Entry 7: The Party (Part 2)

The further we went down the hall, the further we were from the party, the music fades as she distances both of us from the party, taking me to a secluded pool, with a jacuzzi.

"You DO have the bikini on correct?" She asks as she takes off her clothing in front of me.

"I- well, uhm," I stammered, feeling my cheeks flush as I looked away. The sight of Rachel undressing in front of me was both mesmerizing and nerve-wracking. Her confidence was palpable, and I felt a mix of admiration and intimidation.

"Come on, pet, no need to be shy," Rachel said with a playful smile. She stood there in her bikini, her figure accentuated by the moonlight and the soft glow from the pool lights. "We're here to have fun, remember?"

I nodded, trying to shake off my nerves. I took a deep breath and slipped off my dress, revealing the bikini Rachel had picked out for me. It was a flattering two-piece, and I couldn't deny that it made me feel both sexy and exposed.

Rachel's eyes roamed over my body, her gaze appreciative and intense. "You look stunning," she said, her voice sincere. "Now, let's get in the water."

We stepped into the pool, the cool water a welcome contrast to the heat from the party. Rachel swam over to the deeper end, and I followed, feeling a bit more relaxed now that we were in the water. She leaned against the edge, her eyes never leaving mine.

"What are you doing way over there pet? Come it's not like anyone's gonna see us~" She jests, as she gestures to the vacant spot beside her.

I swam over to Rachel, the cool water helping to calm my racing thoughts. As I approached, she gave me a sly smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. She extended a hand, and I took it, allowing her to pull me closer until we were side by side against the edge of the pool.

"See? This isn't so bad, is it?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing. Her fingers brushed against my arm, sending a shiver through me.

"No, it's not," I admitted, feeling a bit more at ease. The tension from earlier seemed to dissipate in the water, replaced by a strange sense of intimacy.

Rachel leaned in, her lips dangerously close to my ear. "I wanted to get you away from the party for a bit," she confessed, her breath warm against my skin. "It's hard to talk there, and I wanted some alone time with you."

Her words sent a flutter of nerves and excitement through me. "What did you want to talk about?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"I want you to know that earlier... it...well, it-" we were interrupted by a group of girls who were cheering as they approached us.

It was without a doubt, the cheering squad, of course knowing this would happen Rachel immediately greeted them, but it was obvious she didn't expect them to arrive so soon. Back to her usual picture perfect, cheerleading personality, she gave them their usual greetings and started to talk about each other's day.

After all the banter and gossip, Rachel settles the squad down at the jacuzzi as she takes me to them. "This is Joanne," Rachel said, pulling me closer with an arm around my waist. "She's a friend of mine, and she's here to enjoy the night with us."

The girls greeted me warmly, a few of them making light-hearted comments about how I had managed to get Rachel away from the party. Rachel introduced me to each of them, naming off their titles and their roles in the squad. Their names blurred together as I tried to keep track, my mind still reeling from the earlier tension and the abrupt shift in the atmosphere.

Rachel's earlier intensity was now tempered by the presence of her friends, and I could see her slipping back into her more public persona. I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment, wanting to return to the intimate moment we were having before they arrived.

The hot water enveloped us in a relaxing embrace. The contrast between the warmth of the jacuzzi and the coolness of the night air was invigorating. Rachel sat next to me, her hand rubbing my thigh under the bubbling water.

One of the girls, Emily, noticed Rachel's earlier focus on me and swam over. "So, Joanne, how are you liking the party?" she asked with a friendly smile.

"It's great," I replied, doing my best to seem enthusiastic. "Definitely more fun than I expected."

Emily nodded approvingly. "Rachel's parties are always the best. I'm glad you could make it."

Rachel glanced at me, a subtle but reassuring look passing between us. "Yeah, I'm glad Joanne could join us too," she added, her voice light but with an underlying warmth that made me feel seen.

"So what's this about Jonas again girl?" A girl, who I seem to remember as Megan, asks Emily.

The conversation blurs among the girls themselves, and while that was happening, Rachel's rubbing hand now goes up near my crotch, her hand sliding past my underwear, making me blush up to my ears and gave her a warning side eye.

