7 comments/ 58448 views/ 64 favorites A Crazy Summer Day Ch. 01 By: Stargaze "Melissa, are you going to get up sometime today?" my dad asked, as I lay crawled up under the covers of my bed. "C'mon sleepy head, you don't want to sleep your weekend away." Clinging to a dream that was quickly fading from my sleepy mind, I turned my head to the sound of his voice and opened my sleepy eyelids, "Yeah, I'm getting up," I squeaked softly. "I'll believe it when I see it," he pressed on winking at me with that warm smile that detected my lie. As I twisted to regain comfort in my sheets, I heard the soft creaking of the wooden floor in the hallway as he departed. He knows me too well I thought. I hugged my pillow one last time before raising my frizzy haired head off the pillow. I sat up and looked at the alarm clock on my bedside table; it read 10:36am. I hadn't been sleeping the day away, I thought rather annoyed. It isn't even 11:00 yet! For a brief moment I flirted with the idea of diving back under the puffy pink spread and staying there until at least noon, but then I was startled by a buzzing sound coming from my left. My cell phone was slowly vibrating along my dresser top. I hopped onto my feet and reached for it. A miniature picture of my best friend Kristen's smiling face was displayed. "Hey Kris," I squeaked in my morning voice. "Hey, I called you an hour ago, you're still sleeping?" Kristen shouted over the receiver. The echoing music in the background made me think she was probably in her car. "Yup," I replied in mid-yawn as I cleared some of my blonde hair from my eyes. "Wake up girl! It's a beautiful day, do you want to go to the beach or what?" I walked over to my bedroom window and reached for the little stick hanging to the left of the Venetian blinds in front of the panes. With a twist, the vertical plastic slats opened pouring golden sunlight into the room. I squinted immediately to let my eyes adjust to the brightened room. "Yeah, of course, I said I would." "Well, I'm on my way to Rachel's, start getting ready, OK?" I knew she was probably upset that I overslept, but with all the rain that had fallen over the last week, I didn't expect today to be any different. After my eyes allowed me to open them further, I looked out the window. It appeared to be a beautiful summer day, and the warmth from the sunlight brightened my spirits immediately. The baby blue sky matched the small spaghetti strap top I was wearing, and I didn't notice a cloud in view. It was very refreshing to see the sun again. I just loved days like this. "I'll be ready in 20 minutes," I said as I ended the call. She told me she'd pick me up at 11:00. I wondered if I should bother taking a shower. Since I was probably going to be sweaty and wet with salt water in only an hour or so, I figured it was pointless. I'd shower when I get back, before we go out tonight I thought. I opened my bottom dresser drawer and rummaged through various shirts for my bikini. I was very excited to finally get a beach day. The nonstop showers we'd had during the week had me thinking I'd never see the sun again. My family moved to the Miami area two years prior because of a high-paying position my mother accepted with a popular cruise line that operates out of the area. At the time of our move, I was absolutely miserable. I hated having to leave my friends up north and give up the popularity I had achieved at my high school. I didn't see why I should have to change my life for my mother's career, and I resented her for that. My mother and I had never gotten along too well. She always seemed so much more concerned with her career than with my brother and I. Maybe that's why I developed a closer bond with my dad, or maybe it was just his fatherly nature. He had always been there for me, and I turned to him whenever I found myself having problems. If I needed help with homework, it was Dad who helped me out. Whenever I had a problem with my personal life, I could always count on him for advice. I didn't ask for money often, I preferred being independent. However, if I ever needed some extra cash, he never hesitated to offer it. He often drove me and my friends around like a chauffeur for years when I was younger, and my friends all liked him too. He was the stability I needed in my childhood life, my rock, and I trusted him more than anyone. When confronted with the news of moving away, he assured me it was for the best. My mother was the breadwinner of the family and he sacrificed his coaching job in New York for hers. A few months after relocating, he eventually landed another job at the local high school as a gym teacher. Before leaving, I explored other options to remain in New York. My brother Mike was already settled in a small apartment by then, and I begged him to let me stay with him until I got into college. Of course he didn't want any part of that idea. My parents wouldn't have allowed me to stay with him anyway, but even if they did, he wouldn't have had his little sister ruin the 'bachelor pad' he was spending most of his paycheck on. So I regretfully sulked my way down the interstate to our new address in sunny Florida. The first few weeks I was a miserable bitch, complaining as often as possible, and mostly toward my mother. It wasn't easy on my father, having to be the buffer between us for a while, and I only regret my behavior because of how it affected him. I hated my mom for changing my life and stealing my friends from me. Each passing day my father tried to lift my spirits, and I could tell he was upset about the relocation too. He had a great job up north and friends of his own, but the optimist that he was, he saw the positives in the change, and he tried to explain those things to me. I was enrolled in the school where my father would eventually work, although I never had him as an instructor. I took his advice and tried to keep my head up, and with my mother away often for work, the tension we had between us subsided. After a few weeks, my outlook improved. I made new friends and was quickly well known. Plus, I was relieved to be spared of those horrible frigid winters. I began to become myself again, and my parents were relieved when they saw my mood improving. I never officially apologized to my mother, but she could tell I had forgiven her. As for my father, I regretted making him suffer through all of my complaining, and he understood my initial unhappiness, and reassured me I'd like it here. Within a month, I realized that I believed him. Shortly after enrolling in the new high school, I met Kristen. Kristen was also new to the school having relocated from Orlando. We shared most of our classes, and we bonded quickly. As the school term progressed we fell in with a group of girls in school and I re-established my popularity. Of all my new friends, Kristen and Rachel were the ones I spent the most time with. Midway through the year we discovered Kristen and I shared the same birthday, and Rachel's was only 2 weeks earlier. In our senior year, my father got together with their parents and threw us a combined party for our 18th. Now we just recently graduated, and Rachel is planning on attending college in Rhode Island after the summer. Kristen and I are planning on rooming together on campus. I found the bikini near the back of the drawer. It was a purple and white wavy design on both pieces. The top consisted of two small cloth triangles connected with purple strings; the bottom had string ties on either side. I