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Part One of ‘Home From Spring Break’ reproduced with the kind permission of Katrina. She has given me 5 great Cfnm stories to republish here, which I will be doing over the next few days, so be sure to bookmark and/or add me to your subscribed blog feeds to see the next Cfnm story instalments

Cfnm Story - Home From Spring Break
Home from Spring Break
Lying in bed last night, I thought about a CFNM event that I was lucky enough to participate in. Even though it happened several years ago, I know I’ll never forget it. It was with my sometime boyfriend, (Bobby), back in my last year of college. I was home from spring break and all of my friends had gone to Ft. Lauderdale. I was saving my money for a car, so I couldn’t afford to go with them this time. So I went back home and stayed at my parent’s house in Atlanta for the week. The house had a big backyard with an in-ground pool with a nice, high fence around it. My parents were going out of town next weekend to go to a wedding, so I got the great idea of secretly inviting my part-time/sometime boyfriend Bobby over for an afternoon of fun in the sun.
Bobby and I really weren’t “boyfriend & girlfriend”, but we had dated off and on, and we did some light petting at a drunken high school party once. All I remember is him feeling me up over my shirt and I rubbed his rock hard bulge a few times. But since I went off to college and he stayed back in Atlanta and went to a community college, we didn’t see too much of each other. He was a hot looking, athletic guy with short blonde hair. All of my friends drooled over him, but I thought he was full of himself and a little too macho for my shy girl tastes. Anyway, he wasn’t doing anything next Saturday, so he said he would come over, bring a few hundred beers, and get a tan with me.
Well, Saturday shows up, and so does Bobby, just after noon time. I was already laying out in a lounge chair next to the pool in my black bikini, listening to the radio. I had a pretty good figure then, thin and tanned, but my boobs were barely a B cup. (and that was before the Wonder Bra). So Bobby comes through the gate, says hello, makes a comment about how nice I’m looking these days, takes off his shirt, spreads out his towel, and lays down. I make sure he knows that everybody in the house is gone until tomorrow. (I’m sure this gets his wheels turning, as he probably thought I had invited him over for some hot poolside sex). Truth be told, I just wanted some male companionship. As luck would have it, I was on my period that weekend. (I know, I know, perfect timing).
Well, after a few hours of talking, tanning, swimming, and drinking, Bobby starts flirting and cuddling up to me while we were swimming in the deep end of the pool. We hugged and I could feel his familiar rock hard bulge through his trunks. Since I had a few drinks in me and was feeling no pain, I made some funny comment like, “is that a snorkel in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me ?”. He laughed and said it was the effect of him squeezing my ass under the water and not having sex for a long time. I asked him if he ever skinny-dipped, and he said yeah, sure, but never with any girls. So I said, well, here’s your chance, tiger.

We went back and forth about who would drop our suits first, but eventually he caved in. But he would only get naked on the promise that I would get naked after he did. (I’m such a good liar). Sure enough, he goes to the deep end (about 5 feet deep), and pulls off his trunks and throws them on the lounge chair about 6 feet away from the edge of the pool, (big mistake). I quickly jump out and grab them, dancing to the radio and waving them in the air. I thought for sure he would get pissed, but he didn’t. He just looked startled and started laughing. (probably at the thought of knowing he’d have to get out of the pool and wrestle them away from me).

Part II to follow…..

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