Marina pulled her sunglasses onto her face and finished the rest of her fruity cocktail.

She was standing at the bottom of the slip and slide that Sam and David had set up for their annual summer party. It was basically just a long tarp covered in dish soap,

but it did the trick. At the top of the grassy hill was the curvy, red-headed woman Maria had her eye on all day.

Emily was apparently an old college friend of Sam's, and Marina couldn't help but feel

attracted to her.

She'd even gone so far as to ask Sam if Emily was available, and if it would be weird if they

talked.

Sam and his typical over-the-top fashion said that it was definitely okay,

and called Emily over to meet Marina. Your bathing suit is very cute, said Marina,

eyeing Emily's mint-green one-piece with the sides cut out, her red hair seemed to glint golden in the light.

So is yours, purple suits you.

Marina nervously tugged at her dark braid and smiled, a flesh of pleasure spreading through her body.

They refilled their drinks and headed for the pool,

which was empty. Everyone seemed more interested in the slip and slide. That was when time started

to fade away. They spent two hours talking and getting to know each other, occasionally pausing to dip down into the

water, their legs and feet touching underneath the surface. It was dark when everyone came back

to the pool, so Marina and Emily decided to get out. Taking her by the hand, Marina led Emily into Sam and David's

air-conditioned house and down to the finished basement, where she was crashing that night. Their

bodies and hair were still damp, the smell of chlorine strong as they began to kiss, just as Marina closed

the door behind her. But it was Emily who really took charge. As they made out, their tongues

sliding into each other's mouths, Emily reached down and caressed Marina's pussy through the material of her bikini bottoms.

Marina arched forward, her body tightening with pleasure.

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