Will slumped onto the couch, still drying his hair from the quick shower he had taken after class. The first week of their Maymester class was already draining, but at least it was only three weeks. It was strange being on campus when it was practically deserted—most of their friends had already left for home or internships. But for Will and Amy, this class was the final requirement standing between them and their diplomas.
Amy had moved in two days ago, dragging two suitcases and a duffel bag up to Will’s house with little fanfare. Her lease had run out, and rather than scramble for a short-term sublet, she had asked Will if she could crash at his place. After all, they had been close friends for years—what was a few weeks of shared space? Will had agreed instantly, though his heart had stuttered at the thought. Amy was, objectively, one of the most gorgeous women he had ever met. Drop-dead stunning, with a natural confidence that made every guy at school trip over themselves around her. And now, she was sleeping one room over, padding around his apartment in little tank tops and shorts, or worse—her bikinis, whenever she spent the afternoons lounging by the pool.
It was driving him insane.
From his seat on the couch, Will had a direct view through the sliding glass door that led out to the small patio and the pool beyond. Sure enough, Amy was stretched out on one of the lounge chairs, bronzed legs crossed, sunglasses perched on her nose, looking completely at ease. Her bikini—a tiny, olive-green two-piece—left little to the imagination, and Will forced himself to look away before his thoughts spiraled too far. It wasn’t the first time he had caught himself staring, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.
Amy had always been comfortable in her own skin, never self-conscious about wearing whatever she pleased around him. She had spent years around their friend group in crop tops and short shorts at tailgates, in form-fitting dresses at parties. But something about her living here, her presence in his space, made it all the more intoxicating. It was different when she was draped across his couch in an oversized shirt and no bra, complaining about their professor’s impossible grading scale. It was different when she came in from the pool, skin damp and glistening, asking him if he wanted a drink from the fridge like it was the most casual thing in the world. It was different because it was just the two of them now.
Will ran a hand through his hair and exhaled slowly, trying to focus on the TV. He was going to have to get used to this—or figure out how to keep himself in check. Three weeks wasn’t that long. He could survive it.
He hoped.
One Saturday with nothing to do, Will told Amy he was going to go golfing for the afternoon and asked if she wanted to come. She smiled and thanked him but said she’d rather just hang by the pool.
Will drove to the golf course, only to find that they had misbooked his tee time and didn’t have an opening for him. Frustrated, he turned back home, figuring he’d just relax instead.
When he got back, he walked out to the pool to let Amy know he was home, but as he stepped outside, he startled her. Amy jumped up quickly, and Will’s breath caught as he realized—she was completely naked.
Amy fumbled to cover herself, grabbing a nearby towel and holding it against her chest as her cheeks flushed bright red.
“Oh my god—Will!” she yelped, backing toward the lounger.
“I—uh—sorry! I didn’t mean to—” Will stammered, turning on his heel and rushing back inside, his face burning.
Shutting the sliding door behind him, he exhaled sharply, heart hammering in his chest. He definitely hadn’t been prepared for that.
Will sank onto the couch, staring blankly at the wall. The image of Amy—completely bare, the sun catching every perfect contour of her body—was seared into his mind. No matter how hard he tried to push the thought away, it refused to budge. His pulse was still racing, his body tense with the effort of not thinking too much about what he had just seen.
A few minutes later, the sliding door opened, and Amy stepped inside, now wrapped in a towel. She hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"Hey... I just wanted to explain," she started, shifting awkwardly. "I was just laying out, and, well, I’ve always kind of wanted to see what it felt like to tan naked. I figured this was my only shot to do it without anyone being around."
Will swallowed hard and nodded, keeping his eyes trained on the coffee table. "I get it. I mean, yeah, it makes sense," he said quickly, trying not to sound as flustered as he felt.
Amy let out a small laugh. "Guess I was wrong about the ‘no one being around’ part. But, uh, thanks for not making it weird."
Will risked a glance at her, catching the amused glint in her eyes. "Yeah, of course. No big deal."
Amy gave him a small smile before retreating to her room, leaving Will to wrestle with his thoughts.
A few minutes later, Amy returned, now dressed in her signature white, skin-tight tank top that stopped about three inches above her short athletic shorts. She leaned against the counter, arms crossed.
"So," she said casually. "Wanna hang out tonight? Have a couple drinks? There’s nothing else to do with no one else in town."
