Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 6

Poolside Confession

The sun hung high overhead, glinting off the pool like diamonds. I sat back in the lounge chair, shirtless, still carrying the weight of what I saw last night. My thoughts hadn’t slowed since.

Her voice. Her moans. That thick, wet heat between her legs as she begged to be pounded.

Her body bouncing. Her smile after.

It replayed in loops — in my head, my chest, and definitely lower.

Then the patio door slid open.

Katherine.

Hair tied up. Minimal makeup. Bare skin glowing in the light. Her bikini was so small it barely qualified — blue, stretchy, hugging her ass and squeezing her thick curves just enough to make it impossible to look away.

She carried lemonade in one hand, sunglasses in the other. And a look on her face like she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Morning,” she said casually.

“Hey,” I answered, my throat dry.

She sat beside me — not across from me, not a safe distance — right beside me. Our legs almost touched.

“I was wondering if you’d show up,” she said softly, her voice lower now. “You okay?”

I nodded. “Yeah. Just... last night was…”

She smiled. “Intense?”

I nodded again. “More than I expected.”

She looked at me with something more than amusement — pride, maybe. Heat.

“I wanted to thank you,” she said. “I came so hard knowing you were watching.”

My heart thudded. I could still hear her cries, see her body trembling around him.

“I’ve never come like that before,” she said, licking a bit of lemon from her thumb. “Something about knowing you were back there… seeing it all… it pushed me over the edge.”

I swallowed. “Yeah. It was… crazy. Hot as hell.”

Her smile deepened.

Then her fingers brushed my thigh. Just barely at first — but then lingered, soft and slow. She didn’t pull away.

Her voice dipped lower, teasing.

“Did you… get off?” she asked.

I blinked. “What?”

She leaned in, a playful gleam in her eyes. “Did you cum while you were watching?”

I could barely speak. “N-not right then. But… later. In bed.”

“How?” she asked, like she really wanted to know. “Did you think about what I said? Or how I moaned? Or the way I took it like a good girl?”

My breath caught. She smiled wider, brushing her nails lightly up and down my thigh now, just shy of the edge of my shorts.

“I bet you were soaked,” she whispered. “Bet you didn’t even need much. Just the memory of me getting stuffed. Hearing me beg for more.”

I was shaking, heart hammering. I didn’t trust my voice, so I nodded.

She giggled — soft, wicked.

“Mmm. That’s so hot.”

Then she tilted her head slightly.

“Maybe next time,” she murmured, “after he leaves… I’ll help you out myself.”

My mouth went dry.

Her touch eased off, just as slowly as it started — but not before she gave my leg one last stroke, trailing her fingertips along the inside of my thigh.

“But you have to be good,” she added. “Ask questions. Be patient. Learn.”

I finally managed to say, “When’s the next time?”

She reached for her sunglasses, slid them on, then tilted her head at me.

“I like that,” she said. “That you’re eager.”

There was a pause — then her voice dropped again.

“You’re learning. Watching. Obeying. That turns me on, Tommy.”

She stood, slow and smooth. Her hips swayed as she stepped toward the pool, ass on full display, tight in that little bikini bottom. A clear camel toe peeked through the fabric.

Just before she dove in, she looked back.

“Soon,” she said. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready.”

Then she slipped beneath the surface — and left me burning, aching, and desperate for what came next.