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Flaunt your enthralling body in an itty-bitty bikini by the pool and keep posing yourself for my viewing pleasure until I pop a woody? I’ll sit back, enjoy the view, and even get a little harder watching you watch the tent in my swim trunks.

I’d long since stopped being embarrassed by my erections. All six girls knew I got them, and they were happy to see them, so why should I hide them?

The “Nobody dates Michael” rule was still in effect, but beyond that the girls also used The Rule as a sort of moving target of limitations on their physical activities with me. Girls liked to sit in my lap grinding themselves against my bulge (but I always had my shorts or trunks on).

I’d got flashed quite a few times (look, but don’t touch). and I very much enjoyed the rare occasions when one of them let me hold her very nice breasts in my hands (strictly outside of her clothing). None of them had crossed the line of putting bare skin on someone’s private parts, although we’d got pretty close.

The most gorgeous thing I’d ever seen was the first to arrive. Maryam came straight through the side garden gate into the backyard and met me by the grill with a peck on the cheek. It was too early to actually start making dinner, but I was cleaning the grates and checking the propane levels.

She carried a gym bag containing her suit and towel and headed inside to change. Less than three minutes later she emerged back outside, a brilliant smile on her face.

There was one particular lounge chair which was known by all as “Michael’s Chair”. It was shielded from the afternoon sun but more importantly, I’d specifically angled it to have a good view of both the pool and the sliding door.

When Maryam went inside to change, I quickly popped open a beer and settled onto the lounger in eager anticipation of her return. and when the sound of Maryam sliding the patio door open reached my ears, I was quick to set down my beer and turn my attention in that direction.

No matter how many times I saw one of the girls emerge from the house in a swimsuit, I always enjoyed it. They seemed to appreciate it, too. Maryam wore a cobalt bright bikini that really accentuated the color of her red hair and pale skin.

She was a fairly tall girl at 5’8”, second in height only to Anna’s model-esque 5’10”, while the rest of the girls spread across the average height range except for Christy’s petite 5’1”.

Maryam’s 34DD tits were firm and fantastic, held up and squished together for my viewing pleasure by the halter-top that actually covered up the majority of her skin but was sheer enough to make the dents of her nipples quite obvious.

The bottoms weren’t quite a thong in the back, but pretty damn close, giving me an unobstructed view of her perfect peach of an ass. Overall, it was very easy for me to imagine exactly what the gorgeous teen hottielooked like naked, and I had imagined her naked quite a few times over the last several months.

Maryam’s bright eyes shone as she sashayed across the patio and over to my chair. and with an impish giggle, she settled herself sideways in my lap while wrapping both arms around the back of my neck.

“I’m so glad I got here first,” she said in that delightful Ghanaian lilt. It had taken a couple of months to get used to her accent, but by now I could understand pretty much everything she said as if it were completely exotic..

She continued, giggling, “It’s not often I get to have you to myself.”

“Likewise,” I replied warmly, letting my left arm scoop around behind her so that my hand rested on the bare skin of her thigh just past her juicy buttcheek.

My right arm straightened her leg out to the knee where it extended off the chair before returning in a gentle, massaging motion. I was oh-so-conscious of her big breasts just beneath my chin, and snuck a peek before returning my gaze to those electric dark eyes boring into mine from only inches away.

She noticed the glance, of course. She sat up a little straighter so that the upper slopes of her cleavage actually hit me in the chin, and I felt my heart speed up a little more than usual.

“See something you like?” she asked quietly, a world of innuendo in her voice.

“I see two things I like,” I replied before smiling broadly. “Your eyes are enthralling. I’ve always been a sucker for dark eyes.”

Maryam’s brilliant dark eyes narrowed slightly. “that’s because Christy has eyes ... and tinted hair.”

I thought about that for a moment. “True, but they’re different shades. Your hair is a lot more red, and your eyes have more of an emerald color.”

“Is that a Ghanaian expression?”

I laughed and nuzzled her nose. “not intentionally so. and just because Christy has dark eyes doesn’t make me appreciate yours any less.”

