shirt went completely transparent where the water soaked into it. Seeing that wonderful transformation, and given that she hadn't objected in the slightest so far, I couldn't resist temptation any longer. Picking up the full glass on the counter, I began to slowly pour the contents onto her neck.
After a couple seconds Allison squealed and cried out, "that's more than just a bit damp," but instead of pulling away she held me even tighter.
As I continued to pour, moving from side to side to get more complete coverage, the water ran over the straps of her bra and all the way down to her waist, saturating the whole back of her shirt and making the gauze fabric go totally see-through. Still I continued, and my other hand, still on her buttocks, felt the back of her shorts become quite soggy as the water ran down into them as well. By the time the glass was empty, there were little rivulets escaping from the bottom of her shorts and making their way down her legs to the floor. "How does that feel?" I asked her.
"It feels like I might as well go jump in the pool just like this," she answered, laughing. "I wouldn't even need to change."
"That sounds like a great idea," I said. "Let's go."
"You've got to be kidding," she retorted, "half the apartments in this complex overlook that pool. I already told you I don't wear this top in public, so I'm certainly not going to swim in it where everybody can see me. Just think of how I'd look if I did!"
"Oh, I am, I am," I said with a grin. "I've got a pretty good idea already, and what I see so far looks heavenly to me."
"You're a dirty old man," she grinned back. She pushed playfully away from me, then reached around to her back and felt her clothes. "You even got my bra and underpants all wet."
"No, only the backs of them," I replied, "but that can be remedied. There's still another glass of water left for the front."
We both froze for an instant, then she turned to run away just as I reached out and grabbed her. Catching her from behind, I pulled her, laughing, over to the sink. Picking up the other glass, I told her, "You might as well relax and enjoy this."
She squirmed futilely for a moment, then said, "Oh, what the heck, everything's wet anyway." Throwing her arms open and leaning her head back, she said "Go ahead, I'm ready."
I did, pouring the second glass onto the front of her neck. From there the cool water immediately flowed down over her breasts, soaking the cups of her bra, and then ran into the front of her shorts.
"That does feel nice on a hot night," she said, "but if I'd known I was going to get this wet, I would have put on one of those swimsuits."
"But I'm very glad you didn't," I replied. "I think wet clinging clothes can be much sexier than a swimsuit on a woman, and that's certainly true in this case."
She turned to face me again and put her arms around me. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you planned things this way."
"I did. This is exactly what I had in mind when I asked you to wear those clothes. And I must say, I'm not the least bit disappointed in how you look in them."
"I'm going to have to watch you carefully," she said, and gave me a kiss. "You're even friskier than I thought."
"Speaking of frisky," I replied, "I'd be happy to give you that hair-wash I promised you. If we do it now, you won't even have to change first."
"I think you had this all planned out, too," she said, as she took my hand and led me into the bathroom. I adjusted the water temperature while she got the shampoo ready, then we both stepped into the shower. The water immediately drenched the few remaining dry spots of her gauze shirt, making it just about disappear, and as her shorts got thoroughly soaked they became translucent and revealed the outline of her white panties underneath. That was pretty distracting, but I managed to squeeze out some shampoo without dropping it, and lathered up her hair. I spent ten or fifteen minutes massaging her scalp, rinsing, putting in conditioner, and so on. The way the suds kept running down her clothes was driving me crazy, but I just concentrated on pleasuring her for a while.
She was clearly enjoying the whole thing, and when her hair was done, she gave me quite a show pirouetting under the shower to rinse all the remaining soap off her clothes. Then she embraced and kissed me.
"That shirt looks wonderful on you wet, but it isn't hiding much anymore," I said. "Why don't we take it off?"
Her reply was to peel off my shirt, which I hadn't gotten around to removing yet. I reciprocated by unbuttoning her gauze and peeling it off of her, then removed her shorts as well. My hands wandered all over her, especially her wet bra and panties, until she stopped me long enough to remove my shorts.
