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The Lifeguard

By: britbaby19



It was a warm, sunny Saturday afternoon and I was sitting in my garden with my best friend, Candis. We had nothing to do, and our summer holidays were nearly over.

"Why don't we go swimming?" I suggested. I loved swimming, but was aware of how much Candis hated it.

"Mmmmm... no, I can't be bothered to go to Ashborn today." Candis said. We sat in silence for a few more minutes.

"How about we go into Fair Oaks?" I asked.

"No, Kat, let's just stay here for a while." Was the reply. I thought for a bit, I wasn't happy with Candis's laziness. I HAD to get her out, and I really wanted to do was cool off in the pool. Also there happened to be a totally gorgeous life guard at Ashborn and I always flirted with him each time I went, which was probably why Candis didn't like going!

"You know, I heard that Ben was going to Ashborn today." I mentioned after we had been laying on my grass for what seemed like forever.

"WHAT?!" Candis sat up, and looked at me as if to say 'carry on..'

"Well I heard him talking the other day to Mark and they were planning on going swimming today."

"Well let's go then." and with that Candis stood up and began grabbing my arm to get me up. I smiled as I got to my feet.

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We got to the pool to see that in fact Ben wasn't there. Candis wasn't happy but we stayed anyway. It wasn't long before I spotted the hot life guard. Candis must have seen me looking at him because at that moment she pretended to be in trouble in the water. 'She always was too loud' I thought as I swam away from her and to the life guard to tell him she was OK and just fooling around. At that moment she began shouting 

" Kat! Kat!"

"What?!" I shouted. She then swam away, to the opposite side of the pool. 'strange' I thought. I was about to follow her off before I heard a cute Irish voice behind me: "So that's your name then."

"Huh?" I spun round in the water to see the life guard looking down on me.

" Kat. I'm Shane." He said as he helped me out the pool.

"Oh, hi" I replied "do you wanna grab a bite to eat?" He asked. I was hardly going to turn him down and when I gave him the okay we went to the poolside bar. Hardly romantic, but still I was weak in the knees.

"So who's your friend?" Shane asked. I glanced over at Candis, she had met some of our friends from school and gave me a wave before running to the deep end. I was glad she stayed away, now I got time with Shane. We talked for ages about everything, how he was in a band named Westside but it had yet to get big, how he was only in Christiansburg for the summer, and this was his summer job.

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The rest of the summer holidays I spent with Shane and it was fantastic. We went around like boyfriend and girlfriend, yet all I wanted was to kiss him, but I was too shy to be so forward, if only I was more like Candis! Then August came, and Shane's visit drew to a close. I was at the park with him, on his last evening. He was holding me so close, I never wanted it to end. But, at last, it was time for me to leave. Shane walked me home as usual, but as we turned into my road he stopped me. I looked at him, about to ask him what was wrong, but he put his finger to my lips.

" Kat, this is really hard for me to say, I don't want this moment to end." His eyes began to fill with tears. 

"I've never felt this way about anyone before, and the thought of me going back to Ireland and you staying here is heartbreaking. What if we never see each other again?"

"Don't say that. We will meet again. You know where I live and I've got your address." I said, and I put my hand to his cheek.

" Kat, you don't understand. I think... I think I'm in love with you." Shane said and he gave me a hug, which lasted for ages. When we broke it was ovbious what was going to happen. I knew it and so did Shane. We leaned our heads forward and began to kiss. This was perfect, so natural and right. When the kiss ended, and I was back in my bed at home, dreaming about what had just happened my phone beeped to signal a text. I picked it up and saw that it was from Shane. It said: 

had a gr8 nite.thinkin of u always.look under ur bed. love Shane xxx

I looked under my bed, Shane and I had been in my room earlier. I found a CD. It said on the cover: WESTLIFE: WORLD OF OUR OWN. Shane had written somthing inside it. 

Kat, I was lying when I sed I was in an unsucsessful band named Westside. I'm in Westlife, I just didn't want you to take me any differently if you knew I was in Westlife. Listen to song number 6. This is the song that I wanna dedicate to you. I love you. Love Shane xxx

I put the CD in the player, my hand still shaking. The song started and all the words seemed to fit. 'I wanna grow old with you, I wanna die lying in your arms, I wanna grow old with you, I wanna be looking in your eyes....'

A tear ran down my cheek, I was in love with Shane not Shane Westlife, yet still they both make my heart skip a beat when they look at me, still I can't help wanting to kiss them, still I wish I could just see them, even for a second. Now I know who he is, will I ever get to see him again? Probably not, and as I thought this I looked into the Westlife case. There I noticed a silver ring. I studied it closely and saw that engraved in it was Kat I love you, love Shane. I put it on and immediately felt closer to Shane then I ever had before.

The Lifeguard



There was this one woman who brought her dog to the beach. It was always just around 5:00 when almost all the mothers and kids had gone home to dinner and only the people who liked the quiet and the evening and its cooler sun were around. 

He knew he should ask her to leave. Dogs were not allowed on the beach. It said so, loud and clear, on the sign next to the parking lot. But she didn't come from the parking lot. She walked around the muddy border of the lake.

Still, someone had already told her. Marcie had told her in no uncertain terms. She had been wearing her whistle and the red shirt with Quinnebaug Lake on it. Official. 

The woman smiled up at him on the lifeguard stand and called to her dog, which was gnawing somebody's flip-flop. He smiled and nodded. She looked like she was going to leave. She seemed to leave, but then, about 40 minutes later, there she was, tossing stones into the water and watching her dog charge after them. The dog barked twice each time she did it and then froze, looking at the dying ripples. 

Simon ignored her, kept his eyes on the last few little kids. Little Anne Margaret Belmont had been nipped by a fish the week before. The parents had had a meeting. People talked very seriously to the lifeguards. 

So now, when there were kids in the water, he didn't look at much else. Let Marcie talk to the woman again.

The dog was barking from somewhere. Barking furiously. At first he ignored it because the dog was a yappy dog. Every time he saw it was making some kind of racket, barks echoing across the pond. But now it wouldn't stop and he was becoming irritated. Finally, Marcie said she would take first alert while he checked it out. From the tower he couldn't see what the dog was so excited about. There was a bunch of trees that came right down into the water and the dog was on the other side of them. 

When he got there he could see the dog bouncing around on the shore, rushing into the water, and then back out again. The woman wasn't around. Then he noticed what looked like an overcoat floating out in the water. Why had this thing got the dog so wired? 

Then he saw the hand. He blew his whistle and splashed out to her. It was only about four feet deep, but the bottom was all scummy rocks there and he could hardly get his footing enough to pull her in. The raincoat was soggy and she was not a small woman. 

For some reason the others weren't coming in response to his whistle. There was some kind of screaming going on over on the other side of the trees so he had to do it all himself. After a struggle he got her pulled up onto the muddy shore. It made him feel bad the way the mud got in her short gray hair. Her face was gray too. 

He checked to see that her tongue was where was supposed to be and then started CPR. It was funny; he had practiced on the dummy, practiced on Marcie, which was funny because he knew she would never let him touch her otherwise. She let the other guys kind of wrestle with her, but not him. He had even let Jeremy do CPR on him and after being a little gross it was just, like a routine. But this was different. First, it was real, and second, this was an older woman. He felt weird. 

She wasn't moving and he was beginning to worry when he heard something from deep inside her, a little growl. It could just have been gas. But then he heard it again and then all of a sudden she was coughing in his face and then was rolling over and coughing and throwing up water and some milky stuff that sank into the sand. 

Suddenly, she turned and stared at his face, his hair, his mouth, and looked into his eyes. 

"I drowned, didn't I?" she demanded. 

He nodded. 

"Sure, yeah, I guess you could say that. " 

"I mean, I was out, wasn't I? A goner, maybe. You did CPR and such, right? 

He didn't know what to say. 

"And now I'm alive. " 

"It's ok. It's what we do. " 

She was still staring at him really hard, as though trying to figure out something about his face. Then she reached forward and took his face in both hands end pulled it toward her and kissed him. Maybe she had started just to kiss him out of gratitude; that's what he figured later; but something changed, he could feel it change, because suddenly she was kissing him like she meant it. Her mouth was sour from throwing up. It was a strange situation but he felt himself kind of " leaning into it", getting lost in it. 

Her hands were shaking as she let him go. "I suppose that was inappropriate," she murmured, "But isn't every day that someone brings me back from the dead. " 

The dog was becoming restless. It kept picking up a large wet stick, dashing into the water, dashing out again, and dropping it. 

"Well wet or no I guess I'd better get back home. And they must be looking for you at your station. 

Simon was concerned. "Do you want me to call an ambulance or something? Is there someone who can come and pick you up? You were..." 

"Hell, I was dead. Never mind, I just live over there. See that red roof just beyond that little boathouse? That's me. I'm OK. I can get home. Really. 

Simon looked around, surprised that Marcie or Jeremy had not come after him. He stood and helped the woman up. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't get your name. I have to file a report. " 

"Oh, please don't do that! No. Please don't tell anybody this. It was just a silly accident. I just slipped going after my dog. You don't really have to file a report, do you? 

"I'm afraid I do. What is your name, please?" 

"Oh, never mind, Simon. Just say it was an older woman with a dog. I'd really appreciate that. " 

"How did you know my name?" 

"It's on your shirt. Simon what?" 

" Just Simon. Just one of the lifeguards. " 

"Not now you're not. Who are you, please?" 

The 'please' was a little funny, like she really needed to know. 

"Simon Belgeddes" 

He watched her walk a round the edge of the lake, the wet cloth clinging to her body. He watched until he could no longer see her. She turned once and waved. It was sort of a girlish wave, but also saying, " I'm OK, go back to work" So he did. 

When he got on the other side of the grove of trees he was surprised. The beach was almost deserted. How late was it? It couldn't be that late. Marcie came stalking toward him. Her face was pale, her jaw clenched tight. 

"Where the hell have you been? You sure chose a weird time to go take a leak or something. You don't even know what happened, do you? 

" No, what happened? " 

" We almost lost little Angie Thurber." 

" What? No. What?" 

" She almost drowned. Her mother was furious, furious. Angie was on the other side of the floats, a blind spot. It's my fault. I let you go. I should've been walking the docks. I let you go. That damn woman and her damn dog! Anyhow, I have to write up the damn report, because there is sure to be in an inquiry and I have to do it anyway. So you take the tower. I know there's nobody here, but you have to. Don't let anybody else drown, please? What took you anyway? Oh, never mind. I don't want to know. I've got enough on my plate. Go, just go, get up there. 

He spent another hour staring at the silver light on the water, straining his eyes to see the three kids and one old guy still swimming. 

The sun was behind trees when he climbed down off the tower. Everyone was gone except for Marcie who was in the shed snuffling loudly. He was sort of surprised. She obviously had been crying. She wiped her nose. 

"Don't look at me. I'm sorry. This just really gets me upset. I try to be so careful and you guys get mad at me because some of the 'procedures' and it still happens. Dumb, dumb, dumb. " 

"Hey! Hey! Don't beat up on yourself. We all make mistakes. I should have come back sooner. 

"Yes!" she blurted, "You should have! This never would've happened.... Why didn't you ...?" 

Simon knew he should just tell her, not just to protect his ass, but because it was the rules. But the woman had asked. She had said 'please'. Somehow, that was important, too. 

"She fell in the water. I think she went in after her dog and she got all wet. Her clothes were heavy, so she had trouble getting out. I helped her. She wanted to talk a little. 

" Oh, well. OK. I suppose you did the right thing. I sometimes forget it isn't just the kids; it's the old people, too. God, if I had to pull Mrs. Transom out.... " 

She giggled and then laughed and got up and tripped over her own foot and hung onto him, and grew suddenly sad and started to cry again. And he held her and then she was kissing him ...too. Only Marcie's mouth was different, not soft and grateful but hard and hungry, for ... what? Maybe it was something to make the day disappear. 

Suddenly she stopped, her eyes widened filled with pain. I'm sorry. Why am I doing this? I didn't mean it. Oh, Simon, I'm sorry. Please ... you ... please put everything away. I've got to get out of this damn place! 

