Days of summer

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Summer. Summer was really blown by.

I was so excited when summer holidays were finally here. My high school was baking in the hot Arizona sun. We all were sweating like crazy in our school uniforms, and our thoughts were circling around cold lemonade, swimming pools and bikinis, instead of trigonometry and stochastic.

My name's Lucy. Lucy Miller. I did just turn eighteen the other week ago, and got my driving license two weeks prior. Yeah, I was late with that one. Had four or five failed attempts beforehand, thanks for reminding me. Never had trouble with the actual driving part itself, but the theoretical part always fucked me good! I'm not exactly a good student, and barely managed to pass it, even after multiple attempts.

But well, I was quite familiar with being late with stuff. If there's one red thread running threw my life, it's that one. I was getting to late to school on the regular, especially back then when my only option had been the public transport. Thankfully, that got better after I've got my license. Not sure, if my home room teacher, Mrs. Garcia, would have kept pretending to not noticing it. She's great.

I also was the last one to get a part time job in our class. Everyone else started jobbing a year earlier than me, and all the boys were flexing with their newly acquired wealth, as if they had just founded Amazon and were on their way to become the next Jeff Bezos. Hint hint, you're not earning much as a part time waiter. But hey, who am I to ruin their fun?

Were I was also astonishing late to the party, were, um, other areas of personal development. I, as embarrassing as it is to admit, never had a boyfriend. Or girlfriend, for that matter. Not because I'm unattractive, I'm definitely quite cute according to my guy friends (they'd never lie to me!). I'm short, but thin. Have shiny blond, long hair, and, as my Granny would put it, the smile of the devil. So, no problems in this department.

The prime suspect is rather something else.

I look a lot like a little girl.

Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration. But it's not as far from the truth as I would like.

For starters, I have a very young looking face. I try my best to hide it, I wear make-up every day, and try to act a bit grown up, but it ain't helping much.

Also, I'm flat as the great plains. No boobs whatsoever. And not a single hair was growing under my arms or in my, um, lower regions.

And my aforementioned short size didn't help either.

But this summer, I said to myself.

This summer, everything would change.

Oh Lord, I didn't know how right I was.

For starters, I bought a brand new bikini. It wasn't to sexy, we are in Arizona after all, but hey, it did the job. Cherry red, with a nice, slightly padded top, that created the illusion of a bust size I just didn't have. After I bought it, I put it on so many times, just to stand in front of the mirror, admiring myself. I looked much older and mature in it. So much more girly, no, womanly.

I got a new haircut, brushed up my make-up skills via Youtube tutorials, and asked a close friend of mine, Derek, red-faced, nervous and sweating, to train to flirt with me.

Okay, that last one went embarrassingly wrong, but hey, I was trying!

I was ready.

I was ready for summer.

When the school bell rang for the last time before the summer holidays, I practically jumped up. Me and my friends said goodbye to Mrs. Garcia, who wished us great summer holidays, and rushed out to the parking lot.

I hugged my friends, then I jumped into my rusty old car – a black van, lovingly called Matilda, after the woman who sold it to me for two hundred bucks -, turned the key and drove of.

I smiled to myself, opened the window, and let the wind into my car. My smile turned into laughter, and my laughter turned into cheer.

I didn't go home first, like everyone else did. I went directly to my destination.

I've had made my plan weeks ago. I had been looking in the neighbouring towns, trying to find a place were no one would know me. I would be way to embarrassed, if anyone of my schoolmates, let alone my friends, had to see my first clumsy attempts at flirting. The disaster with Derek had been enough of a, well, disaster.

I had been searching carefully, for this perfect place, to start my perfect summer.

I had bought my bikini, towels, sunscreen, and had hidden it in my car. I wanted to be prepared, and I didn't want to give myself the chance to second-guess myself.

Lucy Miller, I said to myself while driving, you'll go there, and you'll do this. How hard could it be?

And there it was.

Greenhills Water World. A small, but nice public pool in Greenhill, Arizona.

I parked my car on the parking lot, grabbed my bag, and closed Matilda's door with a bang. I walked over the crunching, brilliantly white gravel to the entrance.

I smiled, innocently, as I stepped in, ignorant to the fate that was waiting inside for me.

I went to the changing room, nervously, and closed the door of my cabinet behind my. My heart was beating like crazy, and I had to take a deep, long breath.

