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The sun is up and so are Caitlyn’s spirits.
She loves the faint sound of water splashing and the clinking of glasses, and the sound of her girlfriends giggling.
Most would say the purpose of the Kiramman beach house is for relaxation, it rivals an actual beach sometimes. According to Sarah, the #1 purpose of this estate is to gawk at her mother’s hired poolboy who happens to be the most attractive butch Caitlyn has ever seen. Today, she looks especially handsome, unbuttoned floral shirt to expose the lovely scars under her chest, and matching shorts which Caitlyn finds endearing, and pink hair shining in the sunlight.
“Hey, girls!” She shouts from the other side of the pool, waving to Caitlyn and her friends.
“Hello, Vi!” Sarah shouts back in a flirty manner, waving with her fingers.
“Down, girl.” Leona tells her. Which Caitlyn agrees with.
She has a bit of a bone to pick with Sarah because—and not to sound a little immature, she saw her first. She’s had maybe three or four conversations with Vi, but they’ve mostly been amicable. They’ve also mostly been about pools, so it’s not like the progress is anything to write home about.
Caitlyn sometimes catches Vi glancing at her lips, though, and earlier this morning, her eyes stayed glued to Caitlyn’s body in her lovely purple bikini, maybe all hope isn’t so lost.
“Vi, I think you can take your break now.” Caitlyn calls. “We won’t be swimming anytime soon.”
“Gotcha,” Vi winks and Caitlyn’s heart races.
Vi picks up the skimmer net, and bids all the girls goodbye, all while maintaining direct eye contact with Caitlyn.
Sarah giggles right next to her as soon as Vi left the scene.
“Gods, she’s so hot!” She shrieks like a teen girl with a crush. Which is hypocritical for Caitlyn, because she also harbors something of a crush, but she doesn’t know that. “I wish I had a pool, then I could hire her fine ass.”
“You seriously need to be calm,” Leona says, and her face is like the embodiment of the laugh-cry emoji. “And who says you need to hire her? You could just approach her and ask her out. At least she’s not working for you.”
The minute Leona says those words, Caitlyn stiffens. There’s much to unpack from that mere suggestion: first, Leona is basically pawning Sarah off to her crush. Second, Sarah is the boldest out of their entire friend group and would actually just walk up to anyone and ask them out if she wanted to, so if Vi agreed, then she would have secured herself a date. Third, hearing Leona tell Sarah if she had hired her, it would mean she was working for her and the unspoken rule of not dating your staff… it puts Caitlyn in a pickle.
The reality is that Vi is in fact working for the Kiramman household, but how much leeway does she have? She’s technically not the owner of this house—she attempts to shut the thoughts of inheriting this house further—so it’s not like Vi directly works for her, right?
At the end of the day, this is a nonissue and she should be lounging like the young, hot woman she is. Most young, hot women are overthinkers, Caitlyn decides.
“You know what? I will.” It didn’t even occur to Caitlyn that Sarah had already stood up.
It’s not like Caitlyn gave up, but Sarah was going to actively pursue Vi, and she could have done that way earlier, before Sarah’s horny ass got to work.
Nevertheless, she’ll just be happy for her friend. To be fair, it’s only a crush.
Caitlyn had excused herself to get her and the girls refills of their drinks. She has people for that, but she made the executive decision to do it herself to check up on Vi.
Oddly enough, As soon as she got to the kitchen, Sarah walks away from Vi. Unseen by the red-haired woman, she walks to Vi.
“What was that about?” She acts, pretending not to know.
Of course, Vi is a lot more perceptive than that. “Don’t act coy, you and your friend made her do it.”
Caitlyn smiles. “She’s easily enabled, that girl. How did it go? Will you be going on a date with her?” She tries her hardest not to sound so curious and investigative.
Vi shakes her head, with Caitlyn visibly beaming. “Nah, she’s hot and all, but she’s not my type. I did let her down gently, though. Before you think I’m a dick.”
“I don’t think you’re a dick.” Caitlyn chuckles. Vi must have had a bit of the drinks, because her lips are stained a dark red. “May I ask what your type is?”
It’s bold. But it’s kind of safe. It’s vague enough, and it doesn’t sound too eager.
