Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
A Sinful Act>: 9

Suddenly the game of watching everyone stare at her was a lot less fun. It had been thrilling to watch the boys stare at her tits, or to see other girls look approvingly at her swimsuit choice, but the idea that they might see her like this... a girl with a wet spot that hadn't gone anywhere near the water in hours... That was truely mortifying. So she walked slowly across the sidewalk and waited in line to use the board like she didn't have a care in the world even though her body flushed with shame at the warm slick feeling, and that made the already slow line seem like it was taking forever. When she finally got on the board she didn't try to do anything fancy. She just did a simple forward dive into the water, and then glided down low enough that she could just about touch the bottom as she cut through the water before she came up for air. It was graceful enough that no one noticed, though getting her hair out of her eyes as she broke the surface was remarkably less so. Still the problem had been solved. She'd instantly transformed herself from a slut that got wet at the memory of her own rape into just another swimmer with one quick dive.

Ivy swam a while longer - doing half a dozen laps to cool off after her tan so no one would think anything of her behavior before she tired of it. She wasn't much of a swimmer, and now that the worst heat of the day had passed she'd rather be back home on her phone in front of a fan than getting chlorine in her eyes. So she exited the pool and went to the locker room for a quick change to ride home so she could shower and all that. At least that was the plan until she saw Anna changing to get ready for work and her mouth went dry.

Ivy felt a stab of sudden shyness as she started to remove her shoulder straps. Normally changing in front of strangers didn't matter, but this one... Ivy turned around and pretended not to notice that she was practically alone in the women's changing area with her crush as she got undressed. She only got the bathing suit to her waist though before she heard Anna say, "Well look who it is."

Ivy turned around and pretended to be surprised, "Oh my Gosh Anna - what are you doing here?" Faking the surprise was easy - keeping eye contact instead of looking down at her eighteen year old classmate's chest while she stood there in only her underwear was much harder, but somehow Ivy managed.

"I actually work here," Anna said, holding up the red bathing suit of a lifeguard. "What about you?" When Anna bent down to pick up her suit, Ivy let her eyes roam the body of her crush with reckless abandonment for a few seconds, wandering along her thighs and hips, her breasts, and the nape of her neck. She'd never known that Anna had such well defined tan lines or such large nipples, but now that she did know, it would be impossible to forget.

"I just needed a break from the fam. You know. Somewhere where I wouldn't roast," Ivy said, averting her gaze while she sat down and pulled her suit all the way off. "So it was this or the library."

"Well I think you made the right choice," Anna said, pulling off her panties while she stood five feet from Ivy, practically forcing her to look at her shaved vagina while she acted like it was no big deal. This was killing Ivy though. One girl got dressed while the other put on her suit and each pretended like there was no attraction here - but Ivy could feel it, and she was sure Anna could feel it too.

"Tanning is always the right choice," Ivy said, and they both laughed at that as they both focused on getting dressed

"Well, it was good seeing you again," Anna said finally as she finished first and started to walk away.

"You too. Maybe I'll see you around." Ivy answered still in her underwear, immediately regretting the lame response. Of course she'd see her around. They went to the same school and had some of the same friends. It came off as so desperate and clingy.

Those doubts and feelings of self hatred evaporated though when Anna turned around briefly and flashed a smile. "I'd like that," she said. Just like that, everything was better. Ivy dressed and was halfway home before she realized she should have tried to get her snap, but even that was a forgivable mistake. She was surprised she'd kept it together as well as she did when she'd been so close to Anna's naked breasts. Forgetting to find out something she could get at school wasn't nearly as bad as any of the things that could have happened.

At home Ivy managed the heroic feat of keeping her hands off of her sex while she took a shower, and the rest of the day was so much better than she thought it would be, even with her stupid sibilings bothering her, as her mind went back to her crushes body again and again. Once the sun set and she was alone in her bed it became almost impossible not to touch herself at least a little bit while her conflicted feelings about what Brian had done to her mixed with the way Anna's naked body had made her feel.

Slowly her right hand wandered down her flat stomach and toward her special place as she imagined what it would be like if her imaginary lover forced herself on her and started to kiss her way down to her panties. It was a hot fantasy - hot enough to make her touch herself for the first time even though she knew it would give her one more thing to pray for forgiveness for in church tomorrow. Compared to sex before marriage though, a little masturbation hardly seemed to count.

Ivy wasn't surprised that she'd ultimately given in to this temptation, but she was surprised just how wet her encounter today had made her. Her poor little vagina was positively soaked as she slid a finger inside it. She could just imagine what Brian would say if he saw her like this. "Do you want me to fuck you until you're straight again? I might need to bring a few friends considering what a total lesbo slut you are." His words rang in her head as her imaginary lover attacked her clit with her pretty little mouth. It was too much, even as clumsy as Ivy's fingers were, having never done this before it still felt unbelievably good. So good that she accidentally moaned out loud before immediately covering her mouth with her left hand to keep herself from making any more noise.