I nodded, and then Kristen and I swam over to where Camille and Wendy were, sitting at the shallow end.
I went and hugged the two girls, as did Kristen. I loved feeling their slippery bodies against mine. Camille smirked and started fondling my prick, and I shook my head at her and looked up at Patrice.
Camille got the message: Go easy until Patrice gets used to things.
Merry arrived from the changing room wearing the bottom half of a bikini. She blushed a little, and walked quickly to the shallow end where the four of us were playing.
Patrice saw that my step-sister topless, and I guess that she realized that this kid was showing more guts than she had shown. I saw Patrice start to fiddle with her blouse, and I turned away, not wanting to embarrass my friend.
"Hi, Merry!" Kristen greeted and hugged my step-sister as she stepped into the pool. "I see you’re halfway there."
"I… um… I peeked, and saw that you had actually went naked," Merry admitted. "Do you mind if I just wear the bottoms?"
"For a sweetheart like you, I don’t mind," Kristen said, planting a kiss on Merry’s forehead.
Kristen and I led the other girls more toward the deeper end, and we let Patrice alone. We figured that in the deeper water, only heads were visible, at least on the surface.
With my back turned to Patrice, Camille once again started giving light tugs on my member. I looked at her sternly, and she just smiled at me, seeming to promise more things to come.
I was surprised to hear a splash, and I turned and saw that Patrice was now in the deep end. She swam toward the group of us.
Kristen moved over to Patrice and gave her a quick hug. The other girls did the same, including Merry. I kept my distance, not knowing how Patrice would feel about hugging a boy while nude.
I decided to start swimming laps, and headed back toward the shallow end. I got to the wall, and kicked my way back toward the deep end. Camille joined me as I swam past her.
Merry and Kristen swam to the ladder at the deep end, and then walked over to the hot tub. Merry put her toe in, and squealed in delight as Kristen turned on the jets.
Kristen and Merry were soon luxuriating in the hot tub. Wendy decided to join them, and Camille had passed me, apparently being a very good swimmer herself.
I tried to catch up to Camille, and bumped into a wall of flesh. I looked up, and saw to my surprise that I had swam right into Patrice. "Oops! I’m sorry," I said.
"No. My fault. I deliberately moved into your path," Patrice said.
"Oh, why?"
Patrice looked at me. "Everybody hugged me when I came in except you. We’re no longer friends?"
I didn’t know how to answer Patrice, but I wrapped my arms around her.
Patrice hugged me, and I was surprised when she didn’t let me go. Instead, she just kept me there. "I was a little nervous," Patrice whispered to me. "But I saw all of you — even Merry! — having fun. Please let me be your friend."
"You are my friend," I assured Patrice. "I’m happy to be your friend again, too."
Patrice kissed me on my cheek, and finally let me go. "Thanks, Jim."
"Let’s join everybody in the hot tub," I suggested, noticing that Camille had already left the big pool.
"Sure. You first."
I swam to the ladder, and got up. I knew without looking back that Patrice was probably staring at my naked ass, but I didn’t let it worry me.
Merry was sitting on the steps in the hot tub, so I moved to the other side of Kristen and got in. Kristen kissed me when I sat down. I placed my hand between her legs, and found that one of the jets was strategically forcing its water there. Kristen giggled as she noticed that I had realized what she had been doing. "Keeps my mind off my appetite," Kristen whispered, apparently referring to her urges to suck my cock.
Kristen’s "urges" and her "appetite" had me worried. As I mentioned previously, I had thought that I had cured her of her addiction, although I didn’t remove her liking my taste. Was I missing something about those tickets?
Wendy and Camille moved apart to let Patrice get into the tub between them. As Patrice sat down, her eyes went wide, and she started to blush. I looked in the direction she was looking, but didn’t see anything strange. I was confused until Kristen whispered, "Patrice is sitting on a jet, like me."
It took a lot of will power for me not to react to this. Apparently, at least two girls had jets of hot water blasting between their legs, an experience that I must assume had to be very pleasurable to them.
There was a conversation going on, but I wasn’t really listening. Patrice didn’t say anything, and also didn’t move from her location on top of the jet.
I surreptitiously moved my hand between Kristen’s legs again, and her voice caught, but she covered it up nicely. I found that I was completely erect, knowing that Kristen and Patrice were getting off in front of everybody. I wondered if anybody else in the tub knew what was happening. Obviously, Kristen and I knew about Patrice, and seeing Camille’s smirk as she had made room for Patrice, I figured that she probably knew about Patrice as well. I think I was the only person that knew about Kristen, though.
Merry was enjoying herself. The girls allowed her to be part of their conversation, and none of them talked down to her.
I think the stimulation started getting too much for Patrice. She was flushed now, and suddenly broke out into a fit of coughing, apparently to hide the fact that the sensation had been too much for her.
"Sorry… had a coughing fit," Patrice said as she moved into the center of the tub, away from the tantalizing jet.
"I should have such fits," Camille said.
Patrice looked at Camille, but Camille’s expression looked completely innocent. I knew it was an act, as Patrice probably did, but Patrice didn’t say anything.
Merry was talking about a friend of hers, and since I was sitting next to Kristen, I saw Kristen’s face stiffen, her eyes glazed and her jaw tightened. Patrice noticed Kristen as well, and realized Kristen was enjoying the same sensations that she had recently enjoyed.
Merry was oblivious to Kristen’s torment, if it could be described as such, continuing to talk. Camille and Wendy were looking at Merry, and didn’t notice Kristen’s expression.
Suddenly, I felt Kristen’s leg move against mine, and her expression softened. She let out her breath. I had seen Kristen orgasm a few times, but this wasn’t like any that I had seen. It was much more muted, and her expression looked more frustrated than contented. Kristen continued to allow the jet to stimulate her.
Patrice looked at me, and realized that I knew what Kristen was experiencing. I smiled back at Patrice, and she blushed, realizing that if I knew about Kristen, then I might know about her as well.
We sat in the hot tub for fifteen minutes or so. Kristen went through about three waves of gratification and frustration and she suggested we cool off in the big pool.
As we got out of the tub, Kristen held me back. "Jim, can I see you alone for a minute?"
"Sure."
Kristen led me into one of the changing rooms, which was about the size of my bedroom at home. "What’s up?" I asked.
"Do you have any of your tickets with you?"
"No. I didn’t think I’d need them."
"I’m starting to regret one of your orders."
"Which one?"
Kristen hesitated. "I thought I wouldn’t mind. But the hot tub was so frustrating for me!"
"Huh?"
"I can’t orgasm without your dick or your sperm in my mouth."
Oh, Fuck! "You mean…"
"I can get so close, and then my body relaxes. It’s so fucking frustrating." Kristen was staring at my fully erect penis, eying it hungrily.