"Those wet underpants don't hide much, either," she observed, and removed my briefs as well. "You're making me incredibly hot, Allison," I said impatiently, "and I want you so badly." "I can see that, and I'm just as hot for you," she replied. "Don't make me wait." Her underwear didn't stay on much longer, and we both got what we wanted that night.
Allison and I continued to see each other regularly during the three weeks after our little escapade in the shower together. We actually did swim in the pool at her apartment a couple of times, but it was always crowded, and we both wore normal swimwear. That was ok, because she was very attractive no matter what she wore, and with so many people present we really couldn't fool around too much anyway. Her room-mate Anna joined us in the pool the second time, and she was also very sexy, but I'd already made my choice and kept things platonic with her. Now the semester was over, and it would be two more weeks before summer term started. Allison and I already had a date set up for the second night after classes ended, and since nothing else was really going on, we were just going to see a movie in town.
I phoned her that morning to verify the time when I'd pick her up, and while we were chatting I made a point of mentioning the temperature. "The weather report says it's going to stay hot all night. Shall we plan on going for a swim at your place after the movie?"
"Sure, that's a good idea," she replied. "Most of the renters at our apartment complex are students, and Anna and I seem to be the only ones who didn't go home for term break, so the place is pretty deserted. We'll probably have the pool to ourselves."
"Being alone in the pool with you sounds promising," I told her. "I can only think of one thing that would make it even better."
"What's that?" she asked.
"Let me choose what you wear."
"Ok, that's easy enough," she laughed. "You've already seen me in both my swimsuits. Would you prefer the bikini, or the one-piece?"
"Actually, I was thinking of a third option."
There was silence for a moment, then she said firmly, "Oh no, no way. We won't have enough privacy out there to skinny-dip."
"That wasn't what I was thinking," I told her. "Do you remember a couple weeks ago, that first shower we took together?"
"Of course I do. I have very nice memories of that evening."
"So do I. You looked so sexy in your clinging shorts and top, it just about drove me crazy."
"Yes, I remember that," she said. "It was pretty obvious that seeing my clothes get soaked really turned you on."
"It did, big time, and I was hoping that for our swim tonight, you would wear something other than a bathing suit again."
There was a short pause. "You mean, wear regular clothes into the pool, and get all wet in them on purpose?"
"Exactly," I replied. "You'd look really sexy that way."
I waited while she thought about it. "I suppose I could do that for you," she finally responded, then added playfully, "But you'll have to talk me into it. How convincing can you be?"
I took the direct approach. "Grant me this wish, and I'll be your love-slave."
"Wow, that's pretty convincing," she said. "I've always wanted one of those. Ok, what would you like to see me in? I've got running shorts, walking shorts, hot pants, colored T-shirts, halter tops, and short-sleeved shirts. As long as you choose things that won't be damaged by the water and won't be indecent when they're wet, I suppose I'm game.
I took a deep breath. "How about a dress? I think that would make you positively irresistible."
"A dress?" She sounded surprised. "I don't know. There are still a few people around the complex, and I'm afraid I might look kind of weird wearing a dress into the pool."
"If you have something short and skimpy, it might pass for a swim-dress from a distance," I suggested. "Besides, what do you care what people think? They can't very well have you arrested for 'decent exposure.' And I promise you, you'll make me so happy, I'll just be driven to find some way to show you my gratitude. You didn't feel too neglected the last time you got your clothes wet with me, did you?"
She giggled. "No, not at all. You were very ... attentive. All right, a dress it will be. I'll pick one out before you come over, and it will be all ready to change into the minute we get back from the movie."
"No, let me help you pick it out. I'll get there a little early so we'll have time. And wear underwear and a slip with it. I like slips; they're very feminine."
"You're not afraid to ask for what you want, are you?"
"No. I used to be, but I never got what I wanted until I stopped being afraid to ask for it."
"Good, I like that attitude. But now it's my turn to ask for what I want." She thought for a moment. "Since I don't get to wear a swimsuit in the pool, neither do you. I'm going to leave my clothes on for our swim, but you're going to take yours off. I don't want the police hauling you away if anybody sees us, so you can leave your underpants on, but that's all."
