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“What, no boyfriend today?” Rebecca asked Michelle, her expressive face a mask of sincere concern. The blonde had been lounging lazily on one of the chairs by the community pool, wearing the same tiny green bikini that she’d wore the first time they met. Once she saw Michelle walk through the gate she had excitedly sprung up in the chair, greeting the brunette with a hug that one might have expected from lifelong friends, not two women who only met a few weeks prior.”No, he’s working today. And tonight he’s gotta go play wing man for his stupid single friend,” Michelle replied, setting her towel down in the adjacent chair. Rebecca frowned, “Oh pooh. That boy of yours is eye candy.” Michelle blushed a little. She had brought Leman down to the pool the previous weekend and he’d had an opportunity to meet her new friend, the single mother with the body that would have been more at home on a college cheerleader than someone with two rug rats running around the pool screaming their heads off. She had definitely caught the two checking each other out, something that gave her mixed feelings of pride, jealousy, and.. curiosity even? Considering the trajectory their sex lives had taken lately it seemed that the world was just full of interesting and sometimes terrifying possibilities. Of course, she had other distractions that day as well..“Besides,” Rebecca continued, “I need him here to distract you from your other boyfriend. I‘ll never have a chance against those legs of yours.” With that, she cocked her head over at the young lifeguard who was sitting in his nearby chair. He was glancing around the pool, trying to appear nonchalant, but Michelle knew he was glancing her way. She had been terrified that first trip here with Leman, having no idea what might happen. She had told no one about her brief oral tryst with the lifeguard in the pool bathroom the previous week, and though she had sworn him to secrecy she still was mortified at the possibility that he might somehow reveal their secret. As it turned out, she appeared to have worried for nothing. Other than a few times that she caught him staring at her, the young man gave no other indication of their forbidden history. “Wow, you really ARE blushing now!” the blonde taunted, before looking more intently at Michelle. Her voice dropped a little and became serious, though her face was still a mask of pleasant surprise. “You fucked him, didn’t you? That day we met when I had to leave early, you fucked the pool boy!”“No!” Michelle stammered quickly, her heart leaping into her chest. She recovered and said, “For God’s sake Rebecca, I’d get arrested for something like that! Besides, you’re the single one, I thought you were gonna give him the Misses Robinson treatment now that you don’t have the kids for the week.” She wagged her head and stuck her tongue out, taunting her friend and hoping she was being convincing. Rebecca let the look linger a bit and then dropped it. Michelle had a feeling that her reply had been less than convincing. Thankfully, the blonde turned away and looked appreciatively back at the young man sunning at the opposite end of the pool. “Well,” she started “If you didn’t fuck him you had your chance. Mommy has needs.” With that, the blonde adjusted the fabric of her bikini top, exposing her ample (fake, but a great job) cleavage as she lay back in the chair on display, mugging seductively in the young man‘s direction. She held the pose for a moment until the lifeguard got busted looking her up. Immediately Rebecca broke into a giggle, curling up doubled over in the chair, her breasts jiggling all the more for the effort . Her laugh was infectious and soon both girls were laughing, although Michelle’s perspective on the joke was deeper than her friend possibly knew. She made brief eye contact with the lifeguard and a knowing exchange occurred between the two, that kind of look that only two people who shared a very naughty secret could know.She still remembered it. The oppressive heat of the small, dark room. The buzz of the flickering single bulb overhead the ambience to the sounds of wet sucking and soft moans. The way the concrete bit painfully into her knees. The taste and hardness of his eager penis as it punched into the back of her throat. The smell of their sweat and desire, and the rank, damp odor of the bathroom. It had been shameful, wrong. A mistake made by too much sun, alcohol, and misplaced lust. And yet, just thinking about it Michelle squeezed her thighs together involuntarily, feeling the wetness therein at the memory.Recovering from her laughing fit, Rebecca Anadolu Yakası Escort reached for a large plastic thermos and poured some liquid into a solo cup that she just happened to have an extra of. She handed the cup to Michelle who drank hesitantly at first, her eyes widening as the strength of the alcohol inside became apparent.“Margarita. My recipe. I might have gone a little heavy on the tequila but with the kids gone I have to get while I can!” said the blonde. “So how did you score another day off?”“They keep closing my office during renovations. Something to do with asbestos this time. I’m supposed to be working from home but I made it a point to get all caught up before hand so…” She gestured around at the pool, taking another sip of the drink. It was quite delicious.“Oh good! Well since you’re boyfriend-less today that means we can have girl time! You have no idea how refreshing it is to talk to someone whose major concern isn’t a cartoon character.”Michelle laughed in reply, although as someone who didn’t have or particularly want children, she was thankful that it was a lament she couldn’t really relate to. Changing the subject slightly she complemented, “Damn girl, you look great. Still doing the personal training?”