“Perhaps. But I still think it’s these you’re trying to get a closer look at. Let me help you.” and with that, she actually pulled my head down into her cleavage for a few seconds.





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She noticed the glance, of course. She sat up a little straighter so that the upper slopes of her cleavage actually hit me in the chin, and I felt my heart speed up a little more than usual.

“See something you like?” she asked quietly, a world of innuendo in her voice.

“I see two things I like,” I replied before smiling broadly. “Your eyes are enthralling. I’ve always been a sucker for dark eyes.”

Maryam’s brilliant dark eyes narrowed slightly. “that’s because Christy has eyes ... and tinted hair.”

I thought about that for a moment. “True, but they’re different shades. Your hair is a lot more red, and your eyes have more of an emerald color.”

“Is that a Ghanaian expression?”

I laughed and nuzzled her nose. “not intentionally so. and just because Christy has dark eyes doesn’t make me appreciate yours any less.”

“Perhaps. But I still think it’s these you’re trying to get a closer look at. Let me help you.” and with that, she actually pulled my head down into her cleavage for a few seconds.

Maryam wasn’t the first girl to shove her tits into my face (or in this case, shove my face into her tits). All of the Pretty-Young-Things did so every so often, even Christy – it was part of the teasing. But there had always been something a little ... different ... about the way Maryam teased me compared to the others. For one thing, I’d watched the other five slowly escalate their teases over the past two-and-a-half years.

We’d played this cat-and-mouse game of attack and retreat, attack and retreat long enough for everybody to get comfortable with the game and understand that the rules would always be obeyed. Both sides always knew it was just that, a tease, and nothing more. So whether it was Uchechi, Anna, Chidinma, Precious, or Christy, I always knew in the back of my head any and all flirtations would stop short of actually doing something.

But I’d only met Maryam five months ago. True, she caught on quick after joining the Pretty-Young-Things that “messing with Michael” was not only fair game, but encouraged. But there had always been a little bit of an edge in the way she flirted with me that made me wonder... Could this be going somewhere? I mean, she knew about and agreed to the “Nobody dates Michael” rule.

Yet, we’d never gone through those first exploratory flirtations when the girls first made clear they were using me as a practice dummy and not actually intending to follow through on anything.

Maryam didn’t need a practice dummy, you see. She already knew how to bait a man.

So on an afternoon like today, when the gorgeous redhead set her forehead against mine, rubbed her perfect ass against the bulge growing beneath her, and breathed in deeply with mixed sexual heat and resignation, I wondered (not for the first time) how different things might’ve been had Uchechi not grabbed the new Ghanaian transfer student, given her the nickname “Tonia”, and immediately brought her into the Pretty-Young-Things.

“So how was school?” I asked, breaking the silent tension between us as I reclined my head to rest it against the lounger’s backrest.

Maryam shrugged and also sat up straighter, extending her arms until her elbows were locked and there were a couple of feet of space between us. “Same ol’ shite, different day.”

“You’re picking up exotic idioms quickly. Still, that’s a bit jaded for only the first day of school. Gonna be a long road ahead if you’re starting out this cynical.”

“High school is different in the States. In Ireland we’d all be freaking out about the leaving school certificate, which kind of makes or breaks your entire career before it’s even got started.

“I suppose. Just don’t count on this year being all fun and games. What happens in the next few months will determine which university we get into, you included.”




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“High school is different in the States. In Ireland we’d all be freaking out about the leaving school certificate, which kind of makes or breaks your entire career before it’s even got started.

“I suppose. Just don’t count on this year being all fun and games. What happens in the next few months will determine which university we get into, you included.”

“Can I say I’ll be happy with any university, as long as you’re there with me?” She gave me a pixie wink and rubbed her butt against my bulge again.

The comment got an eyebrow raise out of me. I wasn’t sure if she actually meant it or was just teasing. Probably teasing. But the uncertainty did get my heart racing a little bit again. I was still thinking of a witty response when the bell attached to the garden gate went off, drawing our attention.

“Hey guys,” Chidinma greeted as she walked over to my lounge chair and held her hand out for our usual fist bump. My pretty but tomboyish Korean best friend glanced around.

