Every summer, a couple weeks after school was out, my friend Joyce would throw a big pool party during the week her parents went to their time share in Mexico. As we said goodbye on the last day of school, Joyce told me not to forget her pool party and that she would email me the details so I could make sure I made it. I honestly looked forward to that pool party every year because it gave me a chance to see all the hottest girls in school in their bikinis, drenched and soaking wet, running around and jumping in and climbing out of the pool. It was always no boys – just the girls having fun, drinking a little, talking, laughing, and making lots of lesbian jokes and references though as far as everyone knew, we were all straight and into boys, though by then I knew my “fake” lesbian flirting was very genuine. When I arrived at Joyce’s house, I didn’t see any cars, didn’t hear any shouting or splashing. I almost thought I got the date wrong or something. I decided to double-check just in case and went around the house through the side gate. As I rounded the corner into the backyard, to my surprise, the yard was totally empty except for Joyce who was lounging on one of the chairs, her tan skin glistening in the heat and the sun. As soon as she saw me, she jumped out of her chair, gasping, “You made it!” and coming towards me. Her beautiful, long dark hair flowed behind her as even behind her sunglasses, her pretty Asian features caught my eye. My glance moved down to her big pretty smile, then quickly locked on to her perky C-cup breasts, constrained in her pretty white bikini top with metal strap accents, forming very sexy cleavage. She must have recently been in the water because I could make out the outline of her nipples under the white top. As fixated as my glance was, I managed to look down and take in the sight of her pink little hipster bottoms that tied on the side in big bows, the bows swaying with her hips as she walked towards me. “Where is everyone?” I asked, puzzled. “Did I get the time wrong?” Joyce finally stood before me, reaching her petite hand out to grab mine, and without hesitation, pulled me in just far enough, tilted her head, and gently pressed her pretty, soft lips against mine. It was just a peck but long and strong enough for me to know its intention. Joyce pulled back from the kiss just a little, our noses still almost touching as she smirked a bit and said, “No, this year I want it to be just you and me.”
