Amelia

 

As I looked down at the blank page before me, I could hear the clock ticking on the wall in front of me. How in the hell was I supposed to write a four-page paper about what I did over my Christmas vacation last year and my plans for this year’s Christmas vacation and turn it in to my English teacher? Oh, I wondered what part she would like best, the fact that I was drunk off my ass for most of the trip, the fact that I had lost my virginity, or the fact that my second, amazing sexual encounter came the very next night while I played amateur Hustler photographer. Who knows? Maybe she was the kind of lady that would have liked the part about my cousin Tori grabbing my crotch under the table the best. Anyway, all I could think of was Stephanie and the fun we had. Just as an idea popped into my head to make up an entirely useless story about family fun over last year’s Christmas vacation, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and looked to find my old friend Robbie.

        “Hey, you going to the choir Christmas party?’ he whispered, trying not to draw attention to the fact that we were committing the unbelievable sin of speaking while we were in class during a writing assignment.

        “I’m not sure if I am or not,” I answered. “I’m a little embarrassed about it being a pool party and all, you know.”

        “I have two words to say to you, my friend,” Robbie said with a smile, “bathing suits.”

        I sat motionless and quiet for a moment as I thought about it. “Well, since you put it that way-”

        “Would you two care to share you conversation with the rest of the class?” a sharp voice called out.

  “Uh, no thank you,” I said, sarcastically, “I’d prefer not to.”

The silence of the classroom burst into a bit of laughter and a subtle defiance that would not have been so funny were it in another room, but here in Mrs. K’s class (she hated when we called her Mrs. K), well, I was soon on my way up to the dean’s office. Good old Dean Sato, I thought as I was slowly making my way up to the school’s administration building. Eighth grade, and here I am being marched up to the office for a snotty retort to a stupid question. Well, at least they hadn’t busted me for drinking peppermint schnapps in the bathroom almost every day. Whoops! Did I say that out loud?

As I absent-mindedly made my way around the corner of the English building on my way up to the office, I was startled to find my friend Eric’s younger sister standing in front of me. Amelia was a tiny little thing, even for a seventh-grader. Her skin was a beautiful tan, her Philippine heritage showed on her face with such beauty. She had long brown strands and the tightest little body. My eyes quickly scanned over her. White tennis shoes, white little socks, white short cotton skirt and a white cotton button-down shirt. My eyes were sore with the sight. Her dark skin offered a wonderful outline of her white bra under the thin white cotton shirt and her cold-breeze-whipped nipples were just hard enough to show through her shirt a little. I couldn’t help but stare.

“Hey,” she said in a cute tone, “you get in trouble again?”

I smiled. “And what makes you think that?”

She turned her head to the side and looked at me out of the corner of her eyes. “I know you; probably said something your teacher didn’t like again.”

I laughed. “I guess you do know me.”

“So, are you going to the Christmas party for the choir?”

Well, I wasn’t about to admit to my recent revelation in class. “Oh yes, I’ve planned on it. I think it’ll be a blast.”

“Me too,” Amelia said, smiling. “Be interesting to see everyone in their bathing suits, huh?”

I thought back to the conversation Robbie and I were just having. “You know,” I began to confess, “I was just talking about that with someone in class.”

“Really?” she said, stepping forward, her wonderful shape just inches away. She rose up on to her toes and whispered just inches from my ear, “Were you wondering what I would look like in my bathing suit?”

I reeled from the question, trying to hide my true curiosity and also my excitement on where our conversation was going. “Well, I must admit, the thought had occurred to me. Care to give me a preview of what you are going to be wearing?”

Amelia rested her hand up on my shoulder and moved in close again. “Well, I’ll be wearing shorts and a T-shirt since it is an indoor pool,” she said with a smile.

“Oh really,” I said smiling. “Well, not that I don’t like that, but I meant what are you-”

“Oh,” she cut me off, “I see you are just interested in my bathing suit.”

“Well, if you must know, I do take notice of things like that.”

“Oh, yeah, what was I wearing yesterday?” she asked coyly.