knew my mother would not approve of my choice of swimwear, she was very old-fashioned in some ways, and didn't like a girl showing much skin. All of the bathing suits of my childhood years were one piece, sometimes with a nylon skirt attached at the bottom; God, how I hated wearing those things. It wasn't until I was fourteen when I was allowed a two-piece halter-top, and even that revealed very little skin at my belly. Now that I was 18 I chose what I wanted to wear and it made me happy to have something that revealed as much as possible. I lifted my pajama top over my head and flung it onto the bed. For a moment I paused by the large mirror over my dresser, examining my reflection. Despite my animosity for my mother, I was grateful for having her slim frame. In fact both of my parents were very athletic in their younger years, and my father's job insisted he stay in peak physical condition. I was pleased with my body, I stood 5 foot 6, and my straight blonde hair was shoulder length and it complimented my light skin. My breasts were not as full as Kristen's, but I was satisfied with my 34B cups. I squeezed them together for a moment, admiring their perkiness. Standing topless in front of the mirror, I took my hairbrush out of the top drawer. With my arms up over my head pulling out some morning knots, I noticed a movement in the mirror. My dad walked into the room. When he saw me, my back was to him, but he saw me perfectly through the mirror. His eyes were drawn directly to my exposed breasts when he saw me, and then he quickly met my eyes before turning away. "Oh, I'm so sorry sweetie, I was just coming to check if you were up yet," he said quickly. "I told you I was getting up Dad!" I shouted back bitterly, folding my arms over my breasts to cover myself. With out looking at me he apologized again, and told me that breakfast was almost ready. My dad was always making sure I had my breakfast, the most important meal of the day as he calls it. As I heard his footsteps retreating in the hallway, I continued brushing my hair. Even though I was a bit startled to have my father walk in on me nearly naked, I wasn't really upset with him. I have a habit of leaving my door open most of the time, and I was beginning to feel guilty for yelling at him. Honestly, I really didn't care that he saw me, and I only covered up as a natural reaction. I guess it's just how close I've become to him that makes me feel that way. Knowing that he wouldn't return, I continued to get ready with the door open. After a few minutes I went downstairs wearing a small pair of denim shorts and my bikini top. My father was sitting in the kitchen watching a morning news program on the small TV in the corner. He averted his eyes for a moment and noticed my top, probably remembering me without it only moments earlier. He made an effort not to look at my chest again and he looked unusually uncomfortable. Eggs, sausage and toast sat waiting for me on the table, and I glanced at the clock above the sink. Kristen should be here in 5 minutes I thought. I sat at the table and poured some orange juice. "Melis, I'm sorry about before...I should have known..." "It's OK Dad, don't worry about it, I'm sorry I yelled at you, you just surprised me," I said calmly, reassuring him I wasn't upset or embarrassed. He smiled at me more relaxed now, thankful I wasn't upset with him, and he asked me what I had planned for the day. I told him about my beach plans with the girls, and he agreed it was a great day for it. I had just started on my eggs when I heard Kristen honking several times outside. "That's Krissy, I gotta run!" I said wiping my mouth with the napkin. "You hardly ate anything," he said disappointed. I took a sip of my juice and stood from the table. "Sorry Daddy, but I can't keep her waiting any longer, she's been calling me since nine o'clock, thanks for breakfast." I gave him a quick peck on the lips like I always do, and grabbed my bag with my towel and beach things. "I'll be back around six or so," I told him as I headed for the door. "Yeah, yeah," he joked, clearly understanding my hastiness, "Have fun sweetie." ~~~ When we got to the beach we found a spot close to the water. It was already pretty crowded, and we were lucky to find a good area. After settling our stuff and removing my shorts, I was beginning to sweat from the intense heat, so I decided to get wet before starting on my tan. I asked the girls if they cared to join me and only Rachel was up for it. The two of us walked down to the water and ran into the waves. It was a great feeling to be engulfed in the cool ocean current. The shore was packed with people cooling off in the salty water; the temperature was probably in the mid 90's and the water really was more refreshing than cold. After bathing in the surf for a few minutes, Rachel and I walked back to our beach blanket where Kristen was laying on her stomach, perpendicular to the sun. Her short wavy brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail as she lay with her eyes closed and her head facing towards me. She had a beautiful tan back with a few freckles, and no string line. Kristen often tanned topless at the beach. Her yellow bikini top sat next to the cooler containing our drinks and sandwiches. I found a spot on the blanket next to her and Rachel sat on my other side. Rachel and Kristen were also very slim like me, and we were all roughly the same height. Rachel was a redhead, and her wavy tresses glimmered in the sunlight. Rachel applied lotion to her arms and legs before lying on her stomach and untying her top. She asked me if I would mind putting some lotion on her back. I didn't mind at all so I took the bottle from her and squirted some in my hand. As I rubbed the lotion on her back, I noticed a man sitting in a beach chair not too far from us staring in our direction. I'm sure watching me apply lotion to Rachel probably excited him but I ignored him as I continued. After helping Rachel out with the lotion she volunteered to lather me up. Like her, I applied it to my arms and legs and then laid on my stomach. Rachel retied her top before sitting up. Without asking, Rachel untied my bikini and started rubbing the lotion onto my back. Her hands felt nice on my back, and she worked in a small massage as she applied it. When she completed, I left my top undone but still covering my breasts beneath me. I closed my eyes and began to let the sun cook my body. "You should turn over or you're going to be purple," I heard Kristen say. I didn't realize I had dozed off. I reached my hands for my bikini strings, and I heard Kristen say, "Why don't you just leave it off?" I looked over and I noticed that both she and Rachel were both now lying on their backs, with their bare breasts facing the sky. This was the first time I had seen Rachel's tits, and it surprised me to see Rachel topless. We had been to the beach together a few times, and Rachel and I never had enough nerve to fully remove our tops. Both Kristen and Rachel were C cups, and their oil covered breasts shined in the sun; Rachel's naturally whiter that Kristen's. Rachel smiled at me when I looked at her. "I figured what the hell," she said with a smirk. "I'm never going to see these people again." She had a point. I had never considered going topless before because of all the men on the beach. I realized that as long as I wasn't having my picture taken by some pervert, or being gawked at by horny young boys, it was probably OK. Plus like