Uncle Micky Presents
The Summer of '84: Part I Story Codes: M(19)/g(12), M(19)/G(16), oral, manualUpdated: 5/19/2022 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- !!!WARNING!!!! This file contains sexually explicit material which may include graphic depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as incest, adultery, and sodomy. It is distributed on a website clearly identified as "For Adults Only". Possession by a minor is strictly forbidden. If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of such material, do not read it and delete it immediately. Summary: Meet Greg Fletcher, all-around good guy who gets a job with the town Parks and Recreation Department in the summer of 1984. What starts as a cool summer job, has life-long implications.
The Summer of '84: Part I
Introduction
Greg Fletcher is older than me by a few years. I met him many years ago through a mutual acquaintance. At the time, I was seeing a wonderful woman, Katie, who taught science at a middle school and was not only a head-turner but a heart warmer as well. That relationship lasted for a few years and as life will have it, ended when she accepted a university position on the other coast. I had no desire to relocate at the time and our bond was not strong enough to survive the decisions, based on justifiable self-interests, we had to make.
Regardless, Greg was seeing Brooke at the time who was a close friend of Katie's and it was inevitable we would all spend time together. It was on a cruise that Greg and I formed a friendship that survived our respective break-ups. Brooke was a looker, a carefree blonde, tall and thin; but, in my opinion, a bit too flighty for someone like Greg who had seen some aspects of life that tend to instill a level of grounded seriousness. Don't get me wrong, Greg is humorous, and great company but, frivolity is something he doesn't necessarily abide by.
Over the years we have shared aspects of our lives, some we are not so proud of and others, well, maybe we have some pride in telling. I present to you here, the simple story of one part of my friend's life, as told to me.
===== Greg Fletcher =====
I grew up in a small town, actually, a suburb of an industrial city in the Great Lakes region but, it had a small-town feel to it and I consider it as such. This suburban town was older, founded in the 1850s, and for all intents and purposes, was part of the larger city, but a separate political entity. One side of the town sat along a major river and several large industries were located there. Many of the folks in town were employed at these factories.
At this time in history, large employers were good neighbors and citizens. They paid taxes which improved the lives of all citizens, but most importantly, the lives of their employees. Property taxes were kept low while town services and amenities were excellent: men were hired to roll out and put away garbage cans, there were small snowplows for sidewalks, great libraries, well-funded schools, and active Parks and Recreation Departments.
We had three large town pools, six smaller wading pools, three NHL-sized skating rinks, several ball fields, and neighborhood playgrounds. All these facilities were well staffed and maintained at the highest levels. The school system was fully funded and highly effective. This is how things work when industries and corporations are community partners and citizens instead of profit machines for wealthy shareholders and company officers.
Oh well, those days are gone. At least I was able to grow up in just such a community. Like most kids, my friends and I utilized all of the available activities. I wasn't a very good swimmer but I enjoyed the slide, diving boards, and girls at the pools. I played youth hockey and was a regular at all open skates, I love how pretty girls would look when bundled up in the cold. Later, I learned how much they appreciated a warm embrace on a cold day.
The summer after my sophomore year in high school, there was a week when my parents left me and my older sister, Becca, home as they went on a cruise with some friends. One evening she had her friend MaryJo over. MaryJo was a good-looking girl, she played tennis and was very fit. She had very white skin and dark features. I liked her. Anyway, somehow, she scored a twelve-pack of beer and brought it with her. They invited me for a beer on the back porch.
MaryJo asked me if I had any girlfriends and embarrassingly, I had to admit I hadn't had a girlfriend yet.
She replied, "Dang Greg, you're an OK guy and good-looking, I bet a lot of girls would go out with you."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that."
"Don't start with that! (Looking at Becca) What do you think Bec'? He's not a bad-looking guy."
My sister looked at me with a bit of her usual disdain and said, "Yeah, he's going to be a handsome guy, someday. (Talking to me) Why aren't you asking girls out? You're not a fag, are you?"
I couldn't believe it! They were both laughing. I leaned forward and said, "I am not a fag. I like girls, I'm just, I don't know, I haven't."
MaryJo said, "Sorry 'bout that Greg. You just got to have a little confidence. Confidence goes a long way with girls."
I drank down the rest of my beer and said good night.
Later that night, MaryJo snuck into my room and gave me a whole lesson in confidence. She was voracious! She sucked me off and had me eat her out. Then we fucked. She lived around the block and I spent the summer hanging out and got to tap that stuff a few more times before she went off to college. I owe that girl a lot! Thankfully, my sister didn't find out for many years.
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I had numerous jobs my last two years of high school and during my first year of community college but, none of them were careers by any stretch. I was nineteen when my sister, who for years had been a lifeguard at one of the town pools, told me about a job at the pools that I might want to apply for. Seems that every pool had a couple of filter room guys who took care of the grounds as well as maintaining the general water quality by running the pool's water filtering system.
I applied for and got the job, primarily because my sister was well-liked in the Department. My dad also knew a town commissioner from his high school days and put in the word for me, just like he had done for my sister. Dad had gone to a local business school and was an accountant at the Ford plant. He made a good living and my mom didn't have to work.
He and I had discussed my future during my senior year, but I was unsure as to what I wanted to do. He strongly recommended getting an Associate's degree in business at the community college. It seemed like a reasonable idea. Shit, it was better than going to work in the factories like a lot of my buddies were fated for.
So, this job, the filter room had three large tanks that recycled all the pool water every six hours. These tanks had to be maintained and cleaned by a process known as "backwashing." Every morning one tank was taken off-line and backwashed, put back online, then another, and then the third, until all three were humming along. The chlorine levels were checked every two hours and if needed, adjusted.