“Pink shorts, baby blue and pink sweater and you had a white bow in your hair.”

“Oh really?” she asked with a smile, obviously impressed, or flattered, that I had taken notice. “And tell me, Mr. Know-It-All, what did I have on the day before?”

“Green cotton skirt, the same shoes you have on now and a white sweater.”

“OK, you pass that part of the test,” she said smiling, “now let’s see how you do in the honesty part of the test.”

I wasn’t quite sure where this was going, so of course I sat back and went for the ride. “All right, shoot away.”

“What color underwear was I wearing the day before yesterday?”

“What?” I asked, surprised, laughing.

“The day before yesterday, when I sat down in math class, you were watching me. I saw you looking. You can come clean.”

I was a little embarrassed, but figured what the hell. “Well, I must say I’m a little embarrassed, but they were green.”

She laughed aloud. “You were honest! How funny! I should show you the ones I have on today.” She began to walk away with a smile and I decided I wasn’t going to leave it at that.

“Wait a second,” I called after her. “It’s not too late.”

Amelia smiled. “Oh really? I don’t think so.”

“You’re a tease,” I said.

Amelia stopped in her tracks and spun back around to face me. “That doesn’t make me a tease. What would make me a tease would be if I told you that right now I was wearing a pair of white, frilly, lacy see-through panties with a little white bow, and then never showed them to you.”

I took a deep breath and smirked at her as Amelia turned around again and began to walk away once more.

“When do I get to see those?” I called out, jogging after her.

Amelia stopped and I stopped right behind her. Without turning to face me this time, she said, “Well, if you’re a good boy, maybe I will show them to you someday.”

Before I could put together another word, Amelia quickly ducked into her classroom, leaving me standing out in the hallway, curious as hell and with nowhere to go, but to my impending meeting in the administration building. I must say the entire time I was being reprimanded once again by Dean Sato, not one word registered, even more so than usual, because the entire time, visions of those little white frilly, lacy, see-through panties with a little white bow hiding underneath that tiny little white skirt were all that I could think about.

Despite my wanton desire to tell all of my friends about the wonderful experience I had encountered with Amelia, I figured that it would be in the best interest for us both if I held back the raising experience. Plus, I was not sure how Eric would react if things got back to him, and he was a good friend. Needless to say, the remaining days between my encounter with Amelia and the choir Christmas pool party were spent in great anticipation.

Being as how we fought conventionalism at all costs, of course myself, Eric, and our buddy Enrique decided that it would be best for us not be dropped off by our parents at the pool party, but that we should take it upon ourselves to commit to the great task of riding our bikes the ten or so miles to our choir teacher’s house and her indoor pool. So, after having met up with Eric and Enrique at the school, I slung my back-pack over my shoulders and we were on our way.

The bike ride was mostly uneventful, other than the fact that I had nearly split a tire and was riding on mostly inner-tube by the time we were half way there. I think under other circumstances, this would have been a bigger deal to me, but in light of what was to happen to me later, this seemed so trivial.

I immediately scoped out the party for Amelia as soon as we arrived. The house was a single-story house, and of course, we weren’t allowed free run of the entire place. Just the kitchen, the outdoor backyard, the indoor pool, and a changing cabana were the only areas we were allowed to use. I spotted Amelia when we entered the indoor pool area. I tried not to stare too long, but at the same time, I wanted to do so much more than just look. She was wearing an orange bikini top. The top was pretty standard, but what I thought more enticing was the bottoms. They were little denim shorts with a white lace edging on the legs, extremely tight, and of course, very, very short. Though I did give the shorts a second glance, I was more interested in the promises of the panties that might have been underneath the shorts.

Trying not to seem overly interested, I made my way over to the buffet table with Eric and Enrique. I picked over the snacks and sandwiches as best I could manage with my mind so far away and we took seats over by the side of the pool. Being the hams that we were, we immediately began to think of ways that we could become the lives of the party. Of course, it was a lame, corky scheme, but nonetheless, it was still the patented quirk of my youth.