she said, even if my exposure did bring excitement to a few beach neighbors, they don't know who I am, and would likely never see me again. "Keep it on if you want, but don't complain when your boobs look like snowballs!" Rachel joked. "I hate when mine get like that!" she went on. I laughed too as I realized her other good point. After a day at the beach, my tits would stand out like headlights against my darkened skin. It made it look as if I was wearing a bathing suit when I was in the shower. It would be nice to avoid that this summer. Plus it's not like we would be the only girls on the beach without tops on. South Beach was a top optional environment and many women took advantage of this. Now that I noticed it, about half the women near us weren't wearing their tops. If Rachel was brave enough to try it, I should be too. "C'mon Melis," Kristen added as I thought it over once more. I looked around; the man that had been staring at us earlier apparently went for a swim. He wasn't there, but his chair and cooler remained. There were other men around, but nobody seemed to be paying attention to us. I figured this was as good a time as any. Then with one quick motion I sat up. My tits were now exposed to anyone that wanted to see, and I felt the instinct to cover them, but I resisted. I took a quick glance around again; I didn't notice anyone looking in our direction. I relaxed a bit as Kristen smiled. "There you go!" Kristen said happily as she looked at me facing her. "Now, doesn't that feel better?" She was right. After my initial concern of my exposure had passed, I felt a warm breeze gently pass over my nipples, and each of them hardened as a reaction. The sensation felt wonderful, and I wondered why I hadn't tried this before. "Yes it does!" I answered giggling in surprise. "How long have I been telling you two to try it?" Kristen asked us. "A few summers now at least," Rachel answered her as she lay on her back with her eyes shut beneath her sunglasses. "OK, OK, you made your point," I said to Kristen with sarcastic smile. I laid on my back parallel to them and closed my eyes. The sun on my chest felt wonderful. I got used to the feeling quickly and forgot all concern I had previously beach voyeurs. As the sun made its way slowly across the sky, we laid exposed to its rays with our bikini tops in the beach bag. Rachel and I would put them back on only when we went to the water for a swim, not ready to leave our little area without them. Kristen however always left hers off. I admired how comfortable she was with herself in public. In fact, I envied her, I always have. She seemed to be carefree, and was always in a perky fun-going mood, and she was probably the most daring person I've known. On one of my return strolls from the water, I noticed the man with the staring problem had returned and was looking at the three of us as we walked up to our blanket a few feet from him. I don't think Kristen or Rachel noticed him at all, nor do I believe they cared. I looked away from him as we approached our blanket. The awareness of onlookers was creeping back into my mind again, and I decided to ignore it. If my friends didn't care about people looking, I shouldn't either. As I turned my attention from the man I realized that Rachel had already removed her top again and was putting it back into the bag with Kristen's. As I lowered to my knees near the bag and facing in his direction, I reluctantly untied my top and removed it. I stuffed it into the bag with the others and peeked his way despite my anxiety, before turning around. He was still looking, this time just at me. His eyes were fixed on my breasts until he noticed my return glare. Then he looked away. I returned to my position on my back as I thought about the man eyeballing us from behind. It bothered me at first, but as I lay and thought about it some more, I surprisingly got a very different feeling. It wasn't anger but a very unusual sensation of excitement, and the more I thought about him looking at me, I began to realize that I liked it! Not only was my exposure to him exciting, it was actually arousing me now! I felt my nipples become increasing erect as I thought about it. The feeling was perplexing and enjoyable, but soon I was able to put him out of my mind. Throughout the remainder of the afternoon we lay together in the remaining sun until about 5pm. Eventually we put our tops back on and packed up to leave. The observant man was gone. He apparently had enough of his enjoyable view, and decided to call it a day. As I was in Kristen's car going home, I couldn't understand my peculiar enjoyment I had sensed about my exhibitionism, but I didn't mention it to the girls. When I got home later that evening, Dad had dinner almost ready. He invited the girls to eat with us, but they declined and went home. We had plans to meet again to see a movie later that night and they wanted to go home to shower and change their clothes. As we sat at the kitchen table having some meat loaf my father prepared, he asked me how the beach was. I told him it was nice and he complimented me on my tan, I had gotten considerably red since that morning. He asked if I used sun block and I assured him I did. He asked me a few other questions about my day, but nothing too nosy. He minds his own business when it comes to my personal life for the most part, as long as I'm being a good girl. I chose not to tell him about my decision to go topless. I wasn't sure if he'd approve, and I would hate to upset him. A Crazy Summer Day Ch. 01 Later that night I went out to the movies with the girls. I felt bad leaving my dad alone at home, but he told me that I shouldn't worry about him. He understood I had a life and wanted to spend time with my friends. His only concern about me was guys. He was overprotective and had never really approved of any of my former boyfriends. Honestly, many of the guys I dated turned out to be jerks like he predicted, but his fatherly protectiveness never got in the way of my relationships. He let me date whoever I wanted, and let me make my own mistakes, I appreciated that of him. Of course he made sure I was on the pill as soon as I was old enough to take it, and continuously talked to me about the importance of birth control. So I always had condoms on me when I went out with a guy, because I couldn't trust them and that was one mistake my father would not easily forgive me for. He knows I know better. I still feel a bit guilty when I leave my father home alone. Most nights when my mother is away we'll watch a movie together or something. I usually get my pajamas on, and we'll cuddle up on the couch together, something I rarely see him do with my mom. It amazes me sometimes to think that my parents have a sex life. My mother seems caught up in her job, and is often on the computer until she goes to sleep. My father is usually watching television alone when she's home, and that makes me feel bad for him. He's a very handsome 43-year-old man, but actually looks about 10 years younger. I'm sure he could easily find an attractive woman if he wasn't married to my busy mother, it bothers me, and it's probably another reason I don't resonate with my her well. ~~~ The next day my mom returned from her cruise and I did my best to stay out of her hair. I spent most of the following few days waiting tables at Lorenzo's, the local Italian restaurant. On Thursday morning my mother embarked on another 4-day voyage, and I had a few more days alone with