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You heft yourself out of the water, swiveling yourself around so you were sitting on the edge of the pool. Looking around, you realize you are the last person here. Standing up, you walk briskly over to your phone, water dripping off your skimpy black and white bikini. As you check the time, you notice a snap from Stan. Sitting down on your towel, you open it to see him at your door. 'where r u. r u @ the pool agn?'. You snap a picture of you laying on your stomach, tits pushed up and forward as you bite your lip, staring at the camera like you were a model and type 'Yeah, getting wetter than you ever could get a girl!'. You send it, feeling proud of yourself for coming up with that. Almost immediately he snaps you back, it's him now on the sidewalk close to the pool. 'is tht a challenge?'. Rolling your eyes you snap a pic of your ass. 'You wish'. Satisfied, you close your phone and set it back in your bag. You stretch, giddy over having the entire pool to yourself. Laughing, you run and jump back into the pool, tiny white bubbles streaming upwards and tickling your body. You swim to the surface and lie on your back, staring at the ceiling. No kids swimming into you, no constant yelling, no getting hit by a ball or stepping on a torpedo, all alone. You close your eyes, sighing. It was so peaceful...
Little did you know is that while you were lost in your thoughts, Stan was already on his way to the pool. The picture of your sexy body in that bikini... Damn! He thought as he ran into the locker room. There is no fucking way she can tease me like that and get away with it. Smirking, he quickly jumps into his blue swim trunks. He hears a splash in the pool area and quickly and quietly opens and closes the door, then starts sneaking up to the edge.
All of a sudden, A big splash next to you caught you off guard. Shrieking, you are pulled underwater, arms tugging at your waist. You didn't get much air before you were pulled under, and the screen of tiny white bubbles prevented you from seeing your attacker. You fight and kick away from the person, and shoot for the surface, gasping for air. Hearing someone else break the surface of the water, you turn around wildly to see...Stan? He's laughing, his dark black hair plastered to his face, and water dripping down his neck.
"STAN!" You yell at him, shoving him away, your cheeks turning into a light crimson. "Don't do that! You scared the hell out of me!"
"IT WAS AMAZING!" He snickered. "The look on your face, (Y/N), it was priceless."
You glare at him and turn away, still blushing madly. Fucking Stan, what an asshole.
"Oh, come on (Y/N), you know you love me!" He says, hugging you from behind, nuzzling your neck.
You tense up, biting you lip. Dammit, I can't stay mad at Stan...-No. He needs to learn his lesson. Shaking him off, you swim away, to the other side of the pool. Stan stares at you for a moment, before smiling and swimming after you. "Come on, babe!" He says as he swims in front of you, cutting you off.
"Don't, call me babe" you glower at him, arms folded across your chest.
"Hey, hey! Forgive me? Pleeeease?" Stan whines, giving you his puppy dog eyes.
"UGH!" You yell, throwing your hands up in the air. "You are just like fucking Craig!"
"Impossible!" Stan declares, his eyes widening in mock disbelief. "I refuse to believe Craig could score someone as sexy as you" He grins, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
"Ugh!" You groan- "You are ridiculous."
He smirks. "Craig won't even come close to what I can do." He winks.
"S-Stan! That's not what I meant and you know it!" You protest, blushing madly. Jesus, I'm supposed to be mad at him! How on EARTH does he do this? You think to yourself.
Biting your lip, you look away, pretending to still be mad, but heat had started building up in your stomach, tingling with desire. You try to nonchalantly cross your legs, but Stan immediately noticed. His light blue eyes staring at your blush. Bingo. He smirked and whispered in your ear, "What's the matter (Y/N)? You seem... Preoccupied." He nips lightly at your neck.
You gasp and shiver a little as his warm breath tickles your ear, with goosebumps rising on your neck. The heat inside you grows as you imagine all the things Stan could do to you-NO. You stop yourself right there and try to push it out of your mind, but it still lingers. "F-Fuck off Stan" You manage to spit out.
"Well now, that doesn't sound very confident, but I would sure love to fuck you" He smirks as he leans his face down to yours. He laughs when he sees you blush even harder. Cupping your face in his hands, he stares into your eyes, and you can see that they are clouded over with lust and anticipation. The feeling of his hot breath on your lips, seeing his eyes undress you mentally, and the smirk on his face; You knew he had planned this. But you couldn't help it, he knew exactly what would turn you on.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?" Stan continues, his eyes darkening as he slowly starts rubbing your clit. "Don't think I haven't noticed how much you like me. Damn, you have no idea how much I've wanted you." He murmurs huskily, mashing his lips to yours. You tangle your fingers into his hair, kissing him back passionately. He slips his hand into your bikini bottoms and starts thrusting a finger in and out of you tight pussy. You gasp, and he takes that opening to stick his tongue into your mouth. You moan louder as Stan slips another finger, and another into your slick pussy, pumping them in and out slowly, every once in a while curling his fingers and sending spiked waves of pleasure through your body. You start grinding against his fingers, wanting more. Smiling, Stan takes his hand away from your vagina and kisses you lightly before pulling away. Shivering, you whine as he takes his sweet lips away from yours, your vagina feeling empty. Stan looks down at you, taking in your want for him, your need for him.
"Fuck," Stan groans. "You are so fucking hot!" He quickly removes his swim trunks and yanks you over to him, stripping you down as well. Grabbing your hips, he lifts you up and lines up his dick to your entrance, slowly entering before lifting you back up and ramming you back down on his cock, filling you completely.
"OH MY GOD!" You moan, throwing your head back in pure ecstasy. Grinning wildly, he kisses you passionately, sucking on your lips and nibbling your neck. God she is so fucking tight. He groans as your walls clench around his dick. His eyes stay trained on your face as he gives your nipple a slight nip, and watches your eyes roll back into your head, moaning loudly. Damn, I'm not going to last long with her like this. Stan rams his dick into you, hitting your G-spot, earning a scream of pleasure from you. Shit she's not gonna last long either... Grabbing his head, you pull him into a deep kiss. Groaning quietly, Stan pounds into you, water splashing onto both of your bellies.
"Say my name," Stan whispers heatedly into your ear. "I want to hear you scream it."
"S-Stan..." You moan, climbing closer to your peak.
"LOUDER" He demands, hitting your G-spot hard, lightly biting your nipple, pushing you over the edge.
"OH FUCK, STAN!!" You scream, and cum all over his dick. He curses and rams into a couple more times before he cums too, his hot semen filling you up.
Fuck. Who knew Stan was such a beast. You moan a little as he sits you on the step, and swims out to grab your floating swim suits. You kinda zone out for the rest of the night. Waking up the next morning, you see a note from Stan. picking it up, you read "Hey (Y/N), you kinda more or less passed out last night, so I went ahead and got you dressed again and carried you home. In case you're worrying about anyone seeing us, don't. There was no one outside at all. Besides, I know that I wouldn't mind seeing everyone be jealous that I somehow managed to have the privilege of hanging out with the sexiest girl in school. Alas, I won't be telling anyone unless you are okay with it. You have me wrapped around your finger, and I'm perfectly okay with that. (PS Feel free to come over to my house sometime, I'd love to do that again. ;)"
You smile. I'd actually love to do that again. You ponder as you set the note back down. I might take him up on his offer.