Once all of this was done there were shrubs to trim, grass to cut, and small repairs to tend to. It wasn't a hard job and, if you played your effort correctly, a day could easily be filled without busting your ass.
There were two filter guys at each pool, we rotated schedules so the pool was covered from seven AM to eight PM, seven days a week. We picked up some extra hours staying at the pool until eleven as a partial night watch.
I was told to report to Kennedy Pool where I met my co-worker, Chris Turner, who appeared to be a regular sort of guy. He went to the local Catholic boys' prep school. We got along well enough and within a week had figured out a work schedule so neither of us had too much to do. The grounds looked great, the water was always clean and as far as the manager was concerned, we did fine jobs!
The Manager, Al, was a retired Marine and a great boss. He loved his job and he took care of everyone who worked for him. He would fire someone in a heartbeat for a major fuckup but offered second chances for lesser offenses. For some reason, he and I got along well and formed a good relationship. I learned a lot from him and held him in the highest esteem.
The Assistant Manager, Tom, was a strange fellow who did a good job but didn't have Al's flair. He actually had a degree in Recreational Services and planned on a career with the town. I guess he could be considered a nerd, but he tried to do well. He followed Al's lead and was learning how to run the facilities and workers.
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Our pool had a kiddie wading pool next to it and we were also responsible for its maintenance. I'd love to tell you about all the hot moms at the kiddie pool but that would be a lie. There were a couple of MILFs, but the majority of the moms were overweight and not very attractive. Oh well. We had a crew of lifeguards that were a cool bunch. There were ten guys and ten girls. Most of them were OK and three of the girls were hot as fuck.
I got along well with all of them, the head guard gave me some swimming and diving lessons until I was able to earn my "water-safety" certification. I was qualified to be a lifeguard but had no intention of becoming one.
Kids would always gather when I did the water chlorine checks and it was a lot of fun. Whenever I took a dip, they would come and have me throw them or whatnot. It was a fun job! Al would comment that the kids loved me and that maybe I should consider a career in education or something. I blew that one off. One day I was at the top of the high slide and he announced that I was there. The kids cheered as I went head first down the slide. After that, I always started my dips from the high slide and it was always announced.
One interesting thing that developed because of the way the kids responded to me was that one of the hottie lifeguards, Stephanie Batten; a "sixteen going on twenty-four" brunette, (search for porn, "Sasha P, aka Layna" to get an idea) started to talk to me. She opened by commenting on how nice she thought it was that I took time to play with the kids. She also said that they all asked for me and waited for me to come to check the water. We'll get back to this.
The kids were a mix of boys and girls but there was a group of four girls that hung apart from the others, but were always around for "playtime."
In no particular order; Connie Stillwell, a ten-year-old brunette with a tight body and looks that could melt your heart; Lynn Bustamonte, a twelve-year-old going on sixteen! She had shoulder-length blonde hair and was cute as a button, she had these nice half lemon-sized tits and a pert little ass; Diana Kaminski, a seemingly shy, pretty eleven-year-old with over-the-shoulder length, straight blonde hair, and, Patty Myers, an outgoing eleven-year-old pixie who was the troublemaker of the group.
There they would be, gathered at the pool, a quartet of bikini-clad jailbait hotties. Some might think them way too young but man, you had to see them! Tight bodies, tanned, perfect asses, tits, for the most part, just nubbing, and that look that lets you know that they know you want it; and so do they! I refer to a girl with that look, as a "KIWI" - Knows It, Wants It.
Even better, worse(?) is them after getting out of the water. Same hotties but now glistening wet, their suits clinging to their tight bodies. Every now and then you could spy a nice camel toe but more often, their erect little nipples would poke out their bikini tops! Man.
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Lynn was at the pool a lot. She hung around with some younger girls but wasn't really a part of their "group." She kind of had a loner attitude.
Some of the boys paid her the attention she deserved but she was quite reserved with them. A couple of them tried to become friends with her but she never let them get close.
She did seem to like me and I was OK with that. Whenever she started to hang out, I always made sure to keep it short and sweet but always made sure she knew I welcomed her attention. She asked where I lived and I told her. We found out we only lived two blocks away from each other.
One time she walked around the pool with me while I checked the chlorine at three different places. While I shook the sample vial and inspected the results, I said, "It can look bad for me if I'm paying you too much attention to you out in the open. I like talking with you, it's just ---"
"Oh! Yes, I understand. Maybe later, huh?"
God, I about died! "Yes, later, maybe at the filter room office."
"I can't today but maybe soon, huh?"
I smiled at her and walked away.
A couple of the girl lifeguards ribbed me about Lynn but it was light-hearted jest so I paid it no mind. It did sort of get me thinking a bit more about the girl. She sure was cute.
There came a few days when she sought me out, away from the eyes of too many. The first time was when I had just finished trimming the hedges at the wading pool and was walking back to the filter room. Lynn had just arrived at the pool and waited outside the entrance when she saw me come around the far corner of the filter building. She hung at the door and we chatted while I put the tools away.
She showed up at the office door a couple more times, in the later afternoon when she was waiting for a ride home. She admitted she ducked out of the pool early so she had extra time before her mother arrived to pick her up. She got a little touchy-feely and I didn't stop her. She would hold onto my arm, lean into me a lot and hug me before she left. Her hugs lasted longer than a platonic hug would last and she always made her hugs full-body hugs.
I knew something was going to happen with this little girl. I decided that I would give her every opportunity but I would not take the first step.
