SUMMER SWAP // Chapter 23

Ten minutes later, she found the nerve to take off her bikini—but she wanted to be asked to do it. She would throw the ball as best she could between Philippe and Cody and then watch them haul ass through the water to get to it first. Then they’d sometimes wrestle for the ball, but not too earnestly because they were both naked. The one with the ball would get close to the floating trampoline and she would go to the edge and hold out her hands. The other one would try to block while the thrower would lob the squishy orange football high in a gentle arc, so it would be easy for her to catch. She knew they would watch her bounce around in her bikini when her eyes turned up to track the ball. Worse: she found it arousing knowing they did.

Now she didn’t throw the ball, instead tucking it under an arm and approaching the edge, her feet curling over the trampoline’s inflated lip. Cody and Philippe swam close, and she said, “Let’s switch. One of you has to catch now.”

Cody nodded his head for Philippe to mount the trampoline, and then said to Cheyenne, “Hope you don’t think I’m going to go easy on you.”

Philippe climbed up and stood next to her, water sloughing off his bulk, a steady stream twirling to the trampoline mat from the oversized bulb-end of his monster penis. She handed him the ball and said to Cody, “And I hope you know I play dirty.” She dove headfirst into the water, then shot straight up, bursting up at the side of the trampoline. Cody bobbed nearby behind her, and Philippe loomed naked above her. Neither of them asked her to go naked, so she folded her arms behind her back while her legs kicked to keep her afloat. She untied the bikini top’s knot, then took the top off. Cody wolf-whistled and Philippe clapped with the ball squeezed against his ribs underneath an elbow.

“Atta girl! Somebody’s getting into the spirit,” Cody cheered.

She said, “If you get rough with me trying to get the ball, I don’t want to lose my top to the lake bottom if it comes off.” With a quick flutter kick, she bobbed higher and tossed the soaking bra onto the trampoline. Phillipe saw her breasts.

Cody said, “At least you’re halfway there now. And who says I’d be rough with you?”

She said, “Who said I was only halfway there?”

Now, with her eyes locked on Cody, she began the less-than-graceful act of treading water while scooting off her bikini bottoms. The fresh cold water chilled her hottest place—and she knew the heat flared from an odd sexual arousal from the exhibitionism in front of these two male friends. Both of them were handsome, both of them with hot and masculine bodies, both of them supremely hung. They were unafraid to disrobe and let the world see what they’d been blessed with. And it thrilled her to witness what they had.

Cody had about the most picture-perfect penis she’d ever seen. The guy could pose in Playgirl. The body, the hair, the face, the equipment. Penises were rarely attractive—like, look at that gnarly, uncircumcised flesh-yam between Philippe’s legs—but Cody’s had a before-unseen balance and proportion. Not too long, not too thick, a sheath of unblemished cock skin, and a large and handsomely flared glans.

Now she produced from under the water her bikini bottoms, twirling them on an index finger and showing Cody an unwavering self-assuredness. You didn’t think I had the nerve, huh? She tossed the bottoms onto the inflatable beside her tangled top, then swam past Cody like she didn’t even notice him. Behind her, Philippe laughed and Cody joined in.

About twenty feet out from the inflatable, she stopped and paddled to face it. Cody swam her way and Philippe walked along the edge of the trampoline, tossing the ball up in the air and catching it while he waited for them to get ready. The sun gleamed on his wet body, his bulky muscle and flat stomach. His penis was a red-brown brick of flesh below the black scrabble of his pubic hair. She’d burst out laughing when he’d showed it to her in the small confine of the bathroom, her standing there like a rube, holding a toilet paper tube dwarfed by his flaccid penis. She’d held it near, and covered her mouth, laughing, her cheeks blazing. He’d said, “What do you think? Will it fit?” She’d said, “It looks like your dick could eat the tube for dinner.” Then Philippe had laughed, took the tube from her and snuggled it inside his foreskin. He rolled his penis’s generous flesh sleeve halfway down the tube, then he let it go, his penis dangling between his legs, the toilet tube gripped in place by his foreskin till it finally fell free to the floor. That was it, though. They both cackled drunkenly, then Philippe pulled up his shorts, and they talked awhile.

Eyes up on the yacht’s top level, Chey scanned for any sign of Byron waking and searching for her. This was just a bit of fun, but Byron could get jealous sometimes. So far, no sign of him. She hoped he was having a good nap because she didn’t want this to end just yet.

Cody joined her, swimming to her side, saying, “You ready for some rough play?”

“You said you’d be gentle,” she said.

“I never said anything like it. It was you saying I was going to be rough.”

“Oh, so I was right? Fine by me.” She made clawed hands and showed him her nails. Cody regarded her in comical underwhelm.

