SLIPPERY WHEN WET by Alex B.
	When I was a senior in high school, my parents left town for a weekend during October leaving me alone to watch the house. Rather than throw a party, I invited a girl I knew from school to come over on Saturday evening and watch a movie with me. Lauren Hale, who had also just turned eighteen, was a member of the swim team. She had a tight athletic body, short brown hair, hazel eyes and possibly the cutest bottom I have ever seen. We never did get around to watching the movie. Instead, we made margaritas in the blender and stood in the kitchen sipping them as we talked. At one point, Lauren turned to refill her glass and I jumped at the opportunity to land a fairly powerful swat across the seat of her incredibly tight blue jeans. "Oh, so that's what you're into!" she said with mock surprise. It was impossible that Lauren had never noticed me admiring her gorgeous backside. It was round and firm and made the perfect target for a well-placed slap. She retaliated by giving my ass a good smack and we were soon chasing each other around the kitchen trading harder and harder swats to each other's rears. Eventually, Lauren tucked her bottom into a corner where I couldn't get at it, so I resorted to kissing her instead. We had shared a few playful pecks now and then, but nothing like this. Our tongues swirled around one another and we pressed our bodies together tightly. I started to reach down to remove her sweater, but was politely pushed back a step. "Pour me another drink." Lauren said, pointing in the direction of the blender. "But not that stuff. It's way too strong." Then she handed me her glass and headed into the living room. She was right, I'd never made margaritas before and had used twice the tequila I should have. As I mixed a milder batch of drinks, I heard the living room door slide open. A minute later, I walked out to find that Lauren had gone out by the pool and was perched at the edge of the diving board. "What would happen if I jumped in right now with my clothes on?" "You'd be in big trouble." I answered as sternly as I could. That was all the incentive she needed. Taking one bounce off the end of the board, she executed a perfect swan dive into the pool. She was laughing when she popped her head out of the water. I simply stood there, staring down at her with my arms crossed. Then she began floundering around, pretending she couldn't swim. "Help! Come save me, Alex!" "If I have to come in there, your ass is mine!" I said as I kicked off my loafers. "Ooh! Come and get it!" I put my wallet and watch in one of my shoes and jumped in after her. There was a bit of a chase and a lot of splashing, but soon we were wrapped around each other in the shallow end. We kissed as we removed each other's clothing and let each article slowly drift to the bottom of the pool. When were finally naked, Lauren reached down and, taking hold of my hardened cock, gently guided me into her. A virtual novice to sex and certainly no expert at underwater acrobatics, I let her make all the important moves. She smiled to notice I was shivering and clearly understood that it had little to do with the temperature of the water. She wrapped her legs around me and placed my hands on her hips. "Now just squeeze your ass cheeks together." she whispered. I followed her advice and soon found myself thrusting deep inside with ease. It felt fantastic, and I can't honestly say which of us was enjoying it more because Lauren was moaning and digging her fingernails into my shoulders. Suddenly, I realized that something was missing. It was then that I decided to take charge. I carefully pulled out and took Lauren by the wrist leading her up the stairs and out of the water. She later told me that she assumed I was taking her over to the chaise lounge to finish what I had started in the pool. Imagine her surprise when, instead, I placed my foot on the seat of a patio chair, hauled her over my leg and began soundly spanking her bare, wet fanny. I remember hearing her gasp loudly after the first few slaps. As I continued spanking her, the gasps became squeals and bursts of laughter until she seemed to be laughing and crying simultaneously. I'll never forget how beautiful her cheeks looked as they shimmered in the late afternoon sun, how the silver droplets of water flew off her bottom, or the wonderful squishy smacking sound as each spank landed across her shiny, jiggling buns. After four dozen good hard swats, I put Lauren back on her feet and ordered her to dive into the pool and retrieve our clothing. She began to protest, but one lightning-fast swat to her already stinging bottom had her leaping to obey my command. In an instant, she was underwater gathering our pants, shirts, underwear and socks. I stood by giving her extra incentive smacks as she attempted to wring the pool water from our things. I then lead her, by the ear, to the den where we put it all in the clothes dryer. And over that working dryer Lauren draped herself. With her arms wrapped around its edges, her throbbing pink bottom lifted upward, she offered herself to me. Carefully, gently, I nudged the tip of my cock against her lips and with one smooth thrust I was in. With our clothing tumbling around inside, I pounded her from behind with increasing speed as she pressed herself against that big warm, vibrating machine. When we were done, I hauled Lauren's exhausted body over my shoulder and carried her to my room where we collapsed onto the bed and rested for a while. Lauren had to be home by eleven, so once our clothes were dry, we put them on and spent the next hour spooning on the couch. She stretched herself across my lap and I delivered a few playful swats with a lot of deep rubbing. It was far more a massage than a spanking. Afterward, she sat up in my lap, kissed me sweetly, then went home. Lauren and I never became a serious item. We drifted in other directions and dated other people. On our graduation day, I found Lauren alone behind the football bleachers having a smoke. I sneaked up from behind and gave her ass such a swat that it knocked the cigarette from her mouth. Thoroughly pissed off, she spun around to slug her attacker. But when she saw it was me, I was greeted with a wry grin and a bear hug. As I squeezed her ass through her robe, she reached under mine to give my cock a friendly tug. We could hear others approaching, so we quickly shared one last kiss before saying goodbye. Twenty years... and I can still taste her lips in the first sip of every margarita. THE END