my father. Later that morning I asked my dad if Kristen could come over so we could go in the pool. He said that it was fine and told me he was going to go out to do some food shopping. Kristen showed up at 11am wearing shorts and her bikini top. I was already in mine. "Where's your dad?" she asked looking disappointed. "He's out food shopping, he'll be back later," I replied. "OK cool," she said pretending like she didn't care. Kristen liked my dad. Over the few years I've known her, she's made this obvious to me. She likes to flirt with him, and I could tell from previous summers that she enjoyed being in her bikini around him. At first it bothered me that she seemed to have an attraction to him, but after a few months I began to realize why she felt that way. Unlike my mother, my dad was very popular with my friends. It also may be his ability to relate with teenagers because of his job that makes him easily likable. I've heard numerous stories from friends of mine that have had his gym class about girls that have crushes on him. Kristen is not the only one. He has a way of being funny and quirky that always makes me laugh. So these features seem to have that effect on girls. I could tell he enjoyed the attention, but he's too smart to make a critical mistake with any of his students. We walked out to the back where we have a large kidney shaped in-ground pool with a hot tub to the right that's set slightly above the water level of the pool. Our pool is surrounded by a Spanish tile patio setting, and is fenced in with a few palm trees and tropical plants to offer privacy. Kristen as usual, didn't want to get wet right away. She pulled two lounge chairs together and sat on one. "Hey, if your dad isn't here, do you think I can take my top off?" she said with a wry smile. "I'm not sure when he'll be back, I don't know if it's a good idea Kris," half expecting her to ask something like that. "He just left and he'll be gone at least an hour Melissa, stop worrying so much," Kristen said smiling. "Anyway, he's a guy, do you really think he's going to mind?" she added with a hint of sarcasm. "He's my DAD Kristen, he's not just some guy!" I shot back with a grin. I gave it a second to consider, and I believed there would be no harm in it with him being out for a while. "I don't know, I guess it's OK, but you better put it back on soon," I told her. "Of course silly, but why don't you join me?" she persuaded me. I figured she would ask me that after our day at the beach. I couldn't see why I shouldn't if I did it last time. In fact, this was different than the beach, it was private, and if my dad came home earlier than expected, he already saw me topless the other day; it probably wouldn't be much different. Actually, remembering the excitement I felt after exposing myself to that man, I secretly hoped for another opportunity for my dad to walk in on me indecent. "OK, you crazy nudist!" I accused her giggling. With my approval, she quickly removed her top as she settled on a plastic reclining lounge chair near the pool. I undid mine and placed it with hers on the small plastic table between her lounge and another. I sat on the lounge beside her and I started applying some of her tanning lotion to my arms. "Nudist eh?" Kristen laughed. "So are you saying I can take my bottoms off if I want?" she continued with a curious smile. I laughed at her surprising question. Kristen liked to take off her top whenever possible, this I knew, but this was the first time I had ever heard her suggest becoming fully naked. "I didn't say that!" I laughed back, purely amused by her proposal. "Why not Melis? C'mon, nobody is looking, and I'll have my suit back on before precious Daddy gets home!" she said mocking me. Again I thought about it. The funny thing was I really wanted to try it. I always wanted to experience being nude outdoors. It was just my better judgment that always stopped me from doing these crazy things. "Alright, why not, and yes, I'll join you!" I said back disbelieving my own words. With a nervous feeling in my stomach, I slowly slid my bikini bottom down my tan legs and put it on the floor beside the lounge chair. Kristen had her bottoms off as well. The feeling of having my entire naked body exposed to the outside air and sun was exhilarating, and I wondered why I had waited so long to try this. "Melissa, you shaved!" Kristen laughed, as her eyes seemed to be admiring my bald pussy. "Like a baby," I giggled, as I couldn't help to look at her pussy as well. Kristen had a thin line of hair above her pussy lips. I had seen her naked before, but only once when we were in the sauna at the gym we both attend. We usually kept our towels wrapped tightly around us when using the sauna, however on occasion when we were alone, she didn't hesitate to remove her towel for a few minutes. She had a beautiful body and she didn't mind showing it to me. It stunned me as I looked at her completely bare before me, and that's when I realized I was attracted to her. She was sweaty from the pulsating heat in the sauna, and I couldn't help but look at how the sweat beaded on her round and perfect looking breasts. I even brought myself to tell her how amazing her body was. Kristen was grateful for my compliment and suggested I remove my towel as well. The gym was scheduled to close soon, so there was no fear of anyone intruding. I believe we were the only females still there. I had never been as free and open with my body as she was and I resisted, I wish now that I hadn't. It wasn't until another day when I was wearing a towel in the locker room at the gym that my towel slipped out of its grip on me, revealing my breasts momentarily to her. She instantly repaid my compliment from the day in the sauna, and told me I had a 'great set of tits'. I thanked her bashfully, although secretly happy that she saw me. Since then I was always wondering if she felt the same attraction to me as I did to her. As the months passed we remained close, but I have never admitted my attraction for her. I still wondered if the feeling was mutual. Now we lay in the sun fully nude next to each other, and I was chipper for deciding to do this. The sensation was indescribable, and I was hopeful this would help remove the tan lines I had from my bikini bottom. I knew of course it would take a lot more time to have an even all-over tan, but it was nice to know the sun was getting to touch parts of my skin it had never seen. "Want to jump in with me?" Kristen suggested. "Naked?" I asked interested. "No! Let's put our jeans on first! Yes naked!" Kristen joked with a large grin on her pretty face. "Haven't you ever skinny-dipped?" "Nope, can't say that I have Nudie," I said with anticipating smile. "You don't know what you're missing girl!" she yelled gleefully. "Once you experience swimming without a suit on, you'll never want to go back," she went on as she stood up and walked to the edge of the pool. Her beautiful round bottom looking ever so soft as it glowed in the sunlight. She turned slightly and winked at me "Hope it's not cold!" she exclaimed as she dove into the deep end. I got up and jumped in feet first. As I felt the water engulf my body, as I submerged deeper on my way down, I instantly knew she was sooooo right! The absence of a bikini had a profound feeling on every inch of my body. It felt so natural and free, not having to be confined to the wet cloth slapped against my body as I swam. I was immediately hooked, and I firmly believed