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PREFACE (If you don’t care bout my personal woes feel free to skip this part, there’s no context needed to enjoy the chapter.)
Well, this took longer than I expected. When I had initially planned this part I thought things were going to move much faster, but it seems like I overestimated my ability to get to the point and be succinct.
I hope everyone enjoys it, I feel like things are finally getting interesting!
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I paced slowly on the sidewalk, staring at my phone, mindlessly cycling through the same few apps without actually reading anything.
I couldn’t hide how nervous I was. It had crept up on me out of nowhere–an hour ago, I felt fine, maybe even a little excited. Now, standing here waiting for Lena, it was all sinking in.
I was about to spend the night at a private, girls-only pool party.
For the first time, I questioned if I might be in over my head.
Just as I started seriously considering how nice my bed would feel right now, I heard the low hum of a car approaching.
Lena’s white Kia Soul rolled up to the curb, slowing to a stop in front of me. The driver’s window slid down, revealing her beaming face, her usual perfect smile lighting up the street.
I swear, I needed to come to terms with the fact that I was just going to act like an idiot every time this girl showed up looking at me like that.
I gave her a goofy smile back and climbed into the passenger seat, tossing my backpack onto my lap. I’d packed light–just a towel, some swim trunks, and sandals.
Lena, on the other hand, was definitely dressed for the occasion.
She wore a loose, nearly see-through crop top over a bikini that was… well, barely a bikini. The top was small, really small, and I got the distinct feeling that if she started running, there’d be a wardrobe malfunction.
Her shorts weren’t much better. They hugged her hips so tightly I half-wondered if they’d leave marks, and the strings of her bikini bottoms peeked over them, tied high at her waist.
I caught myself looking a little too long.
Nope. No weird thoughts. Focus.
Desperate for a distraction, I cleared my throat and struck up a conversation.
“So, what do you guys even do at these pool nights? Just sit around talking about boys?” I shot her a teasing grin, making it clear I was playing into the cliché.
Lena hummed dramatically, tapping the wheel as if considering her answer.
“I mean… kinda?” She laughed. “We hang out in the pool, get out when we’re cold and then watch movies, make popcorn, sometimes order takeout. It’s just a way to catch up, bitch about life, and have fun.”
She sounded genuinely excited. Seeing her like this–so effortlessly happy–made my nerves settle a little.
The conversation quieted after that. Maybe because I was too busy trying not to look at her legs.
Or maybe because my brain had started wandering into dangerous territory.
I’d already done this mental exercise the moment Lena invited me, but now that we were actually on the way, it was really hitting me.
I was going to be surrounded by a group of very attractive girls in swimsuits.
I’d asked Lena just to be sure, but apparently, I was the first guy ever invited to one of these. Even when the girls had boyfriends, they never brought them.
I wasn’t sure what that meant, exactly.
According to Lena, they’d already talked it over, and all six girls had signed off on me coming. I already knew Olivia, Laura, and Lena were fine with it, but I half expected at least one of the other three to say no.
Before I knew it, Lena was pulling into a parking spot along the street near Olivia’s place. I’d never been here before, so I kept quiet, letting her lead the way.
I braced myself as Lena and I climbed the stairs leading up to Olivia’s house, my nerves creeping back in.
The property was… impressive.
High-polished stone walls, sleek and modern, wrapped around a sizable chunk of land, obscuring everything inside. A metal gate stood at the top of the short staircase, seamlessly blending with the minimalist aesthetic.
Lena stepped up to the intercom and pressed the bell, while I stood behind her, shifting my weight from foot to foot.
A few seconds later, a soft chime sounded, followed by the low buzz of the lock disengaging. Lena grabbed the sleek steel handle and pushed the gate open.
The entrance alone was enough to make my jaw slacken.
A lush, perfectly manicured garden stretched before us, complete with a small water feature to the left and strategically placed flowers dotting the greenery. A smooth stone pathway cut through the grass, leading up to the house.
If it wasn’t already obvious–Olivia’s family was very, very well off.
The house itself was just as sleek as the exterior, all sharp angles and glass walls. Well, mostly glass. The sheer number of floor-to-ceiling windows explained why the perimeter walls were so high–zero privacy otherwise.
Everything about it looked expensive, like something ripped straight escort yakacık from an architectural magazine.