It's okay, I said to myself.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Then I started undressing. I slipped out of my shoes, took my skirt of and my white collar shirt. I wasn't wearing a bra, as there was no reason for me to do so. So I was standing there, just in my pink panties and black socks, my flat chest revealed, and looked at myself in the mirror.

I folded everything and packed it into my bag – yes, I'm that kind of girl -, and sat down to take of my socks. Then I slipped out of my panties, revealing my small, smooth and tight hairless pussy.

Hastily I started to dress myself, slipped into my cherry red bikini bottom and put on the padded bra.

And turned from a girl to a women, right in front of my own eyes.

I looked at myself in the mirror. What I saw, gave me the confidence I've needed.

I grabbed my bag and went out of the changing cabinet. I already saw an appealing spot, close to the pools on a small hill, and walked straight towards it.

If I would have turned around, I would have seen the two pairs of eyes behind me, following my every move.

I put down my towel, sat down and started to apply sunscreen on my smooth skin, not knowing about what would happen later at the same day.

On this day of summer.

It was becoming a great day.

I was lying on my back in the sun, enjoying the great weather. It was hot, but a cool breeze was blowing. I could basically feel the eyes on me, and tried to gaze back unobtrusively.

Just a few meters away from me I spotted a cute boy. He looked sporty, had brown hair and brown eyes. Every once in a while he gave me a look.

As our eyes met, he smiled.

I blushed. That was the moment I had waited for.

I smiled back, shyly, but it did the trick.

He stood up and came over.

I could feel butterflies in my stomach.

“Hi, I'm Kyle!”, he said with a big smile. Just like that. God, what would I give for being able to be so casual!

“I...I'm Lucy”, I answered, while he took a seat on my towel like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Did you just move here? I've never seen you here” he asked.

I blushed a bit more. I never had considered the possibility of someone realizing I wasn't from here. I swallowed down the nervous knot in my throat and shook my head. “No, I'm here with my dad”, I lied. “He has to do some shopping in Greenhill, so I thought I use the opportunity and the good weather to work on my tan.”

I started to relax now. Me and Kyle did seem to click just fine.

We kept on chatting, me getting more and more relaxed and comfortable. Later, we went into the pool together, splashing each other with water, and just had overall a great time.

The day went on, noon was turning into evening, and sooner than I hoped, Kyle had to go. “I need to go shopping for dinner”, he said. “And I guess your dad will come get you soon.”

I agreed with a disappointed nod.

Then he reached out his hand. It was holding a note. I took it. There was something written on it.

A number.

And a short sentence.

You are cute.

Kyle gave his goodbyes and walked away. I put the note into my bag, and walked to the changing area. My face had about the same color as the bikini, and there was a big smile on it.

I went straight to a changing cabinet. I wanted to get dressed as quickly as possible. I wanted to be home soon. There was a certain someone I wanted to call.

It was already getting dark now. Very few people where here.

I opened the cabinet and closed it behind me, eager to get out of my still wet bikini.

In the moment I was about to lock the cabinets door, someone pushed against it and opened it. It was a young woman, slightly older than me. “Oh, pardon!”, she said with a startled expression on her face. “I thought no one was in here.” I was confused. Hadn't she seen me just entering the cabinet?

Instead of leaving, she came in. “I´m Katie, and this is my friend Layla.” She motioned to another woman, who had also entered the cabinet, which prompted her to step closer. Both were now inside the cabinet. “I...I´m Lucy” I said hesitantly, being weirded out by the situation. Something was off here.

I looked at the two. Katie had brown hair, green eyes, and a very light tan. Her waist was small, but her breasts were quite big, and she was dressed into a green bikini.

Layla had a quite darker tan, black hair, black almond eyes, and wore a black and blue swimsuit.

Katie came closer to me. “So, are you alone here?”, she asked innocently. “Y-, um, no, I'm here with my dad” I lied. Involuntarily I stepped back a bit.

“That's good”, she answered with a smile. “I mean, after dark it's way to dangerous outside for a cutie like you, ain't it, Layla?” She chuckled.

I took another step back, and felt the cabinets wall in my back.

Katie reached me, and casually grabbed my hand. I tried to pull it away, but she didn't let go.

I was scared now. Really scared.

Katie leaned forward, her red lips reached my ear. “Time to have some fun, Lucy”, she whispered.

Then she grabbed me. One of her soft hands was covering my mouth, while her other one was grabbing around my waist and started to pull me towards the cabinets seating bank.

“No!” I tried to scream, but only a quiet noise came out.