She ran fast across the beach and up the rise to the parking lot, not looking back. Simon let his heart stopped crashing around. Then he put the stuff away. 

"Weird, weird." 

Simon didn't try to hard to figure it out. It made no sense. Two women, or a woman and a girl, had both been shook up. He was there, a guy. But. What bothered him was that he kept thinking about the woman with the dog and getting excited. It was stupid. She was older and not even really good-looking. In fact she looked a lot like Hillary Clinton. 

Later, at dinner, pushing his green beans into his mashed potatoes, he laughed. 

His mother said, " What? " 

" Hillary Clinton. Do you think she's good-looking ... pretty? " 

"Maybe good-looking. Not pretty, really. Sometimes she's kind of cute. Big butt, though." 

" Yeah, a big butt. " He squirmed in this chair. 

" Why did you ask?" 

" Well I was just thinking about why guys choose the women they do, you know, like coach Anspach and Mrs. Anspach, or say... the President and Mrs. Clinton. " 

" Well, have you ever thought that maybe it's not always really the guys that do the choosing? Did something happen?" 

" No. Yes. No. Aw, mom." 

" Who? " 

" Never mind. Don't be nosy." 

" Simon! Come on, who? I'll know sooner or later." 

" Well, maybe Marcie, you know, on the crew." 

" She's nice. A little thin maybe." 

" Fit, not thin." 

" Hey, whatever makes you happy." She mussed his hair. 

That night in bed he was drowsy and doing what he sometimes did, but never before had he had, like, a real person to think about that way. He kept trying to remember kissing Marcie but he kept seeing Hillary Clinton getting off a plane, standing on the top step of one of those rolling stairs and waving, only she was naked and dripping wet. 

The next day Marcie had them running drills any time "business was slow ". But it was only during Dolphins class when he was too busy taking the kids through their paces that he forgot about what happened the day before.

Today was a little chilly, so the kids were a little wired, squeaking as they hit the water and shimmying on the dock, stomping their feet and hugging themselves. He had to be pretty bossy because Taylor Wells and his sidekicks, Matt and Stephen were in a mood to tease the little kids, pushing and splashing them. 

With the jolt, Simon realized it was Angie Thurber they were teasing most. He was amazed her mother had let her come, and then to have the boys goofing with her, pretending to drown, threshing the air as though they were sinking and trying to reach the surface. 

He was about to come down hard on them when he realized that Angie herself thought it all was a riot and the other girls were giggling, too. 

He was glad Marcie was running guard drills with the others. If she had been on the dock she would've been furious, and he knew that would have made things worse for the kids. 

It was during the timed heats that he realized that Mrs. Transom was sitting on the bench at the back of the beach, almost invisible under the shadow of the trees. The dog was sniffing around, but she was ignoring the dog and staring right at him. He started to wave but changed his mind, just nodding his head in her direction. 

The next time he looked that way she was gone and he realized he was disappointed. 

Marcie didn't seem to act any different. She was very busy trying to seem more efficient and on top of everything, blowing her whistle about twice as much as usual. So he assumed he should pretend nothing had happened. Because, in a way, nothing really had happened. She was just pretty wired from almost having almost lost Angie. 

What kept getting him was having them both kiss him on the same day, like there was some kind of force moving in his direction from women and girls. So now he was asking himself, "Is this something I should be paying attention to?" But then he blew it off because it wasn't like every female was coming on to him. Lynne, the girl he usually was on shift with, didn't seem any different. Well, maybe he caught her looking out of the corner of her eye or something, but that was probably nothing. 

On the last day before they closed the beach for the summer, about 6:00 in the evening, when he was checking the cables and anchors from floats to see if he would have to dig them up, he saw Mrs. Transom again. She was walking along the shoreline fast, calling the dog again and again to stay close. She was smoking a cigarette and she stopped for a minute, looking over at him, then dropped the cigarette on the sand and ground it in with the toe of her boot. 

He was tired when it got to the parking lot and headed toward his bike. One car, an older white Ford station wagon was there with its motor running, fine clouds coming from the exhaust. At first he thought it was Marcie's mom, who usually came to pick her up, and he waved. But then he remembered that her mom drove a Lexus. 

As he was unlocking his bike the car drove over. She didn't say anything, so he didn't see that it was Mrs. Transom until he turned around and stood up. 

" Simon, isn't it? " He was sometimes surprised that women could have such low voices and still not sound like guys. She spoke very slowly and carefully. 

" Could you come here, please, Simon? " 

He stood by the car door and she lightly touched his elbow with a finger of the hand that was on the sill 

" I was wondering if you would be in a position to do me another little favor." She paused. "You'll be finished here after tomorrow, is that correct? " 

Simon nodded. "Pretty much. Yeah." 

" Then you probably will not start school for a couple of weeks. Is this right?" 

"Uh huh." 

" So I was thinking that perhaps you could do with some extra pocket money before you begin school; and I have some things that need doing. I am really not very happy with my yard service. " 

" Well...." 

" That's O.K. You think about it. Here. Right here is my number. " She stuffed a small piece of paper in his hand. " Call me. Call me when you're ready. I'll pay you twenty...five dollars an hour, if that's all right?" 

It was only when she was driving away and he was saying " I will " at the tail lights that he realized he had been holding his breath. Then Marcie was coming over the hill, smiling, and asking if he needed a ride and then seeing his bike. 

"You ride all the way home? I couldn't do it. I'm too damn pooped. Hey, you be careful." Her mother pulled into the lot." People like my mother drive like a madman, and you know how winding these roads are." 

She grabbed the zipper on his jacket and pulled it up to his chin, pulled the visor of his cap, patted his shoulders. 

"Well, here's my ride, see tomorrow." 

For a second he was sure she was going to kiss him on the end of the nose. But then she was gone, sprinting to the car. 

He wheeled into the driveway of his house without remembering one thing about the ride back from the pond. 

The Pullout Party was great. Everybody showed up to get the floats and the docks out of the water. Marcie was trying to be really in charge again, probably because she mostly wasn't. The town Rec Supervisor was there and he was checking everything out so she was also showing off for him and since he was this guy right out of college and the assistant coach of the soccer team, and really good looking, Simon knew she was trying to impress him and probably flirt with him, too. So Simon knew, dammit, that he was kind of jealous, especially since he was basically just one of the peons. And this guy wasn't there for the day-to-day stuff so why should he be in on the party except that the Rec Department paid for it? 

Then, before they had the food, they elected a new Leader of the Guards. It turned out to be him. Then they had to do The Ritual, The Drowning Of The Leader. So they took Marcie out in the boat and dumped her in the middle of the pond. For a while she screamed and splashed. Then it was his job to go and save her. 

It was only half a joke, really, because they took the old leader really far out and then the new leader had to swim out and get the one without the board or the boat or anything. Then the old leader was supposed to act stupid and act desperate and try to drag the new one down. 

He didn't figure she would give him a really hard time, but he was wrong. She kicked, then twisted around and put her hands on his face and pulled on his hair and sank down so that had he had to pull her up again. 

Finally, he got smart and swam away under water and just let her hang and scream and then he swam back and grabbed her knees and spun her around, wrapped a strong arm around her and struck out for shore with a regular side stroke. 

He was pooped, but felt pretty good, and it was a bonus that the inside of his arm was up against her breasts and he could feel her nipples hard against it. She struggled for a while but then she went limp. He figured she was making him pull dead weight, just to test him some more, except that when he stopped to shift his hold she just slipped under. He realized that she must either still be acting and or maybe she really fainted. Anyway, he took it seriously.

By the time he got to where he could touch, his heart was knocking around his chest like a sneaker in the dryer. Everybody on the beach was screaming and calling him the weakling and out of shape and everything, but he could hardly hear them. He just kept swimming until he slid on the sand in the shallow warm water. Marcie was lying on his chest, her legs all tangled in his. 

He could have stayed like that forever. It seemed like time had stopped and there was nothing but the sand, the warm water, and the strange mix of bodies. But then he realized they were all shouting, " mouth to mouth, mouth to mouth, mouth to mouth". He had to do the last thing, which was doing all the right CPR things with his "drowning victim." 

The ritual was to start C P R, mouth to mouth with the victim and then everyone had a turn, guys usually did the hand thing with other guys, but the girls mostly just went ahead and did it. 

So they helped pull Marcie up onto the beach, and she was either out of it or pretending really well because she was really limp. He checked her pulse and breathing opened her mouth to make sure she hadn't swallowed her tongue, and then began the first breath. He had established a good rhythm when somebody tapped him on the shoulder.

"Good job, Chief. Mind if I cut in."

It was the Rec Leader. Simon was a little ticked. Outsiders weren't supposed to do this, but the guy was "the boss. He stepped aside and the Rec Leader started CPR. He couldn't be sure but it looked like Marcie was enjoying it.  

He didn't call Mrs. Transom until the following Monday night, and then a little too late, maybe 9:45. She was awake, though her voice sounded kind of muffled. They agreed he would come at two on Wednesday and work other days until the job was done or school started, whichever came first. 




The Lifeguard



"I think that I have all the tools you need. If you have your own gloves, you could bring them. Otherwise, I think my husband left some in the garage." 

‘Husband.' The word made him wince. Why did it bother him? And image of President Clinton came to mind, and he laughed; though he figured just because she looked like Hillary there was no reason her husband would look like the president. 

Her yard was a mess. It was obvious but no one had cleaned it up in a long time. The work wasn't easy. He thought it was going to be; she was going to just let him do a few odd things around the place and give him the money and just let him go; thanking him, feeling good that she could give him something back for saving her. 

But instead she started him out raking the gravel driveway that was still mounded up around the edges from a snowplow in winter. It had been a wicked winter, with more than 10 snows, and the gravel was all over the grass. She had him rake it out slowly until the lawn was all smooth and neat. 

Then there were all the wet leaves stuck under the bushes where sometimes he had to get down on his hands and knees and scoop them out. The front of his jeans got gross and muddy and all kinds of crap from the bushes dropped down the back of his neck. 

The thing was that every time he passed a window or a door there she was looking at him. She would give this tiny smile and salute him with the wine glass she was holding and then disappear again into the house. She kept calling him in and he would wait and she would put a hand on his shoulder and think a minute and offer him a drink and then give him something else to do. It was beginning to get old. But after a while he had done about everything that could be done. It was toward dinnertime and there was a chilly little wind off the lake. 

When he was done he went inside, but he couldn't find her. He called a couple of times but there was no answer. He figured maybe she was in the bathroom or something.  So he waited some more and then called again. This time he heard this muffled voice from upstairs. He couldn't get what she was saying so he went a few steps up this fancy winding staircase. 

"Mrs. Transom?" 

"Up here!" 

"Where?"

"Up the stairs. Go right."

He went on up. The door was at the end of the hall and he pushed it open. It was dark inside and there was a strong smell of cigarette smoke. 

"Do you smoke? " Her voice asked. It was very husky. The glow from her cigarette moved around at the back of the room. 

"No, I really don't." 

"Please come in and close the door. I need the dark. My eyes are sensitive, you see." 

"But you walk your dog in the sun."

"Naughty boy. That's true, but I always wear my sunglasses, don't I, except when I am falling in the lake. Now, please come over here. Do you drink wine? No? I'm having myself a glass of merlot. It's quite good merlot, but I believe I am worth it, don't you? Come here please." 

"I can't see you." 

"That's all right. Just follow my voice. I can see you. You know you are really quite tall, taller than I imagined. That's great, come here." 

He bumped what he thought was the arm of the chair, but it was actually her leg. Then he felt her hands come up and gently stroke his waist 

"Give me your hand. Oh, that such a nice hand. It's cool. But then of course you have been working outside with the wet grass and weeds. It is probably dirty, too. But I don't mind if it's dirty. You don't mind if I kiss it, do you. I am so grateful. Let me show you how grateful I am." 

She put his hand against her cheek, her neck. She slid it down her chest, turned it over and pressed his spread fingers against her breast. 

"You don't mind do you? Really, say you don't mind. This is not so strange, is it? And in the dark we have no age, no difference, only male and female."

A low, very soft animal sound came from her as she pressed his hand against her nipple, puckered into a tight knot. She rocked rocking against his hand, her breath raw and rough. He let it happen. He was just going to do what came next. 

