Page 15 of Unsupervised
Wouldn’t Dad be proud? “I guess we can add indecent exposure to that charge,” I giggle, catching up with the girls who are already stripping down.
“Not one of us thought to grab a towel,” Remee says, tossing her shirt aside.
“We don’t need towels!” Marty exclaims and pulls off his shorts with a flourish.
Okay, that’s a penis.
Just be cool. It’s not going to attack you. It’s just sitting there looking all penis-y. Act natural. Like penises get whipped out around you every day. Like you’re so used to seeing random genitals that you’re positively bored with it.
Oh look, ho hum, a penis.
Do they all lean to the left like that? Or can guys control it? Can they just flex and move them side to side like a windshield wiper?
“I think I broke her,” Marty says, and I realize I’m just frozen in place, staring at it.
My cheeks heat as much from the laughter as from the actual unexpected dick sighting. “Shut up. I was thinking it’s gross you don’t wear underwear.”
Owen keeps his boxer briefs on, and the girls wear their bras and panties like I do. Serena’s is thin and white. It may as well be non-existent once she jumps in the water and surfaces. She doesn’t seem to care.
My plan was to inch into the water down the steps, but Owen isn’t having it. Before I can get to the second step, he scoops me up and charges in until we’re both soaked.
“Ah,” I gasp. “Asshole! It’s cold!”
What a way to sober up.
I stand up and swipe the water out of my eyes, my whole body shivering. Better to get in the deep end. I’ll adjust to the temperature quicker if I swim underwater a little. Diving down, I open my eyes, and start swimming. It’s nice under here. And it’s kind of a unique experience. I’ve never swam drunk before, especially at night in a dark pool. It’s eerie and exhilarating.
Everyone swims to the deep end and Owen gets out, flashing a smile at us as he heads to the diving board. He stands on the edge and does a back flip into the water. Not to be outdone by him, Marty climbs out and heads for the diving board—holy hell, where did his penis go?
Oh god. I said that out loud.
Everyone heard it too, except for him, judging by the uproarious laughter around me.
“What?” Marty asks, pausing at the end of the diving board.
“Nothing!” Serena calls sweetly. “Poor little scared turtle.”
Marty’s face is pure confusion.
Owen holds onto the edge of the pool and looks up at him. “Don’t listen to them, man. Everyone knows they shrink in cold water.”
Marty glances down and the outrage in his expression makes everyone lose it laughing again.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t…know that happened.” God, this is mortifying and now I’ve probably made him feel bad or given him a complex. Dropping my voice a little, I turn to Serena. “It’s like a mouse darting back into its hole. Do they always do that?”
Serena chokes on a laugh. “Girl…god, I can’t even with you. You’re killing me.”
Marty flips us off and stalks over to where he dropped his underwear, then pulls them on. “Aw, come on,” Serena calls. “We were just teasing.”
“Nope.” He struts up to the edge of the pool, and I’m glad to see he isn’t actually upset. “You girls had your chance. You didn’t appreciate the cockness monster so now he’s hiding.”
The next few minutes are fun while we all swim and wrestle around in the water. Diving under again, I swim closer to the shallow end. A light breeze chills my skin when I roll over to float on my back, staring up at the starry sky. Yeah, this is good.
Too bad nothing good lasts.
Apparently, drunk people are not quiet in a pool and it doesn’t take long before we’re noticed. A spike of fear shoots through me, and my arms paddle frantically to reach the edge when I see a police car pull up outside of the fence.
“Cops!” Marty yells, swimming for the ladder.
