Pool House Confessions

The penthouse elevator opened directly into the living room, and the four of them stumbled out still half-dressed and smelling like chlorine and sex. Riley kicked off her heels and dropped the Halloween bag on the console table. Bills spilled across the marble. Maya went straight to the kitchen and pulled four bottles of water from the fridge, handing them out without ceremony.

Aubrey dropped onto the white sectional and stretched her long legs across the cushions, her latex dress pooled on the floor beside her. Topanga stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the French maid costume still draped over her shoulders, looking out at the city lights with an expression Riley couldn't quite read.

"I can't believe I did that," Topanga said. She took a long drink of water. "I can't believe I did all of that." "You were amazing," Maya said, sitting on the arm of the couch near Aubrey's feet. "I was naked in a stranger's pool house." "You were naked in a stranger's pool house and you came on Aubrey's thigh," Maya corrected. "There's a distinction."

Topanga turned from the window. Her hair was messed up, her lipstick was gone, and the maid costume had slipped off one shoulder. She looked like someone who had been thoroughly fucked and was trying to remember how to be a person. Riley recognized the look. She'd worn it herself more than once.

"Does Cory know you're here?" Riley asked. "I told him I was going to a Halloween party with you three. He didn't ask for details." Topanga paused. "He's with Auggie and Ava. They're doing the kid route through our old neighborhood. He won't be home until midnight." "It's nine forty-five," Aubrey said, checking her phone.

"So we have two hours," Maya said. Nobody said anything for a moment. The city hummed outside the glass. Riley looked at Maya, who looked at Aubrey, who looked at Topanga. Topanga took another sip of water and set the bottle on the windowsill. "I didn't want to stop," Topanga said. Her voice was quieter now. "In the pool house. When it was happening. I didn't want it to stop."

"Then it doesn't have to," Aubrey said. Topanga let the maid costume fall off her other shoulder. It pooled on the floor. She was standing in nothing but her fishnet stockings and heels, her 36C breasts bare, her skin still flushed from the earlier encounter. She looked at Riley. "Is this okay?"

Riley crossed the room and took Topanga's face in both hands. She kissed her slowly, feeling the warmth of Topanga's mouth, tasting the water and something underneath that was purely Topanga. When she pulled back, Topanga's eyes were closed. "It's okay," Riley said.

Maya was already moving. She pulled her blouse off—it had been tied around her waist—and unzipped her schoolgirl skirt. She stood in just her heels and stockings, her blond hair messy, her nipples still hard from the night air. She walked to the bedroom and came back carrying a black suitcase that Riley recognized immediately. It was their Toby.

"What's in there?" Topanga asked. "Options," Maya said. She set the suitcase on the coffee table and unzipped it. Inside were several items Riley had seen before—the silk restraints, the blindfold, the vibrating wand—but also a few new things Maya must have added recently. A bottle of massage oil. A leather strap. A curved glass toy that caught the city light and refracted it across the ceiling.

"Where did you get that?" Riley asked. "Farkle's lab," Maya said without elaboration. Aubrey sat up on the couch. "All of it?" "Farkle has interesting hobbies." Topanga picked up the glass toy and turned it in her hands. It was smooth and clear, with a slight curve and a flared base. "I've never used one of these."

"There's a first for everything," Aubrey said. She stood and walked to Topanga, taking the toy from her hands and setting it back in the bag. "But first things first." She guided Topanga to the couch and pushed her down gently. "You said you didn't want to stop. So let's not stop. But let's do it right." Aubrey knelt in front of Topanga and spread her knees apart. Topanga's thighs were thick and soft, and the fishnets dug into her skin slightly. Aubrey ran her hands up the inside of Topanga's thighs, slow and deliberate, her thumbs tracing the crease where thigh met hip.

Topanga's breath hitched. "You have great hands," Topanga said. "I know." Aubrey leaned forward and pressed her mouth to the inside of Topanga's thigh, just above the stocking line. She kissed and bit gently, working her way up. Topanga's hand found Aubrey's hair and gripped it.

Riley watched from the kitchen counter, her corset still unzipped and hanging open. Maya came up behind her and slid her arms around Riley's waist. Maya's breasts pressed against Riley's bare back, and Maya's mouth found the curve of Riley's neck. "She's so into it," Maya whispered against Riley's skin. "Your mother is so into it." "Shut up," Riley said, but she was smiling, and her body was already responding to Maya's touch. Maya's hand slid down Riley's stomach and between her legs.

