Bottomless Pool Day

The last time I ran naked across the yard, I was too young to form memories.

Today, I’m turning 18, and the stakes are a lot higher. My father’s friends are my audience.

And a wardrobe malfunction that leaves me bare in front of them all.

My dad just stood there and watched. He didn’t stop them from looking. That’s when I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I’m no longer their friend’s innocent little girl. I’m a woman, and I’m about to make every single one beg for a taste.

THE LAST TIME I ran naked across the yard and had such an enthusiastic audience, I was too young to form any memories. It was something I was told I loved to do when I was a baby, and everyone agreed it was extremely adorable.

Today I am turning 18. I am an adult.

I could have dived back and kept my shame to the bare minimum. But my feet were already on the tiles next to the pool. I was marching toward the group before I felt the strange feeling of freedom below my waist. The breeze hit my twat bare, and I froze. I looked down, and sure, there it was, my freshly shaved pussy dripping pool water over my toes.

I lifted my head. My eyes met the hungry eyes of the guys. I turned to the pool and saw my bottoms lazily gliding on top of the water. Like sharks, two men, my uncle Sam and his best bud Buddy, circled around the black summer swimming attire.

Their eyes were unblinking. My uncle was kind of trying to hide that he was ogling my exposed lower half, while Buddy was liking his lips. I doubted I would be allowed to get my bikini if I jumped. If anything, going back in the water probably meant Buddy’s grubby hand groping my ass.

The other choice was to run. But the guys were blocking the only entrance to the house. They were most likely going to let me inside and giggle after me, but there was a small chance that they would just stop me.

I imagined it. My frail, eighteen-year-old body, wet and shivering inside their group. Weak, a victim, a prey—just a piece of meat to be taken right there and there and be devoured.

In a moment of crystal clear clarity, I discovered that I actually had another choice.