The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, spilling warm light across the room. The pool out back shimmered, catching the rays and tossing them back in little flashes.

Nate leaned against the patio table, one hand wrapped around a chipped coffee mug, the other scratching at the scruff on his jaw. He had a lopsided grin plastered on his face, the kind that said he was up to no good.

April Fools’ Day was his turf, always had been, and this year, he was starting it with a bang. For weeks, he’d been ribbing Nora about their annual prank war, and after she’d rolled her eyes at his last one, calling it “lame” during their spat last night, he’d decided to kick things off with something she’d never see coming.

A dissolving swimsuit. She’d lose her shit, no question, but that look on her face? Worth every second.

He took a sip of coffee, the bitterness grounding him as he glanced out the window. Nora was probably just rolling out of bed.

His grin widened. She’d been his girlfriend for the last four years, but every time he saw her, it still felt like he’d been knocked over.

Long blond hair that fell in messy waves, green eyes that could cut through you or light you up, and a body that made his brain short-circuit. Curvy hips, a tiny waist and flat stomach, and those big, perfect double-D tits that bounced just right.

Today, she’d be strutting out in the pink bikini he’d given her, set to melt when she hit the water.

The door flew open, and there she was. Nora stepped into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes, her hair a wild tangle over her shoulders.

She wore a sheer cover-up over the bikini, the pink fabric peeking through, hugging her curves like it was painted on. Nate’s breath caught, his eyes drinking her in, those tits straining the top, nipples, faintly pressing against the fabric, her hips swaying as she stretched her arms up.

The cover-up lifted, flashing a strip of tanned stomach.

“Morning, babe,” she said, her voice rough from sleep, sexy as hell. She yawned, smirking at him.

“You’re up early. What’s with that goofy grin? You look like you’re planning something.”

“Me?” Nate shrugged, keeping his tone light, though his face fought to play it cool. He flashed her that devilish smile he knew she liked.

“Just enjoying the view. That suit looks damn good on you.”

She raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing as she adjusted the top, giving him a quick peek of underboob. “Yeah, it’s me alright. You did good,” she said, sauntering closer.

Her hips rolled with every step, and she paused. “Guess I’ll test it out. I hear the pool calling my name.”

“Nora, come to me,” he said in his best pool voice.

She rolled her eyes and stepped out the back door. Nate followed behind. He sipped his coffee, acting casual.

Inside, he was buzzing, his whole body tense with anticipation. The trap was set.

Any second now, she’d hit the water, and the suit would vanish. He adjusted himself discreetly, his dick stiffening in anticipation as she peeled off the cover-up and tossed it onto a chair.

Her ass jiggled in those tiny bottoms, tanned skin glowing in the sun.

Nora dipped a toe in the pool, testing it, then glanced back at him, her green eyes playful. “You joining, or you just gonna stare at my ass all day?”

“I’m all about the view, babe,” he said, leaning back with a cocky tilt of his head. “Gotta finish my coffee anyway.”

“Suit yourself, lazy.” She winked, then dove in, cutting through the water smooth and graceful.

Nate held his breath, counting down. The suit was supposed to dissolve fast.

His grin stretched wider, his pulse hammering as he waited for her to pop up.

The backyard gate slammed open. Dean and Finn strolled in, laughing loudly and obnoxiously about some joke from a podcast.

“Yo, Nate!” Dean bellowed, loud enough to rattle the windows. “Pool party already? You didn’t even text us, man!”

“What the hell?” Nate muttered, his grin fading as he straightened up. “You guys aren’t supposed to...”

“Holy shit!” Finn cut him off, his voice cracking as he stopped dead, eyes bugging out.

Dean froze beside him, jaw dropping. Nate spun around, and there it was.

Nora surfaced, water pouring off her naked body. The bikini was gone, melted away, leaving her bare.

Her big tits bounced as she shook out her wet hair, droplets clinging to her skin. Her nipples were hard and pink from the cold. She hadn’t noticed yet, running her hands through her hair, totally unaware she was stark naked in front of them all.

“Nate!” Nora’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and pissed, as she finally felt the chill on her skin. Her arms snapped up, crossing over her chest, though she could barely cover those giant tits.

Her eyes locked on him, blazing. “What the fuck, you asshole?”

“Heh, uhm...” Nate stammered, his cocky smirk crumbling. His heart pounded.

“April Fools!” His voice turned to a nervous squeak. “Got you...”

“You dick!” she snapped, her voice dripping with venom, her face flushing red as she splashed the water, pissed off and flustered.