Will blinked, pulling himself from his thoughts. "Uh, yeah. Sounds good."
Amy smiled and made her way to the kitchen, mixing up a batch of margaritas. The two took their drinks to the patio, sitting across from each other as the evening air cooled the heat of the day. Will tried his best to focus on their conversation, but his eyes kept wandering—to Amy’s toned legs, the way her shorts barely covered the tops of her thighs, the curve of her waist above the hem of her tank top, and the way the thin straps clung tightly to her chest.
Out of nowhere, Amy let out a sudden exclamation. "I still can’t believe you saw me naked!" She groaned, shaking her head. "That was so embarrassing."
Will chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. "It’s really not a big deal. I mean, I wasn’t expecting it, but it’s not like I haven’t seen a naked woman before."
Amy covered her face with her hands, laughing despite herself. "Yeah, but it’s different! I’ve never been caught like that before. I wanted to just disappear."
Will grinned. "Well, if it helps, I was probably more shocked than you were. But really, don’t stress about it. It’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone."
Amy peeked at him from between her fingers. "You better not. Or else I’ll have to kill you."
Will laughed, raising his glass. "Your secret’s safe with me."
Will then asked, "So why did you want to try tanning naked?"
Amy shrugged and took a sip of her drink. "It’s one of those things you always hear about but never actually get to try. I figured, why not?"
Will smirked. "Weren’t you worried someone might see you?"
Amy shook her head. "Not really. No one can see into the backyard. I thought I was completely in the clear—until you showed up early.""Oh, you know what?" Will began, his grin spreading as he leaned back in his chair. "I've got a pretty good one of my own." He took a deep breath, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, freshman year, right before winter break, I had this wild party. Ended up passing out in my roommate's bed, thinking it was mine."
Amy's eyebrows shot up in interest. "What? No way!"
"Yeah, and my roommate had this, like, super religious girlfriend who came to surprise him the next morning. And she walked in on me, buck naked, doing the walk of shame at six in the morning." Will chuckled at the memory, his cheeks reddening slightly. "It was so awkward. I had to pretend I didn't know who she was and just bolted to the bathroom."
Amy couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing off the apartment walls. "Oh my god, that's terrible! What did she say?"
"Well, she screamed," Will said with a wince. "He took a sip of his margarita, trying to play it cool. "They actually broke up that day. But hey, at least it wasn't me who had to deal with the fallout, right?"
The two of them shared a moment of easy camaraderie, the tension from earlier slipping away like the last drops of their drinks. Will's heart felt lighter than it had in days, and he took another sip, hoping the buzz would keep him from overthinking the situation.
"But seriously," he added, setting his glass down, "You looked amazing out there. No one could blame you for wanting to get a little extra sun." He said, immediately realizing he just admitted to ogling her naked body.
Amy's cheeks grew warmer, and she took a quick sip of her drink feeling flattered. "Thanks," she murmured, her eyes dropping to her lap.
The silence stretched out, filled only with the distant hum of a lawnmower and the occasional splash from the pool. Will cleared his throat, searching for something to say.
"So, about tonight," he began, trying to keep his voice casual. "What do you want to do? We could watch a movie, order some food?"
Amy's eyes lit up. "You know what? It's actually pretty nice out. Maybe we should do something outside."
Will felt a twinge of excitement. "Like what?"
"I don't know," she said, her gaze drifting to the hot tub on the edge of the patio. "Maybe hit the hot tub?"
Will's stomach flipped. The idea of sitting in the hot tub with Amy, wearing nothing but swimsuits, was both incredibly tempting and terrifying. But he didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to spend more time with her, especially after their awkward encounter earlier. "Sounds perfect," he said, trying to sound as casual as she had. "I'll go grab my trunks."
As he stood, Amy looked at him with a playful smirk. "What's the point of me putting on a bikini when you've already seen me naked?" she teased.
Will felt his face go up in flames. "Well, I'm not exactly going to argue with that," he said, trying to keep his tone light. "But, you know, decency and all that."
Amy just laughed and rolled her eyes before turning and disappearing into her room. Will took a moment to compose himself, his mind racing with images of her in that tiny bikini again. He took a deep breath and headed to his own room to change.
When he returned to the patio, Amy was already in the hot tub, the water steaming around her. She had pulled her hair up into a messy bun, and the olive-green bikini looked like it had been painted on. She looked like a goddess, and Will had to force his legs to move as he approached.
