Whata Week5- Pool

It’s true. Robbie do have the wedding day set.
His aunt is a wedding planner and he had it planned in advance before he proposed. I don’t think I have anything to worry about though. I’m not one of those girls that think about her dream wedding and I know Robbie knows me well enough to get what we both like.

Micah and Zach has been blushing every time they see me, mostly Micah- sweet one. I can tell they’re hiding something, but I don’t see what they can do. I don’t leave any dirty clothes around- mom washes basically every day, and I don’t think they’d do something like that knowing dad would notice something- he watches out for porn.
But still, I know they’re hiding something and I’m going to find out sooner or later.

My dad situation isn’t becoming any better. Robbie dropped me off from school and instead of attacking me, he goes after Robbie.
He didn’t hit him, that’d be dumb, but they did yell at each other for a long while and I was tossed around and grabbed so much I have red marks on my arms.
After dad yelled at me ending it with’… and don’t bring his ass to my house again!’, he went and called the gynecologist, setting appointment just two days before graduation! I left then because my cell phone rang and it was Robbie calling. I ran to my room and slammed on the bed, answering,

“God Robbie!” I complain to him and he answers quickly

” I know, I know, but your dad’s an ass.”

“It takes two cheeks to make an ass” I told him and he laughs to himself.

“Did he do anything to you?” he asks his laughter coming to a complete halt.

“No, but my arm is sore from being yanked by gorillas.” and his laughter comes back. I sigh and bring up the problem, “Rob, he called the gynecologist. The appointment is before graduation.” He was quiet for a minute, thinking it over no doubt.

“Then I’ll have mom set a cookout before graduation then. When is the appointment?”

“The 24th”

“Alright, we’ll do it the 22nd, she won’t mind.”

I sigh with relief, glad I have Rob to help ease my worry even over the phone.

“I love you so much” I said quietly, thinking out loud, but he laughed softly hearing it.

“Go ahead and go to sleep piglet, you have a swim meet tonight.”

“Tonight?” I ask looking over to my alarm clock and without a doubt it was 2:30 a.m. “Shit!” I curse standing up and taking off my dirty clothes. Rob was laughing through the phone.

“Goodnight piglet, love you too” he laughs and hangs up. I finish undressing smiling, then grab the towel from my drawer and wrap it around my body. Of course I got to take a shower, I wreak of sweat (I cleaned off a little before leaving so I won’t smell of sex).
When I walked pass Micah’s and Zach’s room I heard a shuffle, something that caught my attention and got me thinking, What are they doing up this late? I cracked their door a little and their light was off, the only light was the lava lamp and their small fish tank. But it was enough light for me to see the shuffling in their bed.

“You guys can sleep in my bed again tonight if you want”. They don’t move, debating whether to pretend to stay asleep or not. Eventually Micah ended their game and turned on his lamp beside his bed and got up.

“Alright” he yawns, pretending to be tired. Zach kicks off his covers and sits up, one sight of me and I immediately see his pants bulge. I hide my smile skillfully, but he couldn’t do the same about his boner. I can see the small bulge in Micah’s pants, but I can tell he’s trying his hardest to keep it down and from looking at me. I start to smile now.

“Go ahead to my room, I’ll be there in a little while.” I tell them leaving.


They watch the first half of my shower, and I wash my hair for the hell of it so they can get closer, knowing my eyes are closed and our shower is a little loud.
I know I’m pushing them, but I don’t want them to wait till they find the right girl to feel what I felt. Curiosity is always the start with boys.

When I get to bed and pretend to go to sleep they start touching. When I feel they’re going too far I’d make a small noise or shift my weight, that makes them hesitant and slow down. But I know I gave them enough for their new laptops to be a little more dirty.


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The swim meet is at 3:30. Since it’s at home we just to swim for awhile before then. It was a nice wake up call.

Micah and Zach has kept me up all night with their touching. I stayed awake making sure they don’t go too far and get too bold, by shifting my weight and making small noises so they’ll be hesitant, but that didn’t stop them from continuing.
In the end I got three hours of sleep and I know it’s my fault.
But the good thing is, I think it’s time for phase two. I’ve already set up a play date with their “girlfriends” to come over in the afternoon. I know both girls periods because they usually come over my house and I usually help them with tampons and stuff. They’re in the safe. Plus, they’re still young, so they’ll be curious also. After they do the do, I’ll confess I set them up and talk with them of the birds and the bees and all that. They’re smart, they’ll understand. That is if I’m awake enough to do all that.


But when the water hit my face I was wide awake. I’m the fastest swimmer, mostly because I have the greatest leg power (Karate tribute). But thanks to my height, I have a disadvantage. I know it’s not weird for a girl my age to be 5 feet, sort of average. But most girls around here are about 5’4 or 5’6 and height does play sort of a role in swimming. But I have the power, so I’m the fastest.

Robbie right now is flirting with a few of his old girlfriends (Not really flirting, otherwise he’d be at the bottom of the pool right now=)… I’m serious=
But Rob did date a few of my friends from the team. I don’t judge and neither do them. They just wanted to try him out, they always used to say that me and Robbie would end up together and I would constantly deny it. As a matter of fact. Yesterday I had to swim about forty laps over some bet I can’t recall about us ending up together.

I lift my head out of the water and I find a smiling Robbie looking down at me, still in his football jersey.

“And it emerges” he teases kneeling down onto his knees, “the water piglet”.

I couldn’t hold my smile, even though it was a sort of insult to be calling me a water pig.

“That’s not nice Rob” my friend Christie says, putting emphasis on the Rob when she pushed him into the water.
We share a laugh, the swim team, as Rob resurfaced shaking his head free of water onto me.

“What the hell-“

“You stunk” Christie laughed, “I was waiting for someone to do that, but I guess I – ah!” she screams running away as Robbie reached out and tried to pull her in, but he missed.

I laugh and swim over to Robbie, grabbing his face and turning him to me, kissing him nice and soft on the lips.