After we finished eating, we stayed in our chairs, purposely sitting out of the pool while we watched each of the girls come out of the changing cabana. Some we were, of course, not that interested in seeing, but then there were the ones we were dying to see. The two mainstays of the daydreams at our school were Monica and Larena. Of course, they were best friends as the great looking girls tended to band together. Most popular, and of course, best looking. Naturally, our jaws dropped to see them in bathing suits. Monica was a petite little thing, light brown skin, dark brown eyes, long brown hair. She was described justly only by the word ‘adorable.’ Her laughs, her quirks, made her the cute one of the two. Larena, was very dark skinned, long dark hair, dark eyes, not necessarily petite, but actually much curvier than any of the other girls at school were at that age. While Monica was sexy, don’t get me wrong, Larena was the one you described as ‘sexy as hell’.

As I sat there, waiting to see the twosome emerge, listening to Eric and Enrique talk about the anticipation, I was reminded of a day when Larena was almost sent home for what she was wearing. She came to school in a white cotton crop top. Now, Larena, for her age, was already well-endowed, and that little crop top did not leave much to the imagination, especially since her dark skin made the white cotton virtually see-through, yielding such things as a great view of her white lace bra and of course, her very dark nipples. Now, that was only half of it, though. To match, she was wearing a pair of white cotton tight pants, just as see-through as the top. Her panties were full-backed white silk and lace in the front, of course offering a nice silhouette of her dark patch of pubic hair. It was well known throughout the school that had Larena not had another outfit to change into that day, she would have been sent home from school to change.

Monica was much more the traditional dresser and the only time we saw anything spectacular form Monica was when she wore her cheer skirt on spirit days. It was however, the rumor that she and Larena shared more than friendship that kept my fantasies squarely focused on this duo.

“Aren’t you guys coming in?” Amelia’s voice broke into my daydream.

I looked down to the edge of the pool near us and there she was. Her hair was slicked back, wet, her orange bikini straps so brilliant against her olive skinned-shoulders. Her red lipstick was still marvelously in place as she smiled.

“Oh, we’re just waiting for our food to go down first,” I said.

“OK,” she said, giving me a coy smile when her brother looked away to check and see if Monica and Larena had emerged yet, “better hurry up.”

The three of us had no intentions of moving from our chairs until we were able to see what we were imagining so vividly in our own imaginations – and just then, they came out, both wrapped in full-size beach towels, revealing nothing at all. We sighed in disappointment as we saw nothing higher than calves or lower than their necks. “Damn,” Eric whispered, looking over. We watched with disappointment as they both made their way over to the opposite side of the pool from us and sat, still fully wrapped in their towels, facing away from us.

“Time for the grand entrance,” I suggested.

“Ah, hell, why not?” Eric agreed.

Eric then slowly stood up, trying not to attract too much attention at first and moved over to the edge of the pool. Enrique stood up from his chair, and acting as if it were all spontaneous, pushed Eric, shoes and all into the pool. Everyone immediately turned and looked our way, both laughing at Eric and cheering on Enrique. Taking the cue, I immediately stood up and sent Enrique almost head first into the pool right beside Eric. The cheering was then focused on me and everyone was sharing in the laughter. And of course, just as planned, when I went over to offer Eric a hand to get out of the pool, he pulled me in, shoes and all as well, flipping over his head into the water. So, there, we had made the great quirky, patented entrance we had been planning.

Within the next five minutes, we were going off the diving boards in our clothes, shoes still on, while everyone began to loosen up a bit finally. I didn’t take note at first, but the five people in the pool soon turned into everyone but five people in the pool. It was then that Eric, Enrique, and I finally got the show we were hoping for earlier.

Monica stood up from her chair, dropped her towel, and walked over to the edge of the pool. We three watched with open mouths. Monica was wearing a red string bikini. The top was skimpy at best and we marveled at how much of Monica we had never seen before that we were seeing now. She really was very petite, flat stomach, small, curvy ass. Her bikini bottoms, tied in bows on the side, seemed to meet in the perfect shape right between her legs.

