Chapter One
I didn't know Stella was going to be at the party. I had talked to our mutual friend the week before and she had mentioned the party, but not that Stella would be there. My friend Rolando had wrangled me an invitation, and he hadn't said Stella would be there.
I had been looking forward to the party, held at a palatial estate in the hills, thrown for Alisa Estevez, my former boss and Rolando's current partner. Stella's presence dampened my enthusiasm. I would agonize over whether to approach her, even to say Hi; worried she might catch me staring at her; worried that she would spend the evening ignoring me, or worse, throw a quick wave my way, then ignore me.
Stella spent the early part of the party in the company of her friends, and I braved a few quick glances at her. It was an informal party and she wore a modest but attractive summer ensemble, pink shorts that were short but not too short, and a lime green top that showed a bit of midriff but otherwise kept her slight figure well covered. Both shorts and top were just snug enough to hint at the delights underneath. And, of course, black Converse high-tops. I'd never seen her wear any shoes except black Converse high-tops.
There were rumors about Stella I had heard she had an OnlyFans™ page. Well, what of it? A lot of people needed a side hustle to make ends meet. Secretly, I longed to take just a quick peek at it, if it indeed existed. And the OnlyFans™ pages I subscribed to belonged to delightful, confident women who treated their fans with respect, and expected the same. It was fucking 2023 for Christ's sake. So what if she had an OnlyFans™ page?
A few people had begun moving outside to the pool, and just then an old friend I hadn't seen in a few months came in the front door. As we talked I saw a door in the hallway open and Stella came out, wearing a violet bikini, and hustled out the patio door to the pool area. My knees literally weakened, and I leaned against a wall to steady myself. This was almost too much to bear. Far from being modest, her bikini was almost criminal. I had been at a party the previous summer where several of the girls had gone topless at the pool. I prayed that didn't happen here. I suddenly felt very protective of Stella's virtue.
Stella and I had a mutual friend, Agnes (honestly, that is her name), who approached me now. She, too, was wearing a bikini, slightly more modest than Stella's, but still quite an eyeful. She hugged me and made her usual flirtatious faces at me and said I "looked longer" than the last time she had seen me. I felt my face flush. In an embarrassing incident that I will not go into here, Agnes had once seen me nude, as I came out of the shower; in the brief time she saw me we did not make eye contact, if you know what I mean.
"Stella's here." Agnes was giving me a playful, naughty look as she said it. I had never shared my attraction to Stella with Agnes, but she could tell. "Why don't we go stand by the patio door where you can stare at her?" She didn't need to ask me twice. We stood by the window side of the sliding glass door and I looked out for Stella
She was lying face down on a lawn chaise, at just a slight angle to me. She was talking to another girl sitting on the ground next to her. Her bikini top was undone so she could tan without lines. A couple of girls by the pool were topless. It suddenly became very hard to breathe. I longed to see Stella topless, but not here, not like this. Again my knees weakened and I grabbed Agnes's shoulder for support. Agnes smiled knowingly. "You've got it bad, tiger, don't you?" Oh fuck yes I had it bad!
The girl talking to Stella got up and walked into the house, and Stella rehooked her bikini top and rolled over on her back. I suddenly knew what I had to do. Without a word to Agnes I walked out to the pool area and sat on the ground next to Stella My breathing was ragged and uneven. An uncomfortable stiffness was forming in my pants and I quickly adjusted myself to make the bulge less noticeable. Stella's eyes were closed but she smiled and said "Hey, tiger, what's up?" I ignored the double entendre and said "Hi, Stella, how are you?" Her head jerked up, her eyes snapped open, and she gave me a frosty glare. "Oh, it's you" she said curtly.
Chapter Two
I clumsily scrambled to my feet, tripped, and almost fell into the pool. I tried to apologize but could only stammer and stutter. She responded with peals of laughter and said "Oh, sit the fuck down." But I was immobilized. The site of her in that tiny string bikini filled my senses and I was unable to take my eyes from her. She seemed aware of my dilemma and spread her legs slightly and gave a little shimmy with her upper body. This was followed by another peal of laughter. "My eyes are up here" and she pointed, one finger for each eye. What?
I tore my eyes from her with great reluctance and sat back down next to her. For the first time since I had come out I noticed the other people around the pool. Now more of the girls at the party were topless. The guys tried to be nonchalant but were sneaking glances. Agnes caught my eye and smirked. Then she reached behind her and for a brief uncomfortable moment I thought she was going to remove her top but thankfully she didn't. "Do you want me to take my top off too?" WTF? I looked at Stella, puzzled. "What?" I managed to croak.
"You seem intrigued by all the bare breasts. Do I need to take off my top in order to get your attention again?" I think my jaw dropped but I'm not sure. Stella was smiling and looking at me piercingly. Again my eyes drank in her raw sensuality. "Who did you think I was when I sat down?" I asked. It was almost a demand. She stopped smiling and said "I knew it was you. I was having fun. Aren't you?" "Go ahead," I challenged, "take off your top." Now it was her turn to be taken aback. She considered me for a moment and said "If you want to see my tits you'll have to subscribe to my OnlyFans™ page." I stared at her for a moment and said "Will you go for a walk with me?" She said "No. Okay. Yes, let's", sat up, and held out her hand. I stood up, with more grace this time, took her hand, and we strolled out onto the estate.