it would be difficult to enjoy a bathing suit again. "Well? What do you think?" Kristen asked as she popped her head up from below the water. "This is great, it feels wonderful!" I replied while really not believing why I hadn't tried this in the few summers we've had this pool. "I told you silly!" she laughed as she splashed me and swam over to the shallow side. I swam towards her and when I got within a few feet of her I splashed her back. "Oh yeah?" she shouted with a flirtatious gaze and splashed me even harder. I swam up closer to her and splashed her in the face. She laughed as she cleared the water from her eyes and shouted, "Oh you want to play rough? OK!" She dunked completely under the water and suddenly I felt her hands touch the sides of my waist as she tickled me under the water. I wasn't expecting it, but now I suddenly loved the touch of her hands on my body. That familiar feeling returned between my legs, even if I was in the water, and I felt my nipples harden. Without thinking, I tickled her hips, as she emerged from the water even closer than she had been. Then her hands moved to my sides as we both laughed and I felt her hand brush the side of my breast. The contact sent quivering signals throughout my body, and I wanted her to do it again. I continued to tickle her waist and splash when I could get a hand free. We were both laughing uncontrollably, and I was really enjoying this little game she started. We seemed to be moving closer to each other and her hands were on both of my upper arms. Suddenly I felt my breasts brush against hers, and another bolt of electricity shot down my spine. She apparently seemed to be closing our proximity in the water as well, and I started to believe she might be enjoying this as much as I was. Her face was right in front of me laughing and smiling. Her beautiful large brown eyes sparkled above the sunlit water, as her wet bangs fell on them. Our tits touched again, and then again. I felt her nipples as they kissed mine beneath the water; my body was exploding with emotion. We were very close now, as her arms slid up from my arms and folded around my neck. Then she stopped tickling me and just looked me in the eyes with her soft wet lips bent into a lustful grin. Our breasts were pushed together now as she held me in her arms. I wrapped my arms around her. Then in a breathless instant, she pulled me closer and kissed me. We kissed softly on the lips, for a second then stopped. We looked at each other with our noses touching. We both smiled and then I knew I was not alone with my desires. I had wanted to kiss her so badly, but I doubted I had the courage to try it. I was so glad she made the first move. Our lips touched again, this time for longer. Her lips were as soft as I expected them to be, softer than any boy I had kissed. I felt her lips begin to part, as I eagerly parted mine. I welcomed her tongue in my mouth where it met mine, and we embraced each other tightly in the warm water. As our tongues explored each other's, I held her close to me. Our breasts were now mashed together as tight as possible and I had a feeling that I had wanted this for a long time. This was my first experience with a girl, and I'm glad it was Kristen. I didn't realize how long I've wanted this. Longer than when I had first seen Kristen naked that day in the sauna. I realized I had been admiring girls since I was probably 11 years old. It took me until my eighteenth year to act upon it, and it was my best friend who helped me get over that hump. I would be forever grateful to her. We continued to make out in the pool and slowly made our way over to the stairs. She sat me down as I felt her hand making its way down my aching body in search of my jewel. She slid her finger into me as we kissed intimately. With my arms around her, I squeezed her ass softly before finding her waiting slit, and sinking a finger into her. She kissed my neck before her lips found my breasts, and she ran her tongue across them. She took each nipple into her mouth and sucked me like her own mother. After using our fingers for a while, she shifted to scissor lock her legs with mine, forcing my pussy against hers. I could feel her small pubic runway rubbing against my smoothness below the surface. Our new position had her laying over me with her breasts in my face. I gladly took each one in my mouth and sucked her nipples eagerly. I heard her shriek with pleasure as I bit her gently. We pressed ourselves together, increasing the friction with each movement. Our emotions became more audible as we totally lost track of all reality. Having sex with Kristen was something I'd never thought about, but it seems like I've always wanted it. The realization of this was clear and vivid now. All this time we were friends nothing ever happened sexually between us, it amazed me at how suddenly it transpired in a just a few days. We were almost screaming now as we both reached a tremendous climax, without care of the surrounding neighborhood. We kissed again as she collapsed on me in the water. Our bodies lay entwined as our lips connected one more time, both spent from our lovemaking. "Wow," Kristen said with a gracious smile. "Yeah," I giggled, "Where did that come from?" I asked her in a lustful gaze. "I don't know, but it came!" she said giggling. "Yes it did, it certainly did," I smiled back at her. We spent another few moments laying with each other on the stairs before getting out of the pool and laying back on the lounges. This time we both laid on our stomachs letting the warm sun brown our milky white bums. Kristen turned to face me. "Was that your first time?" Kristen asked me. "I mean, with a girl." "Yes, it definitely was," I responded with a giddy laugh, "but I'm guessing it wasn't yours." "You're my second," she replied with a vertical smile, as her face lay sideways. "Oh? Who was it?" I asked interested. If you don't mind me asking, was it Rachel?" "Nooooo!" she laughed surprised, "maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it." "Why?" I asked even more curiously now, "Is it bad?" "No," she said in hesitation. "It was..." she paused. "Well, you may think this is weird," she went on. "I sort of experimented with my sister a little," she continued. "Lindsey?" I laughed in amazement. "Wow! How'd that happen?" Lindsey was Kristen's older sister. I had met her years ago when I had first gone over to visit Kristen when we became friends. She looked a lot like Kristen with slightly smaller breasts and a little taller. It shocked me to hear that she had experimented with girls, let alone her sister. The image of them together turned me on as I thought about it. "Well it's a bit of a long story, that I'm sure you don't want to hear," Kristen said. "Of course I want to hear this!" I laughed. "Did you just kiss, or go all the way?" I asked eager for an answer. Kristen hesitated a moment as she smiled at me. "All the way," she said with a nervous tension in her voice. "No way!" I shouted in enjoyable bewilderment. "Yes way," she said back with an embarrassed shyness all of a sudden. Kristen was apparently relieved that I wasn't disgusted with the fact that she had sex with her sister and said, "Well like I said, it's a long story, but mainly we were just horny and curious." She offered me another smile as we still replayed what just happened between us moments ago in our minds. "I don't care if it's a long story," I laughed, and I asked her if she still does anything with her. "No, no, no, we