"Wait! Wait! I need the other one." 

Her fingers fumbled along his body until she found the other hand. She pulled it toward her and led it downward. Simon felt heat. 

" Yes, that's it. That's just it! "

Frantically, she fumbled with his zipper. By the time she pulled out his cock it was so hard it ached. She engulfed it with her hot mouth, not a bit subtle, sucking it hard onto the back of her throat, pulling it halfway out and lathering it with her tongue, squeezing the tight head with her firm lips.

It was a strange dance because he still had his fingers buried deep in her hot wet and she ground herself against him, all the time moaning and speaking strange word sounds around his cock.

He could hold back no longer. With a loud cry that echoed through the room he unloaded into her mouth. She took it all and then some, swallowing like he was offering the purest water, sucking hard as though to drain every drop still deep in his balls. At the same time her hips bucked again and again against his hand and hot juice ran down through his fingers.

Finally she dragged his face down opposite hers and smothered his mouth in a kiss that still was scented with his own ripe spunk. She held him tight and pressed her wet lips against his ear.

"You've been such a good boy and that was so marvelous. You gave me so much that I hate to ask for more. But…if you think you still have the energy. You are such a strong boy. I would just love it if your would eat me. Oh please, I just need your mouth there. I ache for it. I ache for it."

When he left it was dark and he was exhausted. It was worse than saving Marcie at the Pullout Party. He felt as though he had given a pint of blood. 

He climbed on his bike and peddled slowly for home. He knew it was stupid to ride in the dark but he didn't want to call his mother to pick him up. He knew the roads, the tunnel of oaks on Maple Street, the long a stretch past the cornfield, some sleepy neighborhoods, the stretch past the swamp on Bowditch, the winding downhill run on Forest to home. 

He needed time, not so much to think as to let what had happened sort of move off a little way. He just wanted to ride. 

He was rounding the corner to Bowditch by the Paquin's horse farm when a skunk darted out. So that was what made him swerve out into the road and just then a big old Dodge Caravan came whipping up behind. It didn't really quite hit him, but the wind as it went by and the sand under his wheels, and even the guy's voice screaming "asshole!" all of them together pushed him to the right and made his front tire zigzag in the soft gravel and then he was still moving and bike wasn't; he was lifting into the air and snapping through thin trunks of saplings growing in the swamp, then landing on something hard in the cold, wet, mud. Then he was unconscious. 

He heard his mother's voice as the emergency crew lifted him out of the swamp. At first he had thought he was in bed and maybe his mom was vacuuming around the bed or whatever. It sort of fit with his waking up from a dream of drifting in the bottom of a rowboat half full of water and live fish. But then he realized there was some sort of a brace thing holding his neck stiff and he was strapped to something people were carrying. 

When he woke up again and he could tell by the smell that he was in a hospital. It was bright daylight. The sun was glaring off his sheets. He could only see with one eye and that one was very blurry. The other was covered. He tried to turn his head but a sharp pain went down his shoulder and into his arm. One of his legs felt really weird, all prickly and electric and he couldn't really feel his toes at all. When he tried to reach out and touch the bandages on his face his left arm didn't really work. Then he realized someone was holding his hand. 

" Mom? " 

"Uh uh." 

" Marcie? " 

" No, it's Anne. Anne Transom. How are you? How are you feeling?" 

He wanted to say something snappy but the best he could do was, " I can't feel much and what I do feel hurts. " 

"I'm so sorry. I feel to blame. I shouldn't have let you ride home at that hour. I told your mother I was sorry, but she said you probably would have insisted upon riding home anyway. I told her I would help out anyway I could." 

"Where's my mom?" 

"I don't think she has come in yet. It's an early, even before official visiting hours, but I had to..." 

"Don't you think you've done enough?" He wanted to pull his hand away but he didn't have the strength. "Look at me. What kind of shape am I in?" 

"I can't really tell. I'm sorry. Maybe you'd better let the doctor tell you. Oh, here's the nurse, I guess I'd better go." 

He felt her stand, still holding onto his fingers and pressing his hand to her chest for a minute. He didn't know what the nurse saw. Then he heard her footsteps and a bustling in the corridor, irritated whispers. 

The nurse came in to give him some pills. After he took a drink of water he needed to pee so he asked the nurse to help him up, but she just said:

"We have you all hooked up for now, so just go ahead and go. You're connected to a bag and I just changed that." 

It was the funniest feeling, all these people, all these women, they could see him, do things to him and he couldn't see them or do anything. It mixed him up. Part of him wanted to tear all the bandages and tubes and stuff off him and just leave. Another part wanted to play the prince and let them all wait on him. Another part just wanted to curl up and cry. 

When his mother finally showed up, the doctor showed up, too and she filled him in on what shape he was in. 

"You have a simple fracture of your left radius, that's a broken right forearm, and a fractured left hip and a sprained left ankle. The small trees in the swamp broke under your weight and some of them punctured you pretty badly. We have to keep an eye on those wounds. Some of them are pretty deep and could get infected. We are most concerned about your face. You have a lot of cuts and one branch tore the cornea of your left eye. We think we have it repaired but only time will tell. Your left eyelid was also badly ripped but that we stitched up right away. You are young and young people's bodies heal quickly. You should be fine soon. Because of the pain meds you may be groggy for a while. Any questions?" 

His mind was a blank, dopey, scared. Were they telling him everything? 

"Will I be here long? " 

"At least a week. We have to see how you heal." 

"This could get pretty boring. I can't watch TV, and I can't read." 

His mother sat on the bed beside him then placed a hand on his chest. 

"I brought the iPod® and a stuff you like. I figured I could go by the library and get you some books on tape. The kids from the lake and some of your other friends said they'd come by. I'm sure you'll be fine soon." 

They all came in to see him. He figured it was supposed to cheer him up. They said they brought balloons. Someone put the string in his hand. And then Lynne made a cake and he tasted some of it, chocolate with lemon frosting. But was mostly like they were having a party in his room and maybe he was the entertainment, a joke. They acted different, like he was somebody else, which he guessed maybe, he was. 

It was better when Marcie came and gave him a little kiss. But then someone started saying "mouth to mouth, mouth to mouth" and then all the girls kissed him and some of the guys said they would too. People kept saying it was a guy kissing him, so they were all laughing it up. And then there were gone. 

Each day that week he woke up with Mrs. Transom holding his hand. He thought maybe he should ask her not to; but he never did. He was afraid to hurt her feelings, sure she felt guilty about his going off the road. He didn't know about the rest of it. They didn't talk. She left almost as soon as he woke up. 

By the end of the week he could see fine out of his right eye. But then they gave him the bad news. He might never get full sight back in his left. He would have to wear a patch because the glare would be uncomfortable. Maybe they could do a special operation that would bring most of his sight back, but not for a year. Of course he figured that was the end of his job at the lake. 

He knew he was getting better when he stopped feeling sorry for himself and got mad instead. It had been a bad night. The feeling was coming back in his legs and his face and they were easing back on the meds. The room felt hot and he rolled on his sweaty sheets all night trying to get comfortable but not wanting to call the nurse for a pill or anything else. He didn't want to be a big baby.

He must have fallen asleep when it was just starting to get light. It seemed like he hadn't been asleep more than a few minutes when he suddenly woke up again with a yell. He had been dreaming that he was swimming naked in a huge bathtub. The water was very warm but there were hungry fish and maybe squids and stuff swimming all around him, brushing against him. When he opened his eye he discovered Mrs. Transom sitting on the bed. She was staring into his face with half closed eyes one hand kneading his, the other up under the covers stroking his leg.

"What the hell!" He snatched his hand away and it hurt like crazy when he did. If it had been Marie maybe they would have laughed when he screamed. But this was different.

"Oh! I'm sorry dear. Are you alright?"

"Please! Can you stop looking at me that way?! I tell you…I tell you it isn't your fault. I shouldn't have been riding home in the dark. That stupid, fucking car forced me off the road. I did this to myself. Just, please, please, stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what, dear?"

"Like I was some kind of wounded puppy you found in the street and you want to feed me some warm milk or something. I'm going to be okay. Just don't worry about me. It gives me the creeps, all this worrying." 

"But I care so much. First you save me…and then this. I need to…I want to…"

"Why don't you…just…leave me alone!"

It was then that he noticed his doctor standing in the doorway. A nurse came running in and the doctor got mad at her for allowing Mrs. Transom to be there before visiting hours. They both turned on Alice Transom and ordered her out of the room saying that it was very wrong of her to wake up a patient that way. He absolutely needed as much rest and healing as he could get. 

They came back in whispering to each other and glancing down the corridor at Mrs. Transom.

"I'm sorry," asked the doctor quietly. "Did she upset you?"

"No, not really. Well, yeah. It's just that I didn't sleep so well. The feeling is coming back everywhere and it hurts like a sunovabitch, and she…well, never mind."

"Do you want us to tell her not to come here?"

"I don't know. Aren't I getting out of here tomorrow or the next day, or something? I'll bet she won't be back. Not after this."

She didn't come back and he was feeling almost normal within a couple of weeks. Just sort of like he had been in a really rough touch football game or something. Of course he had to wear the patch. But it made him look really dramatic. The guys thought it was cool and Marcie called him Pirate Pete. They all started calling him Pete. Marcie started calling him My Pirate. They found little places to makeout and it was urgent, and fresh, and as sweet as a breeze off the lake.

His mom didn't want him riding his bike but when he got mad about it she cut him a deal. He had to get a rear view mirror for the handlebars. The crew kidded him about it, but not too much because they didn't want to cut him too deep.

The Saturday before school he went outside and noticed something attached with a rubber band to his bike. It was a note.

"I want to give you something to show I'm sorry about what happened. That's all and that will end it. Come to my house. Alice."

He could have just ignored it but he didn't want to. He didn't blame her for what happened or for what happened after that. He wasn't stupid, just following his ‘nose'. So he rode over to her house. Without telling anybody.

Nobody was there. He had knocked several times before he noticed another note wedged in the screen door. "There is a present for you out on my dock. I can't take care of him where I am going. I know you are a caring boy. Believe me, I have only wanted the best for you. Love. Alice."

He followed the winding brick walk through the garden to the dock. He stood looking out at the morning light glinting on the water. In the middle of the pond there seemed to be an old rowboat drifting but there was nobody in it and nothing on the dock. Did she want to give him a rowboat only it came untied and drifted away?

One of the posts seemed to have a rope attached to it. Could it have broken? It was leather and the end went under the dock. He pulled at it. It was heavy. He pulled and something muddy, matted and dark slid into sight. It was her dog, barely breathing.

He managed to drag it up on the dock. Was she that crazy? Had she tried to kill the dog because she was mad at him for sending her away, embarrassing her in the hospital? It was all too much. He sat down on the dock not knowing where to go, what to do. He took the dog's head in his lap and stroked its sad, wet fur. Probably she had left it on the dock and it had jumped in.

"You can't save everybody, dammit."

The dog weakly licked his hand. 

No one could see him, so he let himself bawl like a kid until no more tears came from his eyes. 

As the sun ducked behind the pines on the far side of the pond he headed home.



The Lifeguard



Today was Brianna's big day.

It was her 18th birthday, and she was ready to spend a great day at the beach, picking up guys and gals to take back to her hotel room to have good sex with. For this purpose, she had bought a small green string bikini that matched her beautiful eyes. Although not too revealing, her ample DD-cup tits always wanted to pop out of her top.

She grabbed her towel, a book, sunglasses, a hat, a skirt cover-up, sandals, and sunscreen, and put them in her bag, then headed down for the beach.

Upon arrival, she realized that she had to do something to gain attention. Thinking fast, she coyly undid her top, letting it fall to the ground, while shouting "OOPS! MY TOP FELL!"

That did it. Immediately, a small crowd of hot men and women had formed around her, including some lifeguards, to assist her. One sexy lifeguard in a Baywatch suit stood in front of Brianna, shielding her while she put her top back on. Grateful, she struck up a conversation with the woman, who was named Alison Rhodes. Alison was a redhead, 25, with blue eyes, C-cup titties, and was a bit on the pudgy side.

"Thank you Alison! That was so nice of you!"

