Lynelle

As the warm weather was getting more intense, Lynelle decided it was time to test out the fancy swimming pool in the back garden of the house.

"I'm going swimming, feel free to join me," she called, heading upstairs to change into her bathing suit.

"It's midnight!" someone called, and she only laughed in response.

A simple but sexy black bikini. It was the only swimwear she owned that wasn't for competitive swimming. She looked hot in it and it was certainly more comfortable than the other options.

She walked out the back door into the hot air, passing the five frozen men who were just watching her. She laughed to herself, thinking they were surprised she would swim this late.

She dove in the pleasantly cool water, only emerging after she'd crossed the length of the pool. By the time she came up, four splashes had sounded, one after another, in the pool.

She turned, resting her elbows on the edge of the pool and facing the guys, who swam towards her in only their underwear. She laughed at the sight of Rowan standing by the edge of the pool, still fully clothed and as scowly as ever.

She lifted herself up out of the water to sit on the edge of the pool and waved him towards her as the other four reached her. His face changed and he started unbuttoning his shirt.

She would have watched him more, but Max grabbed her and yanked her into the pool, effectively breaking her ogle session. They wrestled a little (she was losing, being outnumbered four to one) before Rowan reached them and sealed in Lynelle's defeat.

They played for a while swimming around and wrestling.

They were taller than her and able to stand in the water, which was slightly too deep for her. She felt herself being lifted into someone's arms.

"You never had a chance against us, baby," Max teased as he threw her away from them into the shallower part of the pool. She cackled as she soared through the air, then hit the water with a dramatic splash. She took the moment under the water to collect herself. You never had a chance against us, baby. Whoa.

When she emerged, Ethan and Jackson where there. In the part where she had been thrown, them standing up revealed more of their impressive torsos out of the water. Lynelle thought they should definitely go swimming more. Ethan had an evil look in his eye, like he was gonna throw her again, so she swam backwards to escape him, only to bump into Jackson's muscular front.

They sandwiched her between them, holding her still as she struggled to get away. Jackson stood behind her, gripping her wrists, and Ethan was grabbing her thighs. They were all laughing as she fought them.

Ethan tightened his grip on her thighs, and when Lynelle looked up, he wasn't laughing anymore. Neither was Jackson. Ethan was looking at her with a dark expression that she'd never seen from his sweet face. He looked like he was about to say something, but before he could, Jackson hurled her through the air, into the part where the other three were watching them.

When she surfaced, she dodged Max, swam to the edge, and sat there, despite the slightly chilled night air, combing through her wet hair with her fingers as she listened to Char and Max talk about some movie they liked.

What the hell was that? That was charged with some strong sexual energy. Or maybe it wasn't, and she just needed to get laid. Either way, she was wet, and not just from the pool water. She could feel throbbing in between her legs, something that she didn't want to feel right at this second.

Max scooted his way over to her, keeping his arms pressed against the concrete by the pool, which was still warmed by the afternoon sun despite the chilled air. His shoulder bumped her leg, causing her insides to clench for some reason.

"You look cold. Wanna go in?" he smiled. She nodded, even though she wasn't cold, and since none of them brought towels, they ran over to the back door and let themselves into the warm house.

Going up to her room, Lynelle was pretty sure she understand what Max meant when he said she looked cold, as she passed a mirror in the hall. Her nipples were very clearly poking out underneath the black fabric of her top. She was glad they thought it was from the cold, because the truth was a little more perverted than that.

No, my nipples are hard because I enjoy being squished between my two hot roommates in nothing but their boxers.

Lynelle shook her head, taking off the wet bikini and hopping into the shower. After she was squeaky clean and in bed, she was dismayed to discover that sleep was not coming to her. She couldn't stop thinking about that moment where the laughter left Ethan's face and revealed that dark expression. She'd never seen him look anything like that before.

She was pretty sure she liked it.

Even though she was far away from her guys, the throbbing was still there. She slid a hand down her belly, underneath the waistband of her sleep shorts. Thin walls, but Lynelle was pretty sure she could make herself cum with minimal noise.

She slowly started rubbing her clit to the memory of being trapped between Ethan and Jacksons' strong bodies. Wet. She put her pillow over her face with her left hand to stifle the stray moans and whimpers that escaped. Her hips lifted up, pressing into her hand as she fucked herself.

In the end, even though she tried not to, her orgasm came at the image of Ethan's dark eyes as he gripped her thighs.

She sighed, replacing the pillow below her head. If she couldn't have any of them, it couldn't hurt to cum to the thought of them every now and then, could it?