There was this one Tuesday, the weather started nice but shortly after noon, things began to cloud up. The forecast called for heavy thunderstorms later that night but they were coming in sooner than anticipated. I was given instructions to start securing the grounds and slightly lower the pool water level. Tom announced that the pool would be closing at two and the kids needed to make arrangements to get home. By two, most of the kids had left and I started to secure items around the pool. At the same time, the guards were sent home and the place was pretty empty.
I told Tom I would be in the filter room. He and I would be the only ones at the pool. I would be there longer since it was my day to stay late. The filter room backed up to the pool area near the deep end and was set up with a small office in the center, the actual filter room was connected to the right and the equipment/tool room to the left. The office had a desk, a chair, and an old couch. Both Chris and I used the filter room office as a place to be out of sight; no one ever came in there.
I was just hanging at the office door, watching the dark skies move in and enjoying the cool breezes that precede a storm when around the corner came Lynn! She was still in her bikini with a large, flowered beach towel around her shoulders.
"Lynn?!"
"Hey, Greg. Can I hang with you until my mom gets here?"
"Uh, sure. When will that be?"
She was now standing next to me in the doorway. She was looking at the sky and then looked at me.
"She can't get away for another half hour or so. Do you think it's going to be bad?"
I looked up at the darkening sky and said, "Yeah, it'll be a good one."
There was a flash of lightning and a close clap of thunder. Lynn moved against me. I put my arm around her shoulder. She shuddered.
"I don't like thunder. Never have."
She pressed harder into me as I pulled her a little tighter. The first big raindrops started to fall and we could see the rain line moving across the ball field to the wading pool and toward us.
"C'mon, get inside.
She turned with me as we entered the little office, I closed the door and turned back to her. She was right in front of me. I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her in to me.
Lynn shivered, whether from the storm or our close contact I don't know. All I can say is that I was starting to get hard and made no attempt to hide it from the little girl. She rolled her hips and pressed hard against me. I leaned down a bit and kissed her on the forehead. She looked up at me and I kissed her lips as nicely as I could. I didn't want to scare her.
I needn't had worried; she pretty much attacked my mouth with her tongue! Her arms were around my neck and she was squirming in my arms. I cupped her ass and she moaned in my mouth.
Now, I stood a head taller than her and the positioning was getting awkward. I broke our kiss and stood straight up. She looked at me with those sparkling blue eyes and giggled.
===== Lynn =====
I swear, I had been waiting all summer for this! All last year my body was changing and with all the hormones working through me I was going crazy! I talked to my older sister and she understood exactly what I was feeling. She told me to hang on until summer. She said that once I got to summer, I could find the right guy to scratch my itch!
I about died when she told me that she had come onto John from next door when she was twelve! I mean John? He's kind of cute but looks like he has more than one dessert every day. She told me he was very nice and always paid attention to her growing up. She said he was gentle and understanding with her. When the time came, he was wonderful and really taught her what was what.
I waited until summer and then, there at the pool, was Greg. He wasn't the hottest guy. Hell, he was pretty average but, he was wonderful. He treated everyone great. One day we girls were sitting with Stephanie the lifeguard, and his name came up. She said he was the best! We all did a girl-talk and decided he was the most attractive guy at the pool. This was interesting because some girls think that Tom the head lifeguard is the hottest. I think he's a super creep. I hate the way he smiles at me.
Anyway, I talked to my sister and she told me to go slow and wait for my chance, so that's what I did. I figured out he really liked me and it was only a matter of me coming on at the right time. You see like I said, I knew he was into me, but considering our ages, he would never make the first, or the second, move. So now here we were. Nobody but us! I made him kiss me and it was everything and more! I wanted more!
I broke our kiss and started to back us to the couch in his office, with a giggle I asked, "You didn't expect this did you?"
"Hell no, I've imagined this, but thought I could only wish for it."
"You've imagined me?"
"Hell yes, Lynne you're any guy's fantasy girl."
"I think I like being a fantasy."
"I imagine you're the star of a lot of fantasies! Especially older guys."
"Yeah, well I like my guys older; I imagine they do things so much better."
"Better?"
"Yes, better."
"What do you want to do Lynne?"
"I want to kiss, touch each other all over, maybe make each of us cum?"
"I like it, you want to, you know, do it?"
"Oh no, not that. Not now, maybe some other time."
"Have you?"
"No, not yet. Who knows, maybe you'll be my first!"
We had been standing at the couch, it was now or never! In a flash, I was on a knee, pulling his shorts down.
"No underwear? You don't wear underwear?"
"That a problem?"
I gave it a moment's thought and as I took his cock in my hand said, "No, no problem, just surprising."
I tried my best to stroke his huge cock while eyeing it closely. I wanted to get a real good look and feel. It was big and thick. I hear some girls think cocks are scary, I think Greg's was handsome.
I was liking this; then I felt him move or something. I looked up and he was looking at me so nicely! His eyes were kind. He asked, "You going to suck it?"
"No, I don't want to do that, yet. Is it OK if I just do this?" I started stroking his cock like my sister showed me how to do.
He frowned a little and then smiled. He placed his hand alongside my face and caressed me.
"Sure Lynn, it's great. Keep stroking me, that feels good,"
Then he made me stand and untied my bikini bra. I froze for a moment. I've never let a boy see my boobs. His hands were all over them. He cupped, and squeezed them, then used his thumbs on my nipples.
"Oooooh Greg, that feels nice!"
I closed my eyes and sighed when he suddenly had me down on the couch. I could feel him peeling my bottoms down.
"Greg, wait, I"
It was too late; they were at my ankles!