"Don't mention it. Say, you're the only young one who hasn't teased me because of my weight. What gives?"

"Well, I think you look cute, Alison. My name is Brianna, by the way. Brianna Bailey. And I'm bisexual."

"Me too! Hey, I get off duty in a little while, so you wanna go fuck when I'm done? Then we can tan a little or something."

"Sounds great! See you around!"

Brianna had it good: people on the beach were coming up to flirt with her, and she responded in kind. She loved seeing the bulge that developed in all the men's shorts, cooing when she saw it. Meanwhile, the temperature continued to rise, and Brianna decided to go for a swim.

Entering the water, Brianna thought to herself, isn't this nice? She glanced around, and noticed people heading out of the water. She paid them no mind; in fact, she decided to piss while she was out here, since no-one else was around.

It felt good to pee, especially through her bikini. The water warmed up quickly. She looked up as she swam out, and noticed it was getting dark very early. The current was also a little rougher. She turned towards shore, and found it far, far away. Then all Hell broke loose.

The first wave tossed Brianna out of the water; she landed with a splash, plunging in headfirst. The next wave knocked her bikini bottom to her ankles. Brianna struggled to get them back up, but the waves were too strong, and she looked in dismay as they disappeared beneath the waves.

Half-naked, tiring, and scared, Brianna screamed for help. Alison, who was on the beach, heard her call, and launched a small motorboat to get Brianna.

As she reached Brianna, Alison leaned over the side, and Brianna grasped her hand. Water drained from Brianna's cunt as she fell into the boat.

"Thank heaven you are okay! And, might I compliment you on your twat?"

"Thank you. Now, let's get out of here!"

But the boat wouldn't start up again. As the two girls tried in vain to start the engine, they failed to notice the next wave bearing down on them.

The boat was knocked to shreds, and Brianna was relieved of the top of her bikini as she was knocked into the ocean. Alison swam over to her, grabbing her, and the two began to kiss. A further wave ripped away Alison's one-piece suit.

All seemed lost, as the two naked women began fucking in their last moments alive, when, suddenly, they were whisked ashore by another wave. Holding each other tightly, the two women, soaking wet and orgasming, screamed in fear and pleasure as the sun rose after the long, hard storm.



The Lifeguard



College Baby-

I felt the cool water envelope my body as I dove into the pool. The water felt so good after the workout I had just completed at the gym. It was my routine, every morning at six, workout, swim, shower, and then head to my class. Such was the schedule of this college girl. 

I went under the water and just enjoyed the weightless feeling I always loved. Two, then three, and soon I had made twenty laps. I heard the whistle and glanced up at the life guard. I always enjoyed looking at him; he had such a sexy body. He was around six foot with dark hair and gorgeous brown eyes that could make a girl dream about him. 

"Just thought I would let you know it's 7:15, I know you always leave around then for your classes." 

He smiled down at me from that chair thing and I felt a little tingle of excitement course through me before I made myself calm down. 

"Thanks, I really appreciate it. I didn't even notice." 

I smiled at him and swam to the ladder. As I climbed out I was embarrassed to find that my nipples were showing through the thin padding on my bathing suit. I usually didn't wear this one because of that but I had been in such a rush this morning. I wrapped the towel around me quickly, glancing over at the lifeguard who was the only other person in here this early. He hadn't seemed to notice. 

I waved as I walked out the door and he caught my eye. He nodded back. It must be so boring sitting there with nothing to do all morning. I guess it is a job though. I walked through the doors to the ladies locker room and grabbed my bag from the shelf. I always took my showers here after swimming to save the ten minutes it would take to walk back to the dorm. 

I choose the biggest shower stall that had a new shower head. It was really made for the physical therapy part of this gym, for someone in a wheel chair. Yet no one had ever said anything to me about using this one.

It was my favorite because it was so large and roomy. MUCH better than the little community showers in my dorms. I hummed a little tune as I laid out my dry clothes on a little chair right the shower. I always stepped in and closed the curtains before pulling off my bathing suit. Always worrying about someone seeing me. I hung it on the peg outside on the wall and let the warm water cascade over me. I let out a heavy sigh. It felt so good. 

I grabbed my shampoo and lathered up my long brown hair keeping my eyes closed to avoid the soap. I rinsed it off and applied conditioner and while I let it stay in my hair for a bit I lathered up my sponge and started to wash my body. I wasn't a very big person, just a little under 5'3. I am very petite and with the exercise and lifestyle I have I am in good shape. I was washing my thigh when I started to get a little worked up. Something that happened often lately. Being a single gal is hard. Plus this shower time was about the only privacy I could find. 

I let the water run over my back while I used the sponge to wash my inner thighs, belly, and breasts. Moaning a little as it felt so good. I sat the sponge down and caressed my breast pinching my nipples just a little. Then I slid my hand down my stomach and touched my hot wet pussy. I loved how soft the pubic hair was, it was newly grown hair since I had only just decided to stop shaving since I didn't really have anyone to please by it. I felt how soft my clit was and just fascinated myself by rubbing all over my pussy and playing with my nipple with my other hand. I was really getting carried away now. My sexual pleasure overcoming the little fear I had of another girl coming in. 

Oh it was so good. I rubbed faster with my fingers, occasionally sliding one or two into me. It felt SO good. Oh, just so good. I was so carried away this morning and I knew why, him. This happened sometimes after seeing that wonderfully delicious lifeguard. I always found myself wondering how his dick would feel inside me. What his cum would taste like. How much pleasure his wonderful body could give to me. 

I tried to scream as I felt the shower curtain open but a hand covered my mouth and shoved me to the wall, the water running over both of us.

I was restrained well with his powerful body. "I could help you with that you know." He whispered in a gruff voice. Those dark eyes I had so often admired lustfully took in my breasts which were heaving. I shook my head no automatically but, somewhere inside me, that animalistic urge was fighting its way out. Almost ready to beg to be fulfilled. 

"I could fuck you like you need to be fuck." He pressed his huge member against my stomach and I almost melted from wanting it so badly. I knew my eyes got big. "You can't just come bouncing in here, wiggling that fine ass around and not expect to get something." I almost shook my head no again, almost started to struggle as I realized what was happening, almost. But then I realized I wanted it. So badly, my pussy was leaking already at just the thought, I could feel it running down my leg.

Lifeguard-

Really things probably wouldn't be so bad if my lifeguard shift was not in the morning when I always woke up so hard and horny. Just can't help it I was 22 and just hadn't had nearly enough sex I suppose. so this day when I talked to her just a lil and as she headed off to the shower with a smile and those knobby nipples I worked up the courage to try and spy on her. I had thought about it for weeks and worked it all out. i knew no one EVER came in this early and with the way the locker room was set up I could easily run out and be at the mutual exit for male and female and have plausible deniability. Besides if all else failed I could say I thought she had already left or hide in a stall. I had already made a dry run once before and was pretty confident I could do it. She was in that handicapped stall with the shower curtain that was just a wee bit to small cuz it was so large but no one cared cuz it was the last one. And well I don't know if she had some what the same idea that I had about being alone cuz I could hear her moaning and i knew what that meant. the freak only came out when no one else was around.... I love to see a chick finger fuck her own pussy and to see her do it all on her own thinking no one could see was a major turn on. It wouldn't be like porn where a person is acting it would be all raw and natural. 

Ooo yes it was good, what I knew was she had a tight lil pussy from her petite frame and a nice round ass to top it all off. Always a bonus since some small girls are kinda flat. And... o o wait o yea baby she was seriously grabbing her tits!!!! O god I knew it, I just knew it, she is a freak. No just trying to get off, but loving it, exploring it, yes, she would defiantly be a good fuck for sure. O god, I was so hard cum dripping down my leg it had been so long and I was so tired of not getting any, feeling like life was passing me by and hearing every one else's wild stories. I don't know what it was that took over. kinda scared myself for a few moments and before I knew it, I was in the shower with her with my hand over her mouth pressing my hard cock against her almost menacingly like a criminal with a gun to her back threatening her to do what I say. I have never been violent but I almost felt as though i could rape her and I don't know maybe I would, I was starting to panic now I had pounced on my prey but was not ready for the kill, this could be bad so so very bad I have no excuse now, o god, o god I'm going to jail. But then i felt her body change. And in that instant in that cosmic lustful connection that connects opposite sexes I sense that she liked it. She was scared but not going to scream. Here was my chance I had to make her like it or it was my life for sure. "I could help you with that you know", I said." I could fuck you like you need to be fucked" I said to her as she turned around and I pressed my still hard dick still so menacingly against her belly. This time threatening her daring her as to say best be sure you want to fuck this cuz you don't know what you're getting into you innocent lil girl....

-College baby-

That's when I just gave into the wanton desire in me. I nodded and he let go of my mouth and pushed down on my shoulders. I sank to my knees willingly and took his thick cock in my mouth sucking on just the head. I gave myself into this completely as he tangled his fingers in my wet hair. I could feel the hot spray from the water hit my face and body as it bounced off of him and onto me. I worked like this for awhile, on my hands and knees sucking his cock head like a little whore. I was feeling like one for sure.

That's when I could tell I was worked up enough and swallowed his cock up to the base. I'm heard him gasp and mutter something as he braced himself against the wall. I slid his dick in and out of my wet mouth using my tongue on the bottom of his shaft. I could feel him inside my throat touching my tonsils, he was just so big. The thought made me even wetter. 

I didn't resist as he started to fuck my face. Holding onto my hair just above my ears on both sides. He leaned his head against the wall to brace and watched himself move in and out of my mouth. I put on the best show possible purposely letting spit slide down my chin. He paused, and then pulled himself out of my mouth. I was so disappointed until I realized what was coming next. He pulled on my hair and I took it as my queue to stand up. 

He lifted me up and shoved me against the wall to brace us both. He held me there and I felt him guiding his cock to my pussy. He slowly rubbed around the outside on my thighs and the edges of my pussy lips driving me insane with lust. "You want this bad don't you? You want my dick in you?" I nodded ready to beg if I had to. "Good." With that he shoved himself inside me with one thrust. My body stretched around him and it felt SO amazing. I was so wet. He groaned as he slide inside me. I thanked god I was on the pill because there was no condom. It felt so right being so full. Never had I been so filled up with cock before.

He started to fuck me hard right away. We both knew I was ready for it. With one arm around me he used the other free hand to squeeze my tit roughly. It felt so good and I started to buck against him making his dick go in harder and further. 

"Oooo.....oh....shit...yes, fuck me hard....oh yes" I heard myself say in-between the poundings. I loved the way I could feel the hot steamy water on us and his hand on my breasts. He fucked me hard and I felt my boobs jiggling from the pounding.

I felt him slip out and heard him gruffly tell me turn around. I did so on shaky legs. "Bend over." He told me and I put my hands on the floor in front of me with my ass in the air. He grabbed my waist and wasted no time stuffing is dick back into my waiting pussy. He started the rhythm and I felt his balls slapping me and then one of his hands grabbed my breasts again and the other reached around and rubbed my clit sending me over an edge and making me moan. I felt an orgasm coming and I felt his cock pulse and knew his was close too. I felt my orgasm explode through me and I cried out. He was still fucking me and the pleasure was unbearable. I felt my pussy tighten around him and that took him over the edge and I felt his cum shoot out inside me. He was still going hard and fast. 

I heard him breathing heavy and he grabbed my hair pulling my head up and pushing my body against the tile wall still fucking me as hard as possible. The small stone tiles felt hard against my body but only added to the excitement. It felt so amazing and I was disappointed when he stopped. I felt him slip out of me and heard the curtain open. I thought he was leaving which made my heart sink being used like that but I felt a tug on my elbow and saw that he wanted me to sit in the chair. I did so and he sank to his knees with his face in front of my pussy. He leaned in with no mercy and licked and suck my pussy cleaning up the mix of his cum and mine and in the process giving me another orgasm.

I was in a daze as he slowly towel dried and trailed kisses all over my body. I couldn't believe what had just happened. He had just fucked me so rough and hard and now he was treating me like a princess. He had slipped on his red trunks and then helped me get dressed. Handing me different items and sucking my nipples before fastening my bra. 