But then her eyes flicked to Dean and Finn, still staring like they’d won the damn lottery. She straightened up, dropping her arms with a huff, letting her tits hang free, water dripping down her curves.

“A dissolving bikini? Real nice, I’m buck-ass naked in front of your friends. Happy now?”

“Uh...” Nate’s mouth went dry, his eyes darting between her and the guys.

Dean’s lips curled into a slow, wolfish grin, and Finn shifted uncomfortably, his board shorts bulging with a hard-on he couldn’t hide.

“Dude, that’s kinda fucked up,” Dean said, his tone teasing but stern. “Listen, Nora, I don’t want you to feel self-conscious. Here you are, a gorgeous woman, stark naked in front of three fully clothed men, because of this idiot. That’s not cool.”

Dean dropped his shorts and pulled off his shirt. He stood there, massive erection on full display, and added, “I, for one, am willing to join you, so you don’t have to be so embarrassed. How’s that?”

“Me too,” Finn chimed in, scratching the back of his neck, his voice shaky but trying to sound confident. “We’ll show some solidarity.”

He grinned like an idiot while his eyes stayed glued to her tits.

Nate’s face turned red. “Put your fucking clothes back on!” anger burned in Nate’s chest.

Nora looked Dean and Finn over, giving them a sweet smile. “You guys are sweet. I’m already feeling better.”

She waded to the shallow end, water lapping at her hips, her neatly trimmed pussy just teasing the surface as she stood there, naked and bold. Nate’s pulse hammered, his breath short.

“Guys, knock it off,” he started, but Dean laughed, loud and rough, cannonballing into the pool with a huge splash that soaked Nora’s hair.

She yelped, then giggled, the sound light and flirty, and Nate’s stomach knotted tighter. Finn hesitated, then jumped in too, less smooth, his dick bobbing as he hit the water.

“Chill, bro,” Dean called, surfacing near Nora, his dark eyes gleaming. “This was all you. We’re just playing along.”

He splashed her, playful, and she splashed back, her tits jiggling with every move, water running down her cleavage. Finn swam closer, his goofy grin fading into something sharper, hungrier, as he watched her curves ripple in the water.

“Yeah, Nate,” Nora said, her voice thick with mockery as she floated onto her back, letting her body break the surface, tits up, thighs slightly parted. “You wanted me naked. Here I am.”

Her ass brushed Dean’s cock as she drifted, and he didn’t pull away, his grin stretching wider.

“Come on, babe, tell them to back off,” he said, his tone slipping into a plea, desperation creeping in. He edged closer to the pool, sweat beading on his forehead despite the morning air.

Nora turned, treading water, her green eyes narrowing. “Back off? You did this, genius.”

“Guys, stop!” he barked, his voice hoarse, but his feet wouldn’t budge. He was glued there, watching Nora twist in the water, her tits brushing against Finn’s long cock before she swam off.

Finn laughed nervously as he splashed her playfully.

“Stop?” Nora shot back, taunting, drifting toward Finn, her moves slow and calculated. “You don’t get to call the shots now, babe.”

Her tits rubbed against Finn’s chest as she steadied herself, and he froze, eyes wide. She giggled, but she didn’t pull away, letting her nipples graze him a second longer.

She turned to him, her smirk cooling into something hard. “You wanted a prank war, Nate. Guess what? You got one!”

She dove under, her ass flashing above the water like a middle finger, and when she came up, she was between Dean and Finn, laughing as they splashed her again.

Nate’s hands shook as he set his coffee down, the mug rattling on the table. He couldn’t look away, Nora’s body glistening, her curves teasing his friends, their naked cocks out like it was nothing.

His dick felt like steel now, pressing painfully against his shorts, but every laugh, every touch between them stabbed at him.

“Babe, seriously,” he tried again, stepping closer to the pool’s edge, his voice rough. “This isn’t funny anymore.”

Nora floated upright, water streaming down her face, her green eyes locking on his. “Oh, it’s funny as hell,” she said, her tone cold and victorious.

“You wanted me to squirm? Look who’s squirming now.”

“Fuck this,” Nate muttered, but he couldn’t leave. His feet wouldn’t move, eyes fixed on the scene.

His prank had blown up in his face, and as his cock throbbed and his heart sank, he knew this war was just starting. And he was already on the ropes.

Nora climbed out eventually, dripping wet, grabbing her cover-up with a taunting grin before heading inside. Dean and Finn didn’t take their eyes off her body as she sauntered back inside, both still painfully stiff.

