The pool party went on the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. There was plenty of swimming, chicken fights, and pool volleyball, and there was also a lot of sitting up on the deck, eating, drinking, and talking with Chelsea’s friends. In spite of the way she’d shown them up with her swimsuit selection, there didn’t seem to be anything malevolent about it – it was all in good fun, and seemed to be the sort of thing her friends expected out of her anyway.

The sun was getting low in the sky before it was time to call a halt to the fun. Kyle and Chelsea had a long drive to get back home, even if they took the more direct route – and the Spitfire just didn’t have the lights of a modern vehicle, anyway.

All too soon they had to go. It took a while to gather up their things and say goodbye to everyone, but eventually they were in the little sports car, heading out of town. “I haven’t had an afternoon that’s been quite that much fun in I don’t know when,” Kyle said before they got up to speed and it would be harder to talk.

“They are pretty good people. Maybe I was a little over the top in wearing this swimsuit, but it sure was fun to watch some of the reactions I got to it.”

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed. “I watched several of the girls there looking at you and wondering if they could get into something like that.”

“I did too, and some of them, well, it might be a little too much. Can you imagine Marcie wearing something like this? It makes me think of what happens when you squeeze a toothpaste tube from the middle.”

Kyle repeated Bud’s line about fifty pounds of mud in a five-pound sack, and they both laughed at that. “Hey,” he said after it died down, “I’m surprised that you didn’t want to take it off, and just are wearing shorts over it.”

“I told you it’s not going to be easy to take off,” she smiled. “And now that I’ve got it on, I like wearing it, even as snug as it is. It feels like a second skin, a slippery, shiny, sexy one, at least now that my body has adapted to wearing it a little.”

“Your choice,” he told her. “While I’ll be the first to admit I like seeing you wear it, I still have to think that some of the things women go through to attract men are a little on the extreme side.”

“Well, yeah, they probably are. But you have to remember that women wear clothes to impress other women, not to just impress men. I guess I like to be ahead of the curve with that. I’m sort of looking forward to the next one of those pool parties. I think maybe I’ll just wear something that’s more or less normal and see how many of those girls are trying to catch up with me.”

“That’ll be something to look forward to for the next time,” he laughed. “When is it going to be?”

“I’m not sure,” she said. “Let’s face it, we’re getting through summer as it is. Marcie and Bud don’t have them very often since they have to get their kids farmed out somewhere when they host one. I expect they’ll squeeze one more in this summer, but I probably won’t know until a few days ahead of time. You’ll go with me, won’t you?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

They were out of town by now, and Kyle could run the little sports car up to highway speed. There wasn’t much talking for a while after that, but he could feel her hand resting on his thigh as she snuggled up to him as much as the bucket seats would allow.

It was a long trip into the darkness, and after a while it started to get cool in the open car. After a while Kyle stopped at a gas station, partly to gas up, but also to get the top up so the wind wouldn’t blow through the car quite as badly. After a few minutes they got under way again, carrying fresh soft drinks.

It was quieter in the car, so they could talk much easier than they had earlier. “I’m really sorry to see the end of summer in sight,” she said absently. “It’s been a great summer, and we’ve accomplished an awful lot that I wanted to do.” She let out a sigh and went on, “I don’t know if we’re going to have another summer like it. I’d love to, but I just don’t know.”

“Problems?” he asked. He’d had the feeling that something had been holding them apart a little, as if there was a line they didn’t dare to cross, but they’d never really talked about it. Now, perhaps with the mood she was in he might find out a little more.

“Nothing major,” she said. “It’s just, well, I don’t know if I’m going to be around another year. Look, you know that my job at the library is nothing much. They’re only paying me for part-time, although I’ve sort of been volunteering enough to be almost full time. It’s not that good a job, and I know it. I knew when I took it that it probably wasn’t anything that could last forever, and sooner or later I’m going to have to move on.”

Although she’d never put it into words quite that blunt before, he’d wondered about that question. “Have you been looking?” he asked.

“Probably not as much as I should have,” she said. “Oh, I’ve been keeping my eyes open online and I’ve sent out a few résumés, but it’s like those jobs dropped into a black hole. I haven’t heard anything back. Maybe when summer is over with I’ll have to get a little more serious about looking.”

“I’d hate to have to see you move on,” he replied, trying to cover up the disappointment he felt at her words.