===== Greg =====
I noticed her shins and calves were just a bit smaller than my forearms. I felt a shiver run through my package because of that! I glanced up all I could see was a puffy little blonde pussy nestled at the top of her thighs. Her skin from under her bikini was whiter than the rest but still had a bit of a honey look to it. I checked out her tits; her dark nipples stood out on the lighter skin there. Damn, tan lines can be exciting!
I got back to business and in a flash, her bottoms were gone! I hefted her ass into my hands, forced my head between her thighs, and went after that little kitty with my mouth. I kissed and licked and she was trying to get away.
I looked up and more or less as a command said, "Lynne! Stop it. Just lay back and enjoy this. You don't use your mouth but I do. I'm going to touch you all over with my mouth and tongue!"
"No one, I mean, not there, I, I don't know what to do!"
"You don't have to do anything, just enjoy!"
I sliced into her pussy and went to work. At that time in my life, I wasn't too experienced with going down on a girl but I like to think what I lacked in knowledge I made up for with enthusiasm. Well, I dug in. I licked and lapped, then switched over to sucking and tugging. I fucked up a bit, confusing her pee hole for her clit but when I accidentally licked up, and she jumped, I corrected course.
I had her bucking and slowed down a bit. I looked up and said, "You taste unbelievable. I think you're the best-tasting girl I've ever tasted! If you ever want to get eaten, just ask!"
I dug back in and tried to push my tongue in her cunt but her hymen got in the way and I decided to leave it alone. I didn't want to mess with any blood or get her pissed that I popped her cherry.
I got back to her clit and soon she was back to bucking and moaning. I gently nibbled her button with my teeth and reached for a nipple to squeeze and, that did it. She clamped on my head, tried to twist away, and then her whole body shivered as she let out an elongated "Grrrrreg!"
I was rock hard and as soon as she let up on me I stood and commanded, "Jerk me! Jerk me off!"
She looked at me through half-closed eyes, I grabbed her hand and put it on my cock. She came-to enough to wrap her hand and start a stroke. I covered her hand with mine and basically used her hand to jerk off with. I was standing and she was on the couch, me straddling her legs.
I was in heaven; a pretty, blue-eyed, blonde, twelve-year-old, whose pussy I just ate was right in front of me as I jacked off using her hand. It didn't take long! I knew what I wanted and, in a moment, I got it. I directed my first load right at her chin, laying a line of cum over her lips, chin, and down her neck. The second load was for her tits. I kind of swung my hips and got a line between them. The rest I shot and pumped on her chest.
She was watching and from the look on her face, I knew this was the first time someone unloaded on her. I used her hand to squeeze the rest of my splooge out and, then spread it over her hand. She was using her other hand to clear her lips and chin. I leaned over her, let go of her hand and put my hand on the back of the couch.
I deliberately let my dick drip on her as I squeezed the last out.
"God damn Lynne, you are so fucking hot. You're hotter than any chick I've ever been with. Anything you want, just let me know. You are one fine, hot ass chick!"
Back then, those sorts of compliments worked!
"Really, you think so?"
"Shit girl, I know so! How you feeling? Did you like me eating your pussy?"
"That was amazing! Nothing has ever felt like that! You'll do it again? Promise?"
"Yes, whenever you want. I promise. It's getting close to time, let's get you cleaned up. You better not let your mom see you coming out of here!" There was a sink in the filter room. I took her in there, washed and dried her off before she put her bikini on.
After drying her, I took her by the hand and lifted her arm, giving her a thorough looking over.
"Damn girl, you are fine!"
She put her hand on my chest and said, "You're not so bad yourself Greg. Who knows, maybe next time I'll use my mouth."
I had an umbrella in the office and got her to the pool entrance well before her mother showed up.
===== Lynn =====
It was amazing! I didn't know I wanted him to eat me but as soon as he started, I knew it was what I wanted! He thinks I'm fine, pretty, and hot! When I told my sister about it later, she said I should have him pop my cherry. I don't know about that, we'll see.
I will go back and see him again though!
===== Greg =====
Lynn became an on-and-off visitor to the office for the rest of the summer. She told me she had two older brothers, an older sister, and, overly protective parents. Her brothers barely recognized her existence, her sister was a good friend of hers but she swore she never told her sister about us, her father was a stern man, a stockbroker by trade who seemed to work twenty-four hours a day, and her mother; who watched her like a hawk. Lynne laughed a bit when she commented that her mother considered her safe at the pool.
I was a bit concerned about that comment. I asked if she felt I was taking advantage of her and maybe compromising her safety. She adamantly disagreed. She pointed out that she sought me out and I was the only one she wanted to spend time with.
I asked her about who else she played with. She said there was a neighborhood boy who she played doctor with and now they would masturbate each other. She snuck him in through the basement window and they "played" in the little rec room before her brothers got home.
She seemed like a well-adjusted kid exploring her sexuality while not going all the way. She was pretty bright as well, and chatting with her was very enjoyable. I would have loved to climb through the basement window for her but that just wasn't to be. Lynne became an enjoyable sidelight of my time at the pool.
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There were times when after getting all the work done at the pool, there might be an hour or so to kill. I would talk to some of the older ladies who monitored the girls' changing room, or the older guys who monitored the boys' changing room. With just a bit of proper planning, I could stretch fours of work to eight hours and build in nice breaks throughout my day.