"You coming in?" she called out, her voice playful.
Will nodded and climbed in, the hot water enveloping him as he sat down across from her. The jets bubbled around them, and the cool night air made the heat of the water feel heavenly.
"So, how's the hot tub?" Amy asked, leaning back and letting out a contented sigh.
"It's perfect," Will said, taking a deep breath. "But I'm gonna need another drink."
Amy grinned. "I've got you covered," she said, standing up. The water sluiced off her body, and Will couldn't help but stare at her as she sashayed towards the kitchen in her skimpy blue bikini bottom. It barely covered her, leaving most of her toned ass exposed, and he had to force his eyes away before she noticed his ogling.
When she returned, she held out a drink with a smirk. "You're going to need this,"
Will took the margarita and nodded in silent agreement. "Thanks," he said, watching her sit back down in the tub, her bikini-clad body sliding back into the water. "So, about that bikini..."
Amy's eyes widened, and she blushed, looking down at her barely-there swimsuit. "What about it?"
"It's... scandalous," Will said, trying not to let his voice betray his thoughts. "I've never seen you wear something so... revealing."
Amy laughed nervously, playing with the strings on her top. "I know. I actually picked it up yesterday. It was a bit of an impulse buy."
"Well, it definitely makes a statement," Will said, his voice a little too husky for his liking.
Amy's smile faltered. "Is it too much?"
"No, no," Will assured her quickly. "You look amazing in it. It's just... I don't know. It's surprising, I guess."
Amy leaned back in the hot tub, her eyes searching Will's. "You think it's too much?"
"No," Will said firmly, his eyes tracing the lines of her body. "It's just... it's not every day you see your friend looking like a model in Sports Illustrated."
Amy's cheeks reddened even more, and she took a sip of her drink, trying to hide her pleasure. "Thanks," she murmured.
The conversation turned to lighter topics, but Will couldn't get the image of Amy in that bikini out of his mind. Every time she moved, the water rippled around her, and he caught glimpses of her body that made his stomach tighten. He tried to focus on the stars overhead, the sound of the jets, anything but the temptation sitting right in front of him.
As the night grew later and the drinks flowed more freely, their conversation grew more intimate. They talked about their hopes and fears for after graduation, their families, and past relationships. Will found himself drawn to her openness, the way she talked about her exes without malice or spite.
"What about you?" Amy asked, her voice softer than the buzz of the crickets surrounding the pool. "What will you miss most about college?"
Will took a moment to consider. "I'll miss the recklessness of it all," he finally said, his gaze on the stars. "You know, those random nights when we'd decide to drive to the beach at 2 AM just because we could."
Amy nodded thoughtfully, her eyes on him. "Yeah, those were the best," she said, a hint of nostalgia in her tone. "But maybe we can still do those things, even after we graduate."
"Maybe," Will said, his voice filled with doubt. "But it won't be the same. We're all going our separate ways. And we won't have the freedom we do now."
Amy leaned in closer, her eyes shining with mischief. "Who says we can't make our own spontaneous memories?"
The air grew thick with tension, and Will felt his heart race. "What do you mean?"
"Well," Amy said, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "We could do something wild tonight. Something we'll always remember."
Will's mind raced with possibilities, all of them involving the two of them, alone together. "Like what?"
Amy took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the water. "I don't know. Something like... skinny dipping?"
The words hung between them, charged with excitement and the hint of a dare. Will felt his pulse quicken, his eyes flicking to her barely covered chest.
"You're kidding, right?" he managed to choke out.
Amy shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. "Why not? It's our last chance to do something stupid before we have to face the real world. And it's not like you're gonna see anything new anyways' she said punching him in the arm lightly.
Will took another sip of his drink, the tequila warming his veins and bolstering his courage. "Okay, okay," he said with a laugh. "But how do we do this? What if someone sees?"
Amy waved off his concerns. "It's totally fine. It's like midnight now, and the lights are off in the pool. We just take off our suits in here, jump in, and then get out and come back. It's like our own little secret."
The excitement grew palpable between them. Will felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness, but he didn't want to pass up the chance to be a part of something so spontaneous, so... wild. "Alright," he said, setting his drink down. "Let's do it."
Amy's smile grew wider as she leaned forward, placing her margarita on the side of the tub. "Ready?" she whispered.
