Chapter 54: Making my childhood friend come repeatedly in a float

Making my childhood friend come repeatedly in a float

In the flowing pool, Aya and I held hands while facing each other.

The water was only shallow enough to hide half of her chest. Despite that, her face showed tension and nervousness just from being in the water.

“Are you scared?”

“No… I’m fine.”

I chuckled at her far-from-fine expression.

“Then, let’s start by getting comfortable first.”

“…Okay.”

While holding onto her small hands, I moved backward.

Even as she was being pulled, Aya managed to follow along by kicking her legs and paddling in the water.

After a while, we stopped and Aya jumped into my arms, gripping onto my shoulders.

As I gently held her, I gave her some praise.

“You’re fast.”

With our noses almost touching, Aya’s lips curled into a proud smile.

“Even though I don’t look like it, I’m actually pretty good at flutter kicking.”

Her sly smile, combined with her forehead being exposed, gave her a strangely seductive allure that sent shivers down my spine.

Although I believe flutter kicking is a basic swimming technique rather than a specialized field, I decided not to point that out.

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Just as I was about to suggest the next exercise, an announcement echoed throughout the facility.

“――It’s almost time for Big Wave Time in the Beach Area. Enjoy the waves just like in the tropical seas. If you’re here with small children――”

From a pool that was already sparsely populated, most people began to move toward the artificial beach. This was convenient for practicing… and also for savoring Aya without interruptions.

“Boyan, they have big waves! Shall we go too?”

“Once Aya becomes a bit more confident in swimming.”

“If I have a float, I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t you remember when you slipped out of a float and almost sank?”

“Ugh… yeah, you’re right.”

“So, shall we try swimming on your own soon?”

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“I won’t.”

I stepped back about ten meters and stretched out my arms.

With determination, Aya extended her arms forward, diving into the water’s surface and starting her flutter kick. She dipped her face into the water and began her crawl strokes.

However, she soon flailed her arms and started to sink in place. I rushed over, supporting her body and keeping her afloat.

“Ugh, ack… cough… cough…”

“You were so close.”

“Yeah… blub… thanks…”

It seemed like she had accidentally swallowed water through her nose and mouth. She was still quite unskilled at swimming.

While Aya mentioned having gone to the pool a few times with friends and acquaintances, I had never heard about her practicing swimming with anyone.

Given her personality, she might have been afraid of inconveniencing others by asking. Consequently, she mostly used a kickboard to practice flutter kicking during swimming lessons.

If I had been practicing with her since elementary school, would she have learned to swim proficiently by now?

It’s not clear, but at least the current me can fulfill her wish.

“Aya, I’ll cast a little magic.”

“Magic?”

“Yeah. You’ll be able to swim right away.”

Watching Aya swim up close, it became apparent why she couldn’t swim. The moment her face touched the water, she curled up like a frightened cat, causing her balance to falter and sink.

And the cause of this was a childhood trauma.

When Aya had almost drowned earlier, a flood of jumbled emotions had surged in. It was fragments of unconscious fear.

—Scary.

—Dark. Suffocating.

—Can’t see anything. No one’s there.

—Being alone is scary.

—Hands can’t reach.

It was an image of sinking into dark water endlessly. The sensation of the ground being sucked into a void beneath, losing all sense of up and down, left and right.

Presumably, it was a memory from when she had almost drowned during a river playtime with her grandfather. A primal trauma that Aya herself hardly remembered.

Aya’s lack of self-confidence, her abnormal fear of loneliness and isolation, all of it might trace back to this trauma.

The ground collapsing underfoot, plunging into an abyss of darkness—such unease. That’s what’s deeply engraved in Aya’s heart.

So, right here and now, I intend to rewrite that trauma entirely.

—Gently let herself float.

Intuition sends the optimal instructions.

“Aya, look that way.”

“Huh, okay…”

Having her face turned away, I gently pull her shoulders and have her lean against me. If she slowly moves backward, her chest rises above the water’s surface and both legs float.

“Stay floating on your back like this. I’m holding you, so stretch out comfortably.”

“Yeah.”

Aya obediently releases the tension from her body, floating on her back in the water.

“See, you won’t sink if you do it like this.”

“Yeah, that’s true…”

I wait patiently for her to fully relax.

Eventually, Aya lets out a small sigh.

“How is it? You’re not scared at all now, right?”