I did my best to time my breaks for when Stephanie Batten, the hottest lifeguard, in my opinion, would take her breaks. She was a looker! Long, straight, brunette hair, an hourglass body that had to be a classic thirty-six, twenty-four, thirty-six. She was maybe five-foot-six in height, perfect in my book! Stephanie had deep brown eyes and the type of face that made you happy when she simply looked at you. Her smile was wonderful and best of all, she was genuinely friendly and outgoing. She taught swim lessons and all the kids at the pool loved her.
Stephanie also attended an all-girl Catholic school, and that made her even hotter!
I have found that hot girls like Stephanie sometimes have an odd time of it; guys come on too much or not all. I looked at her and got my mind right; she was just a girl. That's all, just a girl. I wouldn't go slobbering all around nor would I be afraid of her. I treated her like everyone else, and that's how it's done. It's nothing special, just treat people how they should be treated. Not once that entire summer did I ever come on to her. We laughed and joked. We chatted and she showed me how to do a backward dive from the diving board, and let me tell you, that was one fuck of a show! Things got to where on occasion, she would look for me during her breaks.
She started the flirting. She'd give me sideways looks, play with her hair when chatting, and best of all, when we chatted, she would make physical contact. A hand on my arm, a lean or bump if we were walking. I played them all back to her. She would tease me about the girls at the pool and I would comment that they were young and didn't know enough to know what they liked. She would laugh and comment that they're not that young or inexperienced to not know a good thing.
One day I called her out on what I called, her vast fan club. This turned out to be the hook. The first time it came up was on a Friday afternoon. We were sitting on one of the benches near the high diving board and she asked, "Got any big plans this weekend?"
"Nothing huge, tomorrow night I'm heading out with a couple of buddies, going to the Cavern."
"I hear that place is really cool. What's it like?"
"Yeah, it's cool alright. The live music is good. Tomorrow night Scimitar is playing."
"Oh, God! I love them! They played a dance at school. I danced almost every song. Do you dance or are you one of those guys who just stands around?"
"I dance, not a whole lot but sometimes I just kind of get hooked up into the tunes. I'm not very good but I don't make an ass out of myself either. (I glanced her way) Sometimes, it all depends on who you're dancing with."
She smiled and looked down. I loved it when I caught her off guard!
She stammered a little and said, "Yeah, having someone to dance with is always good."
I sat quietly, looking out over the pool, and commented, "Look at all of them Steph, you can have your pick of every boy, guy, and man here at the pool. Probably the biggest fan club I've ever seen."
She laughed and said, "Oh yeah, me and the Franklin Elementary fifth grade!"
"Well, how about all of the guards here at Kennedy Pool, and the dads, and the guys at Holmes High, and let's not forget the hormonal freaks at Warren Junior!"
She was giggling pretty hard and hit me in the arm, "Stop it! I swear! Yeah, that's me, Miss America!"
I looked at her and said, "You could you know."
She got quiet, "You think so, not Miss America, but---" I leaned in and bumped her shoulder, "A person would be a damn fool not to want to dance with you."
We sat in silence for a moment and I got up.
"Gotta run the water check at the wading pool. Make the kids swim in lanes!"
She laughed at that and I got back to work.
I can't explain it, maybe it was our age difference but I couldn't bring myself to ask her out. I know some of the guy lifeguards hit on her but they got nowhere. Some older boys came around now and then but she would nicely shoot them down without damaging them too much. I think that maybe I didn't want to spoil the fun little game we were playing. I liked having her come by and didn't want it to end. I thought she was sending a vibe but, you know, I was uncertain.
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I had to be in early to work one Sunday. There was going to be a diving show that afternoon; the grounds had to look good and the water had to be sparkling. Chris and I were both on duty which was cool. We usually only got to bullshit when one of us was arriving or leaving. We had time for a cup of coffee because Chris got a lot of the work done Saturday afternoon.
Chris was a good-looking guy but was just a bit too nerdy for his own good. He loved to talk about the girls but I knew he didn't have the balls to do anything about it.
Wide-eyed, he asked, "I hear that you and Stephanie are like best friends! You hitting that?"
"Nah man, maybe when she turns eighteen. She's really cool, and an alright chick."
"She is so hot! Every time I try to talk to her, I get all bumbled up."
"You just have to chill. You're not asking her out or anything, just relax! I tell you, Chris, don't let it get to you. You can talk to your little sister, right?"
"Yeah, but she's my sister, that's different."
I paused, "Terri is what, a seventh-grader, going into eighth grade?"
He nodded his head.
"Well man, in case you haven't noticed she's cute as hell and acts a lot more mature than a twelve-year-old. Just look at a girl like Steph, shit, any girl, and imagine that they're a sister. They'll let you know if they want things to be different or not. If they don't, don't sweat it. Nine out of ten times they'll tell you who you should hit on."
Earlier that summer, Chris was running some errands and stopped by the pool. He had Terri with him and introduced me. She was twelve going on twenty-two. I promised myself that if an opportunity ever arose, I would tear that thing up! She was cute as hell, couldn't have been five feet tall, short blonde hair, her face soft, a bit round. She kind of looked like a girl you would see in porn. She kept her head slightly turned and looked at you from a bit of an angle through strands of hair. That day she was wearing a simple baby-blue t-shirt and very short, very tight white shorts. Her tits were way too big for a girl her age. They were round and big! She was a soft body but was very fit. Chris had said she was a cheerleader.
I reached to shake her hand and she gave my hand a couple of nice soft squeezes. They lived across town and she was more likely to go to Eisenhower pool than ours. Regardless, more on Terri later.
Chris just couldn't get his nerves under control. Any time he tried to chat up any of the girls it was a total disaster. He couldn't even bullshit with the little girls. I liked Chris, he had just graduated and was looking forward to going away to college. I tried my best to get him to relax around the girls but it was hopeless.
