[Rejected Version] Penny's Predicament - Part 2 (Patreon)

This is a little behind the scenes bonus for my Beta Tier readers.This series has been a commission so it is subject to the clients requests and suggestions. This was the first draft I sent them and they asked for it to go in a different direction so I rewrote it to be the version that has been previously published.

Enjoy this 'Rejected Version' of the story, but keep in mind it has no place in the cannon of the series as a whole.

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Saturday Morning

Penny was up just as the sun was rising. Ben was on his side of the bed, softly snoring, with the cutest look on his face that made Penny giggle as she sat up. He really was a sweet guy. And she really did love him. Last night’s brief fantasy was just that, a fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. She knew Ben probably had them, too. She’d seen his browser history and knew he watched porn, but that didn’t bother her. It never took away from their own escapades, so there wasn’t really any reason to worry.

Shaking off all the feelings and fantasies from last night, Penny quickly pulled on her neon pink sports bra and black running shorts. It was her routine to run in the mornings and even on vacation. She wasn’t going to give up the habit now.

She made her way down the hall to the kitchen, pulling her hair back into a ponytail as she went. She made a quick search of the cabinets, looking for a water bottle that she might be able to take with her. There was one in an overhead cabinet, but she couldn’t quite reach it, standing on her toes and stretching her arm out, but not even able to get the tips of her fingers on it.

“Need help?”

The gruff voice made Penny yelp and slip, barely saving herself from falling over as she grabbed the granite countertop and twisting around quickly to find Spencer standing on the other side of the kitchen island with a large mug of steaming coffee in hand. His face was rough with stubble, hair a mess, wearing a tight black shirt and boxers.

“Oh! Uh… yeah um, sorry maybe I should have asked before snooping…” Penny stammered, feeling embarrassed and also… oh dear god was she feeling aroused at just the sight of this man? Was she really that shallow?

Get it together Penny! Last night… Last night was an accident and besides, you just need to pretend like it didn’t happen. Don’t ruin this weekend for you and Ben!

“Snooping? What, trying to find the booze or maybe where I keep the hard drugs?” Spencer grinned, and it was pleasant, almost jovial. But the gleam in his eyes… The way he was assessing her as she stood against the counter. She was suddenly very aware that her sports bra wasn’t very well padded, and it was a bit old and tight on her chest, pushing her breasts up and together to puff over the neckline. The shorts were spandex and so tight… geez, why did she choose to wear a freaking thong! She didn’t dare look down to see if she had a camel toe or not. She had so much skin exposed… though Spencer had seen her in far less.

Don't think about that Penny!

Spencer sighed and put down his mug. “Don’t worry about ‘snooping’, what’s mine is yours.” He was approaching her, seemingly not giving her any way to move away as he came to stand in front of her, towering over her with his barrel of a chest. Reaching up over her, eyes still on her, looking down at her as if she was something small to be conquered, Spencer reached up and grabbed the water bottle and handed it to her. “Planning on a run?”

Penny nodded, cheeks flaming as she felt the man’s presence. He wasn’t pressing against her, but he was barely two inches from her and she could feel the heat of his body, and glancing down, she could see the outline of his flaccid cock pressing against the boxers, hovering close to her crotch. She tried to keep her breathing steady, but it was like she was a doe standing before a bear. No chance of escape.

“Well, best get going. It starts to get pretty hot early on. We don’t want you getting burned up or dehydrated.” He stepped back after one more lingering minute, smiling cockily.

Penny swallowed the lump in her throat. “Thanks.” She bit her lip, pushing off from the counter and stepping around Spencer and heading towards the front door.

“You know…” Spencer spoke up, making Penny freeze. “My son really likes you. I’m sure you can tell that.”

She turned to Spencer, biting the inside of her cheek, worried about what might come next.

“I just want what’s best for Ben. Ya know? He had it tough with the divorce. Did he tell you his mom cheated? Had this whole affair behind my back… was even planning a whole other family. Didn’t work out, of course. And when I found out… Well, I didn’t take it well. Probably shut Ben out a bit more than I should have, trying to get through it all.” He stepped back over to his coffee and picked it up, contemplating. “I don’t want Ben to have to experience what I did… first hand…” He moved his eyes up and they were dangerous, roving over Penny’s body and then meeting her eyes. “You understand?”