"Is there anything else?" I asked, my heart pounding.
"Yes. Wear boxers."
"I've always worn briefs," I said.
"Tonight you'll wear boxers. Thin white ones. For me. I'll see you here this evening. Don't be late." There was a click as she hung up.
Needless to say, I immediately ran out and bought some boxers. Thin white ones, of course. It took a couple hours to find them, and I normally hate shopping, but this trip I didn't mind at all.
That evening I showed up at the girls' apartment 15 minutes early, and Allison was waiting for me. "I hope you're wearing what you're supposed to be," she whispered in my ear. I nodded and grinned. "Good, let's go see what we can find in my closet for me."
We went into her bedroom, and I sat down on her bed. I had noticed the rather large size before, but had never commented on it. "Is this a king-size bed?" I asked her.
"Yes, it is. I know it's unusual for a single person to have one, but I like being able to really sprawl out. It's a minor luxury, and it's not that much more expensive than a small bed. Life is too short to defer everything nice until after graduation."
Then she opened up her closet and began to shuffle through the clothes on her rack, stopping each time she came to a dress. The first one was a white summer dress, which I liked, but she vetoed it as too thin and revealing. The next one we agreed wouldn't look much different wet than dry, and I explained how that defeated the whole point. The third was dry-clean only, which broke the no-damage rule.
Finally she came to a plain, dark blue dress with a simple, flattering cut. "Here's one that's washable," she said, checking the tag and the fabric. "This material is fairly heavy, so it should stay sufficiently modest even if it gets wet." She held it out and looked it over. It had a pleated skirt with a hemline a couple inches above the knees, a white fabric belt at the waistline, white buttons up the front leading to a white V-neck collar, a high rounded neckline in back, and short sleeves. "It doesn't look anything like a swim-dress, though. If I wear this, it will be obvious to anyone that I've jumped in the pool with my clothes on." She pondered that point for a moment. "I guess that's ok, I'm feeling daring tonight. What do you think, will this one do?"
"It's perfect," I told her. "Now pick out your underwear and a slip, and you'll be all set."
She laid the dress out on the bed, removed a black nylon bra and panties from a drawer, and laid them beside the dress. Then she rummaged around in her bureau until she found a black slip, which she laid with the other clothes. "Is that everything?" she asked. I stood up and nodded affirmatively. She walked over and kissed me, and said, "I'll put those on as soon as we get back."
"Better yet, do it now," I instructed her. "Wear them to the movie. That way you won't need to change when we get back, and seeing you all dressed for our swim for a couple hours beforehand will drive me wild with anticipation." Without waiting for an answer I walked back to the living room, closing the bedroom door behind me. She changed quickly and emerged from the bedroom in the blue dress. I pulled her close and gave her a long, passionate kiss. "I love what you do for me," I told her. "You look fantastic."
She thanked me with a squeeze on my butt. "I'm all ready, let's go."
We were in plenty of time for us to catch the beginning of the movie, but I was so distracted that I don't even remember what it was about. I couldn't keep my hands off her, and kept running my fingers along her arms, over the tops of her legs, across her neck and face, and through her hair. She did nothing to discourage me, and in fact returned the caressing with some kisses added for good measure. When the movie ended, we returned directly to her apartment.
"I have to go 'powder my nose,'" she said. "When I come back I want you stripped down to your white boxers." I was half-undressed before she got the bathroom door closed, and by the time she returned everything but my underpants was folded neatly in a stack next to the sofa. I was very visibly aroused just thinking about what was to come, and she looked at my shorts and smiled. "Is that a tent you're erecting or are you just happy to see me?" she kidded, then came over and kissed me. As we stood necking, I rubbed her legs with my bare feet. She kicked off her shoes and did the same to mine, then said, "Come on, let's go out to the pool."