She looked back with her own devilish smirk, her little scheme unfolding as she slides her hand inside my underwear, immediately going for my clit rubbing it in between her fingers.

I tried to keep my composure as Rachel's hand continued its teasing movements. My breath hitched slightly, and I shifted uncomfortably, hoping none of the girls would notice the flush creeping up my neck and cheeks.

Rachel's smirk widened, her fingers moving with a deliberate slowness that was both maddening and electrifying. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "Relax, pet. Just enjoy the moment."

I bit my lip, struggling to maintain a neutral expression. The warmth of the jacuzzi and the cool night air seemed to heighten every sensation, making it difficult to focus on the conversation around us. Rachel's fingers were skillful, finding and stimulating my clit with practiced ease. The pleasure built slowly, a tantalizing pressure that made it hard to think of anything else.

Emily, oblivious to what was happening beneath the water, continued chatting with Megan about Jonas. I nodded along, hoping my responses seemed natural enough despite the distraction. Rachel's thumb pressed more firmly against my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that nearly made me gasp.

I turned my head slightly, giving Rachel a pleading look. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and she increased the pace of her movements, her fingers dancing expertly over my sensitive flesh. I could feel the tension coiling tighter in my belly, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to stay silent.

"Rachel," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the bubbling water. "Please."

"Something the matter Joanne?" Nicki a girl who has just been listening while smoking some weed looked at me.

"She's doing great, don't worry, she's just shy in the first encounters." Rachel interjecting and answering for me.

She smiled, and pretends to whisper something to me her lips brushing against my ear once more. "Not yet, pet. I want to see how long you can hold out."

The girls notice that Rachel was whispering to me and got curious, in return Rachel told a story that would gain her attention instead of me.

The girls' conversation continued, but it felt like a distant hum compared to the sensations Rachel was creating. My body was trembling with the effort to stay composed, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Rachel's fingers circled my clit faster, her touch relentless and demanding.

I could feel the orgasm building, a wave of intense pleasure that threatened to crash over me at any moment. Rachel's fingers moved with expert precision, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.

"Rachel," I gasped, my voice a desperate whisper. "I can't—"

Before I could finish, she pressed her thumb firmly against my clit, sending me over the edge. She makes a big splash as part of the story, so that no one would notice my flushed face. My body tensed, and I bit down hard on my lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. The orgasm washed over me in powerful waves, my vision blurring as I struggled to maintain control.

Rachel's fingers slowed their movements, drawing out the pleasure until I was left trembling and breathless. She withdrew her hand, giving my thigh a reassuring squeeze before turning her attention back to the group, her expression as composed and charming as ever.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to steady myself as the conversation continued around us. Rachel's eyes met mine, and she gave me a knowing smile, her satisfaction evident. Despite the intensity of the moment, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection with her, a bond forged in the secrecy of our shared experience.

As the conversation died down, the girls eventually began to disperse, some heading back to the party while others decided to call it a night. Rachel and I lingered in the jacuzzi, the water now a comforting warmth that helped to soothe the lingering tension in my body.

"That was... intense," I admitted, my voice still a bit shaky.

Rachel chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You handled it well, pet. I'm impressed."

I blushed, feeling both embarrassed and exhilarated by the experience. "You're really something, Rachel."

"So are you, Joanne. Let's see where this night takes us, shall we?" She asks as she gets out of the Jacuzzi and reached her hand to me.

I looked at her, hesitant to answer and looked away. I couldn't take such an offer, not with these mountain of questions at the back of my mind. What's her motivation? Her real reason for inviting me? Why ME of all people?

Rachel noticed my hesitation and her expression softened. She knelt beside the jacuzzi, her hand still extended. "Joanne, I know this whole situation is very confusing, but I assure you, and I have no intention to hurt you."

I took a deep breath, the warmth of the water calming my racing thoughts. Slowly, I reached out and took her hand, allowing her to help me out of the jacuzzi. The cool night air was a sharp contrast to the warmth of the water, sending a shiver through me.

Rachel wrapped a towel around my shoulders, her touch gentle and reassuring. "Let's take a walk," she suggested. "I think we could both use a moment to clear our heads."

I nodded, grateful for the opportunity to gather my thoughts. This seems a really, really long night for me, and I have a feeling it's just getting started.