“Yeah, somehow… It might be the first time I’ve really floated. Feels like I’ve turned into a jellyfish.”

From the back of her head against my chest, her inner voice reaches me.

—Feels nice.

—Mysterious.

—Not scared at all.

—Definitely.

—Thanks to Boyan’s magic.

Aya’s heart is gradually calming down. The gentle sensation of floating she’s experiencing is transmitted to me as well.

Ah, indeed, this feels pleasant.

The sounds of the huge waves and the cheers of the visitors that had been coming from the artificial beach a while ago are now gone.

In this world of just the two of us, it’s like we’re drifting as jellyfish.

—…

—…

Intuition was murmuring a few lines.

These are likely the lines I should say next.

However, I deliberately ignored the whispers of intuition.

I already know what I should say.

“Aya, you’re okay now.”

“…Yeah.”

Aya won’t sink anymore.

She won’t lose sight of anything.

The hand she extends will surely be caught by me.

There’s no trace of anxiety anywhere.

To convey this, I don’t need many words.

“I’m sure you can swim now.”

“Do you think so?”

“Yeah.”

“Then, I’ll give it a try.”

Aya slowly lifts her upper body and stands on the pool floor. I step back, maintaining a distance of about fifteen meters.

“Here I go, Boyan.”

“Yeah, come on.”

As Aya smoothly slips into the water, she gently kicks her legs and starts a crawl stroke.

With her quietest swim yet, Aya dives into my chest.

Splash “I can swim!”

Her expression is a mixture of surprise and joy, just like a baby taking its first steps on two legs.

“Congratulations.”

“Yeah, thanks…”

Aya finally embraces me wholeheartedly. Her thin arms wrap around my neck and her soft chest presses tightly against me.

There’s a sniffling sound as if she’s trying to hide her tears by holding on tightly, but Aya is trembling and crying.

To envelop that trembling, I return her embrace.

How long did it go on like this?

Skin touching skin, warmth radiating, even though we’re in the pool, our bodies are heating up.

In the distance, I hear the sounds of a big wave crashing and the joyful voices of people being swallowed by the waves.

“Hey, Boyan.”

Aya, who seems to have stopped crying, whispers in my ear, now almost clinging to me.

“Hm?”

“We’ve become used to being alone together.”

Her sugary voice tingles in my eardrums. It’s a seductive tone that melts my brain, causing my heart rate to quicken and my shorts to tighten.

“Yeah.”

Responding calmly, Aya’s face shifts directly in front of mine.

Behind her enchantingly narrowed eyelids, I catch sight of her moist, feverish eyes. Her seductive beauty inches closer with a smile.

“Mm, chu… ngh… nn…”

Aya presses her closed lips against mine. She lovingly licks my lips with delicate touches, then presses our lips together again.

Her slimy tongue attempts to pry my lips apart, so I willingly part them. Her small, warm tongue slips inside, licking the underside of my tongue. A tingling sensation rushes down my spine.

Outdoors, in a public place, Aya initiating a kiss with me is the first since that rooftop incident. The fact that she’s making the move ignites my whole body, as if my blood is boiling.

However, her tongue doesn’t tangle – it slowly retreats from my mouth. The lips that were clinging separate and her warm breath dilutes into the open air.

Her beautiful face returns to its place in front of my nose, appearing somewhat bashful, like a successfully mischievous girl.

“Boyan, I love you.”

She’s blushing as if confessing for the first time ever. Despite her shy, moistened eyes, she continues to gaze directly at me.

Whether it’s because the deep-rooted trauma has vanished, because there’s no one around, or because she, like me, has been teased since yesterday, it’s hard to say.

I don’t know, but Aya’s newfound openness is intense.

The desire that had been simmering in my lower half starts to boil and bubble.

My self-control, which had long since vanished, now disappears entirely.

I extend my hand toward Aya slowly.

At that moment, I sense people approaching from a distance.

It seems the big wave event has ended and people are returning to the flowing pool.

“I… I think I’ll swim some more.”

Perhaps embarrassed by the approaching people, Aya moves away from me. She splashes about twenty meters away and looks back.

“I’m going!”

With a cheerful shout, she begins to swim again. This time, her strokes are a bit more intense and she’s maintaining quite a speed. Her natural athletic ability seems to have kicked in after she grasped the technique.

About ten meters closer, Aya suddenly stops moving.

“Boyan, um…”

With only her head and neck above the water’s surface, she frowns.

“What’s wrong?”