Everything inside Penny was burning and melting. Spencer’s gaze was like the white-hot sun. But she saw more than just the sexual knowledge and tension in that look. Spencer was worried that Penny was the same girl he’d met during spring break. A floozy. A girl who was giving it out anytime, anywhere. He wasn’t going to put up with Penny cheating on his son. Not like he’d been cheated on. And she really couldn’t blame him. What else did Spencer know about her other than what he’d experienced firsthand that week and what Ben had told him?

“I promise…” Penny straightened, no longer caring if her clothes were too tight and that she was half naked. “I love Ben.” She wasn’t sure what else to say. Protesting or trying to confront Spencer about what had happened two years ago was useless. All she could do now was speak the truth. She loved his son and there was no way she was going to cheat.

Spencer gave a nod and then his eyes moved down her body again, coming to rest between her legs where she was acutely aware that she had a camel toe now. “Nice seeing you again, by the way.” He smirked, took a sip of coffee, and then walked out of the kitchen, leaving Penny alone near the front door.

She stood for a moment, feeling like her legs were going to fail her, then turned and bolted out the door, sprinting through the quickly warming air, trying to burn off the feeling of arousal she felt in her belly.

ALL FINE ^

Saturday Afternoon

The day progressed slowly, leisurely. After Penny’s run she came back and took a quick shower, having to change panties, not because she’d sweat so much in the heat but because her brief encounter with Spencer that morning had left her drenched. To say she was conflicted was an understatement.

On the one hand, it was understandable considering the history she had with the man, but she was here with his son. With the man she honestly wanted to marry. How could she be thinking about Spencer like this? How could she let him get to her so easily?

Penny had never really thought through what she’d done on spring break. It had just been a fun time. Like most college coeds, spring break was about letting loose and just going wild, then heading back to campus to buckle down and study. And that’s just what Penny had done. Fucked her brains out and then went back to school and sat right back down in the library, going over her notes for the finals that would be coming up in the next couple months. Her adventures had been tucked away nicely, but now they’d blown open out of their box and Penny had no choice but to face the reality.

Did she like being used?

That was a question she’d never considered. Ben and Penny made love and yes sometimes they were a bit more playful and ‘rough’, but it was nothing like what Spencer had done to her.

So the question was… did she like one or the other? Or maybe both?

Obviously, she didn’t have to confine herself to one way of having sex. That was an old misogynistic myth. Something she’d actually been learning about in her Psych classes. Especially Gender Psychology. But it did feel a bit… wrong, to like the gentle love making with Ben, but suddenly desiring to be used like a little fuck doll by his dad. It felt like some sort of bad porn premiss. Now doubt she could probably have gotten online and found a hundred videos on just that sort of dynamic alone.

ALL FINE ^

It was those thoughts that occupied her mind and made the day both creep and speed by. She had a hearty breakfast with Ben and Spencer, the latter having made pancakes and beacon in almost too large a quantity. But Penny had stuffed herself then cuddled with Ben on the back porch in the early morning cool, enjoying the mild temperature before the noon sun began to burn. They ‘busied’ themselves with reading, watching videos on his phone and just sitting in the quiet. It was wonderful. And for the most part, her intrusive sexual thoughts were kept at bay by the comfort she felt next to Ben.

But by the time lunch came around, the coolness of the morning had been burned off and they couldn’t just sit outside anymore, even in the shadows. Ben wanted to go inside and maybe chill in front of the television, catch a game or just watch some mindless sitcom, but Penny wanted to take advantage of the pool. The one back at school wasn’t nearly this luxurious and it was always crowded with classes and swim teams and diving class. This was her moment to get a pool all to herself and she wasn’t gonna waste that chance.

I dont want Ben to disappear from the scene. Fall asleep, yes, but I want him to be closer to the action. More oblivious.

She went back to the bathroom where she’d hung her swimsuit to dry but didn’t see it hanging on the shower rod. A quick look around told her that the suit hadn’t fallen in the tub or on the floor… so where had it gone?

“Problem?”

The sound of Spencer’s voice made Penny jump and spin around, arms crossing over her chest as if she were trying to hide herself even though she was dressed modestly in shorts and a t-shirt that would have been plenty appropriate for church. He was leaning against the doorframe, baggy shorts and a hawaiian button down shirt that was left wide open showing off his broad hairy chest. He wasn’t as ripped as he’d been when she’d first seen him two years ago, age and time will do that to a person, but he was a barrel of a man and there was no doubt his muscles were still intact.

