Eager to get inside, she reached for the handle of the sliding door with her gloved hand.  When she pulled, her hand slipped off throwing her off balance almost to the ground.  She grunted and cursed her webbed gloves for the delay.  The gloves were made of a stiff synthetic material which didn’t allow much movement.  She reached up with both her hands, awkwardly gripped the door handle and set her feet apart for better leverage.  She was straining to open the door when a voice behind her caused her blood to run cold.

“It’s locked.”

It was Eric.

Rachel let go of the door and stood up straight but couldn’t bring herself to turn around.  She looked in the reflection from the door.  Eric was lounging by the pool.  He was wearing a swimsuit without a shirt.  She hadn’t seen him because her approach angle to the back yard put him behind the pool house.  Even in the reflection, she could make out a huge grin on his face.  After a few moments he spoke up.

“What’s up Rach?  You decide to take up naked yoga or something?  You should really put something on.  We have rules in this neighborhood, after all.”

In an instant, Eric had reduced her from a confident young lady to a girl who had to be reprimanded for running around naked.

She wracked her brain for a way out, or at least a clever comeback.  Every excuse sounded fake.  Every comeback would sound lame because she was in fact running around naked.  She couldn’t hide from him.  She couldn’t run.  So she just turned around in silence and took the consequences.

Even Eric’s smart mouth was silenced by the sight before him.  His childhood friend was no longer a child.  The curves he had seen that morning under the wet nightgown were now on full display.  Her breasts were full and round.  Their creamy light skin a perfect contrast to the pink of her areolas.  Her nipples were standing at attention.

He wanted to make a joke about headlights, but the words never came.  He drew his attention down the line of her slender waist to her curving hips.  Between her legs, another contrast awaited him.  Her pink pussy lips were slightly parted hinting at juicy red intimacies within.  She was a teenage boy’s ultimate fantasy.

Many thoughts ran through Eric’s mind, but nothing came out.  She had managed to shut him up, just not in the way she planned.

Rachel broke the silence.  “Why is the door locked?”  She tried to speak as if demanding an answer.  But her voice faltered and it came across as pleading.  She wasn’t exactly in a position of power at the moment.

He ignored her question and kept drinking in the view.  She was so embarrassed.  She felt completely powerless.  It was like she was forced to stand there and let this boy study her body until he chose to answer her.  With nothing left to hide and no answers from Eric, she finally walked over and sat down in the nearest lounge chair, crossing her arms over her chest.

That’s when he noticed her gloves.  “Seriously, Rach.  What’s with the getup?  You get a job at some Martian themed strip club?”

“This is my swim team uniform….It’s professionally certified…and…and European!”  She tried to rebuild some of her confidence.

Eric just grinned.  “You’re shitting me.  This is some kind of prank.” He looked around expecting his friends to jump out the bushes.  Of course, if it was a prank, he was more than willing to go along with it.  But how did they get Rachel to go along?  She was the one putting her body on display after all.  He dismissed the prank idea and went back to staring at her tits.

Rachel was fed up.  “You don’t know anything about swim technology.  I’ll have you know I set a current year state best in the freestyle today in this suit.  Now tell me why the freaking door is locked, jerk.”

“Oh that”, Eric lay back casually adjusting the hardening situation in his shorts.  “I got grounded.  I pulled a harmless little prank on some freshmen and they cried to the principal.  So my parents grounded me to the pool until they get home.  I told them you wouldn’t mind because you were going to tan anyway.”

Leave it to Eric to cause trouble on the first day of school. She had never heard of being grounded outside.  But in this heat, she could see the logic.  A kid would much rather be inside playing video games about now.  But now she was locked out with him until his parents got home.

Speaking of heat, her swim cap was starting to get itchy from all the sweat.  The pool but would cool her down, but what she really needed was to wash her hair out.  She eyed the outdoor shower which was designed to wash the chlorine off after swimming.  It was directly across from Eric.  Even after totally exposing her body to him, she drew the line at giving him a private viewing to her shower.

She looked down at her gloves and longed to take them off.  But without her cap and gloves she was just a naked girl lounging by the pool, showing off her body to a handsome boy.  She looked over at Eric.  He had pulled a cell phone out of the beach bag beside him and was pointing it at her.

Concerned he was taking her picture, Rachel crossed her arms tighter over her breasts.  “What are you doing?”

Eric grinned.  “Just ordering a pizza.  It’s so hard to see in this light.”  He tilted the phone different directions and looked to be dialing a number.  “you want anything?”

She was hungry, but didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.  “No”.  She looked away.

Eric finished dialing and then put the phone to his ear.  “Yeah, did you get it?  Yes.  I promise.  Trust me on this one, dude.” Eric started talking low in to the phone.  She tried to eavesdrop but another problem suddenly drew her attention away.  The top part of her breasts had a pinkish hue.  She had noticed it earlier but dismissed it as a blush.  But now it was stronger and all over her body, not just her breasts.  All this time out in the hot southern sun was taking its toll on her creamy white skin.  Because she didn’t have a base tan, she knew she would have to put sun block on soon or risk a burn.

Eric spoke louder “Oh yeah, I’d like a small pepperoni with extra cheese.  Yeah, you’ll get your tip. OK bye.” Then he hung up and started typing something on it.

She didn’t want to say anything to draw his attention back to her body, but he was going to look anyway.  And she had to ask.  “Eric” he looked at her, his blue eyes sparkling, “do you have any sunscreen?”

He grinned as he reached into the bag beside his lounge chair, pulled out a bottle, and tossed it to her.  She had to uncross her arms to catch the bottle once again exposing her breasts to him.  Her normally solid hand-eye coordination was thrown off because of the situation, but the stiff gloves made it impossible to catch the bottle.  It bounced off her hands and rolled in to the pool.  Eric laughed, “nice catch, flipper”.

She got up and rushed over to the pool, hoping to catch the bottle before it sunk.  Thankfully it floated but was quickly moving out of reach.  She got on her knees and leaned way out, reaching with one glove to guide the bottle back.  In that position, her breasts were hanging like ripe melons over the water.  Her firm butt was thrust in the air behind her.  She looked over to see Eric pointing his phone at her again and smiling.  He must be recording the whole thing, but she couldn’t prove it.  She just prayed he had a low resolution camera on his phone.

She fished out the bottle and returned to her lounge.  By now Eric was not even pretending to be texting.  His camera phone was locked onto the naked girl with every jiggle of her bare body.  He knew what was about to happen and silently thanked Tommy for convincing him to spend the money on the extra megapixels.  He would pay Tommy back soon enough…TO BE CONTINUED