Finally he tilted my head back and kissed me. Deeply, soundly, oh so passionately. I gazed into his eyes and saw a spark there. One that gave me hope this wasn't just something he did with all the girls that swam here. 

"See you tomorrow Brittney." I was shocked to find out he knew my name and he smiled in such a way I knew I wasn't going to have to be pleasuring myself anymore. And then he tucked a curl behind my ear and started to walk out the door. 

"Wait...what's your name?" He looked down for a moment before pinning me with his dark gaze.

"Come back in the morning and I'll tell you." With that he walked out the door. I knew then that I would be coming to the gym every morning now for sure.

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Hi all, my husband and I have just started writing these stories and we would love any helpful feedback. What did you like? WHat did you not? Anything and everything. My husband may finish his part, the lifeguard, sometime later but as this is only our second story I just wanted to get it posted and figure out if we are even headed in the right way with this. Thanks so much!! L&B



The Lifeguard



"I told you NOT to run by the pool, young lady."

I looked up from my position on the wet concrete. It wasn't the best position to be in, especially considering that Matt Shepherd, the city's hottest lifeguard, was standing over me, one leg on both sides...if I sat up, my mouth would be at his crotch.

I swallowed and tried not to think about the fact that my brand new string bikini was basically all string at this point and very little bikini.

"S-sorry." I mumbled, my mouth so dry it felt like sandpaper. What else could I say? I had been running. By the pool. After he told me not to... I'd tried to stop. Really I did. But I'd been running too fast; the pavement had been slicker than I thought, and so I'd fallen right on my ass, right in front of him, right after he told me to stop. My face was on fire. I'd been so bad. I couldn't even say this was the first time I'd broken the rule or that I'd never do it again. We both would have known that was a lie. 

See, sometimes, when I get excited or nervous, I break out into a run. It's weird, I know, but I've done it all my life and I have no idea why. I've never been able to stop. Most of the time, like today, I don't even realize I'm running until it's too late. 

And today, I'd gotten really really excited...and taken off running. Of course, it was his fault. Not that I could ever tell him that. But it was. I mean, I took off running because he had noticed me. For the first time. Ever. Really noticed me. 

I've been in love with Matt Shepherd for as long as I can remember. He's been a lifeguard at the pool during summer breaks since he started college at the University of Arizona. Now he's in medical school here, but he still works at the pool between semesters. I don't know if it's because he needs the money or he loves it...but I suspect it's the money since I've never seen him so much as crack a smile when he's working. He's built like a jock and looks like a dark haired Adonis, but the sharp look in his eyes gives away his intelligence...and his sternness. I would walk through fire for Matt Shepherd... Not that he cared.

To him, I was just the nerdy high school girl with frizzy hair and glasses that is always hanging out at the college pool (my pass to the pool is one of the only perks of being a professor's daughter). To make matters worse, I've never worn a suit that didn't look like it could've come out of a 1950s store. At least, not before today. 

Today, I look hot. I know I do. I've spent the last three weeks with my gorgeous cousins from California, cousins I didn't know I had until a few months ago, getting a super makeover. It's a long story, but my mom and dad got divorced when I was a baby. She ran off with another man and my dad got full custody of me. I've spent the last year dealing with my anger at her, for abandoning me, and the last couple months trying to find her. I guess I hoped, if I found my mom, I would find myself somehow too. 

I realized, shortly after turning 18, that I'd spent my whole life with my nose buried in a book, trying to live through characters instead of myself. To put it bluntly, that had not been working out too great. I had no friends, no boyfriend, no life... other than the one I had in my dreams. So I'd talked to my dad and he'd reluctantly given me permission to start the search. 

The priest who'd married my parents had taken pity on me and given me the phone number of my mom's sister, now a nurse in LA. My dad had never heard of her. I called her and she'd never heard of us either. 

I didn't get to confront my mom, because she'd died a year before. Aunt Tina said it was a drug overdose... hearing that, I was almost glad she left us. My dad is the last person in the world who'd ever get involved with drugs. He teaches health and wellness classes at the nursing, public health, and medical schools on campus. I've always wondered if Matt's been in one of his classes, but been too embarrassed to ask. My crush on Matt has always been my deepest secret...nobody knows, and that definitely includes him. I think I'd die of shame if he realized how much I wanted him and all of the things I've thought about doing with him or to him or having him do them to me...

Feeling his eyes on me, I realized my secret was in serious danger. I was pretty sure my whole body was blushing as I felt him look and it felt like my nipples were about to poke through the tiny triangles of cloth barely holding in my breasts.

I'd never been pretty before. And I sure didn't feel pretty now. Even though, I knew I was. I'd flown out to meet my Aunt, who had two cousins my age that looked like models (one of them actually is a model, in fact). They were slender, leggy, and had perfectly tan skin, hair down their back, and sparkling blue-green eyes. I couldn't believe we were related. They, on the other hand, had burst into laughter when they first saw me, but it wasn't because they were mean. They said I looked just like they had in Junior High. 

Apparently, my state of un-attractiveness was entirely self-imposed. If I'd never met them, I swear I never would have known. Dad is wonderfully kind, but completely clueless when it comes to make-up, hair, and fashion for young women. And since I read almost constantly, I didn't have a lot (or any) other friends to turn to. Until I met my cousins Shana and Lace, who spent almost the entire time we were together dragging me to malls, stylists, and the beach. I'd even done a mock photo-shoot with a famous photographer who'd offered me a modeling job. I told him I'd think about it...I'm still not sure if modeling and majoring in engineering are compatible. 

Today, I was wearing the same bikini I'd worn during the shoot and I'd done my hair and make up exactly the way the stylists had shown me. When I'd walked past Matt, he'd stopped talking in the middle of his conversation and just stared. That's when I had not played at cool and waited for him to recognize me, but instead taken off running. He was staring again now but this time he definitely had the upper hand. "Get up." 

I waited for him to move. He didn't. I just stared.

"Do not make me tell you again." 

I gulped at the steel in his voice and then scrambled to crawl out from under him. I might, as well have been naked, my bikini moved so much. But if I hadn't crawled, I would have inevitably bumped into his crotch with my face and then... 

After apologizing the whole time I got up, as soon as I was standing I started to walk away slowly, praying I would not start running. again. I felt his hand immediately circle my left wrist and tighten, drawing me back. My breath caught.

"Not so fast, Alyana, I'm not through with you yet." 

"Y-you know who I am?" I couldn't believe it. Other than scolding me for running around on the wet pavement, he'd never given me the time of day. 

"Yeah. Not saying it didn't take me a minute to recognize you in that get-up, Ms. Stevens, but you've been coming to the pool and breaking the rules for over five years now ... so yeah, I know you and that is not a good thing." He dropped my wrist and let the reminder of my bad behavior hang in the air. I felt tears forming. I was in love with him and he thought of me as nothing more than a naughty child. 

I swallowed hard, trying to hold them back, but I just couldn't and I felt a drop of wetness slide down my cheek. I just looked at him then, hurt and vulnerable. He stared back, calm, but without a trace of sympathy.

He looked away and called out to one of the other lifeguards, "Tim, I need to take the rest of the day off, can you watch the pool? We're double staffed and I've got something I need to take care of." Tim said sure and Matt turned back to me. 

"What," I spoke slowly, forcing myself not to cry or stutter, "are you going to do with me now?"

He moved a step closer and raked his eyes over me again. I'd never felt more naked in my life. I would have given anything for my frumpy one piece back.

"Ms. Stevens," his voice still stern, even at a whisper, "what happens to girls who break the rules multiple times, even when they are warned to stop?"

My eyes must have grown to twice their size as my stomach twisted into knots. I wanted to cry that it wasn't fair! I couldn't help it! Instead, I tried to bravely meet his hard gaze, "well," I started, "there are usually consequences." I thought for a minute, wondering if I had the courage to say another word. "Sometimes they are... punished." Apparently, I did. And I almost thought I saw him crack a tiny smile. 

"Exactly, Ms. Stevens." He started to turn and then stopped to say, "you will pick up your towel and follow me immediately."

"Yes sir," I said, not being sassy so much as conditioned to years of being taught to mind my manners. I started to scurry towards my towel. "Walk!" He yelled. And I cringed. Looked like he was right. Him knowing me - at least as the running girl -- was not a good thing at all. 

The walk to the locker rooms was silent. We went through the back way, by the manager's offices, and I followed him into the one private room, hearing the door lock behind us. This room was usually reserved for staff and VIPs. I'd never even been in it.

It was well lit and airy, with a small shower, a bathroom, and a single row of lockers. Fresh towels and toiletries were sitting on the bench. He moved them ominously to the floor and sat down, knees spread apart, hands folded in his lap; he looked way too relaxed. I started backing away towards the door.

"Alyana," His voice stopped me. I couldn't believe I'd longed for him to say my name even once for years when it made me so terrified. "Yes." I answered forcing myself to be calm, to not stutter. For a second, I almost thought I saw the hint of a smile again. He crooked his finger at me and I shuffled a few steps closer. The raise of his eyebrows told me I needed to get closer still. Every step felt like a mile. Finally, I was standing between his legs. 

He moved his hands up to lightly touch my hips and I let myself dream, for half a second, that maybe he did that because he actually wanted to touch me and wasn't just trying to get me attention. 

"I should kick you out of the pool, you know." I blushed and nodded, I knew he should, I really had been breaking the rules over and over. "We've told you," he stopped, "I've told you not to run at the pool so many times. It really is dangerous. You could have gotten seriously hurt when you fell today. I've seen -- " He shook his head, probably stopping himself from telling me some gory story that I definitely did not want to hear.

"I know. I'm sorry." It was all I could think to say. I mean, I really couldn't help it, and I definitely didn't want to be forced out... if I was, I might never see him again. 

"I let you stay mostly because I felt sorry for you." His hands tightened fractionally on my hips. Ordinarily, the gesture would have thrilled me. Now, I only heard the words, which felt like a dagger to my heart. He pitied me. I tried to jerk away, but his hands only tightened more, holding me in place.

"Stop. Anybody would have. I don't think you can actually help the running thing; it seems to be a nervous tic for you...or something. And you had no friends, only books...I could tell this was the one place you enjoyed coming, and..." He sighed, "I could tell you were in love with me."

I tried again to get out of his grasp, feeling my face flame and praying the floor would swallow me whole. I thought I'd done such a good job keeping my secret and now -- I knew -- he'd known all along. The shame and embarrassment was painfully inescapable. 

"Why don't you just kick me out then?" I cried. "We both know I deserve it. And it's not like I'll ever come back now, anyway."

"Grow up, Alyana, you're not the first girl who has ever had a crush. It's perfectly normal to have the hots for a lifeguard, not that big of a deal." His words just sank the dagger deeper. I gave up trying to get away though. There was no point; his hands were like a vice. Unable to escape, I allowed myself to get annoyed with his characterization of my "crush."

"I'm not sure you appreciate the depth of my feelings for you, Matt Shepherd. I fell in love with you the first time I laid eyes on you and it's only gotten worse since. I would do anything for you, walk through fire, rob a bank, let you fuck me, anything."

I could tell I'd shocked him. Mostly because he was blushing, but also because his hands loosened, at least momentarily on my hips.

"Is that true?" He barely got the words out. I just nodded, tears still sparkling in my eyes. 

"Alyana, you've got to understand something about me. I don't know you well enough to know how I feel about you, but I am --" He paused and, for the first time ever, I saw a smile, "very attracted to you. And seeing you today -- after whatever it is that you've done to yourself -- lying nearly naked on your back by the pool... it was hot. Really hot. You are probably the prettiest girl I've ever seen. That's why I mentioned bringing you here and hinted at punishing you... I couldn't stop myself. I never thought you'd actually go along with it."

When he said it, that I was pretty, I actually felt like I was... Part of me wanted to take off running again, but a different part, a stronger part, stayed. I almost didn't hear the rest of what he was saying. About punishing me. Just the thought gave me chills. I'd fantasized about something similar, but I'd never ever thought it might become my reality... with Matt Shepherd.

He took one hand off my hip and gently traced a line down my thigh, "but you did go along with it, didn't you?" 

My knees went weak and I had to force myself to say something. "I did." 