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The last couple of weeks of summer at the pool were strange. A few guards had to leave to get back to college and their number was almost cut in half. Chris also left and I had more hours than I could handle. There were some days I had to fill in when guards needed a break. I had my certification, so it was kind of cool. They gave me a guard shirt and trunks so I looked all official. The kids thought it was hilarious at first and the other guards were happy there was someone around to give them a break.
What happened though, for a whole week, Steph and I couldn't hang while on break. Hell, I had to relieve her so she could get a break. On weekdays, the pool was starting to close at five and, I was working to nine. It was weird but the easy money was good. Steph stopped by on her day off to check the schedule and we had a chance to walk around the pool a bit.
"My breaks suck without you around. I'm pretty sure old Arthur was hitting on me the other day."
"Good for him, (she elbowed me) hell, I hope I got half the life in me when I'm his age. Maybe you ---"
This time it was a punch in the arm.
"Maybe I should. He doesn't tease me and always loads the sweetest compliments on me."
"Hell girl, is that all it takes?"
"You stop it! Tell me, what do you do for dinner when you have to stay late?"
I liked this train of thought.
"I usually bring a sandwich. Nothing special."
"You like Marco's?"
"Yeah, they make a good pie."
"Want some tonight?"
I liked where this train was heading.
"Who in their right mind would turn down some Marco's?"
"How do you like it?"
I said nothing and let that hang in the air, and "mmmm-ed"
I got smacked in the arm.
"You are unbelievable. Maybe, No Pizza For You!"
I had to laugh at that one.
"I'm pretty much fine with anything except anchovies."
"Six-thirty?"
"Sounds good. I'll be in the main office."
I thought I might start hyperventilating but got myself under control.
Of course, the clock went into slow motion.
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What I didn't know, was that Steph had a conversation with her mom the previous day regarding me. In life there are moments. In my case, I wasn't even present or aware of my moment.
Stephanie had gotten home the previous day after leaving the pool at four, took her usual shower, and instead of hanging in her room until dinner, went downstairs and joined her mother, Julie, in the kitchen.
Steph was the oldest child in the family. She had two younger brothers, Jeff and Todd, who as usual, were playing their version of one-on-one football in the backyard. Her father, Andy, had worked his way up to being a supervisor at the Corning plant. He did pretty well for barely earning a high school diploma. He had been working the second shift for the past year. That pretty much left Steph and her mom.
"Oh, great, Steph can you rinse and snip the beans?"
"Sure thing mom."
Mrs. Batten had a green thumb and her vegetable garden was the envy of the neighborhood. Steph had discovered at an early age that she enjoyed gardening and cooking just as much as her mother. The Batten household was a traditional place. Dad worked, mom raised the kids, and honestly, not much was expected from Stephanie other than to follow in her mother's footsteps.
Truth was, Stephanie did desire a career, maybe nursing, but felt it would take second place to being a wife and mother. Mrs. Batten was icing some cookies while Steph was prepping the beans.
"Dear, how is that young man at work?"
"Mom, he's like three years older than me. Dad would kill me."
"No, he won't. He and I had a chat and we think that if you like him and he likes you, that three years isn't too much of a difference."
"Seriously mom? I couldn't imagine ---"
"Now hear me out, you obviously like him. You've told me what a gentleman he has been. He respects you and obviously is smitten with you, and not just because you're the prettiest girl in town."
"Mom!"
"Well, I'm sorry if I state the obvious. Anyway, I'm your mother and I say you're the prettiest and most attractive girl in town."
For the next minute, the only sound was that of beans being snapped.
"He'll never ask me out. I think he sees me as out of bounds because of my age."
"I trust you to do the right thing, Stephanie."
Mrs. Batten put the icing down and stepped to her daughter.
"You are sixteen, he is nineteen. When you graduate high school, he'll be all of twenty-one and probably looking for a real job. He'd be ready to take care of you. You could go to nursing school or whatever and have your career. Once you two are settled, well, then maybe you can start your own family."
Stephanie liked this. It was almost exactly how she pictured her life. She returned to her beans and her mom got back to the cookies. The aroma from the roast in the oven added to the conservative throw-back feel of everything that had transpired.
"Mom?"
"Yes, dear?"
"May I borrow the car tomorrow. I'd like to run up to the pool and check my schedule."
"Honey, your schedule is right on the kitchen calendar."
"Mom, it's not really to see my schedule."
"Oh! Well then, yes, of course, you may borrow the car."
"Mom?"
"Yes, dear?"
"I might need the car again, a little later, I may get some pizza and take it up to the pool."
Mrs. Batten didn't answer right away, she stepped to her daughter and pulled her in for a hug, and quietly said, "I love you, dear."
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Somehow the clock finally reached six and then slowly made its way to six-thirty. I had brushed my teeth twice, showered, brushed my hair, and stole a dab of cologne from Al's desk. I sat in the office which had three wide windows overlooking the pool and waited.
At six-forty, there was a gentle knocking on the door down the hallway from the office. I checked myself again and answered the door.
Her hair had more curl to it than usual; it looked nice. She wore white tennies, short cut-off jeans shorts, and, a loose tie-dyed t-shirt. I thought she was perfect, fuck, she was always perfect! The large Marco's pizza box in her hands made her even more perfect!
I ushered her in, took the box from her, and said, "I have some cokes in the breakroom."
"Great! You hungry?"
I eyed her up and down and wryly said, "You bet I am!"
That earned me a punch in the shoulder. Her smile let me know it was appreciated.