“It’s not like I have to move on right away, and if I do, it might not be all that far away. It all depends on job openings and what I can get. This job will hold me for a while, especially since I have the income from the website, but I’d be a fool to not look around and try for something that would pay better. I mean, something permanent, something where I could dig in.”

“I understand,” he replied. He did, too, although he didn’t really want to contemplate what it meant. “Chelsea, I’ve really come to like you and I’d hate to lose you, but I guess you have to do what you have to do.”

“It’s not a done deal by any means,” she said. “In fact, it’s not even a started deal, but it’s something I need to think about. And even if it does happen, I still might not have to move real far away.”

“How committed are you to being a librarian, anyway?”

“You know, that’s a good question. It’s something I’ve trained for and studied for, and it’s something I like most of the time. I like being around books, I like being around people, and I especially like being around people who like books. That’s the great part about the job, but there are parts I don’t like.”

“Such as?”

“Such as I have to be so damn straight all the time. That’s especially true since I have to do a lot of work with kids. You remember last weekend when we were washing this car, and I had to wear one of my most conservative and dowdy one-pieces? I mean, that’s what people expect of a librarian who works with their kids. Oh, a swimsuit is all right if you’re getting wet, but not one that’s real racy. The parents of those kids don’t want their kid’s minds being twisted by their librarian more than they get by watching TV, you know.”

“I suppose you have to be real careful about your image in the community,” he said. “At least that’s something I don’t have to worry about very much in my job. There are plenty of things I don’t like about it, but that’s not one of them.”

“It makes it hard for me to be me sometimes, if you know what I mean. That’s part of why I try to obscure myself on the website, using the fake name and things like that. I sometimes wonder how much good it’s doing. I feel like I’m going to get caught sooner or later.”

“Just for the heck of it,” he grinned. “If you had your choice, what would you like to do besides being a librarian?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “There aren’t many jobs that would allow me to do what I really want to do.”

“What’s that? Wear a swimsuit all the time?”

“Yeah,” she grinned. “And I mean a swimsuit, not some sort of scanty costume like a showgirl or a stripper. I don’t think I’d like that in the slightest, but I’d love to have a job where I could wear a swimsuit on the job. The only problem is that the only jobs like that are things like being a lifeguard, or maybe running a hot dog stand on some beach, and those are short-term jobs, not a career. I can’t see doing anything like that, although it would be fun for a little while.”

“I can’t think of very many jobs like that, either. Maybe you’ll have to think up something new.”

“Maybe if we both think about it we might come up with something,” she replied. “It sure would be more fun than being a librarian.”

She sure was fascinated to the point of being obsessed with the idea of wearing swimsuits, Kyle thought as he steered the Triumph down the road. That dream of hers wasn’t what you could call realistic, but at least he couldn’t say it wasn’t an interesting goal. If he had detected a flaw in her makeup – and again, he wasn’t sure it was really a flaw – her fetish or obsession or whatever it was about swimsuits was it. But it might not be a bad thing, and he could think of a lot worse ones.

Their talk was desultory all the way back to Wychbold, but it was the kind of trip where not a lot of talk was needed. Much of it was spent with her leaning up cuddled against him the best she could as the little car sped down the road.

It was well after dark before he pulled the Triumph to a stop in front of her apartment. “Well, we’re here,” he said unnecessarily as he shut off the engine.

“Thanks for taking me today,” she said. “I had a good time. Kyle, you’re very nice to put up with me the way you do.”

“You make things fun,” he said, feeling rather close to her at the moment – having her snuggled up against him for the last few hours made him feel even more aware of her presence. “I had a good time, too. Do you have anything special you want to do tomorrow? From what I know of the weather forecast it might be a good day for photos.”

“That probably would be an excellent idea. I don’t think the good days are going to last much longer.”

Kyle got the distinct impression that she wasn’t talking only about the weather, especially after some of the things they’d talked about on the way back, but he kept his thoughts to himself. “Works for me. I suppose we could just drive around until we find a place that would make for a good location for photos. Do you want to do breakfast again?”

“I think so,” she replied, a bit distantly, as if she were thinking about something else entirely.

“About eight, you think?” he said as he opened the car and got out “It would be nice to get up early sometime and get some photos in the morning golden hour, but it’s probably a little late to think about it now.”

“That’s a possibility,” she said as she started to get out of the car too. “It would mean getting up very early, and I don’t think I want to do that tomorrow either.”