"And now... you're here... saying you'll do anything for me, including let me fuck you." Now, after hearing him say that, I knew it was futile to try to continue to stand. I fell to my knees, between his legs, and did my best to evenly meet his dark stare.

"I am."

"Alyana, do you know what bdsm is?" He asked quietly. I nodded slowly, knowing my darkest dream was coming true. 

His jaw tightened for a moment, then relaxed, "how?'

"I spend way too much time on the internet." I quipped, enjoying his soft laughter for the first time. 

"Then you should know that I like to be dominant, to a certain degree, with women. IF we are together, in any way, I will want and expect to lead you, teach you, play with you, and punish you occasionally, both for fun and when you require it, as I believe you do today. Do you understand?" 

I started to nod, trying not to let too much of my excitement show, and then stopped myself. I needed to ask the question. "Punish me how?" 

He tucked his hand under my chin and lifted my face up to his until our mouths were almost touching, "I want to spank you." He moved his mouth to the outer edges of my ear and continued to whisper, "spanking is my thing, I love your ass, by the way, I can't wait to feel it under my hand." I was glad I was already kneeling because I felt myself trembling everywhere. My bikini bottoms were far wetter than they'd been in the pool. And he wasn't even finished. "I'm also into light bondage, toys, nothing too over the top... and I'm a firm believer in taking care of you before, during, and after whatever we decide to do, which means you'll get a safe word today and I expect you to use it if you need to."

His words were making me so hot. But the combination of what he was saying and his mouth gently tracing my ear lobe and the base of my neck... that was going to make me explode... I told him as much and he laughed again, full-throated and free, just hearing it for the first time made me smile. 

"That's all sounding good to you then?"

I nodded fervently. He responded by pulling me up and pushing me face down across his lap. "The word 'yellow' is for slow down and 'red' is for stop completely...understand?"

"Yes." And because I knew this was important I repeated, "yellow tells you to slow down and red means stop."

I felt him pat my butt and squirmed.

"Good girl... about the safe words only, I mean. Other than that you've been a very bad girl today, haven't you?"

I didn't say anything, wondering how many times I was going to come during this 'punishment.' I've always been very very sensitive and just the thought of a spanking was about to send me over the edge.

Smack! I heard it the instant before I felt the sting. Hurt a bit more than a thought it would, but I still almost came. "Ouch." I tried to reach up to rub where he'd spanked, but he pushed my hand back down and smacked me again.

"You didn't answer my question."

"Yes," I answered, feeling myself get wetter just thinking the words, "I've been a very bad girl today." I felt him getting as hard as I was wet as his hands gently rubbed me now, his fingers sliding against the fabric along the crack of my ass.

"You were running by the pool, weren't you?" Another smack! Again I tried to cover my butt with my hand but he pushed my hand back down again, "if you don't stop that, I will tie your hands together. Now answer my question."

"Yes, I was running." Smack! "You'll say 'yes sir' when you are getting a spanking from me, understand?"

"Yes sir." I was catching on, which was good, since even as turned on as I was, the spankings were starting to smart. Guess that was kinda the point though.

"You know that running by the pool is dangerous, but you keep doing it, don't you?"

"I can't help it!" I asserted, indignant since I thought he'd said he knew that. Smack. Smack. Smack. Three more spankings. I tried to wiggle off his lap, but his one hand pressed down firmly on my back, while the other teased me through my bikini bottoms sliding gently from the front, barely skimming my clit, to the indentation of my cheeks. I moaned and came, so wet there's no way he couldn't have known. He didn't mention it.

"Watch your tone when you answer my questions and don't come until I say you can." His voice sounded stern again. 

"Yes sir." I thought it best not to protest and I was also still basking in the afterglow of my delicious orgasm and not really listening very well.

Smack! He must have known. That got my attention back. 

"Now, I know you think you cannot stop yourself from running when you get excited or nervous, but I think you're wrong." 

He continued his gentle teasing of my pussy and ass through the swimsuit...it was making me ache. "I think a good hard spanking will remind you not to run, and not running will keep you safe." He moved his other hand to my face, sliding his thumb along my lips. 

"I want to keep you safe." He whispered. My heart melted, but I stayed silent, pressing a gentle kiss to his thumb instead of speaking. 

"I am going to untie your swimsuit, pull down your bikini, and spank you five more times. You are not allowed to come 'again' until I reach five. And after your five spankings you may only come when you've promised to never run away again. Do you understand your punishment?"

I was starting to... and having to wait to come was beginning to sound like the worst part. But I instinctively new better than to argue. And I was even starting to think a good spanking might actually help me with my running problem... it was a little Freudian, yes... but I couldn't deny how hot I was finding it. 

"Yes sir." 

"One..." He certainly didn't waste any time; it felt like his hand hit my ass the same second he'd reached for my bikini strings and ripped down the bottoms. That spanking was much harder than the others; those, I realized, must have been warm-ups. "Two... Three... Four..." 

My whole body felt lit with the same fire I was beginning to feel burning on the skin of my cheeks. I felt hot everywhere with excitement and my pussy was so wet and tight the orgasm felt unstoppable. I clenched my teeth and my thighs, praying I could hold it in... I could almost see his smile. He held off on the last spanking, choosing instead to torture me.




The Lifeguard



His fingers danced across the bare skin of my ass. "Lovely," I heard him murmur. Then his hands slid down, his fingers reaching to tangle in the curls at the apex of my thighs, I felt fingertips graze my clit and couldn't contain a little scream. His other hand pressed against my mouth, reminding me to contain myself. Then moved to push the fabric of my top out of the way and toy with my nipples, lightly squeezing and releasing until my head was spinning. When I begged him to stop that, he just fingered my clit again, drawing quick tight circles with increasing pressure.

"Please..." I was really begging now, my voice sounding more like a whine, "I'm going to come... I can't help it... please let me... Please!" 

He lifted his hand from my burning cunt and asked softly, "are you going to say yellow??? Or red???"

I groaned and shook my head, "not yet sir."

"Then, I'm not going to stop yet. This is part of your punishment." His fingers returned to my pussy and I felt myself start to cry. "Good girl..." He whispered, ironically offering me encouragement despite the fact that he was my tormentor. "Keep letting me touch you... Hold it in... Don't come yet..." 

His finger slipped inside me and I almost screamed again. I felt only slightly better when I heard him moan, "you're so hot, wet, and tight...perfect... we're almost done sweetheart." His thumb pressed against my asshole while his finger was buried in my pussy. I was near sobbing now and about to cry "red" when his fingers left me. I felt that final spank, his now wettened hand smacking hard against my ass. "Five."

I almost came as soon as I heard it, then I remembered his rule. "Good girl" He said, seeing I'd waited, his hand moved against me, his fingers back to where just where they had been before the final spank. "I promise to never run away again." I whispered and then I came. Violently. All over his finger, his swimsuit trunks, the floor. He fucked me with his fingers throughout my orgasm, softly whispering, "damn" as I came down from it, shuddering over his lap.

"Thank you sir." I said softly. A second later he turned me over, cradling me to him as my bikini pieces fell to the floor. 

"You are so hot." His mouth met mine before I could form a response. His tongue deep, his lips insisting, I pressed against him, wanting more, knowing I would never get enough. Not really.

"And don't thank me yet." He slid one hand between my legs again, while moving his mouth to my breasts and sucking gently on my nipples. With his other hand, he reached for the pull on his swim trunks. I came again and he just laughed, adding, "We're just getting started."

"And now - your punishment is over," he brushed his lips back against mine, "please come as much as you want...it's so hot. I think I could spend the rest of my life just watching you orgasm."

I came again instantly at that. And again and again. When he reminded me of my offer to let him fuck me... I was already lying on the bench with my legs spread. waiting. 

He buried himself inside me and heard me gasp at the shock of his big hard cock deep in my cunt. It was so much...more than I'd expected. And I could hardly breathe trying to adjust to all the sensations assaulting me - pleasure, discomfort, intensity, more pleasure...I knew it'd just get more intense when he started moving, started riding, me.

"I'm your first, aren't I?" He asked, but it wasn't a question. Not really. He knew.

I turned bright red, I'd kinda hoped he just wouldn't notice that I wasn't experienced. So much for that. I groaned and tried to cover my face with my hands. He pulled them away. "Shh...it's nothing to be ashamed of. Some girls wait." He kissed me deeply and held my arms pinned over my head. "I'm glad you did." 

I kissed him again and let the sensations of both intense relief and intense pleasure wash over me.

He buried his face against my neck and bit gently at my shoulder as he rocked against me, slowly at first, then faster...and harder until we both came together, trying hard not to cry out. 

Hours later, still in that private locker room at the pool house, I lay in his arms, thinking he had drifted asleep. "Just so you know," I heard him murmur, "I love you too."

I knew then, that he'd more than done his job as a lifeguard because I loved him so much I would have given my life for him. In loving me back... he'd saved it. 

And I've never run from anything or anyone, least of all him, since.



The Lifeguard



Mary stood outside the gate of the pool in the rapidly cooling air as the sun went down. She wrapped her arms around herself for warmth, as she looked around for her ride, which was, of course, nowhere to be seen. Her friend, Jennifer was supposed to pick her up after her shift working as a lifeguard this evening but apparently forgot all about it. It looked like Mary was going to have to walk home. 

As she moved to pick up her bag a car drove into the parking lot and parked right up front. Finally! What took her so long? Mary thought as she moved toward the car only to realize that it was in fact not Jennifer like she had thought but some guy. The driver's side window rolled down and he stuck his head out and yelled "Are you guys still open? I wanted to swim laps!"

"No, we closed half an hour ago..."

"Then what are you still doing here?" the man inquired.

"Oh... Um, my ride is late," she replied. 

"How far is your house from here?"

"Like three miles..."

"Let me give you a ride!" He said, "I don't want you to have to walk that far at night."

Mary paused. She had no idea who this guy was and it was kind of sketchy to get in a car with a total stranger, but how else was she going to get home? "Are you sure?" She asked, "I don't want you to have to go out of your way for me."

"Of course I'm sure," the man said, "It's not that far anyways."

"Ok," Mary replied and entered the car through the passenger side. 

Mary gave the man her address and it turned out that he lived right across the street from her. On the drive they got into a rather in depth discussion about each other's lives. Mary told him all about how she got her first job as a lifeguard that summer at 18 which is why she couldn't drive herself home because she wasn't old enough to even have her own license yet. The man turned out to be a 28-year-old software developer named James. Before long they were idling in front of her house. 

Mary looked in the driveway and there was no one home. She sighed heavily, "I think I'm locked out. What else could go wrong today?"

"If you want, you can come over to my place and wait until someone gets home," James said.

"God, I owe you big time."

"I'm sure we can figure something out," he said winking and almost hinting at something darker and causing an unusual heat to spread through Mary's body. 

She shook off the strange feeling as James pulled his car into the driveway of his own house. As they walked inside he rested his hand in the small of her back guiding her through the door and she felt that strange heated feeling spreading out from the center of her stomach to the rest of her body. Mary stumbled a bit but caught herself before falling to the floor. "Sorry," she said her cheeks reddening from embarrassment, "I'm a bit clumsy."

James chuckled. "Don't worry about it," he said closing the door behind them. He then reached down to brush a piece of hair out of her face only causing her to blush more. 

Mary could feel the same heated feeling coursing through her body, originating from between her legs. She looked back up at James only to see him leaning in as if to kiss her. Mary panicked then trying to back up only to be stopped in her tracks by the wall behind her. James engulfed her with his body, pressing her up against the wall and covering her mouth with his, inducing a small squeak of protest that was soon muffled by his kiss.

He gradually moved down her neck kissing and nibbling while running his hands all over her young body. Mary began to struggle against him, trying to free herself from his grasp. "Let me go," she protested quietly, "I want to go home."

"Your parents aren't back yet, Mary." He growled into her neck, "You don't have anywhere to go." 

Mary continued to struggle against not only James but herself as well. She didn't want to admit to herself that she was actually enjoying the attention he was giving her body. She had never even kissed a boy before today much less felt the acute arousal he was instigating in her. She barely even knew the logistics of sex. But here she was, being felt up by a complete stranger and she couldn't do anything to stop him. 