I tried not to let my amazement show too much, but Lena noticed. Of course she did. She strolled ahead like she owned the place, glancing back with a knowing smirk.
Inside, the wealth was even more overwhelming.
The open-concept layout seamlessly blended the living room with the massive kitchen to the left. High-end furniture filled the space, each piece probably worth more than my beat-up Civic. The second floor had a sleek, open balcony overlooking the main area, adding to the sense of sheer scale.
And then there was the backyard.
A massive glass wall separated the indoor space from what had to be the most luxurious backyard I’d ever seen. Through the sliding doors, I could see an insanely large pool with polished steel edges, shaped like a perfect L.
The poolside setup had everything–lounge chairs, a table with a parasol, a barbecue, and, to my surprise, a built-in jacuzzi. From the way Laura made it sound, I figured we’d have to take turns using it, but looking at it now… yeah, it could probably fit all six of them at once.
I was still processing all of this when I caught Lena watching me, grinning from where she sat on one of the stools by the kitchen island.
“Pretty nice, right?” she teased, clearly enjoying my reaction.
I walked over, lowering my voice. “You never told me Olivia’s family was this loaded!”
She giggled, her lips curling into a devilish smirk. “Didn’t wanna ruin the surprise.”
Before I could respond, the sound of footsteps caught my attention.
I turned toward the balcony–Olivia was standing there, looking down at us.
She wore a dark green silk robe, loosely draped over her shoulders, the fabric pooling at her arms. The gap in the front revealed a bold red one-piece high cut swimsuit with a plunging neckline that made my throat go dry.
There was… a lot of sideboob.
The material clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.
I forced my eyes up just as she finally spoke, her voice carrying easily but not quite loud enough to be shouting.
“Welcome, lovebirds.”
Immediate shame.
I could hear the smirk in her voice.
“I’ll be down in a moment. Feel free to set your stuff wherever,” she continued, motioning toward the hallway. “If you need to change, second door on the right.”
And with that, she turned and disappeared into one of the upstairs rooms, not waiting for a reply.
I exhaled.
Lena, completely unfazed, was casually scrolling through her phone.
“I guess I should change,” I muttered.
She looked up and nodded with a small smile before returning to whatever she was doing.
The bathroom was easy enough to find–not particularly large, which meant it was probably one of many in the house. I changed into my plain black swim trunks, keeping my t-shirt on for now, and slid on my sandals.
When I stepped back out, I spotted Lena and Olivia sitting on the couch, deep in conversation.
“…Everyone knows Jake’s an asshole,” Lena was saying, lightly playing with her hair as she leaned back into the cushions. “But I doubt he’d do that. He does not have the balls.”
Gossip.
Olivia sighed, fidgeting slightly. “I don’t know… I just–” She hesitated. “I just wish she’d tell me. It had to be serious if she reacted like that.”
She looked… worried.
I hesitated for a second, deciding if I should interrupt, but as I walked over, Olivia was the first to acknowledge me.
“Alex!” she said smoothly, her usual teasing lilt back in her voice. “How are you finding my house? Everything to your liking?”
She was so used to this reaction. I could tell.
I forced a small smirk. “It’s… something alright. I’m guessing you get a lot of people walking in here looking awestruck?”
She deliberated for a moment, then let out a short laugh.
“I suppose,” she admitted. “But I can’t say I mind it too much.”
She stood in one fluid motion, stretching as she turned away.
Her robe slipped slightly, threatening to fall off her shoulders.
I almost wished she’d stayed facing me so I could get another look at the swimsuit up close.
Keeping my eyes where they needed to be tonight was going to require serious discipline.
“So, are we early, or is everyone else late?” I asked, settling onto the armrest of the couch next to Lena.
She answered first, while Olivia made her way toward the sliding doors leading to the backyard.
“I like getting here a little early. Liv knows that whatever time she tells the group, I’ll be here thirty minutes before that.” She was still texting, her thumbs moving over her screen–probably their group chat, maybe checking on everyone’s ETA.
Olivia, reaching for the door handle, glanced back. “Kat should be here soon. She lives pretty close by.”
Right. Kat.
She was the wild card. The one nobody could quite pin down.
Not bayan escort istanbul social like Olivia. Not radiating danger like Laura. Instead, she had this quiet, almost dreamy kind of allure–like she existed on a slightly different wavelength than everyone else.