She grabbed her duffel bag from behind the seat as he said, “Here, let me walk you to your door like a gentleman should.”

“Thank you,” she replied quietly, and once again Kyle had the impression that her mind was far away, thinking about something else.

It was only a few steps up to her door. Once they got there, she turned to him and took him in her arms. He put his arms around her, feeling the heat of her body through the tight, slick rubber of the latex that encased her like a second skin. She turned her head up to kiss him, and it was a long, wondrous, steamy kiss filled with passion. Finally, they broke apart long enough for her to say, “Kyle, please don’t go yet. I’ll need your help to get this swimsuit off.”

“There’s nothing I would like better,” he murmured, and bent down to kiss her again. This kiss didn’t last quite a long but was no less sensuous. After a while she pulled away from him, and fished her key from the pocket of her shorts. As she unlocked the door he continued to hold onto her; as her body twisted his hand slid over the sensuous feel of the latex until it came to one of her breasts, crushed up against her body by the snug rubber. The mere feel of that firm mound raised the excitement he was feeling to a level he could scarcely have believed.

In a moment they were inside, and the magic of the moment, while still strong, was subtly diminished. “In a way I don’t want to take this off,” she said. “It is uncomfortable as hell, but in some ways it feels so good it’s incredible. It’s not just a second skin, it feels like it’s become a part of my body. That’s why I didn’t have you help me take it off at Marcie’s. I wanted to enjoy it for a while longer. I do still want to keep it on, but I want to take it off, too. Kyle, would you please indulge me?”

“Whatever you want,” he said, enjoying the look and feel of her body encased in the latex about as much as she said she did. She’d had male tongues hanging out most of the day at Marcie’s, and his was at the head of the list.

“Good,” she grinned. “Get your clothes off, and let’s get in the shower.”

“The shower?”

“Yes. I want to feel the water beating on my body and your hands all over me. I got a little cold in this on the way back, and I need to warm up. Besides, I’m sure the baby powder we used to get me into this thing has long since gone away, and I can feel my skin has thoroughly stuck to the rubber. We’ll have to get a lot of water under it to break things loose, but I’m sure taking our time at it will be enjoyable, too.”

Although she had been nude in front of him several times now, he’d never been nude in front of her, but it didn’t take long to remedy that, with her helping him get undressed from the few clothes he had on. In but seconds he was naked in front of her, as aroused as he had ever been, and a little embarrassed about it the way it showed. “Did I do that?” she smiled at the sight.

“I’m afraid you did.”

“Well, good,” she grinned. “That’s what I was hoping for.”

Somewhere in there her shorts and shoes had evaporated, so now she wore only the swimsuit, which seemed even more sensual than ever. It took a few moments for the water in the shower to warm up, but soon they were in it. “Oh, God, I love that,” she said as she stepped under the stream of warm water. “It’s like I can feel every drop hitting me and pounding me like the latex is a drum head. Oh, it feels so good … wash me down, Kyle. I want to feel your hands all over me.”

Right at the moment Kyle was ready to do absolutely anything she asked, and he was sure he enjoyed the sensation as much as she did. The rubber swimsuit felt slick and slippery at the best of times, and the soap and water made it nearly frictionless. He didn’t hold back in the slightest from washing all over her with just his bare hands, and he felt her shudder with delight even when he touched her in places he wouldn’t have expected the reaction. She sounded like she was enjoying it, too – often making little moans or cries of delight. More than once she twisted in his grip like a seal, and she wound up facing him, kissing him with an intensity that made what they’d done outside feel insignificant by comparison. Often when they kissed like that her hand slipped between them to hold and massage the hard rod that was poking her in the belly. It felt like the height of ecstasy to him, the kind of thing he’d dreamed about but could never have imagined could really happen.

After one of those kisses – it could have been the third or the fourth or tenth or twentieth, he didn’t know and didn’t care – she reached up and unfastened the collar of the swimsuit that had had been snugly fastened around her neck. He took the shower massage unit from its holder and pulled the swimsuit away from her a little to soak down her real skin underneath, and then between them they stretched the latex enough to slide the suit off of her shoulders. He was aware of livid red marks on her skin where the tightness at the seams and edges of the suit had left its tracks behind, and he ran his fingers across them to massage them to make them go away.