Of course, our attention turned away from Monica when Larena got up to join her. When Larena’s towel hit the floor, you could practically hear every guy in the party sigh, moan, or gasp, and hear the blood rushing from his brain to another part of his body. Already at about 34B on her way to a C, Larena’s white version of the same bikini top Monica was wearing did little to hide much of anything; wonderful cleavage, and of course, those dark nipples showing through a little, pointing right at us. Her little bottoms were the same as Monica’s, just in white. “Can’t wait to see that when it gets wet,” Enrique whispered to me and Eric.

“You know,” a voice whispered from the other direction, “you shouldn’t stare like that. Makes you look like you’ve never seen a girl before.”

It was Amelia. She was floating on an inflatable lounging mattress, holding on to it under her arms, her face lifted up over the water. Her chest was smothered into the mattress and her firm, round ass stuck up out of the water under those little wet denim shorts.

“You’ll have to forgive me,” I said, trying not to be too embarrassed, “it’s not every day that we get to see girls we know in bikinis.” I was hoping she’d remember back to our conversation, and her big smile made me see that she did.

“And what do you think of mine,” Amelia said, grinning. “It’s not as revealing, but that leaves more to wonder about, right? Leaves a little mystery?”

“Oh, really?” I asked, turning to see if we were attracting much attention from anyone, “and what is it I am supposed to wonder about?”

“Just what it is that I know I have you wondering about right now. If I am wearing my white, frilly, lacy, see-through panties with the little white bow under my shorts.”

As Amelia was saying this to me, I saw Larena out of the corner of my eye as she slowly made her way down the steps and into the water. Just hearing Amelia describe her panties had me thinking of just one thing. “Well, I guess you nailed it,” I said. “That is definitely what I am thinking right now.”

“Well, I’m sure by the way you were all waiting for Larena to get that white bikini wet, you know that white becomes even more see-through when it gets wet.”

I was about to jump on top of her and had to hold myself back with every second I watched her wonderful countenance taunt me even more. “Yes,” I smiled and nodded

By this time, Larena had swum over to where Monica was sitting on the edge of the pool. She put her hands up on the side and every guy in the place looked with bugging eyes as she lifted herself out of the water to sit next to Monica. “Now look,” Amelia said. “Poor Larena’s little white bikini is all see-through.”

I did look, and of course, not just because Amelia told me to do so. The first thing I saw as Larena lifted herself out of the water with her back turned towards us was the way that the white material had in fact turned very see-through. The bikini bottoms had ridden up her ass a bit and were clinging to her dark skin. As she turned around and sat next to Monica, I saw those dark nipples perfectly outlined and of course, her bottoms were see-through enough that you could make out that sexy patch of dark pubic hair.

“Slut,” Amelia sighed under her breath, shaking her head.

“Oh, and you wouldn’t look the same way in that same bikini?” I asked.

“Oh, I know I would,” Amelia said, “and that is why I would never wear it out in public like that. I keep those things reserved for a select few.”

I turned my gaze from Larena and met Amelia’s smile. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Amelia kicked over a little closer to me. “What would you say,” she whispered, “if I told you that I had on those white, frilly, lacy, see-through panties with the little white bow on right now?”

“I’d say that I didn’t believe you,” I whispered back.

“I’ll prove it to you,” Amelia whispered into my ear. “Meet me in the changing cabana in a few minutes and lock the door after you come in.” Without another word, she slid off the floating air mattress and swam to the other side of the pool. I stood, half in shock, and of course, in wonderment.

“Damn,” I heard Enrique say under his breath as I jarred my mind away from Amelia. I turned and looked to see Leandra splashing water up at Monica and Monica holding her hands out to try to stop her as they both giggled and laughed. Eric, enthralled in watching Monica and Larena, apparently had not noticed even the slightest bit of the conversation I just had with his sister and barely even took note when I said, “Hey, I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be back.” I slowly made my way to the other side of the pool, realizing for the first time in a long while that I was still wearing a pair of high-top sneakers, my white cotton socks, a pair of jeans, and a button-down shirt, completely submerged to my neck in a swimming pool.

