A “Karen” moved into our neighborhood. Actually, she moved into the house next door. From day one, she became a thorn in my side.
First, she somehow managed to get on the board of the Home Owner’s Association. Then she started making demands. She quickly became a pain in the ass… especially mine.
When she first moved in, I invited her over for coffee. First thing she saw was my backyard pool. After a few minutes, she asked if she could swim in it. I told her to let me know when she wanted to come over.
A couple weeks later, I came home from work, only to find the gate open to the back yard. I parked in the garage and then came out to see what was going on. That’s when “Karen” came rushing through the gate.
I stopped her and demanded to know what she was doing back there. She said, “You told me I could swim anytime I wanted to!” I replied, “I told you to let me know when you wanted to swim.”
“You said I could swim anytime!”
“I said to let me know!”
“I didn’t hurt anything! Nobody was back there! A good neighbor shares!”
“And a good neighbor asks permission.”
She just said, “Hmmmpf!” Then she tipped her head back like she was all high and mighty as she walked over to her property.
Things did not get any better from there. For some reason, the Home Owners Association had become quite concerned about my property. Our “Karen” had clearly made a note of every little detail in my back yard.
Every few days when I came home from work I would see little things that indicated she was sneaking over to use our pool. I never caught her at it though. She was always gone whenever I got home. She must have known my schedule.
One day I decided to see if I could catch her at it. My car needed some work done. So I took the afternoon off.
I drove it to a mechanic. Then I had a friend drive me home. She dropped me off down the block because I told her I needed to talk to one of my neighbors about our “Karen”.
After she rounded the corner and was gone, I walked down the street to my house and quietly let myself in. I went to the kitchen and glanced out the window into the backyard. Sure enough, she was there.
I saw her floating topless in my pool on my mattress pad. She was wearing a pair of sunglasses. Two open bottles of beer sat upon a patio table.
She was clearly sunning herself. The slut ran her hands up and down her body until she put them on her boobs. Her clothes were in a pile in a patio chair.
I was furious. She had clearly made herself right at home. She obviously thought she was entitled to the use of my pool anytime she felt like it.
I changed into a pair of bikini bottoms. But that was all I put on. If she was going topless, then so was I.
I grabbed a dive mask and waited. She floated until she was facing away from the door. That’s when I slipped out into the back yard.
I slowly crept up to the edge of the pool at the shallow end. Then I quietly descended the steps into the water. I didn’t want her to know I was in the pool with her.
She was still facing away from me as she drifted in the deep end. I was concerned about the ripples I was adding to the surface. But she was making enough to obscure mine.
I submerged until only my head was sticking up. She used her hands to steer my mattress pad around. Seeing her like that only intensified my anger.
I quietly filled my lungs. Then I submerged. I swam along the bottom in her direction.
I stayed underwater until she was directly above me. Then I rolled over onto my back. I reached up as though I was going to push her over. Then I changed my mind.
I quickly swam back in the direction I had come from. I quietly lifted my head up to have another look. She just kept using her hands to paddle herself around the surface of my pool.
I noticed she was beginning to change direction. I couldn’t tell if her eyes were open or closed behind those sunglasses. I was concerned she might see me.
I took a big breath and submerged again. I stayed close to the bottom as I swam toward her. Then once more, I rolled over onto my back.
I was fuming as I looked up at her. This bitch had no right to assume my pool was hers to use any time she wanted. I got my hands up, ready to push her over. But once again, I hesitated.
What would I do once I turned her over? Would it do any good? All I would accomplish would be to piss her off even more.
I figured she would rush right over to the Home Owner’s Association and complain about what a lousy neighbor I was. They’d been listening to her side of things for quite a while now. I doubted I’d be able to explain things to them. She would no doubt make it look like she was the victim despite being caught in my pool.
My lungs began to burn as I remained near the pool bottom. I watched as she slowly changed direction above me. But I couldn’t stay underwater forever.
I swam underwater in the opposite direction toward the deep end, trying not to stir the water too much by my movements. My lungs were aching as I quietly surfaced to catch my breath. I made sure she was facing away from me as she paddled toward the shallow end.
She still hadn’t heard or seen me. She must have assumed I was still at work. I wasn’t due back for a couple more hours at least.
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. She was on my mattress pad, enjoying my pool without my permission. And I was sure she was going to keep on doing it. Hell, she would probably find some way to have the Home Owner’s Association make me give her some kind of permission, just to show what a good neighbor I was.
I took a deep breath and submerged again. I swam along the bottom of my pool in her direction until I got right underneath her. By now she was back in the shallow end.