With some help from the warm water they worked together to peel the suit down enough to free her breasts, which had been crushed to her chest for hours. She seemed to enjoy the feel of him massaging them with soap and water too, at least judging from her reactions and the action of her hand where she was holding him. Then, all of a sudden, she wordlessly sank to her knees before him, and took him into her mouth while she worked him with her hand.

Kyle had felt himself as worked up as he’d ever been for some time, and the mere touch of her lips and tongue down there were just about enough to take him over the edge. He started to say “Uh, Chelsea …” but didn’t get it all out before his body erupted in spasms of joy, not that she appeared to mind, keeping her hand and mouth in place until well after the reaction died down.

After a while she stood up again and pressed her breasts up against him. “Sorry,” he whispered in her ear over the noise of the shower. “I should have given you a little more warning.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he heard her whisper back. “I wanted to do it. You can return the favor later, but we have to get this swimsuit off the rest of the way before we can do that or anything else.”

Even then they didn’t hurry; the warm water, the slipperiness of the soap, the feel of what of the latex that still covered her, and the touch of their hands on each other were more than enough to keep them occupied. It wasn’t until the water began to run cold that they finally slid the rest of swimsuit off her; once it was below her waist the high cut of the thigh openings made it much easier.

Toweling each other dry outside the shower was almost as enjoyable as what had gone on inside the shower, although they didn’t let it go on quite as long since they were both very worked up from the experience. There was a hair dryer sitting on the shelf, and he asked, “Chelsea, may I dry your hair for you?”

“No way,” she smiled as she reached for a towel and wrapped her hair up in it. “Maybe later. I’ve waited long enough as it is, and I can’t take it anymore.”

Within seconds they were on her bed, and he was returning the favor from earlier, having to hang onto her to keep his tongue where she wanted it as she writhed in joy. He returned the favor she’d given him more than once, and he thrilled to hear her cries of ecstasy.

After some time – which couldn’t have gone on long enough – he heard her say, “Kyle, please. I can’t take it any longer. I need you in me, now. Just take me.”

“I don’t have any rubbers with me, Chelsea. I wasn’t expecting this.”

“You don’t need to worry about that, I’m protected. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

It was plea Kyle could not possibly have ignored. He already knew she was incredibly ready for him, and it felt like an incredible rapture as he sank himself deep within her with her sensuous moan filling his ears as he did it, followed by little cries that went on with each thrust he made. And then, sometime later but far too soon as he was concerned, he exploded again just as he felt and heard her writhe with delight.

By now he was exhausted and sweaty from his exertions, but thoroughly sated, more so than he’d ever been before. He sank to his elbows, still deep within her, and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Thank you, Chelsea,” he whispered. “That was wonderful.”

“No, thank you, Kyle,” she murmured. “I’ve been needing that for … too long. I’m sorry I put you off, but it was the best I’ve ever had. I’ve, uh, I’ve done it before, but it never got close to that.”

“Me, too,” he said, rolling off of her and onto his side, taking her in his arms so he could kiss her again. “Chelsea, you’re a wonder.”

“You’re a wonder too, considering how much I’ve teased you,” she said softly. “I don’t know how you put up with me.”

“It hasn’t been easy, but this has been worth it.”

They held onto each other for a while, just kissing and caressing each other. There wasn’t much need for talk, for their hands and lips and bodies told each other all they needed to say, until she whispered, “Kyle, I’d really like you to spend the night with me, I really would. But I don’t think you should.”

“I’d love to, but why not?”

“Because I don’t think people ought to wake up and see your car parked outside,” she sighed. “I still have a reputation to protect.”

“Yeah, I guess,” he replied in disappointment. “But I’d really love it if I could.”

“So would I, Kyle,” she sighed. “But I don’t think we should. But it’s not all bad.”

“How’s that?”

“After that, I think we’re going to need another shower, but it’s going to take a while for the water heater to recover. I think I know a way we can pass the time.”

“If it’s the way you’re thinking, it’s fine with me.”

It was indeed the way she was thinking, and it lasted even longer than before. In fact, it was well after midnight before they managed to get out of bed and use the shower again. This time, Kyle helped her dry her hair, and she hung the swimsuit up to dry. “You know, I really like wearing that, and I like the way it looks on me,” she said. “But it’s such a pain to get on and off that I’m sorry we didn’t get any photos.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right.”

“Oh, well, no great loss,” she smiled. “You can help me put it on again some other time, and I’m really looking forward to you helping me take it off again the same way. That’ll make it more than worth the effort.”

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