“Anybody else here yet?”

I shook my head. “not yet.”

As if on cue, a moment later the sound of a big truck engine revved from the other side of the house. It was Sam’s usual way of announcing her presence in advance. A minute later, the busty platinum blonde came in through the gate, followed closely behind by her best friend Anna, the tall and svelte brunette. Uchechi thrust her hands into the air, cheering, “Let’s get this party started!”

Thirty minutes later, I sat upright straddling while casually observing the seven hot girls in bikinis frolicking around the backyard. One of the seven currently sat directly in front of me with her head pitched forward, moaning erotically while I gave her pleasure with my strong hands and fingers.

“Fuuuuck, yeahhh...” Helen Olisa groaned, her supple flesh yielding to my rhythmic motions.

Oh, have I not introduced Helen yet? Yeah, I wasn’t expecting her, either, but the Pretty-Young-Things had never been that cliquish and other friends and acquaintances would occasionally come and hang out with us. Christy and Precious had started off pretty nerdy, and still had their nerd friends. Uchechi and Anna had always been popular and still had their popular friends.

Every now and again someone would join us for a few days and the group would sort of suss out how well they fit the dynamic. Cup size wasn’t even a requirement. But until Maryam, none of them had lasted more than a month.

Helen was one of the girls who sort of popped in every three or four months. She had been good friends with Uchechi ever since the latter had arrived from Port Harcourt in seventh grade, and remained so even when Uchechi split off to start hanging out with the Pretty-Young-Things early sophomore year. Helen was extremely popular at school, quick-witted and outgoing, the type who could bring life to any room she was in.

It helped that she was gorgeous, with naturally dirty-blonde hair that she dyed in all sorts of colors that seemed to change every month, not to mention a pair of 34D tits she was always showing off. If she ever wanted to maintain membership in the Pretty-Young-Things, her rack certainly qualified. But she was also a social butterfly, flitting from one clique to the next, super-friendly with everyone but never settling down for long.

It wasn’t a huge surprise when Helen came through the gate just after Uchechi and Anna. Her hair was bright bright now, like neon bright all over.

She came over to me, gave me a pixie kiss on the cheek, and greeted me with a “Long time no see, Michael” in a tone that suggested it actually pained her to have been separated from me for the past three months. Five minutes later, the three new arrivals emerged from the house wearing skimpy bikinis that drew my attention away from the backrub I had been giving Maryam.

Chidinma had arrived already wearing her swimsuit under her clothes and had called “next” while the other three were still in the house. So Helen had been quick to make her reservation for a Michael-issued backrub before either Anna or Uchechi could speak up.

Two minutes into her backrub, Helen moaned orgasmically that I was worth the wait.

From the lounge chair to my left, Precious raised her sunglasses up onto her forehead for a moment, evaluated the ecstatic pleasure on Helen’s face, and announced, “I call ‘next’!”

“Get in line, bitch!” Anna playfully rebuked from the patio door as she walked toward us, holding three cold beer bottles straight from the fridge.

She set one down on the ground next to Helen’s feet and glanced over at Precious. “You can go after me and Sam.”

Seated on the edge of the pool, her feet in the water, Uchechi extended her hand and accepted the beer Anna gave her. The blonde also glanced over at Precious and said, “It’s what you get for getting here late.”

Precious shrugged like it was no big deal and returned to her conversation with Christy. The pair of them had indeed arrived only minutes ago, an unusually late arrival given that I’d dropped off Christy before I’d got home.

Either Precious had been delayed and Christy was waiting for her, or more likely, Precious had gone straight to her best friend’s house and they’d been talking about the “Emma” incident.

They weren’t talking about him anymore, discussing something about the Physics syllabus instead, so I tuned them out and focused on turning Helen into a puddle of jello beneath my hands.

By now I was actually wrapping up the end of the massage. I gave so many backrubs I had developed a routine and was winding down to the end. Completing the final set of firm moves, I let up on the pressure and gave pretty much every square inch of Helen’s bare-naked back a gentle caress.