She was effortlessly cool in a way that felt unintentional. Dark, wavy brown hair that fell just past her shoulders, always a little messy, but in a way that somehow worked. Pale, porcelain skin that almost seemed to glow under certain lights. And her eyes… a soft, hazel-brown, deep and unreadable, like she was constantly lost in her own thoughts.
She had a way of leaning against lockers, sipping iced coffee, looking like she wasn’t even trying but still drawing attention. She didn’t talk as much as the others, but when she did, people listened. Not because she was loud, but because her words always seemed to matter more.
There were rumors about her. That she had dated older guys. That she had connections outside of school no one really understood. Some people claimed she wasn’t even from here–Russian, Ukrainian, something like that. Lena had once casually mentioned her family was from somewhere in Eastern Europe, but that was as much as I knew for sure.
Physically? She wasn’t as perfectly curvy as Olivia or as toned as Laura–she was somewhere in between. Subtle, but striking in her own way. Long legs, narrow shoulders, a slender frame that gave her an almost ethereal beauty. But there was a quiet confidence in the way she carried herself, like she never had to try too hard to get what she wanted.
I didn’t know why, but I was weirdly… scared of meeting her. Maybe the unknown factor was what unsettled me the most.
By now, Olivia had already stepped outside, adjusting the lounge chairs to catch the last of the afternoon sun.
Lena glanced back at me. “Wanna come out? I’m gonna sunbathe a little before it gets dark.”
I nodded, pushing myself off the couch.
The poolside area was nice–the faint smell of chlorine lingering in the air, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow over the space.
I barely had time to take it all in before my focus was pulled somewhere else entirely.
Lena had just sat down on one of the lounge chairs. She reached for the hem of her slightly too transparent crop top and pulled it over her head, her full chest bouncing inside the snug bikini beneath. Then, she hooked her thumbs into her shorts and shimmied them down, revealing a matching bikini bottom that was… tight.
Really, really tight.
I clenched my jaw.
I wasn’t about to be that guy–the one who made things uncomfortable. They’d invited me into their space, probably because Lena vouched for me. The last thing I wanted was to make anyone feel weird, especially her.
I forced my gaze elsewhere. The pool. The backyard design. The–
A movement in my periphery nearly undid all of my efforts.
Olivia had just shrugged off her robe.
By all definitions, Lena was… busty. But compared to Olivia, even she didn’t look that impressive.
Olivia’s one-piece was somehow even more dangerous up close. It hugged every curve, the plunging neckline dipping so low it was practically gravity-defying. She moved with an ease that made it clear she knew exactly the effect she had.
I half-focused on the pool, pretending I wasn’t watching.
After a beat, Olivia spoke up.
“You do know how to swim, right, Alex?”
I almost tensed, half-expecting to be caught doing something wrong, but her voice wasn’t mocking. More like she’d be annoyed if I said no.
“None of us are actual lifeguards,” she added. “No mouth-to-mouth if you drown.”
Okay, that part was definitely teasing.
I felt Lena shift, probably about to defend me, but I spoke up before she could.
“Yeah, I do. I used to swim competitively, actually… though that was a long time ago.”
I wasn’t bragging, just stating a fact. It was a piece of my life that felt distant now, but I had always loved the water.
Olivia’s expression didn’t shift much–just a brief flicker of indifference before it melted into her usual mischief.
“We’re probably not getting in the pool for a while, so…” She turned, tilting her head slightly. “How about you make yourself useful and help me put on some sunscreen?”
I met her gaze.
It was the same look she had given me back at the café.
This was another test.
I could decline, sure–but something told me that wasn’t the right move. Olivia wasn’t just teasing for the sake of teasing. If I backed down now, if I got flustered and scrambled for an excuse, she’d know she had gotten to me.
And something told me that was a game I didn’t want to lose.
Stepping away from the pool’s edge, I made my way toward her chair.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her expression shift ever so slightly–like she had expected me to hesitate.
To be fair, she wasn’t the only one.
Lena immediately broke the slightly awkward escort bağdat caddesi silence in her usual energetic way.
“What–no fair! I want Alex to put sunscreen on me too.” She pouted like a spoiled child, crossing her arms for dramatic effect.