James backed ever so slightly to remove the shirt from Mary's lifeguard uniform and Mary saw her chance for escape. As he was pulling it over her head she slipped out from under his arms leaving him with only her shirt in her place. She quickly bolted for the door, but before she could even turn the handle she was hoisted into the air and flung over James' shoulder. "Oh no you don't," James said and he carried her deeper into the house. 

"Let me go!" Mary yelled pounding her fists on his back.

"Am I going to have to gag you?" James asked as he flung her onto his bed.

Mary inhaled deeply preparing to scream at the top of her lungs when her breath was cut short by a red rubber ball being shoved into her open mouth. James climbed on top of her, pinning her arms below him and fastened the ball gag behind her head. "There we go, wouldn't want you disturbing the neighbors now would we?" James then grabbed both of her wrists pinning them to the bed above her head with one hand while he rummaged through the drawer of the bedside table with the other, eventually pulling out a pair of handcuffs. Once he locked her wrists into place he got up off of her admiring her tight young body encased in her lifeguard suit and a pair of tiny red shorts. 

Mary searched wildly looking for an escape route but could find none. The only thing she could do was look up at James fearfully and await her fate. 

James grabbed a pair of scissors and began to cut off the tiny red shorts. "You are such a little tease, Mary," he said as the scissors cut through one leg of the shorts. "I just can't help myself." James tossed what remained of the shorts to the side and climbed onto the bed prying Mary's legs open. She tried to keep her legs shut but his strength prevailed. He reached down to pull the bathing suit away from her pussy and with one snip of the scissors it was gone freeing her pussy to the room and the heated gaze of James. 

The heated feeling of arousal from before was back, torturing Mary. She kept trying to fight it but no matter what she did she could not stop feeling incredibly turned on by James' treatment of her body. His hands roaming her body were driving her mad with lust and no matter how much she tried to fight him her body just kept betraying her. 

James crawled on top of her once more taking her right nipple in his mouth. She let out a deep moan of pleasure, unable to hold it back any longer. James' eyes flitted up to hers making eye contact and he smiled an almost malicious smile letter her know that he had won this battle of sorts before returning to her breast with new fervor. 

Meanwhile his hand had descended to her pussy. He brushed his fingertips lightly over the outside, eliciting a soft, barely audible sigh from Mary. He then spread the lips and began to gently explore causing her to tense with anticipation for what, she didn't know. His fingers eventually settled on the little button at the top of her pussy and began to flit back and forth over the top of it. Mary moaned from arousal spreading her legs farther apart willingly to give him access to the place that had never been touched by anyone besides her before. 

As James continued to play with her something began to build inside of her stomach. Small at first, but the more he touched her the bigger the feeling grew. Mary, arched her back and tensed up her entire body and cried out with pleasure as she felt the heat explode inside of her, her pussy pulsing and throbbing as James continued rubbing her clit while she came for the first time.

Before she had a chance to recover however, James was already on top of her, unbuttoning his pants to pull out his erection. She was too dazed to even think of tying to stop when he positioned himself between her legs and began to slowly enter her. He was about halfway in and murmured, "Fuck, you're so tight," before slamming himself home into her virginal hole.

Mary cried out with pleasure, unable to form coherent words as he began to fuck her with abandon. James reached behind her head and unbuckled the gag, pulling it from her mouth only to replace it with his tongue. He fucked her with his mouth, his lips hard and demanding, as he fucked her with his cock. She writhed underneath him, her wordless cries begging for more and he happily obliged. 

"What a good little whore," He growled in her ear, kissing his way down her neck. "Do you want to cum again?"

If Mary heard him, she made no indication of it. She was fully engrossed in the thick, pounding cock inside of her. James caught one of her nipples in his fingers and twisted, hard. 

"That got your attention didn't it cunt," he said. She looked up at him fearful of more pain but somehow turned on by it even more. "I said, do you want to cum again you little whore?"

Mary's eyes began to plead for it before a word even left her mouth. "Please?" she begged quietly. 

"Please, what?" James teased raising his eyebrows in feigned ignorance. 

"P... Please, will you... will you make me cum again?" she said, slightly louder this time. 

"Good girl," James said and immediately began fucking her harder, twisting the same nipple again. 

Mary's second orgasm came crashing over her as she writhed and moaned underneath James. It seemed endless, the more he fucked her the more intense the orgasm became and soon James was on the edge of cumming himself. One final thrust sent him over the edge and he coated the inside of Mary's pussy with his seed marking her as his own. 

James' orgasm eventually came to and end. He pulled her close to him wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace and pulled out of her causing his seed to slowly seep out and onto her thigh. He looked down and made eye contact with her. 

"You're mine now," he said to her. She lifted her eyes to his, silently agreeing.



The Lifeguard Ch. 02



The next night I called Bryan, Mark and Candis to go to a club, Mark and Candis found it was too boring there, so they went away. I started to talk to Bryan about Shane. "Hey Bryan, don't lie to me OK?" 

"Yep! OK!" Bryan answered.

Somehow Bryan and me become had best friends. "Do you know Shane going out with some other girls?" I asked him, feeling a bit drunk.

"NO! Of course. He is going out with you!" Bryan said surprised. 

"But I feel like he didn't put much effort into it." I said sadly. 

"NO!... Let me tell you a secret, remember we have been touring England? He told me every day that he was missing you very much! Trust me!" Bryan firmly answered.

I felt comforted when I heard this, and drank more and more, until I was quite drunk. Bryan then called Shane to pick me up. 

Shane took me to his house and I could definitely hear Shane say, "Why did you drink so much? Don't you know I worry about you?" 

And I thought Bryan must have told him something, he continued ", I really love you, can you hear me?" 

I was having a bad headache and I was too tired to answer, then I fall asleep. When I woke up I saw Shane sitting next to my bed, asleep. I watched him sleeping and I though how he was so good looking, and his face was soooo sweet! After a while, Shane awoke, and I told him to sleep on the bed and continue to sleep, I thought he mustn't have had enough sleep. 

While I was watching him sleep, I said "Shane do you know I'm really very much in love with you..." 

Then as I turned to go into the kitchen, to cook some breakfast and some tea, I felt Shane's arm around my waist and him saying to me "I'm very much in love with you too!" 

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Time passed so quickly, eight months had already gone by, my exams were coming and I still hadn't started any studying, so I called my cousin Emily for help. 

"I can't concentrate on my study, What can I do?" I asked.

"Maybe you should tell him you have to prepare the exam and stop seeing him, you know this is the last year in the university, you can't give up all the effort that you have been put into past few years, you know." 

" I know, but I really love him..." I puzzled. 

"It's just only 2 months, after the exam you can see him again!" At night I was thinking about what Emily had said, maybe she was right, and I must talk to Shane tomorrow! 

"I've got something to tell you..." Shane said. 

"I've got something to tell you too..." I couldn't look up to him or else I would cry. 

"I've got a world tour...and it takes 2 months..." Shane said sadly. I was so glad that Shane spoke first! And he continued, "I've got a present for you," Shane passed it to me, it's a small box, and I open it, it's a diamond ring! "I'll help you to put it on." He smiled.

I gave him my silver necklace and said, "This is the best neck chain I've ever had, when you wear it just like you can see me, and ....." 

I couldn't speak anymore, and a tear fell from my eye. Shane quickly came over and hugged me "Don't cry babe, I won't be gone for long...and this is a good time for you to prepare for the exam." 

He kissed me and held me tightly so that I couldn't see his tearful eyes...... At the airport, I tried to pretend nothing had happened, trying not to upset Shane. I fought a battle with my tears, but I failed. "Shane I love you so much!" I cried.

"I love you too!" 

He hugged me and gave me a farewell kiss. "Remember to wear my ring, when you wear it you will think of me..." Shane whispered. 

"Don't go Shane," I cried badly. "I promise I'll call you everyday, OK?" 

Shane was trying to comfort me. Mark was giving Candis a farewell kiss and saying goodbye. I gave my last hug to Shane and a soft hug for other lads. 

I whispered to Bryan "Promise me to look after Shane OK?" 

"I promise." Bryan said. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and wished them good luck. 

"Goodbye," I mouthed to Shane. 

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Those 2 months were the hardest months in my life, I promised myself to study hard for Shane. Shane called me everyday, telling me he loved me, sometimes when I missed him too much, I cried really hard in my bed while I was talking to him. And for Candis , she was pretty upset too, she went to school with me everyday and was always telling me how much she missed Mark , all I have to do is to comfort her to concentrate onto the studying. 

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Today Westlife will come home as well as I'll receive my report. My results are pretty good and now it's 8:30 a.m., I must hurry to the airport cos they arrive at 9:30 a.m.. I arrive at the airport just in time and Candis arrives right after me. I could see a lot of fans there, holding their posters and banners, singing to welcome Westlife. I nervously stand in the crowd, then suddenly I see Nicky and Kian come out, then Shane, Mark and Bryan. The girls shout so loudly and run toward them, asking for autographs and photos. I wait soooo impatiently and finally all the fans have all gone, I quickly run toward Shane, hugging him and saying "I miss you soooo much, Shane! Welcome back!" 

"Yeah! Me too!" Shane said happily. 

After we hug long enough, Shane suddenly kneels down and takes out a ring, saying, "Will you marry me?" 

I'm overjoyed, I'm crying with happiness and answer "Yes...Yes...Shane...Yes!" 

Shane then put the ring on my engagement finger, everybody comes and congratulates us, especially Bryan, in a way he had helped us a lot. That night we spent most of the time chatting, talking about how much we missed each other. 

While the music played "Well for me is waking up beside you. To watch the sunrise on your face. To know that I can say I love you in any given time or place..."

Shane moved closer to me, we started kissing, then we moved to the bed and......... In the morning, I found Shane's arm around me and he was sleeping so deeply like a child, I think today is my happiest day of me life!



The Lifeguard Chair



Sara pulled up to the curb and brought the car to a slow stop. She looked around hurriedly, peering into the murky darkness. There weren't many cars along this street now. This was a popular stretch of Sunset Beach in Florida and during the day families arrived early and stayed all day enjoying the warm sunshine. But for now, the street was empty. She opened her phone and glanced at the time. 8:05. She was here, now where was he? She looked around again and not seeing anyone, started flipping through her old text messages to kill time. 

Sara had met Zack a few years ago when she worked at her first restaurant job as a hostess. He was really friendly but they had never had the chance to get close because he had a girlfriend and she had a boyfriend at the time. There were definitely sparks - Sara was insanely attracted to his short crew cut and lean, muscular frame. He was a few years older and had served at the restaurant for the past two years to help pay for college. He was quick with a smile and she couldn't help but flirt when he wrapped his arm around her waist and teased her for giving him all the families with the annoying kids. 

She had stalked him once on Facebook about a year ago and knew a little bit about what was going on with him. Finishing college, starting a new job somewhere - pretty standard. She was caught by total surprise when she was on a date with her current boyfriend Sam and got a text from Zack. Luckily, her phone was on silent, and when she went to the bathroom before their food arrived she saw four words that made her heart ache: I miss you Sara. She closed her phone and pretended it didn't happen but she couldn't help but think about him for the rest of the night. She somehow made it through dinner conversation and was glad when the lights dimmed in the theater so she could let her mind wander to what might have been...

One text turned into a flirtatious barrage of back and forth -- Sara had to be super careful to delete all messages and put a password on her phone so her boyfriend couldn't see incoming messages before she did. It all seemed harmless until Zack had requested they meet when he was driving through on the way to see his family. She gave in, her stomach doing flip flops just wondering what she was getting herself into. 

There was a rap on the window and Sara screamed. She hid her phone and looked up to the sheepish grin of the guy she remembered. He was tan and looked like he had put on some weight -- mostly in his shoulders and arms. His hair was a little longer, but besides that he looked exactly the same as she remembered. She jumped out of the car and threw her arms around him. He pulled her in close and she could feel him breathe her in, his head tucked down into her hair and against her face. She felt a stirring inside her body like a firebolt running down her spine. 

She pulled away and they stood admiring one another until he broke the silence. 

"Ser, you look amazing! I can see you've still been doing quite a bit of running." 