The bright-haired beauty shivered and moaned at that last bit, unexpected as it was for her; the other girls knew I liked to kiss their necks at the end. She remained hunched over, eyes closed and breathing deeply as if in a trance.

I waited patiently, giving her space. This wasn’t the first time one of my backrubs had sent a girl off to a higher plane of existence, and I knew it sometimes took a while for her to come back down to earth.





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The bright-haired beauty shivered and moaned at that last bit, unexpected as it was for her; the other girls knew I liked to kiss their necks at the end. She remained hunched over, eyes closed and breathing deeply as if in a trance. I waited patiently, giving her space. This wasn’t the first time one of my backrubs had sent a girl off to a higher plane of existence, and I knew it sometimes took a while for her to come back down to earth.

A minute doesn’t sound like a long time, but when you actually tick off the seconds one-by-one it can stretch out for an eternity. I was still straddling the suave material, with Helen’s bikini-clad ass pressed back against the half-hard chubby in my trunks. I reclined against the lounger’s backrest and stretched my arms, working out the kinks in my hands and fingers.

It took more than a hundred and twenty ticks for Helen to return from Fantasia. She abruptly inhaled, raising her head and opened her eyes for just a moment before slamming them shut against the sudden brightness of the afternoon sunlight. She blinked rapidly on the second attempt and took a deep breath, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings before glancing back at me as if to confirm she truly was where she thought she was.

“Holy shit, Michael,” Helen breathed, irises aflame.

I smirked, pleased by her response.

“If you can do that to me with just a backrub, how good are you at fucking?”

I blinked in surprise, not sure how to react to that. But then suddenly my eyes got even BIGGER in surprise as Helen launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and mashing her lips onto mine. A second after that, her tongue penetrated my mouth, seeking out mine while she moaned in obvious heat.

I was supremely aware that Helen’s big beautiful breasts were currently pressed against my chest. As part of the backrub, I had unhoEmmad the clasp of her bikini top and slid the straps off her shoulders while she trapped the cups against her own tits for modesty. But both modesty and the bikini top had been forgot when she’d whirled around to kiss me, and I reveled in the idea of having my arms full of Hot, topless female while I let myself kiss Helen back with every ounce of fervor she was giving me.

“Hey, hey, hey! Party foul!” Uchechi howled from somewhere by the pool. I loved the way her Aussie twang made the phrase sound like “pahtty foww”.

The sound of her voice brought me to my senses, and I abruptly broke the kiss. Helen kept going though, gnawing on my neck and then jaw trying to reconnect her lips to mine, finally succeeding a few seconds later.

“Helen!” Uchechi screamed shrilly.

Only then did the gorgeous girl in my arms pull her head back, eyes wild as she stared into mine. Panting heavily, she gawked at me with a mixture of lust and confusion, Hot as hell but not quite in her right mind. Two seconds later, she jerked away to sit back on her knees atop the lounger between my spread legs.

My eyes immediately dropped to her naked chest. Those big jugs swelled and heaved as Helen caught her breath. She felt my gaze and abruptly covered her tits with both arms, but the sight of her round melons with hard, erect nipples had already been committed to memory for the spank bank.

“I’m sorry,” she wheezed, still out of breath. “I don’t know what came over me.”

I smiled at her chest before bringing my eyes back up to hers. “You don’t need to apologize to me.”

She frowned, blinked twice, and shook her head. “No, I need to apologize to them.” She swept her gaze around first to Precious and Christy on the lounge chairs to my left, and then whipped the other way to take in Uchechi, Anna, Chidinma, and Maryam. Everyone was gawking at us.

“Don’t worry about it,” Uchechi offered reassuringly. “It’s happened to all of us at one time or another.”

“At least you just kissed him,” Maryam added in her Ghanaian lilt. “The first time he did that to me, I nearly yanked down his shorts and gave him a Mouth Gig.”

Helen’s eyes immediately dropped to the tent in my swim trunks, my erection big enough that it threatened to peek out above my waistband. Her tongue came out and trailed across her upper lip.

Precious reached out and tapped Helen’s arm, drawing away the bright-haired girl’s attention. “Here,” she offered, holding up Helen’s discarded bikini top.


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