Her eyes watched Philippe who prepared to throw the ball, arm craned back, muscular body stretched and glistening in the sun, penis swinging. Then he launched the ball. It arced high, and in her periphery she saw Cody begin to swim backward. Cheyenne spun and side-stroked hard, going out ten yards before flipping to her back. The ball splatted the water very near her face and she howled at the close call. Cody scrambled her way, and she launched after the pink ball bobbing on the waves a quick arm’s length away. Before he came near, she had the ball, grabbing it and hugging it to her naked chest. Cody’s hand gripped her ankle, and she yelped and swallowed water. Her head went under and Cody’s other hand grabbed the same leg just above the knee. The feel of his strong grip above her knee (basically under her skirt if she were dressed) got her hauling in another snootful of water. Her knees clamped closed with the sudden automatic protection of her sex. A swirling and sickly knot slithered below her stomach. Cody pulled his body over hers, hugging arms around her. She clamped both her thighs around his thigh now, making them both sink. His penis squashed on her leg, Cody tickled fingertips on her ribs and she squawked out a torrent of bubbles. The ball shot out of her clutch, between her breasts and making a beeline to the surface. Cody pushed her under the water and swam over her, his genitals dragging over face.

When she surfaced and cleared her eyes, Phillipe jumped on the trampoline to catch the ball. Cody swirled to face her. “One-nothing,” he said.

She said, “Don’t ever push your dick into my face again.”

Cody’s bright smile faded, and he looked frightened that she was serious.

She hand-shoveled a fan of water into his face, laughing, then saying, “You do it again and I’ll bite it off.”

Cody laughed too, bobbing away. His eyes were still on hers and he showed a certain measure of concern. “You’re cool, right?”

“Cool as a cucumber, hombre,” she answered.

Cody smiled, and she liked the relief in his eyes. “I’m not going to go easy on you just because you’re a girl and you’re naked.”

“Deal. I won’t go too hard on you just ‘cause you’re a dumb boy and you’re naked.”

“We’re going to take it up a notch?”

She smiled. “Watch your back, handsome.”

Philippe shouted to them: “I need some space between you two or one of you is getting a wet Nerf off the forehead.”

They’d drifted closer without her realizing. She splashed water at him again and launched rearward, letting Cody see her exposed full-frontal nudity come close to the surface. Ten yards apart, she faced Philippe again, raising her hands and waving them, encouraging him to throw it closer to her. This time Philippe threw the ball short and both she and Cody had to haul ass to greet it. The ball smacked the surface and this time it was Cody getting to it first. She swam right on top of him as he clutched the ball. She swung a forearm around his neck and hooked her legs around his front, her heels sliding in between his legs. It sunk them. Cody writhed in her grip and she almost burst out laughing. The ball let go and batted her in the face on its way to the surface. She released Cody and scrambled after it. Before she could put her hands on it, Cody had his hands on her, grabbing her leg, then hugging her waist. His chin pushed between her butt cheeks and she bawled laughter out to the blue sky, trying not to take in water. Then he pushed her away and grabbed the ball. But as he tried to throw it to Philippe, she wrapped both arms around his, pulling him and the ball backward. The ball fell from his hand and she grabbed it. Cody scrambled onto her back and she spun. Now they were face to face and one thing was certain: Cody had an erection. It poked between her thighs, the tip coming close to where it shouldn’t be, and she squirmed. Now his hardness pressed into her belly. She rolled away. Now his cock was in her ass, its cold, turgid belly pressing between her cheeks the way his chin had done. This time, she didn’t laugh. The humor had been crushed by some brand new feeling she recognized and didn’t like. Cody turned her on. Cody aroused her. She wanted to fuck Cody. Never in her life had she ever cheated or even come close to cheating on a boyfriend.

“Whoah, woah, woah,” she said. “Time out, time out.”

Cody let her go, and she faced him, both of them bobbing in the waves and looking at each other, chins under the surface. Cody looked like he knew he was in trouble.

Then she swam back a few yards, turned and threw the ball to Philippe, who caught it.

Cody laughed now, seeing her smile return. “I thought you were mad at me. Turns out you’re just a cheater.”

“I’m a cheater. Me?”

“You played me.”

“You played yourself, son,” she said, then shouted to Philippe: “Hey ref, I need a call.” Philippe asked her what it was.

“What are the rules on brandishing a weapon?”

Philippe frowned, cupped his hands to his mouth, and hollered, “Who has the weapon?”

Cheyenne chuckled and back paddled away from Cody. “One-one, cowboy.”

Cody smiled at her, and the look in his eyes drove her wild. Now he knew she knew he was hard, and she still wanted to play.

But this wasn’t play anymore, and she wondered how that could be okay.

No, despite that hungry feeling and the fast rate of her pulse, it was still just play. That’s all it was. And she loved it.