stopped it. My mom kind of caught on and put an end to it," she said. "She caught you?" I said surprised. "Well, not exactly," she said. Kristen went on to explain to me how it all happened, and how her mom had found them in the same bed one morning. She told me how they claimed that Kristen had accidentally spilled water on her bed decided to share Lindsey's bed with her, but the fact that both of them had apparently fallen asleep nude together did not sit well with their mother. She explained how even though they never admitted anything to her mom, her mother could read between the lines and had the den converted into a bedroom for Kristen. She kept a close eye on her daughters after that without ever mentioning anything to their father. Her father didn't question why Kristen needed her own room; he had actually been suggesting it for some time anyway. "So you haven't done anything with her again?" I asked her. "No, I think it'd be weird now anyway, it was just something that happened," she said. "So am I your first since her?" I asked flirtatiously. "Well, with the exception of a girl I kissed at a club once on a dare, yes," she said with her familiar smile. "I'm glad you kissed me," I admitted to her. "I'm glad I did too," she said still smiling. Just then to my complete shock I heard the sliding glass door of the back of my house open. It was my dad home from shopping, and he was looking right at us. Both of us were still lying nude on our stomachs. "Hey sweetie," he said to me, "Hi Krissy," he went on, "Something wrong with your suits?" he joked. I sat up instinctively and started reaching for my bikini. "Hey Mr. B!" Kristen said to my dad, not even flinching in her nakedness. "I'm only joking honey," he said to me, "It's cool if you want to sunbathe this way, I'll leave you two alone." With that said, my dad went back inside. I sat there clutching my bikini in my hands in surprise. I thought for sure my dad would be upset, but he didn't seem angry at all. "You really have an awesome dad Melissa," Kristen said. "You weren't embarrassed?" I asked her. "Hell no, I don't care if your dad sees," she laughed. "You don't care if anyone sees, you nudist!" I laughed back at her. It was amazing, just like that my fears of being caught came to be and passed by fine. The funniest thing was that I only grabbed my bikini out of reaction of getting in trouble. It didn't bother me that my dad had seen me naked, and like the man at the beach, I enjoyed it! Kristen convinced me to leave my bathing suit off and relax. It was actually my stimulation by my dad's entrance that persuaded me even further to leave it off. We laid in the sun for another half hour or so when my dad came back outside with his swim trunks on and a towel in his hand. A Crazy Summer Day Ch. 01 "You girls don't mind if I jump in do you?" he said referring to the pool. Kristen replied first, "Not at all Mr. B." "Um...OK dad," I said somewhat awkwardly. I felt very strange. I was lying on my back again now and I wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing, and I my dad was talking to me as if everything were normal. Like my experience at the beach, I fought the temptation to cover myself, and I boldly spoke to him with my arms resting at my sides. He made no attempt to look away this time like he had a few days ago in my bedroom. However, he wasn't perversely gawking at us either. "Krissy, I've told you before, you don't have to call me Mr. B. Please...call me Rich," my dad with his manly charm. My father didn't like being called Mr. B outside the school, and Kristen often called him by that name. I think it's because she enjoyed the thought of him being an older man. "OK Rich," she said in a flirtatious tone, "you may join us, but you have to take off your suit like us!" Kristen giggled. I looked at Kristen in shock, "Krissy! He doesn't have..." I started. "No, that's cool," my dad replied to my astonished face. "Of course if that's ok with you Melis," he said to me, "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable.' I was stunned by Kristen's audacious command of my dad. I knew I should tell him that he didn't have to obey to her wishes. She was always imagining him with his clothes off, and now she had a perfect opportunity to request it. Any other day I would definitely had put a stop to this craziness, but I was already experiencing the incredible rush of exhilaration from being openly nude in front of my father, and I was beginning to enjoy this. I heard myself say, "It's OK dad." "Alright, as long as it's ok with you," he said with a smile. My dad seemed to exhale a nervous tension of his own, and proceeded to slowly slide his trunks off in front of us. My eyes were drawn immediately to his cock. It was flaccid but not small. In fact, it was much larger than I had expected. I glanced my eyes to Kristen and could tell by her wry grin that she was enjoying this scene immeasurably. I returned my focus to my dad, as he was leaving his trunks and the towel on one of the four patio table chairs. He made no effort to hide his body from us, nor did he rush for the cover of the pool water. He beamed at us again as he turned towards the pool and dove into the deep end. Before I could collect my thoughts he emerged by the edge adjacent to our lounges. "Well this is different," he joked. Kristen laughed with delight, which made me chuckle as well. "It's nice though isn't it?" Kristen implied still relishing the moment. "Just don't tell your mother," my dad said to me on a more serious note. I laughed, "Yeah, I don't think she'd approve dad." Kristen laughed at my comment as well. He shook his head and smirked "nah, I doubt it." My father didn't stay in the pool very long, he rarely does. A few moments later he was ascending the stairs over on the shallow side of the pool and he walked over to retrieve the towel. Kristen and I both watched him dry his body before wrapping the towel around his waste. He told us he was going to start making dinner and asked us if we wanted hamburgers. After we agreed, he went inside the house. "That was hot!" Kristen said joyfully. "It was strange," I admitted happily. "Oh please, you enjoyed it as much as I did!" she shot back gleefully. She was right, and I couldn't deny it. My swelling arousal was confirmation of that. We laid out for another few minutes before taking a dip in the pool again. This time we only cooled off momentarily before getting out and drying off. We went up to my room in towels and changed into shorts and shirts for dinner. The rest of the evening was uneventful, with the exception of some obvious sexual tension that seemed to exist at the dinner table. After dinner Kristen reluctantly went home for the night. She had to work at the bakery early the following morning. The next day was another scorcher, and Kristen came over again after getting out of work at noon. I was a bit surprised when Kristen told me she forgot her bikini home. It was obvious this was another devious scheme of hers, but I didn't challenge it. Yesterday was fresh in my mind, and I didn't hesitate with the thought of another one like it. After our previous experience, I didn't see the point of wearing anything by the pool. After having lunch with my dad, Kristen and I undressed in my room and walked down to the pool wearing only our towels. My dad was already in the pool when we got out there. It only took a glance at his blurry appearance below the water to see he left his bathing suit