...Aimee was soon clutching the side of the pool while panting. The muddling effects of the pre-dip brews convinced her she could match Allison drink for drink, and that factors like the drummer's status as a lush and their size difference need not be considered. It seemed like a good idea at first, but before long the guitarist's extremities got heavy and her flushed head was knocking every which way. And this only made swimming and treading laborious, even without the encumbrance of clothing.
A small ledge was erected along the pool wall a few feet below the surface of the water, allowing Aimee to rest comfortably at the water's edge while she caught her breath. The heavy breaths made even her small chest heave, yet she remained oblivious to the feel of the concrete scraping her nipples. All she knew was her lungs were filling with air and the stars in the sky were like stage lights - illuminating her way to stardom while still hiding the hurdles she would climb. Her eyes flew open. There's a song in that, she thought. It could be gold if I work it out. Has anyone tried that before? Could we be the first? ...Damn it! I know all my favs by heart! Why am I drawin a blank?
The redhead turned around to face her bandmates once again. Since the alcohol was impairing her cognition, it was up to one of them to clear the fog in her head, and even help her develop the angle. All she needed was one who wouldn't mind working instead of frolicking like a nymph. ...I shoulda brought my phone, Aimee thought.
The closest companion was Jen, and she didn't even hear Aimee call out to her. The bassist was taking a greater interest in backstroking across the pool. No doubt it was all about her boobs bobbing in and out of the water with each stroke. Jen was always much more of a free spirit than the rest of the group. Based on everything they knew, the raven-haired girl would be giving her twin assessts much more air time were it not for modern technology and her rational brain. The alcohol was definitely numbing the latter, Aimee noted.
The clang of two cans led Aimee away from the buoy show and towards the shallow end. Allison and Crystal were standing near the start of the pool's deep end with fresh beer rushing into their bellies. Bottoms up already, Aimee grinned. She'd never passed up a free show before, and she certainly wasn't going to start now. Not when four well-shaped breasts were thrust out at her, and especially when two of them happened to belong to her crush. Of course, the drummer was a vision of loveliness in her own right. Allison had released her hair from its braided confines, and the water allowed it to form a halo around her body. The absence of tan lines only strengthened the allure, especially since her nipples weren't tinted bronze, instead maintaining the dark pink color she chose for her hair.
However, Crystal definitely dominated Aimee's attention. Even with the pale triangle overlay, her perky peaks retained a perfect shape with a vibrant crimson cap. The water droplets scattered over her toned body made it glisten the night light. And then there's the...devilish glint in her hazel eyes. Oops.
Before Aimee could turn away or excuse her gawking, she saw a faint grin spread across the lips of her blue-haired goddess. Crystal whispered into Allison's ears, clearly giggling all the while, until the drummer's own grin made Aimee's stomach churn. She sighed happily once Allison began a stealth approach towards Jen. At first, she looked back to Crystal just as a reflex. Wanting another look at her exposed flesh, and wanting to see if she was off the hook for peeking. Just something to occupy her time until Allison pounced on Jen. But then it was more.
It seemed like an innocuous stretch, as if Crystal had worn her guitar for too long. Like her chest thrusting out was just a happy accident. But the look in her eyes was anything but innocent. That's the face she wears when she wants what she sees more than life itself. It was the glow of unadulterated passion. And it was aimed directly at Aimee.
No no, Aimee scolded herself, Crystal's just thinkin about tonight's gig while stretching. I happen ta be in the way. Of course that's not what Aimee wanted, but what other explanation was there? Crystal was straight. Wasn't she?
Aimee inhaled sharply. As if to prove her wrong, Crystal cupped her right hand and slowly drizzled water over the left side of her cleavage. The redhead couldn't help but watch each and every drop as it traced across the globular flesh until the cascades ceased. Her eyes stayed glued to the flesh, though. Without missing a beat, Crystal's now-empty hand followed the water's path, treating her captive audience to a caress of her boob and erect teat. And her desirous eyes never left Aimee even once.
Aimee licked her lips. That was a definite come-on, she thought. And way more important than...what was I doin before? Ah whateva! Time ta...
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