Steve laughed out loud as the tattooed kid by the pool slid into the water and moved toward them. "Come on in, dude," he called out. "Plenty of room in here." The guy was obviously a gatecrasher, but at least he was willing to pay his toll in warm beer. Steve had crashed quite a few parties himself during his days in college, before he'd become all employed and responsible - never one quite like this, though, sadly.<br/><br/>He tugged off his soaking boxers, eyes locked with the blonde's, squeezed the water out of them then tossed them over by where Kellis had thoughtfully placed the rest of his outfit. As the two women drifted together, he walked through the nearly transparent water, his cock hard as stone and elevated to near the surface, until he was face to face with her.<br/><br/>Kellis was standing behind the woman, he winked at her briefly, and rested his two broad, damp hands on the blonde's bare shoulders. "Let me help you with that," he murmured, fingers sliding the shoulder straps of her bra down, liberating her gorgeous, heavy breasts just above the water, then leaning further forward and kissing her, suddenly, hard and full right on the mouth.