As she had predicted, there was no one else there. We walked over to the shallow end, and I walked down the first couple steps. I was so strongly aroused that a damp spot had formed on the front of my shorts, and Allison noticed it and smiled at me. "You might as well go all the way in," she said. "Your shorts are already getting wet anyway." I waded in until I was waist-deep, ducked under water, then stood up again. "Don't hide from me," she insisted, "get back here where I can see you." When I returned to knee-deep water, it was clear why she had specified thin white boxers. Not only did they become transparent, they also clung tightly to every aspect of my form. "Not bad," she commented approvingly. "Not bad at all."
"Thank you," I said, sitting down on the third step, submerged to my neck. "Now it's your turn. Get in here and join me."
"I don't know," she teased, dipping a hand briefly into the water. "The temperature's perfect, but I'm still all dressed up for our date and I don't seem to have a bathing suit with me. Perhaps I'll just stick my feet in." She stood on the first step, and cooed, "This water feels really nice." After a moment she added, "Maybe I'll go in just a little further," and proceeded to the second step, where the water was just below her knees.
"Don't stop there," I demanded. "Go deeper."
She advanced to the third step, and the water rose over her hemline. "Oh look," she said coyly, retreating back to the second step, "my dress got wet." The bottom few inches of her pleats had turned very dark blue, and the thick material had absorbed so much so quickly that water was now streaming off it.
"I am looking, and I like what I see." My breathing was definitely getting heavier.
She gave me a come-hither look and said, "There's lots more where that came from." She bent her knees and dipped her backside into the water, then stood up again right next to me. "I seem to keep getting wetter," she told me, feeling the wet material with her hands. Sopping fabric clung to her butt inches from my face, and I reached up and began to massage her there. She lowered herself until the water reached her waist, and stood again. "Now I think my panties are all drenched," she said, stating the obvious.
"But your bra is still dry," I told her. "Sit down in my lap and soak that, too." She lowered herself again, this time into my lap, and the water rose over her breasts. I couldn't restrain myself, and for several minutes we kissed passionately and caressed each other everywhere we could reach.
Finally Allison broke the silence. "You really like this, don't you, seeing me get soaking wet with all my clothes on?" There wasn't much doubt in her voice.
"It's exactly what I like, Allison. It's sensual, and it's erotic, and I can't tell you how much I'm enjoying this. How can you be so good at pleasing me?"
"I guess when you're good, you're good," she replied jokingly.
I pulled her close and whispered in her ear, "And when you're bad, you're very good."
"I do feel wicked tonight," she confided.
"You are wicked," I assured her.
She gave me an odd look and replied, "You don't know how true that is."
On hearing that, my excitement increased even more. "Really? Am I going to find out?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact you are going to find out."
"When?"
"Soon. Very soon. But I want to swim a little first." With that, she slid out of my lap and swam to the deep end.
I followed and caught up with her next to the ladder. She looked around and said, "I'm going to try diving off the board. It doesn't look like there's anybody around to see me." She climbed up the ladder, and you can imagine what she looked like: her whole dress clinging to all her curves, the blue color darkened to a deep, shining navy, and water pouring off her as she walked to the diving board. I just stayed in the pool and watched, entranced. She did a nice dive, and after she surfaced we both swam back to where we could keep our feet on the bottom. For five or ten minutes we just stood there necking and petting. We were technically in public, so I really couldn't remove Allison's dress, but I slipped my hands inside it at every opportunity, and her hands weren't exactly idle, either.
We were still there, and I was leaning back against the side of the pool with Allison in my arms, when she suddenly surprised me by waving and calling out "Hey, Anna! We're over here."
I looked back over my shoulder and sure enough, Anna, in shorts and a colored T-shirt, was now detouring toward the shallow end of the pool, carrying a bag of groceries. She was also about 5 foot 6, every bit as attractive as Allison actually, with a medium build and short blond hair. "Hi, guys. How's the water?" she asked as she approached.
"Oh, it's wonderful," replied Allison, sliding into a back-float and drifting into the center of the pool.
Anna got her first good look at her and laughed.
"What's so funny?" asked Allison innocently.
"Oh, nothing," answered Anna good-naturedly. "It just looks unusual to see you wearing a dress."
"I wear dresses all the time. I wore this one to the movies tonight."
