로그인I was twenty-four years old, and I worked at the public pool. My work attire consisted of navy-blue swimming trunks, a navy-blue shirt with my name, Ethan Brown, printed in white on the left side of it, a navy-blue cap and flip-flops. I was not a lifeguard. My duties ranged from emptying the trashcans, mowing the lawns, and cleaning the bathrooms, to unlocking the entrance gate in the mornings and locking up at night. Two lifeguards worked in shifts. William Green was an arrogant nineteen-year-old with a sculpted body. The other lifeguard was Mia Thompson.Mia was a tall, curvy babe in her early twenties. When she was on duty, her long dark hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, revealing the sharp features of her pretty face. Her friendly eyes scanned the pool, taking in the activity around her with a calm and watchful gaze. When she walked around the pool, her hips swayed gently, drawing attention from many admiring onlookers. She was a good swimmer with strong and toned arms.
“Before?” Claire dropped her hands back in her lap.Lila slid her hands down and started rubbing herself as she faced Claire.Tara climbed on the couch and pushed Max back. “You’re not giving the orders here, pretty boy. We’re taking that virginity like she should have a long time ago.”“Is this really happening?” Claire squeaked.“Yes.” Max breathed the word out. Lila wasn’t sure if he was saying it to them or himself.Tara crawled across the couch on her hands and knees before lowering her face into his lap. He was so sprung that she didn’t even have to hold his cock up to get it into her mouth. She did have to relax her jaw and throat to swallow most of his fat, virgin cock.His eyes rolled back in his head and Lila expected him to shoot off down Tara’s throat at any moment. He wasn’t acting anymore. His head was back on the sofa and he had no idea Claire was even in the room anymore.Lila figured she better get in on it quick before he was done.Claire whispered. “Max.”The sound
After Lila led him into the room, Max sat down on the sofa and looked around the space. He wore blue slacks, brown loafers, and had a deep tan. His hair looked wet from all the product holding the curls in a wavy place. He looked good, but seeing him in person dressed in his conservative clothes made her believe he actually was a virgin.Lila started to have doubts about the plan.“Where is Claire?” he asked.“Tara is bringing her up.”“Where is everyone else?”Lila swallowed and then said, “That is part of the surprise.”“You guys didn’t do much decorating.”Lila put her hands on her hips and heaved out her chest as she stood over him. “I’m part of the decorations, Max.”He looked up at her. Lila could tell he was having trouble keeping his eyes off her tits. This was going to be easier than she thought. Lila pulled her skirt up past her knees.“What are you doing?” His voice broke in the middle of his sentence.“Claire has a surprise for you. And Tara and I are part of it.”“What do
Claire paused from endlessly stirring her salad. “What do you mean?”Tara and Lila exchanged another look. Tara’s eyes were the ones that were wide now.Tara swallowed and cleared her throat. “Ugh … no offense. I was just playing.”“That’s okay,” Claire said. “I just don’t get it.”Tara looked to Lila for help, but Lila shrugged. As far as Lila was concerned, Tara had dug this hole for herself and Lila was curious to see how her friend dug her way out.“I’m just saying.” Tara rolled her head around her shoulders and scratched at her neck. “He seems like quite the hunk. He must leave you breathless after a night … of, ugh, passion. You know what I mean?”“Oh,” Claire said. She flushed and fanned herself with one hand as she mixed her salad faster. Just take a bite already, Lila thought. Claire finally continued. “Oh, ugh, yeah … I mean, no. We are both …”“Both what?” Lila was curious now.Claire leaned forward and whispered at the table. “We’re virgins. We’re saving ourselves for the
Lila Harper took out her time card and stared at the machine. It was a big, grey box hanging on the wall by extra heavy bolts. She knew when she slid the card into the slot that it would give one, awful clang. It was a metal on metal sound that made her teeth hurt.She worked in an office, but the owner was old and did not like to change. His family ran the company for him, but all the children, nephews, nieces, and now grandchildren let him have his way so that one day they could have his money. This stupid, arcane punchcard machine was a symbol of everything she hated about how this office was run.Lila sighed and whispered to herself. “It is just a machine. Not a symbol.”She slid her card into the slot and listened to the metal clank. It seemed louder today than usual and her teeth hurt more. Maybe it was dying along with the old man. She dropped her card in the rack that was probably older than her too and kept walking.Lila was young, blond and fresh out of college. She tried to
If I hesitated, it wasn’t because of any reluctance on my part. I wanted Mason just as much as he wanted me. But we needed to find somewhere we weren’t likely to be interrupted, and even in my clubbing prime I’d never been a fan of having sex in the toilets. Too cramped, too insanitary and downright inconsiderate of all the people who needed the cubicle you’d taken out of commission while you fucked. Then it came to me. ‘You said the manager’s talking to Ethan?’ When he nodded, I continued, ‘So that means his office is going to be empty. Let’s go find it.’ The office was at the far end of the corridor, past the green room. From the half-open door came the sound of laughter and chatting, and I hoped no one glanced out and saw Mason and me passing by, rather than joining them as we were supposed to. Mason tried the office door and found it unlocked. The room, when we slipped inside, was barely big enough to contain its selection of mismatched furniture: the club manager’s desk, a bat







