1 Chapter 1

My mother had her old work friend Sarah and husband John come out to visit. They are much younger than her and only about ten years older than me. They were awarded my room downstairs, which is part of the garage, to give them some privacy. It meant I missed out on my own privacy.

I could come and go as I liked. I could have over whomever I wanted, which was fantastic. My parents didn’t know I was gay, and I was waiting for the right opportunity to tell them. Privacy was a big thing for me, so, for now, I was stuck in the study they’d converted into a bedroom.

“Why don’t you give them your room?” I asked my mother.

“Because they need their time alone. Upstairs, they’d be right next to your brother. I don’t want Adam hearing things I might have to explain.”

“You’re not serious,” I said.

“Just do this for me, please, Shawna,” she said. “I don’t want to argue.”

So that was that. It was always me who had to compromise. Fancy her thinking they’d make that much noise when they are in bed. What did she think they were, raving nymphomaniacs?

I smiled to myself. Maybe she was right! That would certainly make interesting company. Maybe I could learn something new.

As soon as they arrived, Sarah was all over me and Adam. She gushed about how much we’d grown and how grateful she was to me that I gave them my room. She was absolutely stunning, and I found I had trouble tearing my eyes off her. No wonder they were always all over each other. If she was my partner, I’d never let her out of my sight.

They’d only been married a year, and I found myself wondering what they were getting up to in my room. She had a way about her that made you want to confide in her. She was easy to talk to and was always laughing, having fun and telling jokes. I loved having her there.

They were a nice couple. In the end, I was pleased I’d given them my room as she was so appreciative. She encouraged me to talk about myself. I wondered if it was prying, if she guessed my sexuality as no boyfriends were ever around. She even gave me tips on makeup and hair. She often sought me out to make conversation, and, at times, I felt as though there was more, that there was something she wanted to say to me but couldn’t.

Our pool is only about twelve feet from the front door. I’ve gone skinny dipping quite a lot when everyone’s asleep, a few times with girlfriends. It is my home, after all, but I was quite taken aback when I heard some splashing and quiet giggling about three o’clock one morning.

I took a peak out the window, and there they were. He was holding her, and she seemed to have her legs locked around his back. She didn’t have her bra on. They were kissing. Then suddenly they disappeared as he dropped to his knees and submerged them. They came up laughing, and I heard her trying to shush him.

There’s nothing like the cool water caressing every inch of my naked body. I love the feel of it surging around me when I do the breast stroke and the way it cuts through the crack of my butt when I come up for air

I could have gone back to bed, allowed them their privacy, but, well, I didn’t. I decided to sneak down and have a closer look…and I took my camera. I really didn’t think they’d be naked, thought they’d at least have some clothing on as our pool has a night illumination that lights up the entire depth. It would give me a perfect view of their antics.

I quietly climbed up an embankment, careful not to slip. Some of the bushes have thistles. Making my way stealthily along, I found an opening I could spy through. As I said, I’ve gone skinny dipping, too, but what they were doing I thought was quite rude and disrespectful to my parents.

Sarah broke through the water at the lower level and eased her way up on the highest step. She looked stunning with water cascading down from her slicked back hair and over her luscious breasts. She opened her thighs, beckoning John to her. He took a deep breath and dived below, only to surface inches from her cunt.

I zoomed in, snapping away, hoping it couldn’t be heard in the still of the night. I wanted to get what shots I could before he took up the frame.

“What are you doing?” I heard him whisper.