When Danny had taken the lifeguard test he had underestimated the benefits of the job. He soon began to realize that his days consisted of sitting on his ass by the pool and getting a tan. He teased his friends who worked the register at McDonalds or folded khakis at the Gap when they complained about long hours on their feet where they could barely catch a glimpse of the sun. Danny had gotten a job lifeguarding at Seaview Beach Club where the well-off in Millington spent their summer days when they weren't at their beach houses in the Hamptons. He worked mostly weekdays which meant the clientele was predominantly teenagers like himself, except that they drove their daddys' BMWs and didn't need a summer job, and housewives whose idea of housework meant trying to give their non-English speaking housekeeper instructions on what errands needed to be done.
Danny didn't mind the housewives. Some of them were hot. A few of them had flirted with him, peeking over their sunglasses up at him from the opposite side of the pool or chatting him up while he was up on his perch. It disturbed him a little considering some of them were pretty close to his mom's age, but at the same time, the whole Mrs. Robinson thing kind of turned him on a little. He of course had no complaints regarding the teenage girls who paraded around the pool in bathing suits that covered the bare minimum. Even the teenage boys weren't that bad – at least there was little chance of them drowning. And they didn't give him a hard time the way they would have if they had when they were in school. Here, he was invisible to them.
Thursdays were nice because Danny worked the afternoon shift which meant he could sleep late. He got to work at 1, peeled off his t-shirt, threw it in his locker and climbed up to his throne above the pool. Through his sunglasses he had free reign to stare at the plentiful mounds of flesh bouncing and bobbing below him. He was basically being paid to ogle women and he made sure to earn every penny he was being paid. Every once in a while he thought about Sara and felt a little guilty, but he was just looking he assured himself. There's no harm in looking. Not that he and Sara were that serious. They were only 18 - it wasn't like they were on their way down the aisle or anything. She would be going off to college in a month and a half and he would be staying here, going to Everton. Danny got the sense that there would be no effort made by either party to attempt a long distance relationship. Theirs was a high school thing and it would serve its purpose until it reached its expiration date at the end of the summer.
Danny's eyes kept falling on Veronica Delacourt lying on a lounge chair directly across the pool from him. She seemed to be staring directly at him, but with her sunglasses on, he couldn't tell. It wasn't likely though. Veronica was Danny's age and they'd been in one or two classes together in high school, but he was sure she had no clue who he was. He couldn't even remember ever speaking to her in the past four years. But now, they were out of high school, away from the strict social hierarchy, and Danny thought maybe there might be some small possibility that here he had a chance.
Veronica was the girl who all the guys either wanted to sleep with or had slept with or at least claimed they had slept with. Girls hated her because she didn't play by their rules. They called her a bitch and a slut behind her back, but to her face, she was their best friend. Guys hated her because she refused them. They made lewd jokes about her with their buddies and then went home to jerk off to her picture in the yearbook.
It was hard to blame them - she was the utter embodiment of sex - and Danny was appreciating every inch of her. Her dark brown, almost black, wavy hair fell just below her shoulders. Her skin was on the verge of mocha and her body glistened with perspiration. Her breasts overflowed from the white bikini top with straps that seemed to be working their hardest to hold everything in. Her stomach was taut and Danny's eyes trailed down to the tiny triangle that was held together with two little bows on each side just below her hipbones. The thought of what that small piece of fabric was concealing began to get his dick excited and he could feel it growing beneath his trunks. Danny tried to subtly move his arm to cover it as he scanned the pool to make it look like he was not neglecting his job.
When he looked back at Veronica, her chair was empty. His eyes frantically searched for her. He quickly found her at the end of the pool standing at the edge. She looked up at him purposefully. There was no mistake about it – she was no longer wearing her sunglasses and he could feel her eyes peering into his. She looked back at the turquoise water at her feet and dove in, barely making a ripple. He watched her tan body move underwater like a torpedo. He imagined the water moving over every curve of her body, seeping through her bikini to all those places the sunlight couldn't reach.
"Hey man, you're done. Go take your break," his replacement called up to him.
Danny had completely lost track of the time. His shift was over and he climbed down from his chair, his eyes never looking away from Veronica gliding through the water. He began to walk along the edge of the pool towards the main building to take his break. Suddenly, she climbed up the ladder out of the pool. Her suit, which had done a wonderful job clinging to her when it was dry, was now stuck to her like shrink-wrap and the white fabric had become so translucent that he could clearly see her pert nipples that were the size of half dollars. At that moment Danny envied the beads of water that were trickling down her chest between her breasts. She slicked back her hair and then adjusted her bikini bottom to make sure it wasn't revealing any more than it should.
Danny had been so overwhelmed by Veronica getting out of the pool that she literally stopped him in his tracks. He just stood there watching her.
"I saw you staring at me," she said and looked over at him. She wasn't smiling and he began to worry that she might not have appreciated his ogling.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" Danny was flustered. He didn't want to lose his job. He'd been so sure that the "checking out" had been mutual.
"You don't need to apologize. I wanted you to look at me." She walked over to her lounge chair and grabbed her towel to pat herself dry. She stepped close to him, her still-damp breasts just grazing his bare chest, and leaned to whisper in his ear. With the palm of her hand pressed firmly against his semi-hard cock, she said, "You want to fuck me don't you?" She leaned back to look him in the eye. The only thing stopping from coming right there in his trunks was the fear that other people might have witnessed this exchange. Luckily, it was pretty empty today and the only member close enough to see anything clearly was lying face down on her chair with her bikini top undone to prevent tan lines.