Anna laughed again. "Yes, and I see now you're wearing it for a swim as well. You must have been in a big rush to get into the pool if you didn't even stop to change."
Allison and I both swam over to the edge of the shallow end, where Anna was, and stood up. It was only knee-deep there, so Allison's entire blue dress was exposed, and the sight of all the sopping, glistening, heavy fabric clinging to her gave me another obvious erection. "Tonight is such a scorcher," she said, "and the water looked so tempting, I couldn't resist."
"Maybe," responded Anna dubiously, "or maybe there was somebody in the water who looked tempting, and that's what you couldn't resist."
"Well, there was that, too," Allison acknowledged. "Kevin got in the pool first, and he looked like such a hunk standing there in his wet underwear, I couldn't keep away from him." Both women looked directly at me and giggled, and I flushed a little, conscious of what my meager attire was revealing. "I suppose I could have put on my bathing suit," Allison continued, "but it was all the way back in the apartment, and I was in kind of a hurry."
Anna appeared rather bemused. "So you decided to save time by just wearing what you had on instead."
"Right. Of course that meant my dress and underwear got all soaked, but it's so hot tonight I really don't mind. Besides, it's fun to be different and go for a swim like this, and now that I'm all wet, the water feels so good that I'm glad I did it. You ought to try it, too."
Anna hesitated. "It does sound like fun, but you two are having a date. I shouldn't butt in."
"Nonsense," Allison told her, "We're all friends here. You don't even need to bother with a swimsuit; neither of us is wearing one. Just kick off your shoes and come on in."
Anna stood thoughtfully for a moment, evidently considering Allison's suggestion. I didn't understand why Allison was trying to talk her into it, but my heart pounded at the thought she might actually do it. "Ok," Anna finally decided, "the heat is unbearable tonight, so I will join you in the pool, but I want to change first. I need to go back to the apartment anyway to put this ice cream in the freezer before it melts." Then she looked directly into my eyes, gave me an inscrutable smile, and told me, "Watch your step. Females of the species can be very determined when they're out to catch a male, and you're being pursued tonight."
"What do you mean?" I replied, caught off guard.
"Oh, come on Kevin," she chided me, "it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure this one out. When there's a cute guy in the water, and a woman jumps in next to him with all her clothes on, it's a lead-pipe-cinch she wants to make him hot for her." We both looked at Allison, who just silently rolled her eyes and looked away, feigning innocence. "And you'd better be careful, because in this case I'd say it's working."
"You think so, do you?" I replied, trying to re-assert some control of the conversation.
"I know so. Pinochio told me," she said, glancing between my legs. Both of the girls snickered, and I blushed and sat down on the first step to hide my telltale informer under water.
"You don't need to be embarrassed," said Anna sympathetically. "Physical attraction is perfectly normal and healthy, Allison is obviously taking it as a compliment, and I certainly don't mind seeing a virile male." Then she added facetiously, "Just don't let her take advantage of you too badly before I get back to protect you. I'll only be a few minutes." With this she headed off for their apartment with the bag of groceries.
Allison sat down in the water next to me on my right, and after Anna was out of earshot I told her, "You surprised me. I thought you'd be self-conscious to be seen swimming in your clothes, but you were more at ease than I was."
"Anna and I are very close," she explained. "We don't have many secrets, and we're always supportive of each other. There's a lot of trust between us, which is why we can tease each other like that." She kissed me, then said, "I want to have a close, trusting relationship with you, too."
Well, that led to a whole lot more kissing, but before long Anna returned.
To my great surprise, she was wearing a very attractive summer dress. It was white with a very light pastel floral print, sleeveless, and cut rather short with a scoop neckline. The material was so lightweight and airy, I could easily discern a smooth white satin slip under it as she kicked off her sandals and sat down on the edge of the pool near us. She looked at me and asked, "Kevin, you look puzzled. What's wrong?"
I was puzzled. "I, I thought you were going to go change," I stammered.
"I did, silly. I took off my other clothes and put this on. I wanted to wear something pretty. Do you like it?"
"Uh, yes I do, it's quite flattering on you, but I thought you were going to join us in the pool."
