"Okay, everyone, say yummm'." She took the photo and then looked at the preview. All four girls were giving their best sultry looks. Nat was doe-eyed and coy, Emily's piercing gaze and parted lips were sexy, and Phina herself was making a closed-eyes kissy face. But then there was Elle. Elle gave a slit-eyed otherworldly gaze, but at the bottom of the frame, her hands had crept up and pulled up the ruffly flounce top so far she had almost exposed her nipples. Phina was impressed, "Jesus, Elle, you really know how to push this."
Elle smirked at her and sighed, as a far-off thought careened out of her mouth: "Maybe we should keep going further." At that, she pulled her bikini top up over her head and dropped it at her feet. Everybody went wide-eyed, gawking at the young girl's skinny, androgynous figure. Phina was astounded at her audacity. Nat flashed back to earlier in the day when Elle bent over, showing off her pussy in the dressing room. She wondered if they were going to see another similar event here. Elle began to massage her small breasts absent-mindedly.
"Okay, honey," Emily jumped in amidst the silent stares, "We'll do one more if you really want to. This was not the response that Nat or Phina were expecting to hear from the girl's mother. She looked over at them. "She has a medical condition," she said matter-of-factly.
Nat swallowed and confirmed. "It's true. Just like we talked about at the mall."
"O-Girl," Phina spoke quietly as she observed Elle's lewd behavior. "You weren't kidding, huh?"
Nat could see Phina was impressed, and found herself wanting to also impress her new friend, as well. She, too, felt the urge to comply with Emily's command of the situation. "What do you say, Phina? You think Julian would want one more?" Before Phina could answer, Emily un-did her own top and set it aside in solidarity with her daughter. Her breasts hung free, her nipples standing prominently.
Phina stared back and forth between Elle and Emily. She found the two women incredibly beautiful. Despite Elle's young age, and Emily's curvier figure, she could see the family resemblance between the two. Finally she swallowed hard and pushed out the words, "Y'all bitches are crazy, but this is gonna be worth it just to see what Julian does."
Nat laughed heartily, "He's gonna blow his load!"
"Hopefully not too early," Phina winked. She stripped off her clothing down to her panties, revealing her ebony young breasts with dark nipples, while Nat untied the bow Emily had made just minutes before and pulled her top over her head, freeing the small mounds on her youthful figure.
Elle looked around at each of the girls surrounding her. She almost couldn't believe what she had made them do. Part of her was embarrassed and wished she could take back her actions, but another part recognized the group was quite at ease around one other. Phina and Nat gazed at each other and giggled. She wondered if there was some chemistry going on there. Nat did say that Phina was bi. Meanwhile her mother was directing them where to sit and where to place their hands. Each of the girls complied willingly, and Elle was no exception, she felt like putty at that very moment.
In the photo, Phina sat on the bench, positioned relatively straightforward, and stared directly into the lens giving her best wide-eyed, precocious stare. On her right side Nat laid against her breasts, staring up at her lustily. She positioned one foot on the bench so that one knee was in the air. The other leg hung off the bench casually. On her left side, Elle sat with her back against Phina's arm and leaned her head back lazily onto her shoulder. Finally, Emily positioned herself on all fours, straddling over her daughter's legs and kissed her gently on the nose.
Once they were all in position, Phina snapped the photo. She opened the preview and subconsciously licked her lips. "Jesus, this is by far the most erotic photo shoot I've ever done. I can't believe I'm sending this to my boyfriend."
"Aw, I bet we could top that," Nat said, jokingly attempting to lift the mood.
Phina a giggled and wondered if she was serious, but at that moment a large group of pool-goers entered the locker room. Nat and Phina scrambled to get their tops on, but Emily was not so concerned about other women seeing her topless. Likewise, Elle was just lying on the stone bench oblivious to the commotion around her. Her fingers traced lightly over her breasts, tummy, and hip bones, and occasionally threatened to dip under her boyfriend bottoms.
"Anyway," Phina said, "Julian's gotta be wondering what's taking me so long. I'm sending the pics now and then I'm gonna go out there and witness the reaction."
"Can you send that to me, too?" Emily asked, as she arranged her top. "I'd love a copy."
"Sure, give me your number. Just don't go showing everybody."
"I'll keep it most private."
Before they headed to the pool, they took quick showers to rinse off any outside contaminants. The plumbing was old in the facility, so there was no hot water. Nat got under it, shrieked, and stalked out, shivering. "That's good enough." Phina was able to rinse her hair, but didn't last much longer. The two of them wandered out of the locker room and into the pool area together.
Emily dragged Elle into a stall with her and aimed the shower head at her daughter. The frigid water shocked her, and snapped her out of her daze. She cried out and tried to wriggle away, but Emily held her there for as long as she could.
"Mom, it's so cold!"
Emily released her, "How do you feel now, honey?"
"Cold," Elle spat out through chattering teeth. Still, she acknowledged to herself that the frigid water did some good. She felt much more like herself for a moment.
"Alright, get your top on and let's get out there. Julian's not the only one waiting."
It didn't take long for the icy shower to fade from their collective memory. The day was still very hot and as Elle and Emily exited the locker room into the open air of the pool, they groaned. Emily shielded her eyes, looking around for her husband. After a moment, she spotted him laying on a long, wooden lounge chair, and they headed over to see him.
"Hey honey," Emily said.
"Huh?" said Adrian. He pretended to shake sleep out of his head. "What year is it?"
"Very funny. We ran into one of Nat's and Elle's new friends in the locker room and had to get... acquainted."
Just then, shrieking cut through the air, accompanied by wild splashing that threatened to soak the towels on the concrete deck.
Adrian sat up in the lounge chair and squinted through his sunglasses. "That sounded like Nat's all-too familiar squawk."
Emily chuckled, "How'd you know?" She turned around and saw a frisky, dark-skinned boy chasing both Nat and Phina through the water. He'd swim up behind them and goose them, or pick them up and toss them across the water.
"Don't get the towels wet, girls and boys," Adrian scolded.
Nat swam up to the edge of the pool and kicked her legs in the water behind her. She shouted back, "Sorry, It's not my fault!" Suddenly the boy grabbed her by the foot and pulled her backwards into the water. Again, she whooped before going under the surface.
As she popped up again, she gurgled, "See?!" The boy just giggled, paying no attention to any of the sunbathers concerned about keeping their patch of concrete dry.
Elle dunked a foot in and felt the cool relief from the heat just ahead of her. As she was about to dive in, Emily stopped her.
"Kids, have you put on your sunblock?"
Phina taunted, "Yeah, kids." Elle rolled her eyes when she emphasized "kids."
"I'm talking to you, too, young lady. And your friend as well," Emily said with seriousness. "Nobody's getting skin cancer on my watch.
"Haha, what? I don't need sunscreen," the boy laughed.
Emily turned to him. "You must be Julian," she said, standing tall over him from the deck.
"I am," he said. Then his smile faded to something closer to embarrassment. Elle watched as a realization dawned on him. He looked at her mother, then glanced over at her, and finally turned to Phina, who smirked and nodded: these were the girls he saw in the photo Phina had sent him.
Emily bent over him. Her cleavage, laced up in her top, took advantage of gravity. She spoke firmly. "Well, Julian, if you're going to hang with all of us, you'd better listen to me. Everybody. Out of the pool. You need sunscreen."
"Yes ma'am," he said.
"Great!"