“Uh-huh,” Rebecca replied, the words echoing as she spoke into her own upturned cup of margarita. “Todd’s been tearing my ass up.” Both girls laughed a little at the presumably unintended double entendre about her personal trainer. “Well you might have to hook me up. My routine isn’t cutting it anymore,” Michelle lamented. She looked down at her body, clad in a white, fashionable and expensive bikini. Of course she looked fantastic, she always had. Long, shapely legs to die for. A flat, sexy belly. Tits that, while not quite the size of her friend’s, were very real and very perky at her thirty-one years of age. And she worked hard to maintain it, too. Still, there was always room for improvement and always room to fight harder against the pull of gravity. Especially when you on occasion were being seen naked by people who had been strangers moments before. She and her boyfriend still had another “date” set up for the future with their new ‘friends’ Rick and Allison, and while body image issues were hardly the main reason for her reluctance to schedule it, they were at least one consideration.“Hey, if I give a referral we both get a discount. I’ll set it up! You’ll like Todd. He’s a bastard but he gets results.” “I’ll bet he does,” Michelle fired back. Becky giggled again and waved off the comment.“Ah, he’s not really my type. Nice body but too old for me. I like ‘em young,” she said and again wiggled her chest invitingly in the direction of the lifeguard who actually saw the motion this time and did a double take. ‘He’s gonna think he’s won the lottery twice,’ Michelle thought, shaking her head and laughing before taking another drink of the margarita, feeling the slow burn of the alcohol warming her up and relaxing her. This was going to be a good day indeed..———————————It wasn’t Rebecca’s kids or rain that cut the day short this time, as neither of those elements were present to spoil their good time. Rebecca and Michelle stayed at the pool for a few hours, tanning their bodies and getting to know each other better. The blonde still taunted the pool boy half-seriously and Chelle still blushed each time she did it and worried that her secret would be found out. Still, he never came and spoke to them or gave any other indication that their secret was anything but safe.’Good for him,’ she thought. ‘Discretion is a nice trait in a young man.’ No, in the end, it was the empty thermos of Margaritas that prompted a change of venue. Rebecca held it upside down and frowned as the last few drops hit the concrete ground and immediately evaporated in the heat. “Party’s over,” she said. “I guess I need to go call my ex’s house and check on the kids anyway,” she said with a scowl that suggested the effort was the absolute last thing she wanted to do. “Bastard probably has them with the sitter anyway. He fought for visitation in court and then spends every week he gets playing golf instead.” She shook her head at the thought and Michelle frowned sympathetically, again glad that it wasn’t a situation she could relate to.“Anyway,” continued the blonde “why don’t you come over to my place in a bit? I’ve got some wine and maybe I could try and remember how to cook something other than macaroni and cheese?” Michelle smiled at the thought. “Sure! When, say Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan and hour or two?”Rebecca was gathering her things quickly as she spoke, hefting her beach bag over her shoulder in a practiced move. The effort caused her golden hair to swing and fall about her shoulders in a way that struck Michelle as undeniably sexy. As a matter of fact, Michelle had been horny the entire day between the innuendos with the lifeguard and her stolen glances at her new friend’s sexy body displayed so wantonly in her tiny green bikini. Well, and the alcohol. There was that too. But Michelle had to admit to herself that she was way oversexed lately, ever since the day with Eric and the sex tape she and her boyfriend had made. The pending four-way with Allison and Rick had given her cause to accept that she was soon going to be experimenting with another woman for the first time. The thought was both terrifying and intriguing but she had also found herself sizing up other women in a way that had never been a part of her thought process.Women like her new friend Becky, for example. “Sure, see you then,” Rebecca said, her blue eyes shining, her freckled face beaming at the thought of an evening of adult conversation with her new friend. Before Michelle realized it was happening, the blonde leaned over and pecker her on the cheek. It was a simple gesture between friends, but for a reason she couldn’t quite put her finger on, it excited her. As she started to pack her own things up, Michelle could not help but stare at the blonde as she sashayed out of the pool area.———————————Michelle felt kind of silly getting ready for her trip to her friends house. After a long hot shower in which she shaved her legs (again) and most of her pubic hair, save the tiny landing strip her boyfriend liked, she stood in front of her closet agonizing over an outfit and reflected that she was preparing for a simple night with a friend as if it were a first date or something!She told herself that she just wanted to look her best in front of her friend who was herself quite a looker. There was an alpha female quality about Michelle, who had been told she was beautiful her whole life and had eventually come to accept it as fact. Rebecca was a year younger than her and was a mother of two kids. Chelle had to keep up. She decided, looking at her naked body in the full-length bedroom mirror, that she would take her friend up on the offer about the personal trainer. Michelle finally decided on a pair of red panties and no bra, as it wouldn’t have looked right with the simple black dress she picked out. Pulling it on, she smiled at the way it clung to her curves, spinning around in the mirror to admire the way her ass looked as it pushed gently against the fabric. Trying to justify all this attention for just a simple trip to her friend’s house, she reflected that there was a devil-may-care quality about Rebecca that gave Michelle the impression that truly anything might spontaneously happen when she went over. Hell, for all the talk about how lonely she had been lately, Michelle wouldn’t have been that surprised to show up and find that she’d invited the pool lifeguard! The thought sort of scared her: she was still worried about that secret getting out and she certainly wasn’t going to risk another fling with him.But if such a situation arose, shouldn’t she at least look her best? Tease him a little and then turn him down?’Oh Lord, girl, you do still have a boyfriend you know.’ The thought reminded her to check her phone. There was indeed a message from Leman, describing his plans to leave soon with his friend. The idea brought with it a bit of jealousy. With the way things had been between them; swinging, swapping, banging exes (ok, well that had just been her, but still..) what would hold him back if he did meet some slut out there while playing wingman?Michelle tried to push the thoughts out of her mind and sent him a nice, supportive, love-you-baby-get-home-safe text in reply. She told herself that she was probably to blame for her own jealousy. Having seen how easily she gave in to temptation lately, what made her previously faithful and supportive boyfriend any different?Was she really becoming some sort of wanton slut, or was the only difference between faithfulness and infidelity simply opportunity?———————————Later that night, looking down at the blonde head between her trembling, naked thighs, her body experiencing a kind of pleasure she’d never imagined, Michelle Escort Anadolu Yakası would think briefly of that same question and decide that, at this time and for her at least, the answer didn’t really matter.———————————Rebecca answered the door looking very cute in a simple green blouse and white shorts that contrasted nicely against her tanned skin. Her hair was still kinky-wet from the shower and she wore little makeup, which actually helped the freckles on her younger-looking face stand out. She looked at Michelle and her eyes got wide, a sign which made the brunette worry that she had overdressed, as she feared. “Don’t you look sexy! And that’s coming from someone who’s only seen you in a bikini.” said Rebecca with a laugh, inviting Michelle inside and taking the bottle of wine that she had brought with her before examining the label with approval and turning to walk away from the front room. “I’ve got a bottle open already but I think we can manage more than one tonight. Come on in to the kitchen, I’ll give ya the tour in a little bit.” Michelle followed, looking around at the house. Rebecca clearly must have done well in her divorce as the house was huge, especially considering it was technically in the same neighborhood as her much more modest one. ‘I bet she doesn’t have her own private film studio, though,’ she thought and almost giggled. She continued to the kitchen, where Rebecca handed her a glass of red wine in an over-sized glass before clinking their glasses together.“To new friends,” she said, with a very sincere look. Michelle smiled back and took a taste. It was delicious, and probably as expensive as the other things in the house. The two stayed in the kitchen, each occupying a bar stool and drinking wine from a bottle that Rebecca liberally refilled as they spoke. “Chelle darlin’, I was going to surprise you by having the pool boy here tied up with a big ribbon when you came over but I figured it would be bad to scare you off your first time as a guest.”Michelle laughed aloud at this even though she was a little mortified inside. It was like Rebecca had been reading her thoughts from earlier. She was about to say something and the blonde apparently picked up on the look on her face, although the follow-up question wasn’t what she expected.“I’m sorry, do people call you ‘Chelle? For short I mean. It just sorta came out.” Somewhat relieved at avoiding more lifeguard questions, she replied, “Yeah. My boyfriend and some of my friends. Some days I like it. Others..”“Let me guess, your family called you that growing up and when you go to high school you decided it wasn’t mature enough so you went back to your full name, even though no one at home ever called you anything else.” Michelle smiled at her new friend’s insight, “Actually, it was junior high for me, but yeah. How about you? You must get called Becky, right?”The blonde gave an exaggerated nod and listed, “Becky, Becca, Becks, I’ve gotten em all. I went through the same thing you did. I guess all girls do. But once I had my kids? I started realizing that I liked the younger sounding versions a lot more than the definite article.”“So what do I call you Becky then?” The blonde refilled their glasses and grinned, “Call me anything but sober!”———————————The girl talk continued through the first bottle and well into the second before Becky got around to showing Chelle the rest of the house. The brunette listened as her new friend described all of the various rooms and furnishings, and there was a slight edge of contempt as she realized that there were still some painful memories of her divorce associated with them. To her credit, Becky didn’t dwell very long on anything in particular, always coming up with a quick quip before moving on. The tour ended on the back patio with the best feature of the home: an amazing Jacuzzi hot tub sank into the marble-tiled walkway. The back yard was surrounded with a high privacy fence and soft, intimate lighting illuminated the immediate area without calling attention to it. Steam rose in small wisps from the heated water. It was a warm evening, but the tub looked extremely inviting. Michelle suddenly realized to her regret that she hadn’t brought a bathing suit.. And they had just been at the pool!She was turning to say something to Becky about this when she was suddenly hit in the face with something that obscured her vision. Panicking a little, she reached for it and discovered that it was the green blouse the blonde had been wearing. Chelle looked up and saw her new friend standing topless as she unbuttoned her pants.“Well what are you waiting for?” she said with a grin as the shorts slid down, and Rebecca stood in a pair of barely-there white panties. She turned away before Chelle could offer protest and turned the tub’s timer on, activating the powerful jets in the pool and churning the water into a swirling maelstrom.