Cheryl responded, surrendering to Kate’s advances, and leaned into her with her head tossed back.

“You are so wonderfully responsive,” Kate whispered, “Ever been with a woman before?”

“In college,” Cheryl said, turning to kiss Kate full on the mouth, then adding, “My roommate and I, but it’s been so long. I didn’t realize how much I missed it: your gentle touch, your smooth face, it feels so, so different and good.”

“Let’s finish these pictures, then we can explore,” Kate said. “I think we got enough like this, do you want your hair wet or keep it dry for the wet shots?”

“Both! How about I walk in down the steps to keep my hair dry and you can take pictures as I climb out at the ladder,” Cheryl said.

“Ok, yeah, then I’ll take pictures of you going off the board,” Kate said.

Kate was snapping picture after picture of Cheryl climbing out of the pool, shedding water, the tight white camisole now almost transparent. “Oh my God, Cheryl, you look sooo sexy,” she said as she continued to snap away. “Perfect, now cover your face with both hands. Yeah, like that, now look at me through your fingers. Good. Great!”

Still snapping photos, Kate moved in close and then, holding the camera off to the side with one straight arm, she wrapped her other around Cheryl’s waist and drew her dripping body tight. She kissed Cheryl firmly on the mouth before moving down to lick and nip each nipple again through the cotton before she resumed taking photos.

Between the wine and Kate’s warm advances, Cheryl’s head was spinning. She flirtatiously half-skipped to the diving board, briefly aligned herself, and in two steps and a bounce did a neat little forward dive into the water as Kate captured the whole sequence in eight shots. Kate continued her role as photographer, changing position repeatedly as Cheryl climbed once again from the pool and squeezed the water from her hair with both hands, pressing it against her head, then playing another game of peek-a-boo for the camera.

This was a different Cheryl than Kate had ever realized. This was not the conservative wife, mother and schoolteacher that lived next door. This was a voluptuous, sexually responsive woman who the very sight of was making Kate excited in ways she had not felt in quite some time.

Kate handed Cheryl a large pool towel. Cheryl began to dry her face and hair. Kate set the camera on a table and moved behind Cheryl. She pulled her own suit down off her shoulders, stepped out of it and threw it onto the lounge chair in front of Cheryl in one motion. She then put her hands on Cheryl’s towel and took over massaging Cheryl’s hair, working down to dry Cheryl’s whole body, peeling off Cheryl’s wet camisole in the process. Cheryl stood still, not rigid, but motionless in a supple way that allowed Kate to dry all parts of her before Kate again wrapped her arms around her and pulled her back against her own ample breasts.

“I wish I had your body,” Kate whispered in her ear.

“Ummm, take it, it’s yours,” Cheryl replied breathlessly.

“I mean…”

Cheryl turned inside of Kate’s arms smiling broadly, “I know what you mean, but yours is great. I’m a big fan of