The drinks were cold, and the pie was great; she got pepperoni, mushrooms, bacon, and onion on it. I commented that the onions were a bad breath machine and she replied that at least we would both have it. I liked that. We had a good time.
After eating and cleaning up I told her I needed to check the water and filters, she joined me and we talked about work, the kids, our colleagues, the managers, and the pay.
The water was fine and the filters were humming along so there was nothing that needed any attention. We sat on the little bench outside the office. The bench was positioned in a way where we couldn't be seen from the street or parking lot.
She sat in the middle of the bench. I liked that. No matter what, we would sit close together. I sat to her left and as I did, I put my right arm on the back of the bench and scooted a little closer.
She turned just a little toward me and asked, "You making your move?"
Damn, she is good! I laughed a little and said, "I guess I am. After all, it's not every day a pretty girl brings you dinner."
She smiled, looked me in the eyes, and moved in for a kiss.
It. Was. Real. Fucking. Nice!
She knew how to kiss and it was probably the best kiss I ever had. She placed her hand softly on the back of my head and massaged my lips with hers. I had my arm around her shoulders and the other on her waist. I felt her free hand softly rubbing my chest.
Her hand squeezed my right pectoral and I sort of moaned into our kiss. That set her off for some reason! She exhaled through her nose and pulled my head in tight as she pressed hard against me. Our kissing had been open-mouthed and now she had her tongue in my mouth seeking mine. We started the tongue dance while my left hand moved from her hip, under her t-shirt, and up her back. I reached her neck without encountering any sign of a bra or undergarment.
As far as this being our first kiss, we were doing mighty fine!
I pulled back a little but kept kissing her. I put my nose on hers and we switched to lots of little pecks of kisses. I put my forehead on hers and said, "The cot, let's go there."
She gave me three little kisses and leaned back, she lifted her right leg and put her foot on the bench. As she was leaning back, I was moving my hand from her back when she took me by the wrist and directed it to her tit. She seemed so small, but her tit felt so big.
Something changed in me. She was so much more than what I and everyone else thought she was. I quickly drove it from my mind but the only word I could conger up was "Love." I knew if I let that linger, I was fucked! And not in the physical way.
Smiling at me, she moved my hand around a bit and said, "Fine."
Along the back wall of the office was a first-aid cot. It was metal and canvas-type cot with a few blankets on it. It would do for our purposes. I was pretty sure I knew what she was willing to do, but I knew how far I would go.
We got to the cot and I turned her to face me. I kissed her and got us started up. We were having a good time standing there. I was pulling her lower body against mine and she started a bit of a dry hump on my cock. It was fine!
I turned us and we broke our kiss. She had a sexy, sultry, uncertain look on her face. She gently bit her bottom lip. God was that sexy! As we started to kiss again, my hands went under her shirt and up her back. Her arms were around my neck and we were at the next big step. I lifted her shirt, and she lifted her arms!
I leaned back to get a look. They were magnificent! They were half softball-size capped by nickel-sized areolas with delicate nipples already at attention. The tits themselves had an upturn to them and along the bottom, there was no hang or crease where they met her body.
To this day, for me, all tits are judged by the perfection of sixteen-year-old Stephanie Batten's tits.
I took one in each hand, palmed them, and squeezed. I gently slid my hands back until I had her areolas between my thumb and forefinger. I scissored until I only had her nipples then moved to pinch them with my thumb and fingertips. I gave them a little tug and went right back to a full palming and squeezing.
I bent and kissed each one several times, giving her nipples the attention, they deserved. She had her hands on the back of my head. I noticed she arched her back and rose up on her toes every time I played with her nipples. She pressed my head against her tits when she arched like that. I could feel her hair on me as she leaned her head forward and writhed from the attention she was getting.
"Hold on to me, Steph."
I was half bent in front of her, I cupped her ass and lifted her onto the cot. She went to her back and I was on my knees between her legs. Her tits were barely affected by gravity! I leaned forward and we kissed. She had me cradled between her thighs and slowly started to sway her legs side-to-side as we kissed.
I broke our kiss and reached to rearrange my raging boner when she said, "Let me."
I pulled my hand back and she started to fish around for the top of my shorts. As usual, I wasn't wearing any underwear. Her hand made its way inside, she was getting closer, she looked up at me and her eyes grew wider when she realized.
"You're not wearing any underwear!"
"Almost never do! Unless it's jeans or whatever."
Her hand got to the base of my cock. I pulled my hips up a bit to give her room. I felt her delicate fingers encircle my rod and gently ease it up. She paused and looked at me.
"Keep going, make it point straight up, it'll be comfortable and you'll feel it better"
She did as I instructed and thank God, she didn't let go.
"You want to see it?"
She nodded her head.
"Ever seen one before?"
"Not like this, ya know?"
"Let go for a moment, let me."
I sat back but, realized that was no good with my shorts on so I moved off the cot and stood. She was staring at my now tented shorts as I eased them down and off.
"Oooh, it's nice, (she looked up at me) and so big!"
"Ha, it's OK. Here, sit up."
She popped up and sat on the edge of the cot, my cock staring her directly in the face. She reached a hand and started a nice stoke. I felt a shiver run through me once her fingers were wrapped around me.
She looked up and said, "It's very nice. Like you. Handsome and strong."
She put her other hand on my hip and slid it back and caressed my ass.
"Have I told you how much I like your ass?"
She was killing me! I had to watch her and when I did, I felt I would explode! I tried looking into her eyes but that was worse! They were a deep rich brown and I could feel myself falling into them. My mind raged, 'Stephanie-Fucking-Batten is stroking my cock!'
"No. you haven't. I think you need to tell me more often."
