Pool Party Lovin'

Chapter 2

Previously:

I spent the next half hour chatting with my friends, feeling warmed by the alcohol and relaxed by the music. We eventually made our way over to the pool, and I watched as Jessica peeled off her top, her large breasts barely held in by a very skimpy blue bikini. Angela followed shortly after, and I felt several sets of eyes on me from Mike, Tyler, and a few other boys.

As the splashes of my friends jumping into the water sounded in the background, I decided I had to be brave. So I took a deep breath, and pulled my top off and shimmied out of my denim shorts.

As I looked-up, I saw Mike staring at me with a goofy looking grin, and I was tipsy enough that I was able to smile back at him and chuckle at the funny face he was making.

'Wow, Bella," he gushed, his eyes traveling over my body. I flushed from his stare, but I wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment, or from nerves. My stomach felt funny, and little rushes of heat traveled down my spine.

As I made my way over to the pool, I saw him pull his shirt off and stride over to me. I had never noticed before, but his chest was well toned, and his stomach was fairly tight. He clearly spent time in the gym.

He was grinning at me, and jumped straight into the water, splashing everyone still standing by the pool's edge.

"Mike!" I laughed, wiping the water from my eyes. I sat down at the pool's edge, and let myself slide slowly into the water. It was cool, but it felt nice on my skin, which was sweaty from the unusually warm and humid night.

Mike and I splashed around with my other friends, and Ben got out after a while to bring Angela and I more drinks. I probably was on my third or fourth, but I had stopped counting and was just enjoying the buzz. Angela was also a bit drunk, and she accidentally spilled the entire contents of her drink into the water.

Mike put his head on my shoulder from behind, looking at the others with amusement. "I see the you finally loosened up just a little, huh?"

The alcohol was burning its way through my system, and my head felt fuzzy and heavy. Mike's body was warm, and felt nice against my skin which had turned cold and pebbled from the cool water of the pool.

I leaned back against his chest, and he looked at me seriously, his face only a few inches from mine, and i felt one of his hands land on my hip. The warmth of it felt nice, and when he slipped one of his fingers into the side string of the bikini I didn't stop him.

I slowly turned around to face him, the side of my body rubbing along his, and his finger, which had been inside the string on one of my hips, was now underneath the back of my suit, resting on one of my butt cheeks.

Not really comprehending my actions, and observing them as though they were someone else's, I watched as my hands made their way up Mike's chest, and splay openly against his upper body. Mike's eyes, which had been focused on my cleavage, slowly rose up to meet mine.

I am not sure what he saw there, but he slowly moved his face closer to mine, until barely an inch was separating us. I could feel his warm breath on my nose and lips, and his blue eyes were burning into mine.

"Bella?" he asked, uncertain, as if wondering what I was doing. Never before had I given him any reason to think anything would ever happen between us.

I looked up, meeting his eyes, and trapped my bottom lip with my teeth. My right hand rose further, caressing up his chest, and slowly wrapped itself around his neck.

This was all Mike needed; with a slow moan, he moved his face in towards mine, and his lips came into contact with my own. The warmth felt unfamiliar to me; I was used to cool, marble kisses. Not soft, warm ones, with lips that shaped themselves to mine. Somewhere in my befuddled mind, I realized I was kissing Mike Newton,at a pool party with about fifty other kids from my high school. But I couldn't find it in me to care, as my other hand came up to wrap around Mikes neck and grip his hair, tugging him closer to me.

Our bodies flushed together, and I felt the warmth of him along my skin. His arousal was evident, and was pushing up his shorts and was trapped up against my stomach between us, the bottom of it pressing right up against the apex of my thighs, where it ignited a powerful desire in my veins.

I let out a breathy moan, and Mike's mouth opened, and I felt his tongue against my lips, demanding entrance; I opened my mouth in response, and our tongues began a slow dance, tangling themselves together, as I felt Mike's hands moving on my back, gripping me against him.

We continued our kissing, both of us getting hotter, and our hands were now roaming on each others backs; his went lower, and I felt him squeezing my butt under the water. I moaned into him, pressing my pelvis into his erection, and he almost jumped in surprise as he groaned into my mouth. I felt his hips pressing upwards against me, giving me delicious friction against my now very overheated core.

Without another word, Mike pulled back from our kiss, gave me a very heated look, and took my hand and led me silently to the side of the pool and out. I followed along in a sort of amped-up trance, suddenly very cold from leaving the water. Mike grabbed his towel from the ground, wrapped it around me, and led me into his house.

Following him in my stuporous daze, we were climbing the stairs and were suddenly in his room. The door closed, and Mike turned towards me, his hands coming up and framing my face.

"Bella, I have wanted you for so long. You are so fucking beautiful," Mike said to me, his voice a forceful whisper.

The rational side of me was questioning what I was doing, but the drunk side - the side that was done with being a zombie and would wait for Edward no longer - pulled him to me for a kiss. He gasped into my mouth as my hands began to roam his body, and I slipped my hands underneath the back of his suit and squeezed his backside. It was warm, and flexed under my fingers, and I liked the feel of his smooth flesh.

