It was the summer I had to work at the pool. My usual job at the ice cream parlor on the boardwalk had been lost when the owner had sold out to a larger company. Just when I was looking forwards to a summer of lazing about at home, catching up on all the video games and gossip I had missed during my sophomore year at college, My Uncle had called the house. He was the manager of the community pools that belonged to the YMCA.
"Hey Uncle Ray." I said, fidgeting with the phone cord. I had the wireless controller in my hand, trying to get a clear shot at the TV and the PS2™. My friend Dominick had challenged me to a game of NBA Street© and I hadn't played in months. I was trying to get the hang of it again. I was in my choice pajamas for the summer, pink boy shorts and an old cut to midriff wifebeater.
"Hey Sanaa." Uncle Ray said. He was my father's brother. I should explain something right here. My parents are of different races. My mother is black and my father is white. I'm what they called their little pudding cup. My mother used to sing a song to me every night, about me being chocolate with a twist of vanilla. I inherited my mother's hair, and my father's hazel eyes. My skin, however, had taken neither my mother's nor my fathers tone. I was instead a caramel color.
I chewed on the end of one of my braids. My thick dark brown hair had been corn rowed on top, with the back hanging in skinny braids down my back. I scratched my left foot with my right big toe. "Your mother tells me you don't have a job this summer."
"Well, not this summer but I don't mind too much." I looked down at my hand, then rested the controller on the kitchen counter.
"Well your mother minds. She doesn't want you at home," I rolled my eyes, knowing what was coming. "She wants you out in the work force and not getting lazy during your break."
"But Uncle Ray, I've been at school all year." I sighed. "I just want a break."
"Uh huh..." He said. "You're going to show up tomorrow morning."
"But" i interjected, trying for any excuse.
"At 9 o'clock." he continued anyway.
"Uncle Ray"
"At the pool. We need another lifeguard and your mother already confirmed that you can both swim and do CPR." I sighed again.
"Yes uncle Ray..." I hid the pout in my voice. "I'll be there."
So there I was, zinc on my nose, ugly little white hat on my head, stupid not my color red one piece suit, sitting on the dumb tower with the megaphone next to my arm. My elbows were on my knees as I halfheartedly scanned the pool.
My cousin Jeff stopped by a couple of times a day. He worked at the other pool, the so called "adults pool". It was just a plain pool, while the one my uncle stationed me at had a slide a diving board, and various other things to attract the younger crowd. Jeff was... there's no other way to say it... HOTT!!!! He was tall, blonde, and gorgeous. He was 21, two years older than me, 6'1, had hazel eyes, shaggy hair, and a build that friends of mine would kill to touch.
Whenever Jeff came around, the other lifeguard, Shari, fell into a giggling fit. The last time she had nearly fallen off her tower but had dropped her glasses.
About a week into the job as I preparing to take my break, Jeff came over and hooked his arms in the ladder of my tower and leaned on it, looking up at me.
"Hey cuz." He said, smiling with those perfect teeth of his.
"Hey Jeff." I said. I took the whistle off my neck and waved across the pool at Shari, who waved back. "Move to the side boy, I gotta get down." Jeff grinned and stepped back. I turned giving him a view of my ass without really thinking about it. When I hit the ground I started walking towards the Commons, a room set up for the lifeguards behind the lost and found office. It was large, with a couple of old couches, old carpet, a coffee table, a TV and a DVD player.
Jeff followed me, but before we got to the end of the pool a wicked grin crossed his face. He tackled me around the waist and jumped into the pool, taking me with him. I swam for the surface but he pulled at me, gripping me around the waist and, oddly enough, on my left breast then he pushed me underneath him, surfacing before me.
I came up coughing, and pushed him in his chest.
"You bastard." I climbed out and coughed again, walking to the Commons, this time faster, dreaming of a towel, a couch, and a fist in Jeff's nose.
That evening it was my turn to do major shut down, which included pouring chlorine into the adult pool, the pool I worked, and the kiddie pool, turning out the lights, getting any left behind items and placing them in the lost and found, among others. The other workers had headed home a while ago, and I was completely alone when I was finally done. I headed into the pool shower accessible only to the lifeguards, separate from the public showers, grabbing my towel once more. I hated going home with the smell of chlorine in my nose. I always rinsed myself and my hair here, then showered majorly at home.
