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...