hanging in the bathroom. With excitement already building within me, we dropped our towels on the lounge chairs. Instead of opting to lie out first as usual, Kristen turned towards the pool and jumped in. I quickly followed her and jumped in myself. My dad was still in the pool and looked overjoyed with our decision to join him. Kristen didn't waste time and swam closer to my dad. "Are you going to stay a while this time?" she flirtatiously asked my dad by the corner. "Sure, unless you don't want me to," he said back clearly enjoying the attention. "Of course I do!" she giggled as she playfully splashed him. She was doing to him what she did to me. I knew her intentions but I also know my father better than she does. He obviously enjoyed the admiration he was receiving; it wasn't too hard to notice the erection he now had below the water. However I knew this wouldn't lead to anything like it did with Kristen and me the previous day. My dad is a faithfully married man, and has withstood some powerful flirtation from numerous female students of his. Of course those girls weren't skinny-dipping with him, but I trusted he would keep this simply playful. I decided there was no harm in joining in the fun. My father had already returned a splash to her as I approached from behind him and splashed him again. He started laughing and splashed us both in turn. Our splash fight continued for about a minute until Kristen joyfully exclaimed, "Let's get him!" As he stood in the shallow end, she put her arms around him from behind, and held him for me. Her sexual desire for my father was reaching a whole new level, and even as I realized this I didn't momentarily care. Instinctively, I approached him from the front and started to tickle him. "Oh no you don't!" he laughed with excitement and he put his hand on my waste and picked me up as best he could and tossed me into the deeper end. A rush of adrenaline engulfed my senses. My father's touch on my body sent shivers through me as I splashed into the water. As I swam back for revenge he was already throwing Kristen. This time I tackled him from behind pressing my tits against his back. He twisted around as he laughed and tried to get me again by the waste. In his haste his accidentally placed his hand on my right breast. The feeling sent lightning bolts down to my pussy, and I felt myself becoming moist even while being submerged in the water. He replaced his hand on my waste and threw me again. Our splash fight continued for many minutes, and my dad's hands weren't always extremely careful with their placement. I didn't mind at all, and neither did Kristen. We were all laughing and having fun, and I could never have imagined something like this ever happening a few days ago. Eventually things calmed as my dad clearly seemed exhausted from throwing us each several times. Kristen voiced her disappointment when he got out of the pool to dry off. His cock was still semi hard from the excitement as he wrapped the towel around his body as we watched. He told us he was going to run out to pick up a few things and would be back shortly. Once he was gone, we decided to sit in the hot tub for a few minutes. The water was warm and relaxing, and I turned the jets on. "That was great," Kristen said. I laughed a bit at her remark, "It was fun, yet a bit weird." "I'm so hot right now," Kristen admitted with a sexy grin. Not sure what to tell her, I just giggled a little. I wasn't sure if I should admit how extremely horny our fight in the pool made me as well. "I like him," Kristen said softly. "Tell me something I don't know," I chuckled. "I'd definitely fuck him," she replied grinning. "WHAT?" I shouted back at her stunned with her bluntness. "You told me to tell you something you didn't know," she said back more seriously. "I already knew that, but you don't have to say it!" I shot back. "I'm sorry Melissa, I didn't mean it like that," she said back apologetically. "Of course you meant it or you wouldn't have said it!" I said back to her crudely. I was quite shocked that she would actually say that to me, but even as I thought over her comment, I realized I couldn't blame her. I also understood that I felt the same way about him, and I think that realization stunned me even more. "Well, it's just that, well...you can't tell me you didn't think about that today!" she implied. I couldn't answer her. She was right; the thought of fucking him did enter my mind numerous times in the pool. I sat there speechless. "See! I know you thought of it too!" she said. "You're right," I admitted. "I thought of it, but it was kind of hard not too!" I shot back in partial laughter now. Apparently relieved I wasn't upset any longer; Kristen smiled again and said, "Would you?" "Would I what?" I asked, unsure of what she was referring to. "Would you FUCK him?" she asked with a wide smile. I laughed at her extremely bold question. I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. "No!" I shouted back smiling. "Why not?" Kristen pressed on laughing. "He's my DAD, Krissy!" I spat back humorously, "that's why!" "Soooooo?" Kristen responded, "I know you want him as bad as I do, and it was quite obvious he wanted you too!" "Why would you think that?" I asked smiling. "You didn't notice his giant boner beneath the water?" she asked. "Of course I did, but please...that's natural," I said plainly. "Oh come on Melissa, he's in love with you! You can't see that?" she went on. "Because I'm his daughter!" I replied quickly, "He doesn't look at me like that!" "You must be blind girl," Kristen joked, "He wants you, it's obvious." Kristen has an uncanny knack for detecting these things. As long as I've known her she was always correct when pointing out guys she claimed showed an interest in me. After being persuaded to talk to the guy on each occasion, many of them seemed to admit they had been hoping to talk to me. On other occasions the guy Kristen pointed out approached me before I could walk over to them. Could she be accurate with her assumptions about my father? If she was right, and my dad did have a sexual attraction for me, what should I do about it? The more thought I gave it, the more I realized it could be true. After all, my dad hasn't had a healthy sex life for the past few years. My mother is always busy with work, and goes to sleep early most nights when she is home. He must have to masturbate to keep himself under control. It saddened me because I know he deserves so much better. He deserves a woman that is with him all the time, a woman that will please him every night, or at least once a week. My mother is away for weeks at a time. My dad must go a month or more without sex. I started to consider Kristen's outrageous question. "I don't know Kris," I said feeling puzzled, "Even if you're right, I don't think it would be smart." "Oh please Melissa, nobody's going to know," she said with a devious grin. "Yeah I know," I replied apprehensively. "Well you should think about it at least," she went on, "I know if I were you, I'd fuck him. I don't care if he was my dad." Her wicked smile remained pasted on her face. "Yeah, I know you would!" I shot back laughing. "I know how much you love your dad," she said, "but you'd be giving him the greatest gift you could give him." My mind was racing with the crazy topic. I knew it was ludicrous, but the more we spoke about it, the more I knew how badly I wanted it. Kristen's suggestion that it would be a tremendous gift for my dad, also made me consider