Riley was still wet from the pool house, and Maya's fingers slipped through the slickness easily.
"You're still wet," Maya said. "From earlier." "I've been wet for two hours." "Let's make it three."
Maya turned Riley around and lifted her onto the counter. Riley's bare ass hit the cold marble and she gasped. Maya stepped between her legs and kissed her hard, one hand gripping Riley's breast, the other sliding two fingers inside her. Riley moaned into Maya's mouth and wrapped her legs around Maya's waist.

On the couch, Aubrey had Topanga squirming. She was using her mouth now, her tongue working in slow circles over Topanga's clit while two fingers pumped in and out of her. Topanga's hips were moving in small, rhythmic thrusts, and her hands were gripping the leather cushions so hard her knuckles were white. "God, Aubrey—right there—" Aubrey curled her fingers upward and sucked Topanga's clit into her mouth. Topanga's back arched and she let out a sound that was half moan, half sob. Aubrey didn't let up. She added a third finger, stretching Topanga open, and Topanga's moan got louder.

Riley was watching them over Maya's shoulder while Maya fucked her on the counter. The contrast was something else—Maya's quick, rhythmic thrusts inside her versus Aubrey's slow, deliberate work on Topanga. Riley could feel her orgasm building, a tight coil low in her belly. "Maya, I'm close."
"Already?" Maya sped up, her thumb pressing against Riley's clit. "You were close in the pool house and you still came in thirty seconds." "Shut up and fuck me harder."

Maya fucked her harder. The counter was shaking. A bottle of water fell off and hit the floor. Riley grabbed Maya's shoulders and came with a sharp cry, her pussy clenching around Maya's fingers, her whole body tightening and then releasing in a rush that left her shaking. Maya held her for a moment, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her mouth. Then she pulled her fingers out and licked them clean, looking Riley in the eye the whole time. "You taste like chlorine and candy," Maya said. "That's the worst combination anyone's ever described." "You love it."

On the couch, Topanga was close. Her thighs were trembling and her breathing was ragged. Aubrey pulled back and replaced her mouth with the glass toy. She pressed the curved tip against Topanga's opening and pushed it in slowly, rotating it as she went. The smooth glass filled Topanga, and the curve pressed against her G-spot. "Oh fuck—" Topanga grabbed her own breasts and squeezed, pinching her nipples hard. "Aubrey, that's—" Aubrey started thrusting the toy in and out, slow at first, then faster. She leaned down and licked Topanga's clit at the same time, and Topanga's hips bucked off the couch. "Come for me," Aubrey said against her. "Come on, Topanga."

Topanga came with a full-body shudder. Her pussy clenched around the glass toy and she squirted, just slightly, a thin stream that hit Aubrey's chin. Aubrey didn't flinch. She kept the toy moving, slower now, drawing the orgasm out until Topanga pushed her hand away. "Stop, stop, I can't—"
Aubrey pulled the toy out and set it on the coffee table. Topanga lay back on the couch, breathing hard, her skin shining with sweat. Her fishnet stockings were torn at the thigh now, and her hair was spread across the leather like a halo. "That was—" Topanga started. "Incredible," Aubrey finished. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand and grinned.

Riley slid off the counter and walked to the couch on unsteady legs. She sat down next to Topanga and put her hand on Topanga's knee. Topanga turned to look at her. Their faces were close. "Are you okay?" Riley asked. "I'm better than okay." Topanga put her hand over Riley's. "I'm fifty-one years old and I just came on a glass toy in my daughter's penthouse while my husband takes our son and his girlfriend trick-or-treating." "That's a sentence," Maya said from the kitchen. "It's a good one," Topanga said. She sat up, still holding Riley's hand. "What else is in that suitcase?"

Maya brought Toby over and dumped it on the couch between them. The silk restraints, the blindfold, the wand, the oil, the leather strap, the glass toy. Topanga picked up the restraints and ran the silk through her fingers. "Who gets tied up?" Topanga asked. Everyone looked at everyone else. Aubrey raised her hand.

"I'll go," she said. "I lost the most the clothes tonight. Seems fair." "Losing isn't the word for what you did," Maya said. "You stripped naked on a public sidewalk before any of us even unzipped." "And it worked." Aubrey lay back on the couch and stretched her arms above her head. "Tie me up."