“Oh… um, have you seen my swim suit? I hung it hear to dry last night.” She asked, trying to shake off her nerves.

“Last night, huh?” He quirked an eyebrow at her a moment then scratched at his stubbled. “Haven’t seen it, sorry. Do you not have another suit?”

Penny thought about the other suit she had. The one that was meant to tease Ben. She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes at Spencer. Had he stolen her suit? But why would he do that? Surely he didn’t know about the other suit she had. Was he trying to get her to skinny dip? No way was she going to do that… though it was… enticing. What would Ben think about that? How would he react? How would Spencer react?

No! No. Out of the question. She had to cover up at least a little. But what were her options? Don’t go to the pool or wear her other suit. Or did Spencer have something else in mind? Maybe try to get her to wear a boy’s swim trunks, a t-shirt? Maybe just jump in wearing her underwear?

All the possabilities were making her chest flush red and nipples start to harden. She bit the inside of her cheek to pull herself out of the erotic spiral. “Yeah. I’ve got another suit. Just… was wondering where my other went.” She met his eyes…not accusing but definitely questioning.

His gaze was even and unyielding. It gave away nothing.

They stood facing each other for a long moment, the tension growing thicker with each second before Spencer finally pushed himself off the doorframe and stepped aside. “Well, you’d better go get changed. Do you have enough suntan oil? Sunscreen? Whatever you kids use?”

“Oh…” Penny hurried passed him, arms still folded over her chest for whatever insecure reason. “Yeah I’ve got plenty. Thanks.” With that she went down the hall to her room and shut the door.

“Fuck.” She muttered to herself, pressing her head against the door feeling her knees wobble. Her panties were soaked again! How in the world was she going to get through this weekend?

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Penny peeked out of the sliding glass door that lead out to the backyard and the pool. Spencer wasn’t anywhere in sight, but he seemed to have a habit of seeking up on her. How did a man that was so big, manage to be so stealthy?

As sure as she could be that Ben’s dad wasn’t lurking, she stepped out into the heat. The suit was even tighter and more revealing than she originally thought. Maybe she’d gotten the sizing wrong when she’d bought it online. The strap of the top and bottoms dug so tight into her skin that they were leaving indents, and the little triangles were stretching against her nipples and mound giving them a very distinct outline that… well… she felt very pornographically photogenic at that moment as she tip-toed on the hot stones to the stairs leading into the pool.

A towel in one hand and the bottle of suntan oil in the other, she hissed her way to the pool, quickly putting her feet into the cool water. She sighed in relief but her butt quickly began to burn since every inch of her ass was exposed due to the back of the suit being only a quarter inch thick. She lifted herself up and put her towel beneath her to prevent her bottom from getting third degree burns. A few slow breaths and she began to relax, letting the coolness of the water seep up along her legs. She was tempted to just dive in but she definitely needed the suntan oil or she’d burn like a crisp.

Penny began to liberally pour the oil onto her arms and legs, rubbing it in thick and quick, trying not to miss an inch. The last thing she wanted was to have read streaks all over herself. She rubbed it along her stomach and inner thighs, and then dripped some along her neck and collarbone, allowing it to run down her chest, rubbing it in as it coated the sloaps of her exposed breasts.

It was only then she realized that she needed help with her back. She could probably get some of it but with the sun out and the pool water only magnifying the rays, she was bound to get burned if she didn’t cover her back properly.

“Ben!” She called out, hoping the game he was watching wasn’t too loud. “Ben could you come out here please?”

There was silence.

For a moment she thought about shouting louder or just getting up to go get him. But walking across the burning stones again wasn’t very appealing. Just as she was about to hollar once more, the sliding doors opened and Spencer walked out, holding a beer bottle that was sweating droplets as he marched towards her in his flipflops.