Olivia, still lounging, barely reacted. “Well, I asked first. Wait your turn.” She stretched her arms above her head before turning over onto her stomach, adjusting her hair so it wouldn’t get in the way. Then, tilting her head to glance at me over her shoulder, she added, “Get to work. If you do a good job, I might just change my mind about you.”
She giggled.
Yeah, definitely not taking anything she said too seriously right now.
Lena let out a sigh of exaggerated defeat before reaching for her own bottle of sunscreen and applying it to the places she could reach without my help.
Meanwhile, I hesitated.
Man, I needed to be careful about where I looked. Lena was right there–if my eyes wandered even a little, she’d definitely notice. But Olivia’s ass… damn.
Laura might’ve taken the crown when it came to perfectly toned curves down there, but Olivia wasn’t far behind. Her body had more… softness to it. Less athletic, maybe, but no less distracting.
And up to this point, the only thing saving me from very obvious embarrassment was my steady baseline of anxiety. But moments like this?
Let’s just say my swim trunks weren’t exactly baggy, and nothing about this situation was helping.
I had to focus.
Reaching for the sunscreen bottle she had left on the floor, I squeezed a decent amount onto her back. Olivia’s skin twitched slightly at the sudden coldness, a barely audible noise escaping her lips.
I swallowed.
Then, finally, I placed my hands on her back.
Her skin was smooth. Warm from the sun.
I started with slow, steady movements, spreading the lotion evenly across her shoulder blades, working my way down. The muscles under my hands shifted slightly as she adjusted her posture, and I tried–really tried–not to think too hard about what I was touching.
But then Olivia hummed in approval.
“Not bad,” she murmured, sounding entirely too comfortable. “You have good hands, Alex.”
I paused for a split second.
Lena definitely noticed.
I didn’t even have to look to know she was side-eyeing us, her fingers probably frozen mid-application of her own sunscreen.
I forced myself to keep going, moving down to her lower back, my thumbs tracing the small dip above her waist.
Stay professional. Stay neutral.
Olivia, of course, had other plans.
“You can go a little lower, you know. I do need full coverage.”
I almost coughed.
Lena made a noise–somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.
“You’re enjoying this way too much, Liv,” she muttered.
Olivia didn’t even deny it. “Obviously.”
I hesitated for a fraction of a second before continuing, running my hands just above the curve of her waistline, careful not to go too far down. I wasn’t about to fall into whatever trap she was setting.
“Alright, you’re done,” I said, pulling back before she could push it further.
She stretched again, slowly sitting up and twisting her back like she was testing my work.
“Hmm. Not bad at all,” she said, flashing a teasing grin before finally reaching for her sunglasses.
Crisis somewhat averted.
Lena, meanwhile, finished up with her own sunscreen before turning toward me.
“Okay, my turn,” she announced, her expression unreadable.
Oh, boy.
Olivia chuckled, reclining fully on her lounge chair. “Have fun, Alex.”
Lena turned, sitting sideways on her chair so her back was to me. She pulled her hair over one shoulder, exposing the smooth expanse of her back.
I swallowed again.
Unlike Olivia, who had turned the whole thing into a game, Lena was… different. She wasn’t teasing. She wasn’t trying to test me.
She just expected me to do it.
Somehow, that made this way worse.
I squeezed more sunscreen onto my hands this time, rubbing them together to warm it up before touching her.
Then, just like before, I started at her shoulders.
Her skin was soft, sun-warmed, with a faint scent of coconut from the lotion. But where Olivia had been loose and relaxed, Lena was… still. Almost tense.
Was she nervous?
The thought sent something very dangerous through my brain.
I worked my way down her shoulder blades, slow and careful. My fingers traced over the knots of her muscles, and I instinctively pressed into them a little, trying to work them out.
Lena sighed.
A small, quiet sound that made every single hair on my body stand on end.
I had no idea if she meant to do that.
I swallowed hard yet again, keeping my movements steady as I worked my way lower, brushing over the small of her back, feeling her shift slightly under my touch.
I needed to wrap this up before my self-control completely shattered.
“Done,” I said, pulling back before I could get too comfortable.
Lena let out a slow breath before turning around, smiling up at me like nothing had happened.
“Thanks,” she said.
For some reason, that one word affected me way more than Olivia’s entire routine.
I sat back, exhaling sharply, trying to reset my brain.
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