Saturday started off with a fantastic pool party at the nei..

Saturday started off with a fantastic pool party at the neighbors’ house. I have to admit, watching the recent graduate frolic in the pool with his 5% body fat lacrosse buddies was a guilty pleasure that I indulged in way too freely. I used to have a hard cut line of 24 years old, but after yesterday, I’m starting to think that’s more of a policy than a rule. But the real fun was last night at the fireworks party. Already fueled by copious Jell-O shots from the graduation party, I was primed for something scandalous to happen the second my cowboy boots hit the ground at Bushwood. It didn’t take long for me to break away from the family and find Jessica waiting in line at one of the makeshift outdoor bars by the pool. From her reaction, I could tell she was one part excited and two parts embarrassed to see me. But I gave her a huge smile and a hug and waited in line with her for a jack and coke (my traditional 4th of July drink of choice). We also made the dubious decision to each do a shot (bartender’s choice) before heading off to mingle. Within 5 minutes, I was flying high as a kite and ready to party. Raef had told me on Wednesday that he wouldn’t be coming to the fireworks, so I was surprised as fuck when we ran into him and Sanja on the patio deck. It’s difficult to even describe how elated I was to see Sanja. Since she’s reconciled with her husband, it’s not often that I get the opportunity to spend time with her. Between the internal warmth provided by the top shelf alcohoI and the presence of my two best girlfriends, the whole night had the most magically cozy feel. One that I wish I could bottle. Then things took an even bigger turn when Raef snuck away from our group for five minutes and returned with an unopened bottle of Gentleman Jack. “Come on,” he said. “Follow me.” Without even thinking, the three of us were following Raef like he was the y0ung Brad Pitt version of the Pied Piper. And we followed our stud all the way across the golf course to its farthest outpost, the green of the 7th hole. Before I even realized it, the three of us were laying on the soft, warm Bermudagrass without a care in the world, passing around the bottle, giggling and waiting for the fireworks. In retrospect, perhaps Jessica should have been a bit more concerned about her husband, but like me, she was lost the moment. Then Raef, possibly sensing an opportunity to escalate the sexual tension of the moment, took things into his own hands when he cordially invited me tell Sanja how I’d come to sniff the scent of Jessica’s pussy from the crotch of her dirty thong panties at the summer solstice party the weekend before. Almost instantly, Jessica was beside herself with laughter, telling Raef to shut his fucking mouth. But the cat, so to speak, was already out of the bag. Sanja wanted to hear the story. So I told it, in detail. How a secluded game of aIcohoI fueled truth or dare led to a three way kissing session between Raef, Jessica and myself. And how on Raef’s very next turn, he dared one cute little gynecologist to take off her panties and give them to me. Then how Jessica, her cheeks flushed red with a combination of shame and arousal, slowly lifted the hem of her cute little Grecian tunic until her delicate lace panties were on full display to the both us. How she then hooked her well manicured thumbs into the waistband and slowly eased them over her hips and down her smooth tanned thighs, releasing them at around knee level and letting them carelessly drop to the floor around her ankles. And how, while giggling, she flicked her foot in my direction, sending her panties hurtling toward my face. And most importantly, how my ridiculously slow reaction time left me completely defenseless against the assault, allowing the sexy little used underpants to land square across my brow line and slide past the bridge of my nose and over my lips before catching them between my breasts. Sanja was dying with laughter. And then I noted how Raef completely breached universally accepted truth or dare protocol by taking a second turn, daring me to sniff the scent of Jessica’s cunt from the interior cotton panel in the gusset of the tiny thong. I also confided how I’d been so turned on in the moment that I made no effort whatsoever to call Raef on his blatant infraction. That I was intrigued beyond my wildest imagination to know Jessica’s scent, eagerly bringing the crotch of my doctor’s panties to the tip of my nose. And how shocked I was to feel their wetness against my skin. Jessica, I noted out loud to my audience, was clearly aching to be fucked by Raef’s big cock. It was at that particular point, just as the club’s fireworks display began, that the temperature on the grass of the putting green skyrocketed…