Groaning now, he pulled me, still locked with my lips in a feverish kiss, over to his bed. We both fell onto it, with his weight pressing down on me, and his hard arousal again pressing where I wanted it most. Heat flared in my core, sending light jolts of fire through my body. His hands came up, and began to roam on my chest, leaving me a panting mess. His mouth was kissing my jawline, my neck, my breastbone, and his hands made short work of my bikini top.

He sat back on his knees, looking down on me as he removed my top. My nipples were hard, and jutting outwards and demanding attention. My breath was coming in short gasps, and I stared up at Mike as he looked down on my exposed chest.

"So fucking beautiful, Bella," Mike moaned, before latching onto one of my hardened peaks with his mouth.

I gasped in response, clutching him to me tightly. His other hand came up and began working my other breast, teasing my nipple and pinching it on occasion. I was panting now, loving the sensations he was eliciting in me. My body was suddenly my new best friend.

After a few minutes of this delicious torture, Mike was again kissing me, his tongue slowly working against mine, and his hands were roaming against the bare skin of my stomach, and down my thighs. My hips were rising off the bed, and my arousal was thick and heavy in my bikini bottoms, and I suddenly wanted them off. My core was throbbing, and I wanted his hands on me.

His hands made circles on my stomach, closer and closer to where I wanted them. I let my own hands, which had been in his hair, wander down his chest and to his swimming trunks. I let my fingers lightly wander over the prominent bulge that had made me feel so good before, and Mike let out a breathy moan. He began muttering under his breath as I stroked him over his shorts, letting my hands explore up and down his length through the thin briefs. His hands continued to wander towards their goal, until finally he let his fingertips run lightly over my bikini covered sex.

My body convulsed as his fingers trailed through my soaking bottoms, and he pressed lightly right at my apex, and lightly teased around my entrance, pushing the fabric into my wet core with his hand as his pinky finger worked around the edges of my bikini bottoms, just tickling the edge of my mound. I was moaning loudly now, the fire in my body shedding me of all my previous inhibitions.

My hands began moving on him faster, pressing and pulling his length through his trunks. I wanted to feel him, hold him in my hand, stroke him to pleasure. I wanted his shorts gone and him pressing into me again with that delicious hardness. I began pushing at his shorts, and he helped me by lifting his hips and sliding them down his legs. When they were past his knees I used my feet to push his shorts the rest of the way off his legs.

As they hit the floor, my hand came around from his backside and grasped his length, and I felt him exhale loudly into my shoulder as I ran my hand up and down, first lightly with my fingertips, and then wrapping my fingers around him and stroking him in a steady rhythm. Long lost conversations with my mother, and things overheard in locker rooms came back to me, and I altered my pressure and tried twisting my wrist to give him different sensations. I turned slightly towards him, allowing me to use my other hand to grasp and roll his balls. He seemed to like this, as moaned out my name in a grunting gasp.

I spread the fluid I felt at his tip up the sides of his shaft, concentrating pressure under the head. As I fondled his swollen testicles, I felt them tighten up and pull in towards his body.

"Oh, fuck Bella, slow down. Its too good, I don't want to cum yet," panted Mike. As I removed my hand from his balls, and slowed down my stroking, I felt him pull the strings from my bottoms and lift them away. He sat back, knees bent under my thighs, and I watched as his hungry eyes wandered down my now fully exposed body. My core was fully open to his dark gaze, wetness pooling there and soaking my curls, and my musky scent was hanging heavy in the air. I should have felt shy, but the heat in my center had robbed me of my shyness, and I spread my legs wider for him, grasping his hand and pulling it towards my aching sex. He watched with with big eyes as I drew his hand to my triangle, making clear what I wanted.

My hips flew off the bed as he let his fingers dip shallowly through my folds, up through my curls, and back down towards the bottom of my sex. It felt so good, and he soon was teasing my nub with his thumb as his fingers began to dip into my entrance, as he sat back on his heels and watched me get off on his hand. His face wore a goofy expression of wonder and lust, and I stopped stroking him for a moment and pulled him back down beside me for a wet, slow kiss. Our tongues danced slowly together, stoking the fire building in me, as his fingers thoroughly explored the area between my legs.

"You are so wet and soft, Bella. And you smell so good," he murmured as he kissed my shoulder, my neck, the curve of my breasts."So sweet. So beautiful. Oh Bella, you are so perfect,". Mike's soft words and talented hands inflamed me further, and I felt a tight coiling beginning in my belly, radiating outward from where his fingers where stroking me so deliciously. He was dipping several fingers in me now, thrusting them into me boldly, and his thumb continued to circle, faster and harder, against my nub.