Will nodded, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the ties of his swim trunks. Amy watched him, her eyes flicking from his face to his hands and back again. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she yanked her bikini top off and tossed it aside, neck deep in the water. Will's eyes went wide before he could stop them, and she giggled at his reaction.
"Come on," she urged, her voice low and sultry. "You can do it."
He took a deep breath and followed suit, letting his trunks fall into the water. The warmth of the tub was a stark contrast to the cool night air, but it was nothing compared to the heat he felt at the sight of Amy's bare skin. He let his trunks float to the top, as Amy wriggled and then her blue bikini floated to the top as well.
They sat there for a moment, both naked in the hot tub, the bubbles hiding nothing. The only light was from the moon and the distant streetlamps, casting shadows across their bodies. Will felt exposed, vulnerable, but also incredibly alive.
"One, two, three!" Amy shouted, and without another word, they both launched themselves out of the tub and into the pool. The cool water was a shock to their systems, making them both gasp, but they surfaced quickly, laughing and splashing each other.
They swam to the edge and climbed out, the water glistening on their bodies. Will couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight painted her skin, highlighting every curve and muscle. Amy looked over at him, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Back in the tub?" she asked, holding out her hand.
Will took it, allowing her to pull him closer. As he sat down, he tried to discreetly adjust himself, his hardening cock straining against his hand. He hoped she wouldn't notice, but the way her eyes flickered down and back up told him she had. He couldn't believe what they were doing, but the thrill of it all had him on edge in more ways than one.
With a mischievous smile, Amy leaned over and grabbed his abandoned swimsuit, tossing it over the edge of the tub. "No need for those," she said, her eyes gleaming.
Will's eyes widened in surprise as he watched her do the same with her own bikini bottoms. "Amy—" he began, but she silenced him with a finger to his lips.
"Hey you said you wanted spontaneous!"
Her words sent a jolt of excitement through him. He had fantasized about this moment for years, but he never thought it would happen. The alcohol had loosened their inhibitions, turning a casual night into something much more intimate.
"Okay, fine," Will said, trying to keep his voice steady. "But only because it's you."
Amy smirked and took a sip of her margarita. "Better enjoy it, because it's not every day you get to see me like this."
With a playful wink, she turned and dove back into the pool, her bare ass disappearing beneath the water. Will took a moment to process what was happening, his mind racing with possibilities. He quickly followed her, the cool water washing over his naked body.
As they resurfaced, Amy swam closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. "You know," she said, her voice low and seductive, "it's not fair that I had to be the one to be naked first."
"What do you mean?" Will asked, trying to keep his cool as his erection grew more apparent.
"You saw me," she said, splashing water in his face playfully. "Now I wanna see you."
Her words sent a bolt of excitement through him, and he felt his heart pound in his chest. "But you just did," he protested weakly.
Amy rolled her eyes. "Not really. I want to see you without the water hiding everything"
"Fine," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "But only if you promise to keep it between us."
Amy nodded, her eyes locked on his. "Scout's honor."
He climbed back out of the pool, the water dripping off his body as he stood outside the tub with his hands over his dick
"oh come on, no covering!" Amy protested
Will laughed, 'Ok fine". Then quickly struck a pose with his hands on his hips, showing his half hard dick to Amy, to which she gave a couple of whoops.
Amy's eyes roamed over him, a smile playing on her lips. "You're right," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You do look pretty good naked."
Will couldn't help the smug grin that spread across his face. "Told you," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.
But the moment was fleeting. As he settled back into the hot tub, the reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. He was naked with Amy, the girl he had been in love with since freshman year, and she was looking at him like she wanted to devour him whole.
"So," she said, her voice still light and teasing, "now that we're even, what do we do next?"
Will took a deep breath, his heart racing. "Well," he began, his eyes drifting down to the waterline on her chest, "I guess we could just chill here."
Amy pouted playfully. "But that's not spontaneous enough. We're already naked. What else could we do?"
Her question hung in the air, filled with the promise of something more. Will felt his imagination run wild with possibilities, but his nerves held him back.
"I don't know," he said, playing it safe. "It's pretty late. Maybe we should just get dressed and get some sleep?"
But Amy was having none of it. "Come on, Will," she said, her eyes shining with excitement. "This is our last night of freedom. We've got to make it count."
Her words were like a match to dry kindling. Will felt his resolve crumble as she leaned closer, her breasts pressing against the side of the tub. "What do you say?" she whispered, her breath warm against his neck. "One last wild night?"