it seriously. I had always wanted to show him my love for him, but I wasn't sure if this was the way to do it. "Do you really think he would love me for doing that for him?" I asked. "Yes, I really do," Kristen said. "I'm just not sure I could go through with it, I'm not like you," I told her. Kristen laughed, "What is that supposed to mean?" "I'm just saying you're better at these things than me!" I said semi laughing myself. "I'm better at seducing? Is that what you mean?" she asked still giggling. "You know what I mean Krissy!" I yelled teasing her. Then I found myself suggesting something before even giving it further thought. "Would you help me?" I asked her. Kristen's face lit up with excitement, "Help you?" she laughed, "How would you like me to do that?" "If I'm going to do this, I can't do it alone, I'd be way too nervous," I admitted. Kristen gave me a clever smile and asked, "So how do you want to do this?" "I'm not sure," I told her. We got out of the hot tub and returned to our lounges to sunbathe a little. While tanning we discussed how we could do this. I agreed with Kristen that we had a much better chance of doing anything with him in the pool, as it happened with us. Our clothes would be off, and there would be a lot of touching. Like before he'd be aroused by our kinky game, and then we could try something. We both agreed if the moment doesn't seem to come, that we wouldn't try anything. Several times I reconsidered the entire plan and told her we shouldn't do it. She changed my mind each time assuring me he wouldn't be able to resist himself. She said she didn't know a man that could. I told her the consequences could be really bad if it didn't work out. My dad and I had a very close relationship, and I feared a sexual encounter could jeopardize it tremendously. She insisted that sex could only strengthen the bond my dad and I shared, and she reminded me of it being a gift. ~~~ Over the next few hours we talked about it some more, and then I agreed that we would give it a shot. My dad came out of the house and started setting the patio table for dinner. Both Kristen and I noticed him taking a few healthy eyefuls of our nakedness as we lay in the dying sun. He told us that supper would be ready any minute. We got up and wrapped our towels around us and took seats at the table. "Do you want to go put something on before we eat? I'll wait," he suggested to us. Kristen replied, "Nah, we're gonna jump in again after we eat, you want to join us again?" "Oh, I don't know, maybe I'll take a dip with you," he said to our delight. As we ate we didn't discuss it any further, nor did talk of our naughty adventure earlier in the pool. During dinner Kristen let her towel loosen up enough to fall below her breasts. She made a silly joke of it as she re-tightened it to cover them again. I could tell she meant to flash him, in order to sustain his interest in swimming with us. We helped my dad clean up after our meal, and as he finished putting things away Kristen and I left our towels on the chairs and dove back into the pool. We whispered to each other excitedly as we waited for him to return outside. Eventually he came out again in his towel, and smiled at us. "Alright, alright," he said grinning as he looked at us soaked with anticipation of his company. He removed his towel as we watched. His large cock was limp but impressive still as he made his way over to the stairs to walk into the shallow end. He slowly made his way deeper into the water cringing of the chilly water as he walked. Finally he dunked under the water and emerged with his short brown hair all wet. "It's kinda chilly isn't it?" he asked me. "It's not that bad Dad, you'll warm up," I told him almost shaking with nerves. We didn't want to start splashing him immediately, but we both stayed close to him in the water. Then my nerves started to lose control and I literally started shivering. "You're freezing Hunny," he said to me concerned. I knew my nervousness was making me look colder than I felt, and I was afraid I was blowing this moment. "I'm not that bad Dad," I told him. "You look cold sweetie, maybe we should get out," he suggested. His concern for me was actually upsetting me at the moment. My tension was ruining this. Kristen seemed to realize it at when he suggested us to dry off and quickly came up with an idea. "Melis, why don't we go in the Jacuzzi?" she asked. "Yea, that sounds like a good idea," I said, "would you join us Dad?" "Sure, that's better than this cold pool," he said. We got out the pool without drying. The cool evening air felt frigid on my bare body as I climbed the stair to the adjacent hot tub. I stepped in first and took a seat in the middle of the circular tub. Kristen came in behind me and sat to my right. My father went to the side to turn on the jets and then came in last, lowering himself easily into the heated bubbly water to my left. I was calmer now, and much warmer, but I feared my stupid nerves wrecked our devious plot. My dad relaxed as put his arms back smiled at us. I had no idea what to do now. Just then Kristen placed her hand on my leg and squeezed it. I didn't know what she was doing, but my hand found her leg under the suds and squeezed hers too. Her hand moved to my ribs and she started to poke me. I started to laugh and told her to stop it. She refused and poked me again. She was sitting up now allowing her breasts to be seen above the water line. I poked her as she started tickling me. My dad looked at us both and seemed to admire our little tickle fight. I sat up higher as well letting my tits feel the cool air, and letting my dad have another look at them. We continued to tickle each other, but I wasn't sure where Kristen was going with it. Just then Kristen looked at my dad. "You want a tickling too?" she suggested. Smiling widely he said, "I'm going fine just watching you two thanks." "Do you like me ticking her?" she asked him. I sat there unsure of what he would say, grinning while waiting for his answer. My dad beamed at us, "you look like you're having fun over there." "Do you want to see us have more fun?" Kristen asked. She tickled me again and put her arm around me and pulled me close to her. With one sudden motion she pulled my lips to hers and started to kiss me. I didn't resist her kiss, and opened my mouth letting her succulent tongue in. We made out in front of my dad as he sat there and watched. After stopping a few seconds later I noticed my dad's left arm was now back in the water obviously stroking himself as he watched our little show. Kristen winked at my dad after we kissed. My father beamed at us, giving me hope that things would progress. "Are you sure you don't want to get in on this fun?" Kristen asked him with her seductive grin. My dad had no answer and just smiled, I could tell he was probably weighing his options, deciding weather to let his brain or penis do the talking for him. Kristen didn't wait for his response. Assuming he would chose to stand by and admire the show, she made a bold suggestion. "It's your turn now," she said to him flirtatiously. He smiled and said, "My turn?" "Kiss Melissa," she flirted. I felt butterflies invade my stomach as she announced her demand to my father. I wasn't sure how he'd react to it, but I knew I couldn't show anxiety now. If this were to happen, I had to be as audacious as Kristen. He smiled widely and looked unsure how to respond. "Come on Dad!" I said gleefully as I moved my body closer to him.