Different Circles

Celia chuckled and then pulled off her tank top, revealing the red, form-fitting, strapless bikini top. Jake could see that her nipples were partially erect. He reveled in the sight of those perfect breasts as he saw more of her flesh than he had since that night in Portland. His doubts about what they were trying to do here fled far into the back of his brain. She kicked off her flip-flops and then pushed her own shorts down and off. The bikini bottoms were the same shade of red as the top and were just as form fitting. Her legs were as beautiful as they had always been and her lower belly was still flat and unlined. He imagined his wife putting her face between those legs and felt himself starting to stiffen a bit.

The ladies, being ladies, did not simply jump into the pool the way Jake had. Instead, they went to the steps in the shallow end and put their feet and ankles in first. Both of them winced as they felt the first touch of water.

“You liar!” Laura barked at him. “This water is freaking cold!”

“Not once you get all the way in,” he countered.

“There is a heater for it,” Celia said. “Maybe I should turn it on?”

Jake shook his head. The Nottingham house pool had had a heater too and he knew its ways. “It’ll take six hours before you feel a difference,” he told her. “And your accountant will scream at you about the gas bill. Just get in! You get used to it quick.”

They did not want to take his advice. Instead, they gradually worked their way into the water, one pool step at a time, each step taking nearly five minutes to accomplish, before they were finally standing on the bottom of the shallow end, the water reaching to just above Celia’s knees and just below Laura’s hips. They stood there shivering a little, not wanting to go any further.

This was the moment Jake had been waiting for. He paddled over as if he was just coming close enough to talk and then pounced, grabbing Laura around the waist with his left arm, Celia around the waist with his right and pulling them both against his body. He then kicked off the steps with his feet, propelling himself and the two ladies backwards into the deep water, forcing them to submerge to their shoulders and neck.

They were outraged by his sneak attack. Laura actually called him an asshole. Celia called him a cabron. Both of them grabbed his head and forced it underwater for a moment. When he surfaced again, Laura spit a mouthful of water at him, striking him in the face. He took his punishment like a man, actually enjoying the feel of all the female flesh pressing against him, putting their hands on him. And his trick had the desired effect. By the time they finished abusing him, they were nicely warmed up and used to the water and ready to forgive and forget.

They paddled and swam around for the next twenty minutes, playing like children who had been given access to a motel’s pool during a family road trip. Jake and Celia both did some handstands on the bottom. Laura did a few backflips into the deep end from the edge. They all splashed each other and laughed and smiled. And Jake and Laura both made a conscious effort to make physical contact with Celia’s body as much as they could get away with, bumping into her, grabbing her legs underwater, even picking her up and throwing her once. It seemed that Celia was enjoying the attention on some level. Whenever her chest broached the surface of the water, it was plain to see that her nipples were standing at attention.

Finally, a bit fatigued, they paddled over to the shallow end and sat on the pool steps, Laura between Celia and Jake.

“It’s too bad you can’t skinny dip in here,” Jake observed. “At least not during the day.”

“Yeah,” Celia said with a sigh. “That is the one drawback of this house. The neighbors are awfully close.”

This was true. Celia’s house was separated by less than six feet on both sides from her neighbors’ houses. Both neighbors had decks that protruded out and both had windows that could look down upon anything that transpired on Celia’s deck. Jake could, in fact, see the silhouette of a female walking back and forth on occasion behind some of those windows on the house to the right.

“Do your neighbors know who you are?” asked Laura.

“I have no doubt that they do,” Celia said. “Remember, the Watcher printed my address when I entered escrow. The LA Times picked up on it the next day and published it again. There were more articles when I actually closed escrow and moved in, including a picture of the house that someone took with a zoom lens from a helicopter out over the water.”

“Have you met any of them?” Jake asked.