The estate had gently rolling grounds with plenty of trees and bushes. To our left was a ravine with heavy foliage. Lots of places where an amorous couple could hide but that wasn't my intention. Well, I don't think it was. I wanted to be alone with her but my intentions weren't sexual. Well, my cock was painfully erect, but so far my brain was still functioning. We turned the corner around some shrubs and were soon out of site of the party guests. I had been aware that she was looking up at me while we walked. "Where are your swim trunks?" she asked. "I didn't even think to bring any." I replied. She considered this for a moment then said "I have and extra pair of bikini bottoms you could borrow" The thought of wearing her bikini bottoms sent a jolt of pure lust through me. I stopped, turned, took her by the shoulders, and pulled her close. She looked up at me with an inquisitive look on her face. Her face! She had the most beautiful face I had ever seen, childlike and wise and innocent and naughty. She now gave that little smile that was so adorable but promised so much. "I'm not going to fuck you, not here, probably not ever." "No worries, Stella Just let me borrow your bikini bottoms." I gave her a lecherous smile and she started laughing. "I just changed my mind about the bikini bottoms. If you want them you'll have to buy them from my OnlyFans™ page." Now it was my turn to laugh. I kissed her gently on the forehead, turned, and we continued our walk, hand in hand.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur. We talked about everything and nothing. I bitched about my job and she talked about a cafe she had discovered. I talked about my parents and she talked about her sister. I talked about Picasso and she talked about James Joyce. I talked about my college years and she talked about her cat. "You have a cat?" I asked. "No pussy jokes" she replied and we both laughed. Gradually it began to get dark and the sounds of the party became muted as the people at the pool moved back inside. "We should get back, we could get lost out here in the dark" I said. "Okay, but let's walk slowly" she replied. I released her hand, put my arm around her shoulder, and she pressed herself against me as we walked back. After a time she put her arm around my waist. Soon the house came into view. The outside lights were on and a few people lingered by the pool, Agnes included. She winked at me as we walked past her and into the house.
We found an unoccupied love seat and sat down. I talked about a TV show and she talked about her book club. I talked about Taylor Swift and she talked about Bob Dylan. I talked about this and she talked about that. She put a hand on my arm and said she was going to change back into her clothes. She disappeared down the hallway and I wondered if I would ever see her again.
Chapter Three
"Did you fuck her?" Agnes had come out of nowhere and was standing before me, arms akimbo. I couldn't tell if she was teasing or accusing. I considered a moment before answering. "She said we're not going to fuck. Ever. I didn't argue with her." Agnes's jaw dropped and she said "Oh my fucking god, you're in love with her!" No, I wasn't. But I had really enjoyed our afternoon together. I hoped we could spend more time together, if not tonight then some time soon. I was no longer intimidated by her beauty and sensuality but the thought of never being able to make love to her began to bother me, a little. Could I be just friends with her? Yeah, I could. Did I want more, maybe? Yeah, maybe. I realized Agnes was still standing before me, expecting an answer. "Maybe I am," I said, "why didn't you take your top off out there?" To my compete and utter astonishment she briefly lowered her top and flashed me. "You fucking pervert" she admonished, "you don't deserve to fuck her." But we were both smiling. Good old Agnes. She had been my best friend since middle school, but now there was an undercurrent to our friendship I couldn't put my finger on. Complications with Stella? I couldn't be sure.
"Well, Casanova, I'm out of here. Have fun the rest of the evening. You and Stella! Fuck me." Then she laughed, shook her head, and headed down the hallway to change. She passed Stella coming back and the two had a few words. Stella smiled and glanced at me, and Agnes patted her on the shoulder and they kissed each other on the cheek. Stella walked towards me in her pink shorts and lime green top and Cons and I remembered how good she looked in that outfit. She stood over me, smiled, shook her head, and said "I have to go. I had a lovely time. Maybe we'll run into each other again. If you're lucky." She turned and walked away. Suddenly she stopped, turned around and walked back to me. She reached into her bag, pulled out a business card, and handed it to me. It was an OnlyFans™ card with her username. "I have a free account and a VIP account. Do you know what that means?" "Yes," I replied, "I'll take a look." She nodded, started to say something, but turned and walked away instead. Again she stopped, turned and walked back to me. "Give me the card back" she demanded, and I obeyed. She took a pen from her bag, wrote something on the card, put her pen away, stared at the card for a long moment, and handed it to me. I took it without breaking eye contact. "Asshole" she said to me, turned, and walked away. I was startled for a second and watched her leave. Then I looked at the card. She had written her phone number on it. I stared at the card dumbly. What the actual fuck just happened here?
Chapter Four
When I got home I got in the shower and masturbated. Soon the lustful feelings I had experienced with Stella came flooding back and I came like a hurricane. I cleaned up, dried off, brushed my teeth, and put my clothes in the hamper. I had a brief moment of panic when I couldn't find Stella's card but I finally found it and climbed in bed. I stared at the card and realized I should have waited to masturbate until I was on her OnlyFans™ page. I suddenly felt ashamed. What kind of slimeball thinks like that about a woman he cares for? Did I care for her? I knew that once I saw her OnlyFans™ page I couldn't unsee it. How would it color our relationship? What relationship? I put the card down and agonized over what to do. Should I call her now? It was 23:30 hours, probably too late, but I could text her. I sat up against the headboard, hugged my pillow, and stayed that way until I fell asleep a few hours later.
When I awoke I had no such doubts. As I sipped my coffee I subscribed to both her OnlyFans™ pages on my laptop and started with her free account. No nudity, but