3:35 PM
At Adriano's house
We got to Adriano's place quick. I'd never been inside before. As soon as we went through the front gate, I came face to face with this huge pool, crystal-clear water sparkling in the afternoon sun. The spot was discreet luxury at its finest: impeccable lawn, comfy lounge chairs set up around it, and a rustic stone grill off in the corner. Right across from the pool was the house, modern architecture, elegant with these big glass windows reflecting the blue sky and the green garden.
"You know Gabriel, right?" Diego asked, nodding toward the kid leaning against the pool edge.
Truth is, we only knew each other by sight. I knew he was Adriano's little brother. I'd seen him a few times at Diego's house during those FIFA tournaments on the console. My cousin's place would get packed with people—cousins, friends—and Adriano and Gabriel always showed up. But I'd never exchanged more than a "hey" with the boy.
He was 17, skinny, pale skin, straight blond hair falling almost to his shoulders. Easy smile, the kind that shows off perfect teeth, and light eyes that sized me up the second he saw me. He didn't hide it. Didn't even try.
Adriano showed up right after with some cold beers in hand. Handed one to each of us and sat next to me on the pool edge, legs in the water. Diego stayed on my other side, more chill, but I could feel his eyes on me the whole time.
I was in a black bikini: ties at the neck and sides of the bottoms, a real thong dug deep into my ass, half my cheeks hanging out. The top was tight, hugging my tits, nipples already hard from the cool breeze and the nerves. I felt beautiful. Powerful. Fucking hot as hell. And they weren't hiding their stares one bit.
Adriano was the worst—or the best—staring straight at my tits, then down to my crotch, then realizing I had a face. He'd smirk sideways every time I crossed my legs or flipped my hair. Gabriel was shyer, but no less intense. He'd stare at me for a few seconds, look away blushing, then right back. I loved it. Loved knowing both of them were eating me up with their eyes.
Of course, I was already picturing what was gonna go down. Diego had mentioned a challenge, and the way he looked at me before we left his place, I knew it wasn't gonna be just chit-chat and beers. And honestly? Gabriel was too damn cute. Skinny with that naughty-boy face! Hooking up with him wouldn't be any sacrifice. Quite the opposite. Just thinking about it had my pussy throbbing lightly inside my bikini.
This whole challenge thing, being his little slut who does whatever he says, was new. I felt weird about it, but at the same time, I liked it. It messed with my body and scrambled my head in this strange way I couldn't explain. Ever since the last time I went along with it and did all that shit, I felt kinda hooked on the idea.
There by the pool, I took a long swig of the cold beer, feeling it slide icy down my throat, and looked at Diego. He grinned that way that drives me crazy: half predator, half proud.
"Ready for your first challenge, little slut?" he asked low, just for me to hear.
My heart pounded.
I swallowed hard, but smiled back, already wet before anything even happened.
"Hit me with it." I said, trying to sound confident. But dying of nerves inside.
Diego scooted right up close, his body pressed against my back, mouth brushing my ear as he whispered low, just for me:
"I wanna see you teasing Gabriel. Jump in the pool and grind on him like you did in the pool at my place with that boyfriend of yours. That's your first challenge. Do it for me?"
My whole body shivered. I glanced at him sideways, bit my lip, and nodded slow. He grinned satisfied, gave my ass a light smack under the water, and pulled back a bit, standing on the edge, watching everything.
I saw Diego say something quick to Gabriel. Didn't hear what, but the kid didn't waste time: jumped in the pool right away and swam straight to me, eyes locked on mine.
When he got close, he took the lead without even asking. Grabbed me by the waist with both hands, pulled me against his body, and came in kissing me. Hot kiss, hungry, tongue shoving into my mouth without permission. He kissed damn good, with real want, nipping my lip lightly, sucking my tongue. I got turned on right away, pussy throbbing in my bikini.
"Fuck, Rafa... I've been crazy about you since the first time I saw you," he whispered between kisses, voice rough with lust.
I started grinding on him under the water, feeling his hard dick rubbing against my thigh, pressing hard. He untied my bikini top with ridiculous ease, let my tits float free in the water, and attacked my nipples with his mouth. Sucked hard, switching between them, nibbling lightly while I moaned soft and pressed tighter against him, legs wrapped around his.
I slipped my hand into his swim trunks, pulled his dick out, and started jerking him off real slow, feeling it pulse in my hand. We kept kissing nonstop, water splashing around us, wet sounds mixing with our muffled moans.
Then I turned my back to him, arched my ass, and started rubbing against his dick. I fucking loved doing that: feeling a thick head teasing my pussy entrance, spreading my lips over the fabric of my bikini bottoms. I was facing where Diego was on the pool edge, watching everything with that possessive stare that drives me wild. I kept my eyes on him the whole time, wanting him to see every move, every grind, every little moan that slipped out.
I rubbed slow, then faster, until my bikini bottoms slid to the side on their own and his dick slid in all at once. He groaned loud in my ear and started thrusting slow, holding my waist under the water. I pushed my hips back, making him go all in, feeling every inch stretch me, fill me up. The water made the rhythm a bit tricky, but it made everything slower, tastier, more torturous.
But even with Gabriel's dick fucking me good, I couldn't stop seeking out Diego with my eyes. It was for him I was really grinding. It was his stare that made me moan louder, knowing he was watching that got me even wetter. Truth is, that's what he wanted: to see me being a slut for another guy, but still being his.
Diego came closer to the edge, arms propped up, looking at me with that face like he owned everything.
"Get out of the water, Rafa. Come here."
To be continued...