Maya and Riley worked together. Maya secured Aubrey's wrists to the arm of the couch with the silk restraints, pulling them tight enough that Aubrey couldn't move her hands but not tight enough to hurt. Riley tied Aubrey's ankles to the other end, spreading her legs wide. Aubrey tested the restraints, pulling against them. The silk held. "How's that?" Riley asked. "Perfect." Aubrey's green eyes were dark with want. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Everything," Maya said. Topanga watched from the other end of the couch, still naked, still flushed. She picked up the massage oil and poured some into her hands, warming it between her palms. Then she started at Aubrey's shoulders, working the oil into her skin with firm, deliberate strokes. Aubrey closed her eyes. Her body relaxed under Topanga's hands. "Your hands really are great," Aubrey murmured.

"Twenty years of stress will teach you to give a good massage," Topanga said. She worked down Aubrey's arms, her ribs, her stomach. When she reached Aubrey's breasts, she used both hands, kneading them slowly, thumbs circling the nipples. Aubrey's breath caught. Maya picked up the wand. It was a small wireless model, sleek and black, with a silicone head. She turned it on to the lowest setting and touched it to Aubrey's inner thigh. Aubrey's legs tensed against the restraints.

"That's cold," Aubrey said. "You'll warm up." Maya traced the wand up Aubrey's thigh, getting closer but not touching where Aubrey wanted it. She switched to the other thigh and did the same thing. Aubrey was pulling at the restraints now, her hips lifting off the couch. "Maya, please—" "Please what?" "Touch me."

Maya pressed the wand directly against Aubrey's clit. The vibration hummed through the silicone, and Aubrey's whole body jerked. She let out a sharp, guttural moan that filled the penthouse. Maya held the wand steady, not moving it, just letting it work. Riley straddled Aubrey's chest, facing Maya. She leaned down and kissed Aubrey's mouth, swallowing her moans. Aubrey's tongue pushed into Riley's mouth desperately, and Riley could feel the vibrations through Aubrey's chest. She broke the kiss and moved up, positioning herself above Aubrey's face.

"You know what to do," Riley said. Aubrey's tongue found Riley's pussy immediately. She licked in long, slow strokes despite the wand driving her crazy below. Riley steadied herself against the couch back and rocked her hips, grinding against Aubrey's mouth. The angle was perfect—Aubrey's tongue hit her clit on every pass.

Topanga had moved down to Aubrey's hips. She was massaging the oil into Aubrey's hip bones, her thumbs pressing into the hollows, when Maya eased the wand lower and pushed two fingers inside Aubrey at the same time. Aubrey cried out against Riley's pussy, and the vibration of her voice sent a jolt through Riley's clit.

"She's so wet," Maya said. "The oil is mixing with everything." "Keep going," Riley managed. She was close again, the pressure building faster this time. Aubrey's tongue was relentless, even as her body shook from the wand and Maya's fingers. Maya increased the wand to its highest setting. Aubrey screamed against Riley, the sound muffled, and her hips bucked so hard the couch moved. Maya kept her fingers inside, curling them, feeling Aubrey's walls clench and release.

"Come, Aubrey," Maya said. "Come for us." Aubrey came hard. Her whole body seized against the restraints, her back arching, her mouth pressing hard against Riley. Riley felt Aubrey's jaw go tight, and then Aubrey's tongue went still. The orgasm rolled through Aubrey in waves, her pussy clenching around Maya's fingers, her thighs shaking, a rush of wetness flooding Maya's hand.

Riley came a second later. She ground down on Aubrey's face and felt the orgasm crash through her, sharper than the first one, almost painful in its intensity. She grabbed the couch back with both hands and held on, her body shaking, her breath coming in short gasps.

Maya pulled the wand away and slid her fingers out. Aubrey lay still, her eyes closed, her chest heaving. Riley climbed off carefully and sat on the floor next to the couch, her legs trembling.
Topanga untied the restraints. She rubbed Aubrey's wrists gently, then her ankles, making sure the circulation was fine. Aubrey opened her eyes and looked up at the ceiling.

"I think I saw God," Aubrey said. "God was busy," Maya said. "That was just us." Aubrey laughed. It was a weak, breathless laugh, but it was real. She sat up slowly, rubbing her own wrists. "Who's next?"
Nobody moved for a moment. Then Maya stood up, walked to the bedroom, and came back with a strap-on harness and a thick, realistic dildo already attached. It was black, about seven inches, with a slight curve. "Me," Maya said. "But I'm doing the fucking."

She stepped into the harness and adjusted it around her hips. The dildo jutted out from her small frame, absurd and hot at the same time. She stroked it with one hand, looking at the three of them on the couch. "Who's first?" "Mom," Riley said immediately. Topanga looked at her. "You're volunteering me?" "You said you didn't want to stop." Riley stood up and took Topanga's hand, pulling her to her feet. "So don't stop."