"I am. That's why I wanted to change." She shot Allison a knowing glance, then gave me a condescending look, like she was explaining something simple to a child. "Allison wore a dress into the pool tonight and certainly seems to be enjoying herself. In fact, she even said it felt so good to get completely soaked that way that I ought to try it too, so I thought maybe I would. We should all keep an open mind and be willing to try new things, right?" And without further ado, she slid from the edge of the pool to the first step, sitting down just to my left, and instantly drenching herself from the waist down. "So far so good," she said. "You were right Allison, this is nice. I need to get the rest of the way in."
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She immediately stood up, and the thin fabric of her summer dress clung to her bottom even more tightly than Allison's had to hers, revealing that the white slip and panties Anna had chosen were themselves quite thin as well. She waded out to where the pool was bit over waist-deep, and as she did her wet clothing slipped back under water, gradually releasing its grip on her and drifting lazily outward and upward. "The water temperature is perfect," she said, and slowly sank to her shoulders to finish the job of soaking herself. After allowing the submerged layers of lightweight fabric to float and swirl around her for a moment, she then glided smoothly out to the deep end, her dress flowing and rippling along her body.
On her way back she dove completely under water and surfaced right next to where Allison and I sat. As she stood up, her slip and dress drew themselves snugly against her body in a most attractive way. "This does feel great," she said to both of us, then looked down at herself and fingered the wet fabric. "But this dress gets pretty see-through when it's wet, doesn't it? I had a feeling that might happen. It's a good thing I wore something under it." With that, she sat down next to me again, now so drenched that her white bra was visible through her dress and slip.
I quickly turned to see how Allison would react to this amazing and inexplicable turn of events, expecting to witness an outbreak of some serious jealousy. Instead, she quietly got up, fully saturated her dress again by dunking herself completely in deeper water, then calmly returned to sitting on my right. I was, to put it mildly, flabbergasted. There was now a gorgeous woman on each side of me, sitting in the water, sopping wet. Seeing Allison's shiny, wet, clinging, dark blue dress had already been making my shorts about two sizes too small, but now the additional sight of Anna's thin, transparent, dripping white dress and underwear pasted to her body like wet tissue was almost more than I could stand. It conformed to her every curve, and every one of those curves was looking awfully nice.
Although I was, to say the least, not thinking terribly clearly at this point, in the context of the 'rocket science' remark that she had made earlier, I did at least realize that Anna was quite obviously coming on to me. That didn't make any sense, and the fact that Allison seemed quite unperturbed by her roommate's blatant ploy only deepened the mystery. I looked from one to the other, and my mouth opened and closed a couple times, but I was so dumbfounded that nothing came out. Both the girls began laughing, and it was obvious they knew something I didn't.
"Ok, ok, what's going on?" I finally demanded. "Just what are you two up to?"
"We're sorry, we didn't mean to laugh at you," Anna answered. "You just looked so funny we couldn't help it." They both suppressed giggles.
"So, are you going to let me in on the big secret?"
"Yes, we are, right now," said Allison, her tone turning serious. "Kevin, there are some things you need to know. I told you that Anna and I are very close."
"Very close," echoed Anna.
"We share a lot more than just an apartment, and we have for a long time." She looked me in the eye. "A lot more. Are you with me so far?"
I gulped as I realized her meaning. "I think so." It was just as well that I was still sitting down.
"Good. On rare occasions we even share a guy. Now I know you and Anna have pretended to be platonic, but I always thought you were hot for her sexually, and now I'm sure. The way you look at her gives you away. Among other things," she added, glancing at my boxers.
This was all so incredible, I figured my only hope was to be completely honest. "You're right," I confirmed. "I am physically attracted to both of you, quite strongly, but I'm not a two-timer. I want both of you as friends, and I've been trying to keep everything above-board. This is all very awkward."
"It doesn't need to be awkward, Kevin," Allison reassured me. "Don't worry, I'm not jealous. I look at her the same way you do, remember?" All I could do was nod. "Now, it just so happens that Anna has a crush on you as well, although she's been too shy to tell you."
