First Times： Nine Tales of Innocence Lost(18)

“Mercy,” he said, “Can I walk you home?”

He pulled the key over his neck and handed it to me. I slipped it around my neck and let the cold metal rest on my chest. He took the lanyard and twisted it in his hand. It tightened around my neck until I felt my pulse throb against it. The sudden wave of fear I felt sent lust spiraling out from between my legs and I was ready for him to take me again, but he loosed his grip and touched his lips to my forehead instead, and held me against him while he lightly wiped me clean between the legs, then himself. He walked me outside, holding me from behind, his cock pressed against my ass. We were alone in the locker room, now.

I picked up my bathing suit. I put it on slowly, while he watched. Then he followed me into the ladies’ locker room and watched me pull on a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt, right over my bathing suit.

He hovered around me on the walk back to campus, touching my arm, my shoulder, brushing his hip against mine.

My dorm was not co-ed. Girls only. I stopped at the door. He looked one way, then the other, then pulled me into a kiss, slipping his hand down my shorts to tease my pussy through the sheer material of my bathing suit. I was starting to feel the soreness from the rough, lustful coupling, but I wanted more.

“Tomorrow”, he whispered, and I knew the second time would be better than the first.





Kelly





It was just a summer job. My parents were paying my tuition and my meal plan and I still had the little hatchback they bought me when I turned sixteen, but Mom had decided if I wanted any spending money I had to earn it myself. So, before my freshman year of college began in the fall, I went out to find a job.

That proved harder than I expected, as you might imagine. Places that were hiring to begin with weren’t hiring summer people, and if I kept looking I’d wind up with empty pockets come August 27th. So, I went to the old standby.

The pool.

I’d been working as a lifeguard since the summer after my freshman year, when I was old enough to work. My birthday was in the first week of June. I was fifteen then, eighteen now, but only by a few days.

As work goes, there’s worse. I go to work in a bathing suit and shorts and smear on some sunscreen and sit in a chair. If I’m in a mood I can tell some twelve year olds to stop splashing each other. Usually, the pool hires one or two other guards to sit in the chair on the other side of the pool.

The pool was already open on weekends but it opened every day for the summer. Five hours a day, from eleven to four. Minimum wage. It was better than nothing, and we’d already decided (by which I mean Mom commanded) that every cent was going in a savings account I could touch only after I’d moved my things into the dormitory. I readied myself for a couple of months of boredom as I ascended the tower chair for the first time.

I felt a stir as I climbed the stairs, like someone was watching me. As I plopped down on the uncomfortable seat of rough, whitewashed planks, I saw movement in the water and leaned forward. The other lifeguard must have decided on a swim before the pool opened to the public.

He knifed through the water, turned, and lifted himself out, catching his breath as he looked up at me and brushed his wet hair over his head. It took me a minute to recognize him. It was the lack of glasses, which he scooped up and slid on his face, and the fact that he was down to a pair of red lifeguard swim trunks and what looked like dog tags.

“Hello, Kelly,” he gasped, shaking his head as he caught his breath.

Water spattered everywhere, spotting the concrete around the pool.

I swallowed.

“Hi, Mister Haddenham.”

He grinned, and breathed in hard. I’d always known he was fit, but my physics teacher was a nerd. He wore those big plastic goggly glasses and sweater vests and there were always pens in his pocket, and he was obsessed with his subject matter. The guy read science journals during his planning period.

What I was not expecting, hidden under his dowdy clothes, was the carved, hard body of a Greek god. The water ran in rivulets over tanned skin taut over bunched, rippling muscles that flowed as he moved to dry his hair with his fingers and stood up. I watched the water gather into larger drops as it followed the natural contours and channels of his body, sliding between the thick muscles of his broad chest and flow in fits and starts over his tight abs before following two little ridges of muscle down into the waistband of his shorts, which had slid painfully low, showing just a hint of wet matted hair before he tugged them up towards his navel. He yawned, and stretched, and I watched him hard, and licked my lips before I realized what I was doing.

“You don’t have to call me that anymore, Kelly. My name is Jim.”