Penny tried not to gasp. She wanted to cross her arms again like she had before. There was definitely more reason to do so now than when she’d been looking for her swim suit. But she dind’t want him to think… well, what didn’t she want him to think? That she didn’t want him to look at her? She did. That she was embarrassed? She was. That Spencer seeing her in such a revealing outfit was… was…

He stood tall, his shadow falling over her. The grin on his face was smug, mischievous…lewd. “Ben’s taking a nap. Something I can help you with?” He raised his eyebrow, tipping his bottle back at his lips, keeping his eyes on her. But they weren’t on her face…

Penny glanced down and saw what he was looking at. It wasn’t just that her bathing suit was small and revealing, but after having poured on the suntan oil, it had dripped down onto the gold fabric, turning it transparent. Nothing in the online description had said the bikini would become see through when wet. Her nipples were pressing hard against the thin material, the oil making it cling tightly to her nubs. The bottoms were the same, sheer and clinging to her smooth mons and along her slit. She pressed her thighs together hoping to hide herself but… his gaze was as relentless as the sun.

“I was… I need to um, get some oil on my back…” She stammered, eyes darting around trying not to think about how her face was even with Spencer’s crotch. And there was a noticable bulge.

Spencer nodded. “Ah, yeah. Good idea. Don’t wanna get burned. You’ve got some pretty fair skin… definitely don’t wanna see it damaged.” He crouched down slowly, bringing himself to eye level, still grinning as he set his beer bottle down. “I’ll lend a hand.” Taking the bottle from her trembling hand, Spencer motioned for her to turn so he could put the oil on her back.

Unable to speak, Penny turned and felt the oil begin to drip along her shoulders and down her back. Spencer’s hand was close behind, rubbing the oil into her skin slow and methodical. He made sure there wasn’t a single spot left exposed to the sun. Finger moved under the ties of her top making her shiver. The calouses of his fingers and palms scratched against her skin almost seductivly as the oil make the friction between them more fluid. Drops of the oil moved down her lower back and between her ass cheeks.

“Sit forward.” Spencer ordered. It was a soft mutter, but still an order.

Penny leaned forward so her ass was more exposed and felt Spencer’s large hands cup her little cheeks, kneading them and rubbing the oil into them. There was no doubt he was doing more than just rubbing in the oil. Spencer was fondling her ass out in the open. Ben could walk out at any second and see his father gripping his girlfriends ass. And Spencer didn’t seem to care.

Ben’s taking a nap.

Shit. Ben was a deep sleeper. It would take a train bearing down on him, blasting it’s horn to even get him to stir. If Penny shouted… well… why would she? She didn’t feel like she was in danger. In fact, the entire time she’d been with Spencer on spring break, she’d never felt taken advantage of. She’d done almost everything with him, but when he’d tried to push into her ass… well she’d spoken up and said she didn’t want him to go there. Spencer didn’t complain and didn’t press the issue either, instead he’d just continued to fuck her everywhere else, though he did coat her whole ass in cum. That was as close as he got to anal.

If she told him to stop, Penny was confident Spencer would. He’d walk away and they’d never speak of any of this again.

But did she want him to stop?

Clearly she didn’t, because a soft groan eased out from between her lip as he gripped her ass cheeks more firmly.

“Still as firm as ever.” He muttered at her back, and then his hands were gone, leaving Penny trembling.

Before she could let herself overthink, Penny wrangled her thoughts and slipped into the pool, quickly starting to swim to the other side. Not like she was running away, just trying to get rid of some of this sudden pent up energy.

She swam back and forth, five laps before she allowed herself to stop. Coming over to the edge of the pool breathing heavily and dripping water as she clung to the side, hoping that Spencer had decided to go back inside and leave her in peace.

But he hadn’t. The looming shadow of Ben’s father fell over her, forcing her to look up as she held to the side of the pool tightly. The man had discarded his shorts and was now only in his open shirt and flip flops, his massive cock hanging freely between his hairy legs.

“Figured it was only fair. Seeing as I can see every curve of your cunt thorugh that swim suit.”

Penny was transfixed on Spencer’s cock. She remembered it from last night. How thick and hard it had been when he was stroking it. Remembering how it had felt inside her. In her mouth. Between her tits. Shooting his cum all over her. Drinking it like it was the sweetest yet most bitter cocktail she’d ever had.

Spencer casually reached down and stroked himself, giving a little life to his flacid member. His eyes were still on her, hard and unrelenting. “Did you like what you saw last night?”

The question made Penny gasp and her cheeks grow red.