My breath was coming in short gasps now, and my hand was again on him, and began moving faster on his shaft. I looked down and watched my hand as it moved on him, up and down, and the swollen, purple head was leaking more liquid. I rubbed my thumb over the weeping tip, and he shuddered every time I did. He also seemed to like it when I tugged on his balls on the upstrokes, and my motion increased further as I felt him now plunging his fingers into me at a steady rhythm.

I again used my other hand to roll his tight sack, increasing my stroking at the same time. My arm was getting tired, but I liked the feeling of power I got from making him feel good. I stroked him even faster, fanning the underside of his sensitive sack with my left hand and rolling the tight nuts back and forth.

"Oh Bella, shit, I am going to come soon. I want you to come first, Bella. So beautiful, come for me Bella," Mike panted out in breathy, disjointed speech, as his fingers plunged into my core, making squishing and sucking sounds. which were as loud as my panted breathing.

His words pushed me right over the edge, and I felt my orgasm coming now, and my hand began to tug harder and faster on Mikes penis, and as I began to feel the first wave crashing over me Mike suddenly let out a loud grunt and he spasmed in my hand, and I watched as streams of white fluid erupted from his pearly tip in four long, wet spurts, that landed on my hand and his belly and my thighs. I clenched down on his fingers, riding out my own release, my voice keening it's approval without my permission.

I clenched my thighs together, trapping Mike's hand against me as I rode out my orgasm. My hands slowed on him, and his panting began to slow. He turned to me, and gave me a slow, wet kiss, as his hands came back up and rubbed my sides and bottom.

"Damn, Bella, you are so amazing. i knew you would be. I always knew it," he exclaimed, slowly showering my face, nose, and chin with kisses. I felt too glorious in the afterglow to be worried about later, or tomorrow, so I turned towards him, snuggling my head into the crook of his shoulder and hugged him close, reveling in the warmth of his body. He continued kissing me softly, whispering words to me.

Mike continued rubbing his hands over my backside, along my cleft, and back to my dripping sex from behind. His actions was stoking the fire in me again, and I let me hands wander over his chest and down to his penis, which was hard and standing at attention again. From somewhere deep in my brain this might have surprised me, as I had heard so often about men needing 'recovery time', but my thoughts had long since been rendered incoherent, and I happily began stroking him again as I kissed down his chest, kissing and sucking his nipples.

His hands were working me again, rubbing up and down through my soaking folds, plunging into me entrance, and causing my hips to roll in circles. I continued kissing down his body, until I was suddenly only inches from his twitching member. This was my first really good look at a man's anatomy, and I liked the feel of it in my hand. It made me feel powerful, being able to make him react like this.

Feeling brave, I placed a wet, sloppy kiss right on the purple tip, which caused a loud groan from Mike. I liked the flavor of him, tangy and salty but also a little sweet. I let my tongue roll over the gaping slit, and put him in my mouth, sucking lightly on the ridge along his cap, making sure to keep my teeth away from his sensitive flesh.

I felt Mike pulling my legs around, and I looked back over my shoulder to see my thighs now spread wide, one on each side of his head, with Mike laying on his back between them. He awkwardly grabbed a pillow, shoving it underneath his neck, which raised his mouth up directly to my slit, which he now attacked with his tongue. I moaned loudly at the contact, enjoying the new sensations as he lapped and sucked on me. One part of my mind cataloged that I had absolutely no sexual experience before tonight, and I was now in a 69 position with Mike Newton! But, as before, it felt too good so I paid little attention to that part of my brain.

I turned my attention back to his throbbing erection, using my hands and mouth in combination to suck, roll and fondle everything I could reach. We continued like this, both pleasuring each other, until I felt my orgasm coming again, coiling through my abdomen, and spreading down my legs, causing them to shake uncontrollably. My thighs locked tighter around his head as I crashed over the edge, and I sucked him as deep as I could, feeling him slide down my throat so far that I had to breathe through my nose. One of my hands pulled on his balls while the other scratched and squeezed his backside, and soon I felt him expand and throb. Suddenly, he let out a loud groan, and I felt him releasing in my throat, throbbing wet and hot, his fluid filling my mouth.

I tried to swallow everything he had, while reveling in the aftershocks of my own powerful climax. After a few moments, the spurting and twitching in my mouth stopped. With a soft pop, I released his erection from my mouth, a small trace of his release dripping down the corner of my mouth. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and I lifted my leg clear over his head and climbed back up next to him, laying alongside him with my leg draped over his thighs, my knee pressing against his now softening penis.

"Jesus, Bella, that was amazing. I've never felt anything like that, " Mike said. I looked up at him, and kissed him softly on the chin, smiling and sighing my agreement.

Mike looked down at my upturned face, a happy grin splitting his face wide. He looked exuberant, and he played softly with my hair as he stared at me, mumbling softly.

As I slowly drifted off, I felt more relaxed than I had in a long time. And the last thought that reached me before my consciousness slipped away to the land of dreams was ... I feel free

A/N - Several requests to continue this one - and I do have an epilogue written - its pretty funny; she does meet Edward again, a few months later - not sure if I will clean it up soon, but eventually will be posted.