Riley guided Topanga to the other end of the couch and bent her over the armrest. Topanga's bare ass was in the air, her fishnet stockings torn, her pussy still swollen from the glass toy. Riley spread Topanga's cheeks apart and looked at Maya. "Go slow," Riley said.

Maya positioned herself behind Topanga and pressed the tip of the dildo against her opening. She pushed in an inch, and Topanga gasped. Maya waited. Then she pushed in another inch. Topanga's fingers dug into the leather cushion. "More," Topanga said. Maya pushed in the rest of the way in one smooth stroke. Topanga moaned, low and deep, and her back arched. Maya held still, letting Topanga adjust to the fullness.

"Fuck," Topanga said. "That's big." "You can take it," Aubrey said from the other end of the couch. She was watching with her green eyes sharp, one hand between her own legs, touching herself slowly. Maya started to thrust. Slow at first, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing back in. Topanga's pussy was soaked, and the dildo slid in and out with a wet sound that filled the room. Maya gripped Topanga's hips and picked up the pace.

Riley stood beside them, watching Maya fuck Topanga from behind. Maya's small body drove the dildo into Topanga with surprising force, her hips snapping forward on each thrust. Topanga was pushing back to meet her, their bodies colliding with a slap that echoed off the penthouse windows.
"Harder," Topanga said. "Maya, harder." Maya fucked her harder. The couch was shaking. The water bottles on the counter rattled. Topanga was moaning continuously now, a low, animal sound that Riley had never heard from her before.

Aubrey moved behind Maya and pressed herself against Maya's back. She reached around and found Maya's clit, rubbing it in fast circles while Maya kept thrusting. Maya's rhythm stuttered. "Don't stop," Riley said. "Keep fucking her." Maya kept fucking. Aubrey's fingers worked Maya's clit, and Maya was thrusting and grinding at the same time, caught between the sensation of the harness rubbing against her and Aubrey's expert fingers. The three of them moved together in a chain—Aubrey fingering Maya, Maya fucking Topanga, Topanga gripping the couch and taking every stroke.

Riley couldn't just watch anymore. She climbed onto the couch in front of Topanga and spread her legs. Topanga looked up at her, face flushed, eyes glazed, and Riley pulled her head down between her legs. Topanga's tongue found Riley's clit immediately, and she licked with the same desperation she'd shown in the pool house. The penthouse was filled with the sounds of sex—wet thrusting, moaning, the slap of skin, the hum of the city outside. Riley held her Mom's head and ground against her mouth. Maya slammed the dildo into Topanga with everything she had.

Aubrey's fingers were a blur on Maya's clit. Maya came first. The orgasm hit her mid-thrust, and she drove the dildo deep into Topanga and held it there while her body shook. Aubrey held her up, fingers still working, drawing it out until Maya's legs buckled. Topanga came next. She screamed against Riley's pussy, her whole body convulsing around the dildo, her fingers tearing at the leather. She squirted again, harder this time, soaking Maya's thighs and the harness.

Riley came last, riding her Mom's face through the orgasm, her vision going white at the edges. She fell back against the couch cushions, breathing hard, her body twitching with aftershocks. Maya pulled the dildo out of Topanga slowly. Topanga whimpered at the emptiness and collapsed forward onto the couch, her face resting against Riley's thigh. Maya unbuckled the harness and let it fall to the floor. Aubrey wiped her hand on her own thigh and sat down on the floor with her back against the couch.

Nobody spoke for a full minute. The clock on the wall said ten fifteen. The city lights sparkled outside like nothing had happened. "I need a shower," Topanga said finally, her voice muffled against Riley's leg. "There's a rain shower in the master bath," Riley said. "It fits four people." "Of course it does," Topanga said.

They helped each other up. Riley's legs were still unsteady. Maya had rug burn on both knees. Aubrey's wrists were pink from the restraints. Topanga's fishnet stockings were completely destroyed, hanging off her in shreds. The master bathroom was enormous, all white marble and glass. Riley turned on the rain shower and steam filled the room immediately.

They stepped in together, four bodies under the wide rectangular showerhead, and the hot water hit all of them at once. Maya soaped Riley's back, working the suds down to her ass and between her thighs. Aubrey washed Topanga's hair, her long fingers massaging Topanga's scalp while Topanga leaned back against her. Riley turned around and kissed Maya under the water, tasting soap and skin.

"This has been the best Halloween," Topanga said, her eyes closed, water running down her face. "Every Halloween should be like this," Aubrey said. They all agreed and voted to do it next year.