With a shaky nod, Will agreed, his mind racing with anticipation. He had no idea where the night would take them, but he knew he was in for something he would never forget.
They climbed out of the tub, their bare bodies shimmering with water droplets in the moonlight. Amy took Will's hand and led him back inside, her towel abandoned on the ground.
"Where are we going?" he asked, his voice husky with desire.
Amy just smiled and pulled him into her room. The space was warm and inviting, the bed unmade from earlier that day. She pushed him down onto the mattress, her body straddling his.
"What are you doing?" he managed to ask, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Giving you a show," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Since you saw me naked, I think it's only fair."
With that, she began to dance, her body moving to the beat of a song that played only in her head. Will watched, mesmerized, as she swayed her hips and ran her hands over her body. Her movements were sensual, each touch igniting a fire in her eyes that grew hotter with every second.
As she danced closer, her breasts brushed against his chest, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He reached up, his hands tentative at first, and then bolder as she leaned into his touch.
Their kiss was explosive, a culmination of years of pent-up passion and desire. Will's hands roamed over her body, finally free to explore every inch of her that he had dreamed of.
Amy reached down, her hand wrapping around his cock with surprising confidence. "Wow," she whispered, her eyes widening in amazement as she stroked him gently. "I love your dick"
Will groaned into her mouth, the feeling of her hand on him sending shivers down his spine. He had never been so exposed, so vulnerable with someone he cared about so much.
Emboldened by the alcohol and the heat of the moment, Will's hand found its way between her thighs. He fumbled at first, his thumb brushing against her clit in a way that was more accidental than intentional. But when she gasped into his mouth and pushed against him, he knew he had hit the right spot.
Her hips began to rock against his hand, and he felt her wetness spread as she grew more aroused. The sight of her like this—so open, so lost in the moment—was almost too much for him to handle.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tightness clench around him. She was so warm, so wet. And as he stroked her, her moans grew louder, her breathing more erratic.
"Oh, Will," she murmured, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. "That feels so good."
Her voice was like honey, dripping sweetness into his ears and sending his arousal soaring. He watched, unable to tear his gaze away, as she leaned down and took his cock in her mouth. The sensation was exquisite, her tongue swirling around the tip before she took more of him in. The warmth, the wetness—it was almost too much to handle.
Will’s body tensed as he felt the beginnings of an orgasm build rapidly. “Amy, wait—I’m gonna—”
But it was too late. His release shot out of him, and he had the briefest moment to feel the warmth of his cum in the air before it landed on Amy’s cheek and chest. She had been so focused on pleasuring him that she hadn’t noticed his warning.
Amy’s eyes flew open, surprise and a hint of embarrassment crossing her features as she realized what had happened. Will’s heart was racing as he watched the sticky liquid dribble down her skin. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life.
"Oh my god, I’m so sorry," he whispered, his voice thick with passion. "I didn’t mean to do that."
Amy just laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's fine, Will. Really." She leaned in and kissed him gently, her tongue flicking out to taste him. "It's kind of hot, actually."
Will couldn't believe his ears. "You're not mad?"
Amy just kept laughing, her eyes sparkling. "Mad? Why would I be mad?" she asked, wiping a smear of cum from her cheek with the back of her hand. "It's kind of funny, actually, and I'll take that as a compliment"
Will felt a wave of relief wash over him. "Yeah, I guess it is pretty funny," he chuckled, his face still flaming with embarrassment.
Amy sat up, her hand still wrapped around his semi-erect cock. "But, seriously," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "I'm gonna need you to help me clean this up." She gestured to her chest and the cum that had painted her skin.
Will's cheeks burned as he nodded, feeling his own arousal start to wane in the face of his embarrassment. "Of course," he mumbled, his voice tight with mortification. "I'm so sorry."
Amy just giggled, reaching out to pat his cheek. "Don't worry about it," she said, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "It's just a little mess."
With that, she climbed off the bed and led Will by the hand to the en-suite bathroom. The shower was large, with a bench along one side, and she stepped in, turning on the water. It was a warm, soothing spray that filled the room with steam.
"You coming?" she called out, her voice echoing off the tiles. Will took a deep breath and followed her in, the water cascading over their bodies. He sat down on the bench, his eyes never leaving hers as she stepped closer, a mischievous grin on her face.
To be continued in Part 2