I left more water in a trail from the pool to the changing cabana than the oceans held, but still, thanks to the spectacle that Monica and Larena were causing with their splashing and laughing, no one, especially Eric and Enrique, saw me sneak inside the changing cabana and instantly lock the door behind me. It was dark when I walked in. I was virtually trembling with anticipation thinking about Amelia as I fumbled for the light switch. After knocking over a few things on one of the dresser tables and muffling a yell as I slammed my foot into the leg of the same dressing table, my fingers finally hit the light switch.

The cabana was about the size of a small bedroom, complete with a couch and a chair. The room was littered with duffel bags and piles of clothes. Everyone at the party had changed and left their clothes in there. To my surprise, though, no Amelia. I then looked over to a wicker divider that was nestled towards one of the corners of the cabana, and saw a shadow behind it. What made my eyes widen, however, was that Amelia’s orange bikini top and denim shorts with the white lace trim were slung over the partition.

“I’m here,” I said, almost in a whisper.

“Glad to see you made it,” she said. “I was hoping no one else would make it in before you did. I turned the light off just in case.”

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh, “I noticed.”

“Well,’ she laughed, “it’s not like I didn’t hear you come in.”

I laughed. “So, uh, I hope you don’t mind me asking what you are doing back there.”

“Oh, nothing at all. I’m just getting ready for you.”

“Really?” I said with anticipation. “Need any help?”

I watched her shadow against the divider with ever-growing anticipation. “Oh, no, I’m just about done.”

Before I could think of anything else to say as I positioned myself into the chair that was facing the divider, I saw Amelia’s head peek around the corner. “You’re a mess,” she said with a smile. “Did you bring anything else to change into?”

“Yeah, my bathing suit,” I smiled, looking down at my sopping clothes, “but it’s sure not in here. I left it out in the living room.”

“That’s OK,” she said with a bit of a wink. “We’ll just have to get you out of those wet clothes.”

“OK.” I said, looking at her dark eyes. There was a short pause as we just looked at each other, and then she said with a firm tone, “Well, take the wet clothes off, already.”

I was a bit embarrassed, but I figured it was the least I could do at this point since apparently, the girl was standing there in nothing but her wet little panties. Amelia continued to peek around the divider as I proceeded with the lengthy process of removing my wet shoes, wet socks, wet jeans, and wet shirt. I slopped them all down onto the wood floor and sat back down in the chair, trying not to act the slightest bit apprehensive as I sat in nothing but my wet white cotton underwear.

“What about the underwear?” she asked.

“Oh no,” I smiled, “you come out here first and then we’ll see about taking the underwear off.”

“Well,” she said, running her fingers up through her dark, still drying curly strands, “you drive a hard bargain, but you’ve been a good boy so far.”

“Have I?” I asked, coyly, playing the game.

“Well,’ she said, looking me over, “I believe that I told you if you were a good boy, I’d show you those white, frilly, lacy, see-through panties with a little white bow.”

“That you did, and you also just said that I’ve been a good boy, so let me see them.”

“Yes, I did say that,” Amelia said, “but there’s a bit more to my panties right now, so I’m afraid I’m going to have to up the deal a bit.”

I was growing so anxious now that it was hard for me not to just get up out of the chair and move over to her, yet at the same time, I found myself in enjoyment of the little game that she was playing with me. “All right, what’s the final part of the deal?” I asked.

“Take off your underwear.”

“And why should I do that?” I asked, purposely taunting back.

“Well, I had these little panties on in the water and believe me,” Amelia looked away from me and back behind the shield of the divider down at her panties, “you can see a bit more now that they are soaking wet. You taking off the underwear only seems fair at this point.”

Amelia looked back to me and then, when our eyes met, I couldn’t help myself. I would have done pretty much anything at that point. I stood as slowly as I could and then, slowly pulled my underwear down to the floor. I then sat back down, awaiting my prize. “There you go,” I said.

