In the early spring of 1962 I was sixteen. I had been raised most of my life in the country on a lake where swimming was an everyday thing. When we moved to the city I found the thing I missed the most was swimming in the lake. I had tried the city pools but found them too crowded and rowdy for my taste.
When you're used to having a whole lake to swim in, a small pool with several hundred other kids is too much. Then I found the downtown municipal pool, Olympic sized, four different sized diving boards, and a limit on the age of the kids allowed. To put it mildly, I was in hog heaven or is that fish heaven?
Finally I had a place where I could actually swim without having people run over me. The diving boards also intrigued me. The lake I was raised on was shallow; for the most part under six feet deep, which made diving risky at best. Here they had twenty-five feet of water and after watching some of the other guys dive, I had to try it.
I signed up for a beginners diving class, which was held early every Saturday morning at seven. I felt rather out of place when I showed up for the first class as most of the kids were under twelve and only came up to my chest in height. At eighteen, I was six feet tall and weight around one hundred and sixty. Tall and lean, which I found out was good for a diver.
By the end of that summer, I had been jumped to the intermediate class and before long I was starting the advanced classes. The couch said I had potential and invited me to join the city diving team. That way I could continue my training throughout the winter.
By the spring of 1964, I was one of the top four divers in the city and the couch got me a job as a life guard at another pool for the summer, as I had to work to support my beat up old fifty four Ford. Eighteen, with a car and a job as a lifeguard, could life be any better?
As a lifeguard at the Fair Grounds pool, I could come in an hour early and have the pool to myself, unless one of the other lifeguards happened to do the same thing. School had only been out a week and the weather was still cool, so the pool wasn't very crowded except on Saturday afternoons.
I came in early as usual, did my warm up laps, and was working on some tricky dives from the low board when I noticed two groups of girls from this areas high school. Of the first group, I knew one of them from a couple of classes, as I went to that school. When I waved she turned and looked the other way. I had to grin, when she did, as that was what I expected.
There are two very distinct groups at our school, the rich kids from around the lake area and the poor ones from the backside of the fair Grounds. I fall into the latter class, so her snobbery was normal since she was with two of her friends. I was beneath notice although she and I had gone out a couple of times.
Gina was short with long black hair and built like you wouldn't believe. On our last date, I had been allowed to cop a couple of quick feels of her ample breasts. Slender and Italian, what else do I need to say?
Of her two friends, I knew little because they were very tight with their rich clique group. The tall blonde was Carol and I think the shorter blonde was Tina but I didn't know for sure.
The three of them were dressed in their preppy uniform of white skirt, white blouse, and white tennis shoes with a pastel colored sweaters tied loosely around their necks. Sunglasses and charm bracelets were their only accessories.
A pretty bland bunch from my point of view, of course everything was of the highest quality and the best name brands. I knew the swimwear they had in their overnight cases were of the latest style and showed as much skin as the law allowed.
A few of their kind showed up over at the municipal pool from time to time just to be seen in the right place. They never got wet or stayed long, just long enough to make sure everyone was aware they were there.
The other group of girls was from my neighborhood and I had dated three out of the four, nothing special, just socializing. The fourth one, Maggie, I would have loved to date but she was already taken by one of the local hoods. He was a real bad ass and I couldn't for the life of me see what she saw in him. I figured he would be in jail or dead by the time he was twenty-one, if he made it that long.
Maggie was five feet seven and drop dead gorgeous. Flaming red hair and the most beautiful deep green eyes I had ever seen. The few times I'd had the nerve to talk to her, I kept getting lost in their depths. She had noticed and thought it was cute.
The death sentence for our area was to be thought cute. I don't want to say it was a tough neighborhood, but it wasn't a matter of getting in a fight everyday, but who you were going to fight on any given day. Moving into that area made me a must try target for everyone and being from the country just made it worse, as I got tagged with the country bumpkin label right off the bat.
The only thing that helped was growing up with six older cousins who picked on me unmercifully, which made me tough and taught me how to handle myself. Don't get me wrong; I don't like to fight. I try not to ever start anything and if trouble does start I try to joke my way out of it.
If that doesn't work then I do the next best thing, which it to totally unload on the other guy as unexpectedly as possible. My motto is: "The firstest with the mostest wins." I've won far more than I've lost over the last few years and most people have learned to let me be.
Compared to the preppies, the other four girls were dressed shabbily or a better word might be sloppily. At any rate they were different and their dress showed it.
Marcie was tall and skinny and always wore pedal pushers, which made her look even taller and skinner. She wears a bikini at the lake but a full suit around the city pools. She has no butt, no hips, and no boobs but has the attitude that she's the sexiest thing on two legs. In some ways she is.
Of the three I dated, she is by far the best kisser and dancer of the bunch. For a girl with a flat chest she has the biggest nipples I've ever seen. They are as big around as my finger and over an inch long. She wears a heavily padded bra to hide them because she says they stay hard all the time. The last time we dated, I got as far as sucking on them. They are so sensitive that she would only let me suck one for a few seconds before moving my head over to the other. I was enjoying myself immensely as was she. I think she must have had at least four orgasms before she made me stop.
To pay me back she gave me my first blowjob. That blew my mind among other things. Thinking back, I can honestly say she had a natural talent in that area and worked hard on doing it right. Seeing that it was my first may color my thinking but I don't think I've ever had one that was better or more skillfully done.
Pat wore her usual black full skirt and white short-sleeved blouse, which hid a great body. She was the only one of the three I had dated that I had gone all the way with, as we used to say. Even in the back seat of my old car she was something else. It wasn't exactly my first time but very close to it and she showed me things I had never imagined in my wildest adolescent dreams.
I must have done some things right because she and I were still spending time in the back of the Ford. We had talked about our relationship on a couple of occasions, which left me a little confused. I was trying to put love in it somewhere but Pat had a dream of being in the movies and didn't want to get tied down to anyone or anything.
My feelings for her run deeper than I had let on but I kept them to myself. If I made a big deal out of it, she would drop me in a heartbeat. As it was we spent most of our time with each other but could still go and do what we pleased. It had a lot of people confused but that's their problem.