“I saw you. Not very sneaky. But you know, if you’d wanted to look  you could have just asked. But… I think since you went snooping around and saw something you weren’t invited to see…” He leaned down a bit, his smile wide and so filthy. “I think I deserve a little show too.”

“W…what?” Penny slicked her hair back away from her face, looking up nervously at Spencer as he continued stroking himself, getting harder and harder by the second.

“Get out of the pool Penny dear, I want to see you masturbate like you watched me do last night. Unless you want me to tell my son that you were snooping on his dad.” His eyebrow quirked up, knowing full well that that was the last thing Penny would want.

As much as she wanted to say no, to run inside and wake up Ben and tell him what was going on… she knew she couldn’t… and… that she didn’t really want to. There was no denying that seeing Spencer’s penis up close again, had her pussy burning with desire. It was as if her body were being flooded with the memories of those days two years ago, everything that had been bottled up now rushing through her in vivid detail. And somehow, the cock looked even bigger, thicker, and the balls heavier. Was that even possible? Or was she just having fantastical ideas.

Spencer took a step back, allowing Penny to pull herself up out of the pool. Sure enough, the water along with the suntan oil had basically made her swim suit as opaque as a thin layer of gold paint. Every curve of her pussy was visible and the hard nubs of her nipples were sticking out, the material molded to them. She stood dripping before the mountain of a man who was looking at her with delighted eyes. 

Stepping aside, Spencer motioned to one of the lounge chairs that had an umbrella set up to give it some shade. Penny didn’t need any more instruction than that. She walked to the chair and sat down carefully, shifting so she was laying back and looking at Spencer as he stood near the foot of the chair.

“Go on.” Spencer smiled still stroking himself with no sign of shame.

What was she doing? Was she really going to… why wasn’t she fighting back? If Ben found out about this… everything would be ruined. She didn’t want to loose him. But, if his dad told him she’d watched him jerk off, well… that would lead to other questions. Answers that she didn’t want to give. And not only could it ruin Ben and her relationship. Ben and his dad might end up in a fight. She didn’t want to be responsible for ruining a family.

Everything was such a tangled mess. The only clear and easy thing to do would be to do what Spencer asked, and then they could just forget about it. Besides, it shouldn’t have been that big a deal. Spencer had seen her rubbing herself plenty when they’d been together. This wouldn’t be any different. Except that her boyfriend, his son, was mere yards away, asleep, and completely oblivious to the lewd situation that was unfolding.

Shaking her head, Penny attempted to get out of her spiralling thoughts. “Okay…” she whispered huskily. “But… that’s all… just… just watch. That’s all I did anyway… er… I mean, not on purpose… it really was an accident…”

Spencer shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. You still watched. You still saw. So now… it’s my turn.” He licked his drying lips, the sun still scorching hot as his eyes traveled down her body to where her thighs were pressed together.

It was almost as if his gaze alone had the power to make her move. Penny opened her thighs, revealing the tight bikini bottoms clinging to her sex, letting her feet fall to either side of the chair. Swallowing back her nerves, she reached a hand down and let her fingers glide over the center of the thin material, between her smooth lips making them puff out along the edges. She sucked in a breath at the sudden stimulation of moisture and heat and slick oil still soaked into the bikini.

“Beautiful.” Spencer said appreciatively.

Penny tried to ignore him. If she could just think of this as if she were alone, out in the sun, pleasuring herself, for herself, then maybe this would be easier.

Her fingers moved up and down, along her lips and between them, pressing her finger against the suit and into her hole just slightly, making her suck in a breath. Then she moved up to her clit, circling it slowly, the sensations of the material, the oil, the water, and her own sexual juices and pressure from her fingers was almost too much. An orgasm was already speeding it’s way through her nervous system. But she didn’t want to burst so quickly. Besides, if she did, Spencer might not be happy. He might try to make her do something else if things went too fast.

Licking her lips, she moved her fingers away from her clit and framed her mound between her two middle fingers, puffing it up with the suit straining against herself, wiggling her puffy slip and then letting go and giving herself a quick, sharp slap. She arched, gasped at her own self treatment. Her free hand moved to her breast, gently groping at it and moving aside the little triangle to let her nipple become exposed to the shadowy heat of the day and Spencer’s burning gaze.