I abruptly stood up right next to her. “You don’t have my permission, bitch!” Then I grabbed my mattress and flipped her off before she could react.
It caught her totally by surprise. Her sunglasses came off in the water. Then I pounced.
She had just barely gotten her head above water when I forced her back down. She really kicked and struggled. Bubbles spewed out of her mouth.
I knew I could never talk rationally to her. It wouldn’t do any good. Then I caught sight of her with her mouth closed tight. She was obviously trying to keep from inhaling pool water.
The idea hit me like a thunderbolt from out of the blue. So I straddled her as I held onto her wrists. Her legs kicked wildly, but it didn’t do her any good.
I rode her like that as she tried to get back up. I worked to keep us horizontal and well below the surface. I didn’t want her to be able to get her legs underneath her and stand upright.
I could feel the ache in my lungs. I hoped she was almost out of breath. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could stay down and keep her submerged.
She anxiously shook her head back and forth, making her blonde hair swirl about her face. Her cheeks bulged as I kept her down longer. But so did mine. Was she going to be able to outlast me?
She finally coughed up a mouthful of water in a bubbly scream. Then she started hitching and gurgling. It was about damn time!
I kept her between my legs as I searched for solid footing. Then I tried standing up. I barely got my mouth above the surface.
I gasped a couple times. Then I submerged to make sure I didn’t lose her. But her struggles were already lessening as she wriggled between my legs.
She finally stopped fighting with me. Fewer bubbles came out of her mouth. I cruelly pushed her further back between my legs until only her face was visible.
I grabbed her head from behind and mashed her face up against my crotch, keeping her submerged the entire time. I thought the bitch deserved it. Besides, it gave me a little erotic thrill. The bitch owed that to me, especially after the hell she’d put me through.
She stopped moving and struggling altogether. I pulled her head away and looked down upon her face. Her eyes were open in lifeless shock.
A few bubbles trickled out past her parted lips. She was clearly gone. The neighborhood Karen was no more.
Maybe I should have felt some sort of remorse. But I didn’t. Instead, I pulled her head back up into my crotch.
I rubbed her face back and forth over the material covering my slit. It felt satisfyingly good. I even got an erotic tremor out of it.
I pushed her head around between my legs until I made her kiss my ass. Then I let go of her as I surfaced. My lungs were aching as I popped up and panted for breath.
I watched as she slowly drifted downward. She ended up flat on her back at the bottom of my pool. At least the bitch got to enjoy it one last time. The mattress was still in the water, drifting around unattended.
I worked it out in my mind. She must have fallen off, swallowed water and drowned herself. The two bottles of beer might have contributed to things. Not my fault; I wasn’t here to see it.
I filled my lungs and went back down to have a look at her. She didn’t look like such a “Karen” anymore, not while she was lying all drowned at the bottom of my pool. I gave her tits a savage, yet satisfactory grope before surfacing.
I waded into shallow water and climbed out. I needed a towel to dry off, and a story to tell the cops. I figured I could tell them she must have snuck into my back yard and had an accident.
I was halfway to my door when I stopped and looked back at the pool. I was concerned she would emerge up at the surface like one of those movie villains you could never seem to kill. But I didn’t see her floating on my mattress like before. She was still lying on the bottom of my pool.
The surface was beginning to settle down. But that’s when I noticed my wet footprints. What if the cops saw them and asked questions before they’d fully dried?
Damn!
I stood there thinking about it. Then I came up with something. But that meant I would have to fish the bitch out of my pool.
I went back toward the edge of the shallow end. I waded down into the water. Then I went for a little swim.
I submerged and went back and forth over the top of her, making sure she stayed drowned. I couldn’t resist swimming down to her and savagely groping her tits a few times. But she didn’t seem to mind.
I spread her legs and rubbed her crotch. It felt all sticky. Had she gotten aroused as I drowned her? I suppose she deserved a little something pleasurable as a final treat before drowning in my pool.
I finally grabbed her and pulled her into the shallow end. I got her out of the water and laid her flat. I knelt and checked for a pulse, but there was none.
I went into the house and called 911. The cops were there in ten minutes. I explained I’d found her at the bottom of my pool and pulled her out. But I didn’t know how long she’d been down there.
I told them I’d checked, but that I couldn’t find a pulse. I said she was my neighbor. If only she would have asked me, I could have gone for a swim with her. Maybe she wouldn’t have been alone and drowned.
The police took it from there. A vehicle came and took the body away. Then they took my statement. I was finally rid of the neighborhood “Karen”.
2022 (written Oct 18 ’22 by riwa. Inspired by vidcaps from an video clip staring Nickie)