He was right. She had recently run her second marathon and was as thin and fit as she'd ever been. She had decided on a thin cotton skirt with a fitted t-shirt and it showed her strong legs and flat stomach. Her hair was long and dark and she knew she was a 10 by any scale. Sara responded with something she hoped would make sense, never taking her eyes off the guy she craved. He turned to grab his sweatshirt out of his car and she reached back into her car for hers.

"I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend, I have a boyfriend," she repeated to herself. She had accepted this invite knowing it probably crossed the line, but wanted to see Zack and figured it would be harmless. As she pulled on her hoodie, the breeze off the ocean blew in warm and she realized that there was just a hint of wetness between her legs. She shivered despite the sweatshirt and all of a sudden she wasn't so sure about the whole harmless thing...

After they had stashed their sandals by their cars, they started walking barefoot down the beach, talking like old friends and catching up. He didn't have a girlfriend. When asked the same question, Sara lied and said she was dating someone but it wasn't anything serious. Her cheeks flushed -- she had been dating John for over a year and stayed the night at his apartment more often than not, but luckily the cool darkness of the beach masked the warmth on her face. They walked for almost an hour. Electricity sparked between them every time they brushed arms. At one point, Zack grabbed her around the waist and teasingly swung her towards the water. She knew she had no self-control and hoped he'd use those strong arms to pull her in for a kiss. They didn't pass anyone the entire time, and it felt wonderful to walk and chat against the backdrop of the softly crashing waves and the soft glow of the moon on the cool sand.

After what seemed like forever, he grabbed her arm softly and grinned. He pulled her around so they stood toe-to-toe and he paused to make sure he wasn't going too fast. Her doe eyes looking up told him all he needed to know and he pulled their hips together and kissed her hard, his tongue immediately probing into her mouth. She loved the way he tasted. His lips were bigger than her boyfriend's and his perfect teeth were wonderful on her tongue. She wrapped her hands around his back and breathed him in. Time seemed to slow and she felt his hand move up through her hair just the way she loved. She sighed softly and she actually felt his body react. His dick fluttered and she felt it move through the soft fabric of his board shorts and her thin cotton dress. At this, her body reacted too, although he didn't know it. It was like someone turned on the faucet. Her thin black panties were instantly soaked and she knew that if she sat down, it would show right through her skirt. She hated how wet she got, but it had been that way since she remembered.

He pulled back and adjusted himself inconspicuously so that his dick was flat against his stomach, tucked into the waistband of his shorts -- as comfortable as it could be at the moment. She pretended not to notice, but when their hips came back together, she could feel his hard-on between them. Huge and solid. They continued kissing, totally into each other and not wanting to break the moment. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he pulled away. He grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the waves. 

About 25 feet up from where they were standing was a lifeguard tower. He headed straight at it and Sara could hardly do anything to protest. When they got to the ladder he grinned and asked if she wanted to go first. Sara smiled and nervously pulled herself up, hoping he couldn't see much in the look if he looked up. The chair was only about 10 feet off the ground, and it was just one big wooden seat with armrests on either side. When she reached the top, she used her 3 seconds of privacy to shove her bra up and pull her hair back out of her face.

Zack clambered up and maneuvered around her to take a seat on the chair. He pulled her down to sit between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought his legs closer so they were squeezing her butt and legs. He began softly kissing the back of her neck, and this pushed her over the edge. She buzzed with energy and spun halfway so her mouth could move in to meet his. He was waiting for this and moved in. She leaned into his chest and once again, she felt his dick stir to life. Even though it was already hard, she could now feeling it pushing against her from behind. 

His hands were wrapped carefully around her waist and she knew exactly what needed to happen next. She unwound them and guided his hands straight to her breasts. He immediately started caressing and kneading her chest, making her nipples rock hard instantly. Her sweatshirt, t-shirt and lace bra were no match and he dialed in on her rock hard tits and started caressing circles around each one. She moved his hands so he knew he could go up under her shirt -- even assisting by reaching back and unhooking her bra. The warmth of the skin to skin contact made her body heave. His strong muscular hands each cupped and massaged a full handful of double C breast. She wasn't huge, but her tits were absolutely perfect, cupping upward towards the beautiful night sky. Her nipples were outstanding and he gently moved over each one, feeling the texture and enjoying every second.

With just this little bit of fondling, things were getting hot. Sara looked around and didn't see anyone in sight. She grabbed one of his fondling hands and removed it slowly from her shirt and placed it squarely on her crotch. Even with her hand over his, she could feel the warm moisture radiating. He gasped in surprise and slowly reached under her waistband. He paused to savor the smooth spot between the waistband of her panties and then moved slowly down over her recently-shaved pussy and then continued on to the wet labia below. She was wetter than wet. His fingers were instantly soaked and he rubbed her clit and moved all the way down, where her juices trailed down to the bottom of her opening. She ground her hips against his hand and moaned softly. 

Carefully, with her other hand, she started reaching behind her. Before she could even get there she could hear the tearing of Velcro and knew he had read her mind. His cock sprung free and her hand met it with ease. His shaft was huge and throbbed with every heartbeat. She realized he must be uncircumcised -- he felt so different from her boyfriend. Just the thought of this sent another wave of juices running over his hand. 

Zack was now working his first 2 fingers into her slit and she rocked forward against this new intrusion. Her hand began moving up and down his shaft, using the skin to slide easily up and down and feeling the pre-cum start to flow from the tip. He started finger fucking her for real. She was extra turned on because she could rock back a bit and suck in her stomach and his pinky would brush against her tight asshole. She loved the feeling and he probably knew it but made no move to do anything about it. She was so wet that her pussy leaked over her ass and soaked her panties and skirt where she was sitting.

At this point, his dick was fully exposed and he was gasping. She knew he was about to cum. She closed her eyes and focused on the wet noises coming from between her legs. She imagined herself on her hands and knees with Zack standing firmly behind her and fucking the living daylights out of her. Within seconds, her pussy was clamping down on his fingers and both of them were cumming together. She pointed his shaft back towards his stomach and felt each individual strand of cum rocket out and land on a pool on his bare stomach. She finished her body-wrenching orgasm and he slowly pulled his soaked hand from between her legs. 

With some quick thinking, Zach whipped off his sweatshirt and t-shirt and wiped his load off his stomach. After folding the t-shirt over to a clean section he pulled on his hoodie and grinned in the moonlight. Sara couldn't believe that just happened, but she knew it was the sexiest fucking thing she'd ever experienced.

They both climbed down the chair and she hooked her bra before grabbing hands and walking back to the car. By the time they were back, her panties were dried and stiff between her legs. They kissed for a long time and eventually she climbed into her car. He was headed off to his new job in New York and she was finishing her last year in college in Virginia. She wasn't sure if she'd seem him again, but she wasn't too upset at the way they'd left off. 

As she drove home, she wondered how she could switch underwear before her boyfriend found out. She planned to make a mad dash to the bathroom and then sneak into their bedroom so she could pull on a fresh pair. She felt a little dirty knowing she had fooled around with another guy while she was essentially living at John's. On the other hand, it was sexy to think about Zack's dick pressed into her back and his hands caressing her breasts and penetrating her with those strong hands. With this on her mind, she was instantly horny and knew after switching panties she'd kiss up on John and turn him on so he would fuck her hard from behind. She would imagine it was Zack behind her and John's dick driving deep into her with his thumb in her ass would finish her off in no time...



The Lifeguard Tower



It's getting late and the people on the beach are all starting to show how many beers or wine coolers they've had. They are turning up the music and some people are dancing. My boyfriend is deep in a baseball discussion with some guy from New York -- a Yankees vs. Red Sox thing that is completely irrelevant to me.

The music is so loud now I nearly miss the buzzing sound my phone makes when the text message comes in. I flip open my phone and read: "Lifeguard's Tower 5m." Inside of me there is an electric kind of flutter. I look across the bonfire to where you are sitting with your girlfriend. Her back is to you as she sips another wine cooler and talks to her college friends. You are closing your phone and putting it in your shirt pocket. I flip my phone close and nod.

I mentally make a note of the time and start picking up a few of my things and putting them in my beach bag. "Hey, honey, I'm going to go put this in the car and get another drink, okay?" I call out to my boyfriend. He doesn't even look up from his conversation. "Okay," he dismisses me without missing a beat in his discussion of relief pitchers.

I walk back from the beach toward the parking lot as if I'm going toward the car, but when I reach the lot, I veer left and head back onto the beach toward the lifeguard's tower. My body is coming alive anticipating that you will be there waiting for me. I don't even look back at the crowd on the beach as I start to climb up angled wood ladder that leads to the tiny hut that houses the tower. 

When my hand hits the top of the tower deck, you reach down and pull me up. You sit back on the wide wooden bench and pull me onto your lap. I am already starting to get wet just feeling your arms around me and your hands on my back. "Kiss me, baby," you whisper reaching up and pulling my chin up to your face. Your mouth closes over mine and I love the taste of sea air and salt and beer on your lips. A moan escapes me as your tongue slips into my mouth, probing and tasting me. 

I reach under your shirt and feel your strong, solid chest and then under my lap to stroke your cock, already hard against my thighs. "I want to suck it," I breathe into your mouth as you kiss me hard. I lower myself between your legs and quickly pull down your swim trunks. Your cock is so hard it springs out and I rub my face on it -- loving the smooth, hard skin of your rock hard cock. My tongue begins to lap at the head over and over. My small hand stroking the shaft as my mouth closes over the head and sucks. 

"Mmmm...you taste so good in my mouth, Ryan," I moan. "I love it when you fuck my mouth." Your hands are in my hair and you are working my head up and down on your stiff cock. My pussy is so wet I reach inside my skirt to finger my clit. I am so close to cumming, but you pull me roughly back up onto your lap.

Your big hand reaches under my skirt and pulls off my panties, you plunge your cock into me hard, all at once and it makes my breath catch. Your cock is so big, it's filling me completely and I moan loudly in ecstasy as you begin to rock back and forth on the bench, fucking me in hard, steady strokes.

"Oh, Ryan, that's so good. You are so good," I am clinging onto your large frame. I wrap my legs around you and reach down to pull off my tank top. My soft, heavy tits are brushing up against your mouth as I move up and down on your cock.

"Yes, give me those tits," you demand. "Those tits belong to me, not him." You mouth closes over my left nipple and sucks hard as you pound your thick cock into me. I arch my back toward you. 

"I belong to you, Ryan, wherever and whenever you say," I moan loudly as I cum hard all around your cock -the muscles of my pussy convulsing around you again and again. I am breathing hard as you pull me off of you and turn me around facing the outside of the tower.

My arms reach out to hold on to the railing and I can feel you moving behind me. Your hands push my legs apart and the tip of your cock moves against the opening of my pussy as I bend forward toward the edge of the lifeguard tower. I can see the beach from here, see the light from the bonfire and see the shadows of the people when you enter me from behind, moving now in slow strokes.

I hear the waves and strains of the music from the party below us as your cock begins to move faster inside of me. My tits are bobbing underneath me and I am hanging onto the railing as you fuck me harder and hard. "Yes, Ryan, fuck me harder." It's so good. Your hands move around to cup my tits hard, pulling on my nipples. "Make me cum for you, Ryan. I can only cum for you."

One of your hands suddenly moves down from my tit down between my legs. Your fingers work their way to my clit and begin to rub in quick, deft movements. I can feel you getting harder and hard. You are working my clit and we will cum together with you fucking me hard and my eyes scanning the horizon, the beach, the people, and the waves.

"Oh fucking yes, Ryan," I am screaming into the wind as I cum hard, drenching your cock as your explode shooting your hot cum deep, deep inside of me. "Ryan, Ryan," I am shaking when you release me. I need to sit down on the bench for a few minutes. You are pulling up your pants and reach down to hand me back my panties. 

"You will do this whenever I call for you, won't you," you ask, helping me pull my shirt back over my head. "You can't help yourself, can you?" You are smiling and kiss me on my forehead.

"You know I can't help myself," I sigh. "I can not resist you." 

I make my way down the ladder and head toward the ladies' room to wash my face and try to clean up before heading back to the bonfire where I'm sure my boyfriend is still talking about the Homerun Derby.

-The End