Vi scoffs before looking Caitlyn up and down. “You’re staring at my lips.”
Shit.
“Am I? The color’s distracting me quite a bit. You still didn’t answer my question.”
Vi licks her lips, inches closer to Caitlyn, staring her in the eyes now.
“What do you think?”
There’s a grin that paints Caitlyn’s face before she leans in and kisses Vi.
Throughout the kiss, the smile doesn’t leave Caitlyn’s face, even when Vi is practically prodding her tongue inside—which she welcomes of course. Vi impresses her by carrying her and sitting her on the countertop. Even though Vi’s smaller, she could still reach as she continues to make out with Caitlyn.
Really, who cares about the made up rules of this household? No one else was enforcing them in the first place but Caitlyn herself.
“You need to fuck me,” she breathes against Vi’s mouth. “But really quickly, I still need to get back to the girls.”
“Heh,” Vi smirks. “I could always fuck you after your friends leave, but are you just that impatient?”
Caitlyn nods. “Yes. Fuck me. Please.”
Vi licks her fingers just before sliding her panty to the side and toying her clit.
Caitlyn’s body jumps at the contact, but Vi doesn’t stop. Long fingers stroke her slit, dampening them with the saliva.
Vi pulls away from kissing Caitlyn to go finally down on her. Her fingers that were once in her, replaced by her lips kissing on her folds.
“Been wanting to do this,” she says, muffled by Caitlyn’s cunt.
“Yeah?” Caitlyn says. “How long have you liked me?” She’s stroking her own ego at this point, but she thinks it’s proper earned. Vi did admit to Caitlyn being her type.
“Since I met you.”
Fuck.
The blue-haired woman bucks her hips to give Vi better access. Which is just as well, because Vi finally inserts her tongue into Caitlyn’s hole.
She has to bite back her moan, careful not to make too many loud noises that would most definitely attract the attention of her two nosy friends.
“Trying to be quiet, huh?” Caitlyn can hear the smirk from her voice. “That’s alright. When it’s just us, we can be as loud as we want.”
“Oh fuck, Vi.” In her attempt at be quiet, but Vi’s tongue and her wet pussy are making noises for both of them.
It should come to no surprise that Vi is fantastic at eating pussy. Caitlyn’s cunt clenches around Vi’s tongue every thrust. Her request to make it quick might be plausible at this rate.
She’s close, she can feel it, but she rolls her hips toward’s Vi’s mouth for a bit, savoring Vi’s excellent tonguework. All it does is spur Caitlyn on, so there’s no point in holding it off for so long.
Sarah and Leona might be getting suspicious.
“I’m going to come, Vi.” She pants.
“That fast?” Vi teases, and Caitlyn usually has less tolerance for jokes about how early she comes, but she needs it so bad right now that she forgets about it.
“Yeah, please, I want to come in your mouth.”
“Come for me, Cait.” With that, Caitlyn does. She releases her juices into Vi’s willing mouth as she gulps it down.
She grabs onto Caitlyn’s ass, clenching down on the skin through her orgasm, and her tongue still bullying her already spent cunt.
She wraps her legs around Vi’s head till her orgasm subsides, and Vi finally withdraws her tongue out of her cunt.
“You’re so sweet, Cupcake.”
Caitlyn rolls her eyes. She purses her lips. “I hope this wasn’t weird. With you working in this house and all.”
Vi raises her brows, picking up on Caitlyn’s words. “I work for your mother, not you. But ironically, I’ve been getting a fuck ton of other job offers from houses nearby.”
This makes Caitlyn giggle. “Really?”
“Yeah, Cait. Really,” Vi chuckles. “This place surprisingly has a huge market for poolboys. I can always just quit being your mother’s and I can go out with you.”
Caitlyn smiles. “Sarah is going to hate me.”
This one makes Vi laugh. “I could refer her to my other friends.” She jokes. She finally hands her the drinks Caitlyn was supposed to give them. “Take these, wouldn’t want them getting suspicious.”
“No, I suppose not.”
She walks away, using one hand to carry the drinks in the tray, and the other to fix her swimsuit, hoping no one can smell the sex that just happened minutes ago on her.