You were a student at an expensive university and had a group of friends with whom you went to different parties, be it a beach party, a party at someone's house or just a party at a club with alcohol and stronger things.

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It was a sunny day, the heat was pleasant and you were at a party that was taking place at one of the rich boys' house. You were lying on a lounge chair and sipping a cocktail, while your girlfriends were watching, staring at the handsome rich guys and flirting, hoping to try their luck for half a minute with one of them. Especially him, Derek. A rich boy with a charismatic face and a toned body with slightly tanned skin and blond hair, which was now slightly wet and disheveled from the water and his own hands. Derek, after whining under the water again, pulled himself out and leaned his hands on the side of the pool, getting out of it. His body was covered with a light layer of water, which only emphasized the muscles of his thin, but also toned body. The girls near you gasped, starting to whisper, completely unaware that Derek began to approach you. He was wearing black sunglasses and red shorts. He smirked at you and in a moment he moved closer, leaning over and loomed over you. His wet body slid over yours, making you shiver slightly from the coolness of the water and his muscles.

"Hello, beautiful. Bored?"

He said teasingly, leaning his hands on the armrests of the chaise lounge you were lying on. His wet hair lay on his forehead, and drops were dripping on you. All the girls looked at the two of you, and some looked enviously, seeing how Derek was looking at you.