“Um, my swimsuit…”

“Oh, just wait a moment.”

Seems her swimsuit has shifted again due to her vigorous swimming.

I grab the large float that I left by the poolside and rush over to Aya, placing it over her. This way, her cleavage should be hidden from view.

“Ah, thanks.”

“Did it shift again?”

“Yeah… the strings…”

“Strings?”

“Yeah, they seem to have come undone…”

Upon closer inspection, one of the strings of her bikini, the one around her neck, has become untied. She’s holding the front of the loosened swimsuit in place with both arms.

“Sorry, Boyan, could you tie it for me?”

“Sure.”

Diving underwater, I resurface aiming for the hole of the float.

With her arms crossed shyly, I gently rest my hand on her shoulder.

“Ugh… please.”

“But, can it wait a bit?”

“Huh?”

Slowly stroking her shoulder, I then pull the back string of her bikini.

“Hey, what are you… doing, Boyan?”

“Blame it on your teasing.”

Whispering mischievously in her ear, she lets out a small “eep”.

The sky-blue string comes undone, revealing her slender, white back.

“Hey, wait, wait, Boyan… we’re in the pool… here…”

“Yeah, so stay still. If you move, people will notice.”

I plant a kiss on Aya’s back, now huddled with embarrassment.

“Ah…”

I kiss her again around her right shoulder. Her shivering response is endearing.

I’d like to kiss her more intensely and relish her reactions, but leaving marks would probably be a bad idea.

“Boyan, ah, stop… someone might see.”

“They can’t see – you’re hidden by the float. And keep your voice down a bit.”

Pressing my body tightly against Aya’s back, I feel the firmness of my erection pushing against her waistband, stiffening even more.

“Ah, ngh…”

Will it seem like we’re just another couple fooling around to those around us? Despite the few people scattered around the flowing pool, strangely, I don’t feel any gazes on us.

I remember holding Aya in the park.

Is this also the work of some divine instinct? Perhaps even the unraveling of Aya’s bikini strings is part of some mystical prank.

If that’s the case, then violating her here would be a plus for our future together.

However…

“Aya, if you really don’t want this… just tell me… I’ll stop.”

Whispering softly in her ear, she shrinks closer. Seizing the moment she’s focused on her ear, I wrap my arm around her chest, slipping my palm inside her slightly loose arms.

Squishing my hands around her breasts, I feel their substantial softness.

“Yah, nngh…”

—Embarrassing.

—Stupid.

—Stupid Boyan.

—Thinking like this, asking these questions, is unfair.

Aya’s emotions flow into me through her heated body. It’s a blend of embarrassment and desire.

“You’re such a idiot…”

“Keep it down. Don’t let anyone hear.”

I reprimand her gently while kneading her soft breasts.

“Ngh… ah…”

Already, I’m barely holding back the urge to groan.

—The sounds of pleasure.

—I’m such a idiot.

—Such a stupid Boyan.

My hands manipulate Aya’s breasts as she resists, voicing her objections.

“Unn… don’t focus… only there…”

Next, my left hand works her nipple, while my right hand slides down toward her lower abdomen.

“Wait…”

The moment Aya mumbles softly, my right hand slips into her swimsuit below.

I gently part her thighs and slide my middle finger into her warm, slippery crevice. Her inner folds are soaked with slippery arousal.

“Ah, nnngghh…!”

Stirring inside her with my finger, Aya lets out muffled moans, her hand covering her mouth to stifle them.

My fingers probe deeper into Aya’s secret place. The heat and wetness envelop my chilled fingers, creating a pleasurable sensation.

“Stop, ah… sto… nngh… ah… haa… nn…”

Persistently pleasuring her nipples and entrance, Aya’s moans gradually transform into sweet sighs. Her arms lose their strength – she can only press her palm to her mouth, trying to suppress her loud moans.

“Your moans of pleasure, Aya… so adorable.”

I whisper into her ear, melting against her with my breath.

“Ahnn… ah, no… people can hear… me…”

“Your swimsuit looks so alluring and sexy.”

“That’s not… truuuh… aah, no… stop…”

—Don’t say it.

—Embarrassing.

—Embarrassing, but…

—Boyan’s fingers, all this time…

—Every touch is so arousing.

—Boyan’s so hard.

—The heat against my back, his rigidness pressing into my waist.

—Every touch is so pleasurable.

—I’m going crazy.

