Friends With Benefit - S01 E12
20-07-25 (05:44)
The four started splashing around in the water, finally
relieved from the punishing heat. I looked around for
Nneka, but she must have been changing in the house.
Just as I was about to descend into the blessed cool
water amongst the four beautiful ladies, Chioma asked
me to be a dear and fetch her a beer.
Not wanting to waste another second out in the heat
and away from my girls, I charged into the house,
raced to the kitchen
I found Nneka standing at the sink, filling a large juice
pitcher with ice water. For some reason I felt
emboldened enough to give her a friendly little smack
on the ass as I made my way to the fridge. She
jumped at the impact, more surprised than hurt. My
recent experiences with Zainab and Kike had improved
my confidence level, and Nneka was taking notice.
Even a few weeks ago, I would have been too timid to
go for something as harmless as that pat on her bum.
“You thirsty?” I asked.
“No,” Nneka replied, dropping her towel, “Just hot.”
Beneath the towel, she was wearing a costume I had
picked out for her. A skimpy, powder blue bikini that
revealed nearly as much of her lovely skin. It looked
even better on her amazing body than I remembered
(but then, every day I saw Nneka, she looked better
than I remembered).
Keeping eye contact with me the whole time, Nneka
poured out the whole pitcher of ice water onto herself.
She gasped as it splashed across her breasts,
disappeared down her cleavage, and dripped down her
legs. The sunlight streaming through the kitchen
windows reflected off each droplet of water clinging to
her skin, making her appear to sparkle before my eyes.
“Oh, that’s cold, but I feel so much better,” she laughed.
I didn’t bother trying to disguise where' my eyes were
pointed. “I do have a pool, you know.”
She grinned impishly in response. “But your pool’s not
ice cold.”
I adjusted my thickening cock through my suit and
hurried after her.
We all horsed around in the water for a few hours,
then Chioma announced that she wanted me to give
her a ride to the deep end and back. We all knew it
was a thinly veiled excuse for her to tease me by
squishing her breasts against my back, but I was
having too much fun to risk calling her on it. She
climbed aboard and rested those magical orbs across
my shoulder blades, a whiff of fabric the only thing
between me and her sexy, wet body.
My hands gripped her firm thighs, and I raced around
the pool as fast as I could, listening to Chioma’s
delighted shrieks of laughter. Her suit was so thin I
distinctly felt her perky nipples rubbing across my back
as we went.
Perhaps a tad jealous, the others insisted I give them
all turns as well, a task which I was only too happy to
accept. I got harder and harder each time I had a new
pair of thighs in my hands and a new pair of breasts
against my back. Thanks to the buoyancy of the water,
I was even able to effortlessly give a back ride to
Nneka despite her being as tall as I was.
When Nneka’s soft breasts splashed across my
shoulders, I smirked, realising that they were each
practically as big as my head.
Dinner time rolled around, and I started up the BBQ for
some chicken. Despite spending all afternoon in cool
water, I was sporting a massive tan in my swimsuit
when all the girls climbed out of the pool, trailing water
from their glistening skin. Chioma was a special treat in
her mostly transparent suit.
No longer distorted beneath the water, her body was
on full display. The barely-there material creased
invitingly between her buttocks and stretched in such a
way that it even clung to the undersides of her
swaying breasts. It had more in common with a wet t-
shirt than a functioning swimsuit. The only part of her
not completely visible through the fabric was her crotch,
where' the suit seemed to be reinforced by actual
material.
When she walked up to the BBQ to receive her meal, I
was openly staring at her figure. She glanced down at
the shape of my shorts and proudly observed, “I take it
you like my swimsuit.”
I could hear the other girls giggling, so I quickly shot
back, “I take it you like my swimsuit too. Otherwise,
you wouldn’t have noticed.”
She hurried back to the table. I sat down to join them,
happily adding, “I like ALL you girls’ suits. You know
why? Because I have THESE.” I pointed at my eyeballs,
and everyone broke out laughing.
“It’s not fair, you know,” Zainab said, “When a girl puts
on a swimsuit, everyone can see exactly what she has.
If you’re self-conscious about your tummy, or your
boobs, or your butt, or whatever–there’s nothing you
can wear to hide it. Guys just wear big baggy shorts
and there’s no way to know what he’s packing.”
“Trust me, girls,” I said, “None of you has anything to be
self-conscious about. You’re the five most beautiful
women on earth, and you all know it.”
I got a shower of boos in response. “That’s not the
point!” Nneka laughed, “The point is, it’s not fair. You get
to see us, but we don’t get to see you! Even when
you’re hard, it still just looks like a tent.”
“Are you saying you want me to wear something
transparent? Because no thanks.”
Chioma pulled a long meat stick off Nneka’s plate and
held it up to me, mischievous, “Here’s how we make it
fair: You point out on this stick how big your thing is.
But you have to tell the truth!”
The others cheered, and, giving into peer pressure, I did
my honest best to point out the length of my dick on
the piece of food–somewhere' around seven inches. A
bit larger than average, if the online statistics I read
were telling the truth. The girls nodded in approval.
“I think that wwould do the trick,” Kike laughed.
Nneka took the stick back from Chioma and gave it a
long, slow lick. “Mmmm, fuck I love it” she moaned and
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