My eyes were about burst from their sockets as Amelia finally stepped out from behind the divider. She obviously had this planned because she managed to be wearing not only the panties, but a white lacy bra whose straps had been hidden under her long hair, as well as a pair of little three-inch white high heels. The panties were just as she had described. They were all lace on the side with a small filly edging and a completely sheer nylon panel from her waist, down underneath to completely the other side at the small of her back. At the top of the front, just below her firm tanned belly, about the size of a silver dollar, was a little white bow. Amelia was not exaggerated, either because with the panties being wet, both the lace and the sheer nylon panel were entirely see-though.

“The infamous white bow,” I said with a smile as I briefly looked up from the panties to Amelia’s face as she began to walk towards me.

“I take it you like it, then,” she said.

“Oh yes,” I said as I noticed more and more with each step just how see-through her wet white panties were.

“You know,” she said, “they normally are a bit see-through, but I’ve never worn them wet before. I like ‘em. You can see right through them.”

“You sure can,” I said as I reached my arms up from my sitting position and put them on her hips, my hands tingling at the touch of her soft skin and the feel of the wet lace on her hips. It was then that I noticed there was a bit of a different kind of moisture on the nylon between her legs. I saw that she was clearly turned on, so I decided to roll with it. I took my right hand off her hip and put it right over her lips which I could easily see through the wet panties. The wet, cold nylon was a wonderful sensation as it touched her hot flesh. I felt like I was in heaven, as did Amelia, as she let out a sigh. “Oh yeah,” she whispered, “that feels wonderful.”

I listened to her sighs and moans as I rubbed into her lips, finding her clit with my right hand and caressed her body with my left. Finally, turned on beyond the point I could handle, I eased down and sat on the floor with my back leaning against the chair. I then crouched under her, my head moving between her thighs and my playful tongue licking her through the wet panties. The sensations were indescribable...warm wetness in my mouth and my hand caressing her body over the cold wet lace and nylon of the back of the panties. I continually sucked on the panties and her clit, sucking in her juices and the warm water...a wonderful taste.

“Oh yeah,” Amelia sighed as she began to push her pelvis into my face. “You’re gonna make me cum.” Exactly what I wanted to do....

I then eased myself through Amelia’s legs and stood up behind her. My eyes could barely believe the wonderful sight of her wet white panties and the white bra against her dark skin as Amelia responded and spread her feet to shoulders’ width and bent forward, her hands resting on the arms of the chair. I reached to her waist and clasped my fingers on to her panties, gently sliding them down as far as I could. Amelia then raised her right leg and pulled it through the panties. She then let the panties fall, as they came to rest around her left ankle.

It was sheer heaven as I gently slid into her warm, wet pussy, my hands gripping on to her hips. As I began to gently slide in and out of her, Amelia’s moans grew louder and she raised up on to the balls of her feet, her white high heels accenting her dark legs and the white panties around her ankle. Amelia turned her head over her shoulder, looking back to me with lustful eyes, “Cum on me,” she moaned. “Please...cum on me. I’ve never had a boy do that before and I want to know what that feels like.”

The words acted as a command, her lustful yes exciting me so badly. It wasn’t many seconds more before I quickly pulled out of her and let my cum shoot up on to her back as Amelia’s own warm wet juices streamed down her upper inner thighs. I groaned so loudly as I came, Amelia’s body shuttering in my hands. As soon as we both stopped shaking from the incredible experience, we collapsed together in the chair, her in my lap, my arms wrapped around her, my cum warm and sticky between our bodies.

“Oh, my God,” I whispered to her, “that was wonderful.”

Amelia smiled a beautiful smile. “Oh, I agree.” She sighed heavily a few times and then said, “I really think we will have to do this again sometime, but we probably better not push our luck and stay too long in here.”

“Yeah, I know,” I agreed. “We’ve gotten pretty lucky so far, haven’t we?”

We sat together for some time longer, holding each other and kissing, but also knew we’d been out of sight for a long while. We reluctantly decided to get cleaned up, get dressed, and get back to the party. Leaving the changing cabana five minutes apart, we hoped no one had seen us and the fact I didn’t hear anything about it later when we were back at school proved it to be true. Either way, I hoped that after the amazing time we just had together, Amelia would make sure our next encounter would be soon....