Through her trembling back, Aya’s sensations flow into me.

“Ah… ggh…”

Shivers rush through my entire body, a tingling pleasure.

The fact that I’m the one causing this intoxicating sensation for her is truly exhilarating.

“Aya, you can let go and come.”

Removing my finger from her vagina, I tug at the strings of her bikini bottom. Perhaps due to our intense swimming or maybe thanks to some divine intervention, the knots that should have been tightly tied come undone easily.

“What? No way…”

As one side of the string loosens, the fabric of her bikini bottom boldly peels back. Aya, who finally bared her lower half to the pool, lets out a voice on the brink of tears.

Placing my right hand back on her exposed intimacy, her hand weakly rests on top of mine. It’s an unconscious movement, likely an attempt to alleviate the incoming rush of pleasure. Proof that she’s close to climax.

I insert my middle finger into Aya’s tight, warm vagina.

“Ah… ah… ugh… no… nooo…”

The tip of my curved finger stimulates the slightly rough vaginal walls, the most sensitive spot within her.

“Ah… kuuh… ah… ah…!”

She lets out a high-pitched, sweet cry as her hips draw back.

I slightly crouch and embed my throbbing member, which seems ready to burst through my swim trunks, between Aya’s buttocks. Her soft, yet firm peach-like cheeks press against my erect shaft, causing a delightful pressure.

Pushing and prodding with my cock, pressing into her vagina’s sensitive zones and playing with her nipples, Aya’s body trembles.

“Nh-ck, fu, uu… nnnnnnngh――――hhaaa…”

Her body tenses and twitches violently, her hips lose strength as her climax takes over. Aya’s intense orgasm is evident.

“Haah… haah… aah… ngh… haah… haah…”

Aya collapses onto a pool float, trembling from her orgasmic release.

“Coming, Aya… you look so cute when you come. Show me more.”

“Huh… ah…”

With her orgasm still pulsating inside her, I move my finger again within her, rhythmically stimulating her sensitive zones.

“Haah, aahh… ya, aah… I’m coming, more… ah, nnnngh… yessssssss――――hhaaa…”

Squeezing her nipple tightly, Aya experiences another intense climax.

Trapped within the confines of the pool float, I explore every nook and cranny of Aya’s fully naked body, eliciting multiple orgasms.

Before I realize it, Aya clings to the float, her shoulders rising and falling.

I feel like I’ve been relentlessly bringing her to climax without any care for bystanders. I’ve lost track of how many times she’s climaxed along the way.

At that moment, an announcement echoes:

“――The Big Wave Time is about to start in the beach area. Please enjoy the tropical waves as if you were in the southern seas. Also――”

I thought the big wave time had ended just now.

This event is supposed to happen once every hour, so I must have kept Aya climaxing for about that long.

“Aya, are you okay? Sorry, I got too carried away.”

As I say that, she slowly turns around while still holding onto the float.

“Haah… haah… you’re such a idiot, Boyan.”

The aftermath of her climax seems to linger, as Aya trembles slightly and lets out sweet, strained breaths.

Her eyes are teary, her cheeks flushed.

Her hair, which was swept up earlier, now clings to her forehead and cheeks.

I gulp down a mouthful of saliva.

Aya, radiating allure from head to toe, ignites a shiver of excitement throughout my body.

My groin is so painfully erect that it feels like it’s about to burst.

“Wave…”

Aya mutters something.

“Huh?”

“Let’s go to the big wave… Boyan.”

Her tone is pleading.

“The strings of your bikini are loose.”

Aya turns her entire body and dives into my chest. Her arms, devoid of strength, rest against my chest as if calming an excited male dog.

“Let’s go to the big wave, okay?”

“Sorry, it might be too much.”

I hold Aya, who is now naked, close to my arms.

“Nh…”

“I think I can only calm down if I hold Aya.”

――Squelch it.

“No, it’s not a good idea here…”

“It’s fine, come this way.”

While restraining Aya, I kick the bottom of the pool.

Our bodies gently float along with the pool float, moving backward.

“W-Wait… where are we going?”

“To a place where there’s no one.”

――Squelch it.

――Squelch it.

The voice of intuition has been echoing in my mind since earlier. This is one of the strongest urges I’ve had in a while.

I understand.

Is it saying to replace trauma with pleasure?

Even without intuition telling me, that’s what I intend to do.

With the pool float, we flow deeper into the pool’s maze-like area.