When I stepped into the hot water I let my while body relax, letting my fingers roam across my body. I stood there for a few minutes, humming to myself, before stripping off my suit, something I only did on my night shutting down. I let my fingers roam my now naked body once more, stopping to rub each nipple slowly with each hand. A low moan escaped my lips. It had been months since I had any, and I was feening for some dick. God I could imagine it now, a nice hard dick pumping slowly between my legs, speeding up when I asked him to, then filling my pussy up with his cum...
My right hand traveled down my body, rubbing my navel and sliding lower. I kept my pussy clean shaven, with only a strip of hair my last boyfriend had called his runway. I tickled myself for a minute, letting my finger squeeze and discover every single fold down there before touching my clit. I rubbed it softly, then inserted my index and middle finger into my pussy, moaning to myself as I let my thumb flick back and forth across my clit.
I quickened the pace, pumping my fingers in and out as I imagined him speeding up. I was on the edge of a toe curling orgasm when I heard the shower door open. I opened my eyes and my cousin Jeff was staring at me with a look of shock. I gasped and pulled my fingers out, grabbing my suit and pulling it on quickly. I slipped in the process, landing on my ass in a puddle of water.
Jeff laughed then. My faces burning with embarrassment I pushed past him, grabbing my towel and bag as I went. I gripped my skirt out of my bag as I walked, hastily pulling it over my swimsuit. I heard footsteps behind me and a hand on my arm.
"Leave me alone." I said, pulling from his grip and heading to the gate of the pool. I stopped to face him. "Why the hell were you here?"
"I left some stuff in the commons so I came , and I heard the shower going so I went to investigate." Jeff said, running a hand through his hair. "Believe me, It was a shock that you were in there." I turned again, walking towards the gate. "Slow down cuz, I'll give you a ride home." He said, smiling at me. I sighed. My only other alternative was the bus.
"Alright."
The ride home was uneventful. Jeff turned some music on and I rolled my eyes at the station. It was rock. Not that I disliked it, I'm a real white girl sometimes and rock is one of my favorite genres of music, but my favorite is reggae. I stitched his station, finding one that was playing a slow reggae song, and turned it up. I let the music wash over me, closing my eyes and whyning in place. I was slow grinding my hips and ass into the seat the whole ride home.
When he dropped me off he looked a little flustered. I noticed the reason when I went to climb out of the car. My skirt had ridden up to my waist, exposing my crotch where the swimsuit, thanks to my haste to pull it up, barely covered my lips. I blushed and climbed out, thanking Jeff and rushing inside the house. That night I tossed and turned in my bed, unable to sleep. Sighing, I remembered the orgasm that never happened. I opened my legs, softly pulling at my lips again before going at my pussy I moaned aloud, not afraid that my parents would catch me as their room was at the other end of the house. As I humped my hips in the air I imagined the dick filling me again entering me deep enough to push at my womb and pulling almost all the way out, then pushing itself in me again.
I moaned again, feeling climax on its way. Just as I came, the face of the guy with the dick changed. No longer some random stranger, my cousin was mounting me and fucking the shit out of my pussy, I screamed as my orgasm overtook me, stronger than any I had ever given myself. As I came down from it, my mind raced. Why was my cousin's face hovering over mine in my fantasy? What did it mean? Did I secretly want... I rolled over onto my side, clamping my hand over my pussy and stroked it slowly as I fell asleep.
The next day was dreary. Mom and dad left for work before I finally tumbled out of bed at 8:30 and saw the clouds. I then cursed myself for being late and got myself ready in an amazing 15 minutes, even having time to take the razor and touch up my pussy hair. I was lucky enough to flag down a friend as I raced to the bus stop and she dropped me to work just as the gray clouds got grayer. I waved her off and entered the gate, a puzzled look on my face. The pool, which usually had customers even in the rain, they just huddled under umbrella's until the sky cleared, was empty. More than that, none of the other workers were here.
I saw a light on in the lost and found and walked towards it just as it started to pour. I thanked god for the change of clothes in my locker as I entered the lost and found. I took off my sneakers and headed into the commons, then to the back showers. I took no notice of the shower going and instead pulled my clothes out of my locker, a denim skirt and a wifebeater, and my extra towel. I peeled off my belt and pulled off my denim shorts, wiggling my way out of them slowly. My bathing suit straps came off next, but I stopped it from falling as I remembered to look for my extra panties I sometimes kept in there.
During all of this time the shower had been going. I didn't register when it stopped, I just kept pulling my things from my locker. I turned to face the shower, determining I would knock on the glass door to see who it was and then ask them to step out so I could get into it.