Eyes closed, she moved her hand back between her legs and moved the suit aside enough to let her fingers circle around her opening. Pressing her finger in just slightly before removing it quickly, making her muscles contract and grip against her finger before it could completely leave. She teased herself like that for several seconds. Seconds that seemed like minutes. Minutes that seemed like hours.

Penny let herself lay back, hand massaging and pinching her nipple as she finally let her finger dip into her warmth and sink further and further, a soft warm slick sound emanating from between her thighs. “Ohhhhh.” It came out soft and needy, her lips wet as she licked them, feeling her heat and moisture rising, her tunnel gripping her finger as she moved it in and out.

“Yesss….” She sighed. Her body trembled. Sweat was slick all over her, and not just from the sun. Everything about her was burning, inside and out. Penny was panting as she moved her finger in time with her rapid heartbeat. Inoutinoutinout. It was making the need to burst rise faster and faster. It wouldn’t be long before she couldn’t hold back.

She pushed her finger in to the second knuckle and gasped, lips opening wide.

Spencer’s cock touched her lips. Warm, slick with his precum. Thick. Penny didn’t even open her eyes. She didn’t resist. Her mouth closed over the tip of his cock, sucking. Tongue sliding along his dripping slit.

“Good girl.” He whispered.

Penny just moaned around him. His hand found the back of her head and helped guide her, his cock slipping between her lips deeper and deeper. She sucked him slow. Taking her time. Letting her lips grip his shaft when she moved up and down, matching the rhythm of her finger inside her cunt.

Everything began to shake. Her breaths were coming father through her nose. Her lips were squeezing down on her finger and his cock.

“It’s okay.” He whispered. “Go ahead and cum.” It was so gentle and reassuring, that Penny was pushed over the edge.

She fell back, mouth open and loudly gasping as her orgasm began to rain down upon her. “Yes…yes…fuck ohhhhh….” She grit her teeth at the intensity, her muscles tensing and every nerve ending on fire.

And then she felt the hot splash of thick cum. Her eyes opened and saw Spencer over her, jerking his cock and moaning along with her, his jets of semen shooting directly onto her now completely exposed tits. She’d forgotten just how much he could cum. Even last night hadn’t prepared her for this. Spencer glazed her tits completely. So thick, so much. It was all over and dripping and sliding along her skin thanks to the oil and water. Globs slithered down along the slope of her breasts to her nipples and surrounded them, falling like a river and a waterfall of thick white down towards her stomach and pooling into her bellybutton.

Penny let herself lay back, hand still between her thighs, panting from the exertion of her orgasm. The feeling of Spencer’s cum dripping along her body made her tremble and want to keep touching herself. Like it was an aphrodisiac.

Spencer was breathing just as deep but with a satisfied grin on his face, penis slowly shrinking and staring down at his handy work. After a few moments of looking at her as if he’d just painted a masterpiece he went to where Penny had left her towel, grabbed it and brought it over. “You should get cleaned up. Take another swim. Don’t want Ben seeing you such a mess.” There didn’t seem to be anything sinister in his voice. In fact, it felt very much like Spencer was being sincere. He didn’t want his son to see Penny covered in his cum.

She took the towel, still shaking from her orgasm and nodded. With that, Spencer simply walked away, grabbing his shorts from where he’d discarded them next to the pool and went back inside. The sudden absence of Spencer’s heavy presence finally allowed Penny to breath. Part of her expected to have a panic attack. To cry. To feel violated. But…

Her hand moved up from between her legs to the pool of semen on her stomach and traced a finger through it, watching it stick, strings stretching and dripping when she lifted her finger away and then oved it back down, as if she were a kid playing with slime. Dipping her finger in, the same one she’d been fucking herself with, Penny scooped up some of the still warm mixture and brought it to her lips. It was bitter, oily, tasting of the suntan oil, her sweat, chlorine, and the sourness of Spencer’s semen. It made her want to gag… but she scooped up more and this time brought it to her pussy and used it as lube to sink her finger in deep and slowly finger herself again to a quick orgasm, shaking on the chair and groaning at her own depravity.

It was only the afternoon. Penny still had a whole other half of the day and tomorrow before they returned to campus…

As she began to clean herself off with the towel, then diving into the pool to further wash away the evidence of her transgression, Penny began to wonder if she really wanted to resist whatever else might happen while they were there…