She laughed and said she would.
"Steph, slow down. You're driving me crazy. Unless you want me to unleash a load all over you, you need to take it easy."
"This is all it's going to take? Just a few strokes"
"Seriously Steph. I'm ready to nut. But please, not yet."
She let go of me and her hands were at her mouth as she giggled. I waited and she asked, "Nut? What the hell is that?"
"Damn Steph, some of us call cumming, (now with gentle sarcasm) you know, an orgasm or climax, as 'nutting' that's all."
She sat up all perky and pert. God was she cute. "I know all about cumming, I just never heard the expression 'nut.' OK, I'll go easy but only if you promise to kiss me whenever I ask."
That last part was said with a bit of a pout and once again I had to control my emotions.
I took her by the shoulders and laid her down on the cot at a bit of an angle while saying, "Man! Really? Kiss you whenever you want? OK, I can do that. You are ---"
"Right now!"
"What?"
"Kiss me right now!"
"If I must."
I kissed her and I kissed her good. Her arms were around my neck and she was into it. I'm sure she was well aware of where my left hand was traveling, because she lifted her fine-as-hell ass for me, allowing me to fully palm her pussy. I played with her through her shorts as I humped on her thigh.
She had tightened her arms around my neck and her kissing took on greater urgency. I shifted and moved my hand from outside her shorts to under them and inside her panties. It felt like heaven! She was so soft, hot, and wet. I had my middle finger sliding up and down her hot slit. The gentle moans coming from her were the sexiest things I ever heard.
I broke our kiss. I was still hard as rock and I could tell from her eyes that although very excited, she was also nervous; she didn't need to be, I wasn't going to have our first time be on the cot in the pool office!
I lifted and took a good look. There was nothing but beauty in front of me. Her excited breathing had her moving on the cot and it looked sexy as hell.
I started kissing her lips, moved to her chin, then her neck, between her tits, on to each nipple, and then, kissed my way down to her navel and then returned to her lips. She reached down and found my cock. I shifted my hips back to give her some room and then began to molest her sweet little pussy as she stroked me.
We stayed like this, kissing and using our hands to get the other off. Luckily, I had a better feel for pussy than she did for cock. I circled the pads of my index and middle fingers around and over her clit with increasing urgency until she was losing hand coordination and rolling her hips. She broke our kiss as her breathing increased. Her mouth had that down-turned look and her eyes were half-closed as she reached apogee.
Her hand squeezed my cock as her climax hit home. I relaxed on her clit and fully palmed her pussy as she "aahed" through three nice climatic jerks and tremors. My hips went into overdrive as I humped harder into her hand. It only took a moment before I was cumming on her thigh and hand. She realized what was happening and restarted her stroking. She lunged into me and we kissed as she milked the last of my cum out of my cock.
We stopped kissing but did not move away. Our foreheads were touching and our noses were to the side of the other. She snuggled in a bit and I held her tight.
Stephanie sighed and I asked, "How you feeling?"
With a bit of a stretch, she said, "Wonderful, simply wonderful."
I kissed her forehead and said, "You'll get no argument from me."
We lay for a mite bit longer and I said, "Let me get a towel and get that spunk of you."
"Let me guess, you nutted some spunk?"
I dropped my head onto her shoulder and laughed. I looked up at her and said, "We're going to have some fun, huh?"
She giggled, gave me a quick kiss, and said as she squirmed out from under me, "You bet! C'mon, let's rinse off."
We headed to the showers, her wearing only her shorts and a load of cum on her thigh, me buck naked! I got to clean her thigh and kiss her tits while she very nicely washed me off. Being nineteen, I was hard again at her first touch. She looked at my wet willie and then at me. I said, "Conditioner, you have any conditioner?"
"Gimme a sec!"
With the proper lubricant, and with great amusement, she jerked me to another nice nut.
We were dressed and back in the office. I was all wore out and she was all perky.
"That was wild Greg! I've never done anything like that before. You liked it, right?"
"Steph, that was absolutely awesome. You've worn me out!"
She got a little quiet, "I was kind of scared you wanted more. I wasn't too sure what I wanted."
I looked at her, she had more to say.
"I'm so glad I'm with you. For me this was perfect! You understood all along, didn't you?"
I leaned forward, "Steph, our first time isn't going to be on the office cot or some smelly back seat. We need to get to know each other a lot better. Don't get me wrong, you're the most beautiful and interesting girl I've ever met and man, do I ever want to get to know you! I want you in the right way though. You, we, have to be ready."
"Thank you."
She started to say something but for some reason didn't.
We sat in silence.
"Steph, our ages, I could go to jail for what we just did."
"Greg, I know and we have to be careful. I looked into it. Once I'm seventeen it's all fine."
"Seventeen? How's that?"
"Everyone thinks it eighteen, but for us, being three years apart, seventeen is the age of consent. That means next June ---"
"Wait, you only turned sixteen this June?"
"Yes, June sixth."
"My god, your dad would kill me."
"No, he wouldn't, I told my parents about you."
Now that caught my attention!
"What?!"
"It's fine, I told them we were just friends but I thought I might want more of a relationship. I've been honest about you and they're fine with us, maybe not doing all this but, with us a couple."
"A couple?"
All of the confidence she usually carries flowed right out of her. A look of genuine fear came over her.
I looked out the window and quietly said, "A couple."
I looked back at her and said, "I like that, but let's not go too quick. I like you more than any girl I've ever met. Let's not jinx anything. I want to get to know you better."
The look of relief was instantaneous. It took us a good half hour to say goodbye that evening.
End of Part I
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