She never let shit go, and after this, Nate knew she’d be plotting something big. He muttered a curse, dumped his mug in the sink, and braced himself.

By late morning, the pool was still rippling from the morning’s chaos. Nora strode out of the bedroom, her blond hair catching the sun. She’d been in there for a while, steaming over Nate’s dissolving swimsuit prank. Her double-D tits strained the fabric of her tank top. She swayed her hips in her short denim skirt and snatched her keys from the counter.

Out on the deck, Nate paced, tense with jealousy and a lingering hard-on. Dean and Finn had pulled their clothes back on after the pool fiasco. They sat out by the pool while downing some beers and laughing about the whole thing. He ran a hand through his hair, voice low and tight. “She’s up to something. I know her.”

Nora stepped out the back door, her voice calm after having some time to cool down. “Hey, Nate, I’m heading to the mall. You’re coming with me.” Her tank top hugged every curve, her skirt barely covered her thighs, and her bare legs gleamed in the sun.

He stopped pacing, turning to her. “What, now? You’re not still pissed about earlier?” he said cautiously.

She let out a short, dry laugh, crossing her arms under her chest, pushing her tits up higher. “Pissed? I’m over it. But you still owe me after that stunt, so I’m dragging you along.” Her green eyes cut right through him. That face and that body never failed to hook him, mad or not.

He shrugged, glancing over at Dean and Finn. “Looks like I’m gettin’ off easy.”

He turned back to Nora. “Let’s go. Maybe I’ll get you a real suit to make it up to you.”

He looked back at Dean and Finn once more before they walked to the car. “You can hang out, but don’t trash the place.”

Dean lifted his beer, grinning wide. “No promises, man.”

She slid into the driver’s seat, her skirt riding up her thighs, flashing bare skin. Nate caught a glimpse of her pussy as he climbed in. “Going commando today?” he said with a hungry grin.

She turned the key, engine rumbling to life, and shot him a sidelong smirk. “Buckle up, cowboy.”

They completed the 15-minute trip in 10 minutes, rolling into the mall parking garage, mostly empty this time of day. Nora parked on the third level, far from the elevators, and shut off the car. She turned to him, her mischievous green eyes punctuated a sexy smile. “What do you say we do that thing you keep asking me about?”

Nate’s smirk froze and his pulse shifted into high gear. He glanced around. No one, just a handful of parked cars and shadows. “You mean a blowjob in a public place? Like now? Right here?” His cock was already stirring from that panty flash, and now it stiffened fast. “You’re not screwing with me?”

She smiled, slow and wicked, leaning closer, her tits pressing against the tank top, nipples sharp under the fabric. “I’ll admit, I’m a little hot and bothered after this morning. I think it’ll be fun.” She pushed her door open and stepped out, nodding at him to follow.

He grinned ear-to-ear and his brain stopped functioning. Otherwise he would have realized this was too good to be true. They looked around and found a spot behind some cars. Nate could barely contain himself as she popped her tits out and squatted down in front of him on the concrete. She spread her legs, her skirt up her hips and exposing her pussy. Pink, wet, lips parted slightly. She pulled her phone out, holding it up. “Let’s record this for posterity.” Nate’s dick throbbed harder than he thought possible.

Her tits swayed as she shook her chest for the camera and settled into her squat, nipples dark and stiff in the cool air. “Ready?”

“Fuck yes,” he rasped. She pulled his shorts off and shoved them in her purse. His cock sprang out. Rock-hard, the head slick with precum, twitching in the open garage. Nora licked her lips slow, phone steady in her left hand, framing him perfect, and leaned in, her breath brushing his shaft, warm and teasing.

She started with a long, wet lick, her tongue flattening against the underside of his cock, dragging up slow from the base to the tip, tasting the salty precum leaking out. Nate groaned low, his hips jerking a little, hands flexing at his sides. “Goddamn, babe.” She smirked up at him, her tongue swirling around the head, circling lazy, dipping into the slit to lap up more precum, her lips brushing soft as she played with it. Her tits jiggled with every movement, and she let out a throaty moan, finally wrapping her lips around his shaft, sucking gently at first.

“Shit, that’s it,” he muttered, his voice rough, eyes locked on her mouth as she worked him. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, her tongue pressing flat against the pulsing vein underneath. Spit dripped from the corners of her mouth, running down his shaft in slow, shiny trails, and she pulled back just enough to let it string from her lips to his cock. She looked up at him through the phone and murmured, “You like that, don’t you?”