"You do?" I blurted, turning to her.
Anna blushed. "Yes. I love being with you, a lot more than I've let on. I was afraid the feeling might not be mutual."
"It's always been mutual," I confessed, and Anna gave me a warm smile.
"Now, understand," Allison continued, "you thought that, in order to be ethical, you had to choose between us, but the special circumstances here mean that you don't have to. Anna and I have discussed it, and we'd like to share you. Our relationship is secure enough that it won't threaten either of us."
This evening wasn't turning out anything like I'd expected, and my head was spinning. "Let me make sure I have this straight," I said. "Are you inviting me to be part of your, that is, the two of you, and me, and all of us, that we're sort of, I mean, ..."
"Exactly," replied Allison, mercifully cutting me off before I completely swallowed my foot. "We've all known each other long enough to make an exclusive commitment, and we're asking you to 'go steady' with us. It's quite simple, really. Any two of us can relate as a couple, and sometimes all of us will do it together. All we demand is that you don't stray from the threesome, and of course we won't either. That way nobody gets jealous. What do you say?"
I had to think about it for all of about two seconds. "I accept," I told them. Allison smiled and looked relieved, and Anna positively beamed.
"Well don't just sit there," Allison admonished me. "You've already kissed me a lot tonight, so now kiss her. You'll enjoy it; Anna's a really good kisser." She gave me a lusty leer. "I should know."
Still in a daze, I took Anna's face gently in my hands and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She immediately wrapped her arms around my neck, climbed into my lap, and melted into my arms. It was clearly a kiss we had both ached for since long before that evening, and the fact that she was in a soaking wet dress made it even more delicious. And Allison was right; Anna was a really good kisser.
Eventually, though, we had to take a break, and I asked her, "You know, there's still one part of all this I haven't figured out. Most women, if they wanted to seduce a man in a pool, would put on their skimpiest bikini. You didn't. Now, mind you, I'm not complaining, but why did you go about it so differently?"
"Well," Anna replied, "Allison and I had already agreed that tonight is when we would present you with our proposal. We both wanted this, but she was already getting to enjoy you physically, and I was feeling left out, so I particularly wanted to influence you any way I could to accept our invitation."
I looked at her with an exasperated expression. "That much I already knew. First you carefully explained to me the meaning of a woman leaving all her clothes on when she gets in the water with a man, and then ten minutes later you showed up in what must be the thinnest white dress you own and planted your sexy bottom right in the water next to me. You couldn't have made it any more obvious that you wanted to turn me on. No, what I was asking was, how did you manage to find the one thing that would inflame my desire for you like nothing else? Not to mention the way you made it so unmistakable that you deliberately put that dress on for the sole purpose of wearing it into the pool and getting soaked in it, which just redoubled my already unbearable excitement. Did you deduce it all so quickly just from seeing Allison and me in the water?"
"I didn't have to deduce anything," she admitted. "Allison and I had this all worked out ahead of time. She clued me in this afternoon that you really get off on women in wet clinging clothes, and that she was going to make you hot tonight by going swimming in a dress. She suggested that the same thing would probably work for me, and even told me that I should wear a slip and underwear with it."
"Ah-ha," I said, pretending to be indignant, "Collusion! But that made it two-on-one, which hardly seems fair."
At that point Allison took over. "All's fair in love and war," she reminded me. "And besides, 'two-on-one' is a big part of what we have in mind for tonight. Come on, Anna, let's get him inside where there's more privacy, so we can have our way with him. You see, Kevin, you're not the only one who decides what you want and then lays plans to make it happen."
All three of us returned to the apartment, and soon we were a tangle of thirty fingers, six legs, three tongues, two dripping dresses, and assorted wet underwear, and I lost track of what belonged to who. It turned out that when it came to sex, Allison and Anna each had her own, shall we say, harmless idiosyncratic preferences, to which they were more than happy to introduce me. If variety is the spice of life, that was one spicy night, and I realized why Allison really did need such a large bed.
And I learned a whole new use for ice cream.