Date:          February 2004
Title:         Swimming Pool Party
Author:        Jeroen Verbeek, Copyright (C) 2004. All rights reserved.

Summary:       At my friend's summer night party I almost drown in the 
               swimming pool.

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Swimming Pool Party


Warm August nights, always perfect for a late night swim. I remember those 
words from my best friend at that time. His parents were gone for the 
weekend and he decided to give a party. So we invited several of our 
friends and a few relatives. Everybody showed up, and especially the older 
college girls were worth seeing for us high-school guys.
     It was near midnight when a slow record was playing for about nine or 
ten couples to dance to in the dimly-lit lounge. Bored by this sticky 
business I went outside, and to my surprise a pretty, dishwater blonde 
sophomore spent a few minutes talking to me. On her way back to the house 
she noticed the pool area at the back of the house.
     "Let's go swimming!" she exclaimed and quickly started to unbutton her 
blouse. Then she peeled off her jeans and she slipped her bra from her 
shoulders. The moonlight had a dazzling effect as it caressed the milky 
whiteness of her skin. She definitely resembled a goddess in the faint 
light of the swimming pool. A work of art. I followed the delicious swaying 
movement of her behind as she walked to the pool and dove in.
     "Come on in," she called, waved at me, and ducked back under the water.
     Nervous, but also excited, her invitation seemed wild, naughty. In a 
moment of spontaneity I undressed myself (keeping my boxers on), and jumped 
into the pool, making a huge splash.
     It was heaven; the cool water enveloped me. We had lots of fun joking 
and fooling around, but nothing really happened (except for the touch of 
her breasts, but she didn't make any objection). A little while later some 
more partygoers joined us, and we generally had a good time.

It was a moonless night, and the stars were brilliant. My mouth was right 
at the waterline so I could just breath. I kicked lightly with my legs, 
swimming in place to keep my position. Slowly I swam to the far side of the 
pool and watched the people splashing around. The only illumination came 
from the lighted panels, underwater, which gave a dim yellow glow. I 
submerged below the water level like a submarine, and sank to the bottom of 
the deep end. Then suddenly the lights went out, blanketing the water in 
total darkness. I heard muffled screams while swimming under water, and 
after a while I really got bad cramps. My chest started to spasm and 
bubbles escaped uncontrollably from my mouth. My mind raced with panic. I 
couldn't hold out much longer!
     Trapped underwater I blew my last burst of bubbles in shock and 
terror. God, I'm going to drown, my mind screamed! I was frightened beyond 
anything I'd ever experienced before. My body spasmed, and I arched my 
back, preparing for the worst. But just when I began to breathe water, a 
pair of feminine hands took hold of my face. Then her soft lips pressed 
against my mouth, forcing air into my lungs. Something about it felt so 
familiar, just like we'd touched before. I thought I was hallucinating as I 
inhaled the life-giving air convulsively into my lungs. Later I found 
myself clung to the edge of the pool, gasping for breath, as I caught a 
glimpse of a pale silhouette disappearing in the dark water.

Under normal circumstances I would have left the pool immediately, but that 
night I didn't. I swam back to the shallow end, now lit only by the 
reflection from a light in a nearby yard. And suddenly it happened that I 
had to pee really badly. My bladder felt about too burst! There was nothing 
in the world that could stop me from letting go, and I peed. Relief! The 
water around me warmed briefly, and I heaved a deep sigh. But at the same 
moment I shot out my strong stream into the water, a loud alarm bell went 
off, and huge beams of light lighted the pool. Caught red-handed, I must 
have looked like a deer in the headlights, eyes wide. With my boxers on my 
knees and my member curved upward like a banana, the golden stream beneath 
me seemed to flow endlessly. The boys and girls around were laughing and 
joking at me. Then, after what felt like forever, I began to play out, 
releasing the last drops that flowed from my bladder. Once I'd finished my 
pee I shrugged my shoulders and looked at them in puzzlement. 
     "What's so funny?" I asked, and climbed out of the water.



The End




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