I saw Layla locking the door, a devilish smile on her face. I was sitting on the bank now, in Katie's lap. Her one hand was still covering my mouth, her other arm was wrapped around me, restraining my movement.

I tried to kick Layla, but she evaded my attack. She sat down on my knees, restricting my movement even further, while her hands were on my back, opening my bikini top's knot.

She pulled it off, and gave me a wicked smile. “Aw, look Katie, this one doesn't even have boobs. How adorable.” She leaned forward, giving me a kiss on the cheek, while I was still struggling and trying to scream through the hand covering my mouth. “You must be really young”, she said with a chuckle. “How old are you, sweetie?” But Layla didn't wait for an answer. Instead she got up, grabbed my bikini bottoms, and pulled them off in one swift motion.

That can't be happening, I thought, still struggling against Katie's restraint.

But it did.

“Aw, your pussy is so adorable”, Layla exclaimed.

She forced my legs open with her hands, then she stepped back. In one quick motion she stepped out of her swimsuit, revealing her breasts with the hard nipples, and an already wet, shaved pussy.

Then, she forced my legs apart again. I kicked and screamed as much as I could, but I couldn't break my rapists grabs.

Her mouth was reaching my pussy.

My screams started to sound a lot more like moans as she began to lick me.

I squirmed under her. My pussy was already soaking wet.

I felt something at my pussy's entrance.

A finger, ready to invade my hole.

I shook my head, tried one last time to break free.

Then she was pushing it in me.

Layla finger fucked me. I was squirming and moaning, desperately trying to break free, as for the first time in my life another persons finger entered my tight little pussy. I could feel my pussy walls contract. Layla's fingers were pushing in and out of me, while her wet tongue was licking and massaging my swollen clit.

Katie, who was still holding me firmly in her grasp, started kissing my cheeks. Her hips were moving back and forth, and I realized she was rubbing her pussy through her bikini bottom against my butt.

I don't know how long this went on. After what seemed like an eternity, Layla pulled her finger out of my soaking wet pussy. “Hold her tight, Katie”, she was whispering.

Then she went on top of me. Her weight was pressing the air out of my lungs. She slid her pelvis onto me and began rubbing her pussy against mine. As our pussies made contact, we both groaned deeply at the same time. She started to grind against my pussy, got faster and faster, until she was scissoring me relentlessly. “No...no!” I moaned against Katie's hand, that was still covering up my mouth.

"Mmmh yes, you feel so good" moaned Layla.

Then she came.

She moaned and tried to hold back her screams, while her pussy throbbed against mine.

I could feel that I was on the edge myself, but I wouldn't give my rapists the satisfaction to have me made cum! I tried to hold back my orgasm with all my might.

It worked. Barely, but it worked.

But now it was Katie's turn.

Layla was grabbing my shoulders and arms to restrain me, while Katie got up. She exchanged a passionate kiss with Layla, then she took off her green bikini. No one was covering up my mouth for a second, but just as I was catching my breath ready to scream, she sat on my face, pressing her pussy against my mouth. “Mmmmh, oooh”, she moaned, while she was rubbing her shaved pussy against my mouth, my lips, lifting it up every few seconds so I could breathe, before lowering it back down again. Her pussy, it's wetness, it's smell, it’s softness, began to fill out my entire world.

While she was busy getting her pussy wetter and wetter on my face, Layla forced open my legs once more. All of a sudden I could feel two tongues on my helpless little pussy. One was working its clit, and one was forcing its way in me.

That was to much.

I came.

I came and came and came, and barely registered, that Katie's pussy on my face convulsed as well, as I moaned and screamed into it, making her orgasm as well.

After that I must have blacked out.

When I came back to my senses, Katie was giving me a deep and long kiss. I could taste my pussy's juice on her lips, and was aware that she could taste herself on mine as well.

“Hope I see you soon, lil' one”, she whispered. She hesitated for a second, her lips came closer to my ear. Made contact with it. “You’re cute” she whispered, before slipping a note into my motionless hand.

Then the two of them left.

I was lying there, naked, numb, motionless, for what felt like hours.

Then I finally got the strength to look at the note in my hand.

It was a phone number.

With slow, unsteady steps I was leaving the public pool, entering the parking lot. I opened Matilda's doors. Entered my car. I started the engine, turned my rusty, reliable van.

Then I stepped on the gas, driving out of town, leaving Greenville, never to return.

In my bag I had two phone numbers.

I wasn’t sure if I’d ever call any of them.

Summer.

Summer was really blown by...

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