When I showed up for work on Sunday I was about 20 minutes earlier. Stacey came a bit afterwards, and we gossiped a bit before walking it at 11:30. The pool would open at noon. The rest of the crew arrived by 11:40. I quietly snuck Ryan, Joanne, and Steve's clothes back in their lockers. I had left Tommy's in his truck on my way out. As things got going that morning I go put on kiddy watch, which meant I had to sit at the far end of the deck and watch over the kiddie pools, and the hot tubs and the shallow end of the main rec pool when it got crowded, the other outdoor pool was supposed to be for lap swimmers only, and had the lane lines run.

It was sort of considered the low rung job to be stick with the babies, and was also your responsibility to deal with diapers, messes and other baby related issues when there. Mostly just pointing people to the changing stations and providing plastic bags. Maintenance would handle any of the really dirty jobs if needed, but it put you furthest away from the action, and the rest of the crew, and felt sort of social isolated. I didn't really care, I liked kids, I liked the job, and to be honest I was enjoying the little bit of peace and quiet before the afternoon got going.

It was slow enough that Tommy came wandering over to my guard stand. He was on gopher duty, the next rung up as it were. Anyone in the crew he needed a water, or sunblock or anything else could flag him over, and he was designated to fetch, the rest of the time he was just supposed to circulate, looking for stray towels, chairs out of alignment, safety hazards, or whatever else the pool manager or Steven told him to. It was almost 12:20 when he wandered over, Steven still hadn't shown up, but there was almost nobody there. It was a bit overcast, and there were a couple regulars in the lap pool, and a family had just come in to the rec pool, but nobody had come down the kiddie pools, or hot tubs yet.

"Hey KitKat!" he said, grinning

I flashed a smile down at him. Remembering the taste of him on my lips.

"I tried calling you last night, but uh..." he trailed of

"But my Dad told you to go screw!" I said giggling, "Yeah, he's old school, and doesn't like people calling late, or boys calling for me at all. Sorry. How was your day off?"

"Not too bad, I slept in for most of it, how about you?", he asked

"Same," I replied. He started to turn to leave, suddenly seeming a bit nervous.

"Tommy?" I asked, as he was walking. He turned back to me. "Was it... ok?" I asked, not quiet sure why, his cum in my throat should have made the answer obvious, but I was looking for some sort of validation.

"Okay?" he said quizzically. "OKAY? KittyKat it was amazing! Stupendous! Superlative!"

I grinned. "Oh good!" I said, pleased with myself now. "Was there something you wanted to ask? On the phone last night?"

"Oh," he sputtered a little, "I was going to see if you wanted to catch a movie or something."

"Why?" I said teasingly, "Are we dating now? or something?"

It came out colder than I had intended. I was trying to be coy and play hard to get, but he suddenly looked sad and dejected.

"I'm teasing silly! Maybe this Saturday, if you want, I'll let you take me out on a proper date"

He was all smiles now, and he stood up just a little taller.

"You got it KitKat!", and he bounded off toward the Rec Pool tower, as Ryan was flagging him over. The name more or less stuck after that, and the whole crew started calling my KitKat, or just Kat. I enjoyed watching him strut around. I was still thinking about how nice his dick felt in my mouth, and how it might feel in my pussy. But I still couldn't quiet get over his face, and in the back of my head, i still had other desires.

Nearly on queue with my thoughts, Steven can strolling in. 12:45, it was really kind of annoying. But I was starting to learn that was just his style. He swung by my chair and waved.

"How are you this morning Kat?" his voices was soft and smiley.

"I'm good, you?"

"Can't complain, can't complain. Did you have fun Friday? I hope it wasn't ... too much or anything?"

"I had a blast" I said, a little too quickly. "Hope we get to do it again soon!"

He smiled at that and wandered off on his rounds. Watching him walk I was imagining what he might taste like too. It left me drooling a little and achy inside. The day passed by fairly quickly, at closing time Tommy came up to my locker, and give me a smack on the ass: I didn't hate it.

"What up KitKat? Got any plans for the evening?" He was overly chipper, and seemed a little eager.

"Oh, I dunno, what did you have in mind?" I asked pretending not to know exactly what he wanted.

"You know, hang out? Maybe grab a bite at the diner?"

It was the de facto local hangout. If you were over 18 and under 21, and didn't have a fake ID or older friends, that's were you gathered on summer evenings, either outside in the lot, where people gathered around each other's cars and gabbed, or inside if you wanted to eat or have coffee.

I nodded to him, and the pulling on my red crew hoodie, said
"Lead the way big boy!"

He seemed to like the way I said that. His step got a bit of swagger in it as he led me to my car.

"I'll follow you", I said, getting in. The diner was less than a minute away, 2 turns and down the road a bit. It was still early but the lot was already packed. I found a spot in the back on the grass, and Tommy parked his truck next to me, backing it in, as he was prone to do. He was already out of the truck and opening my door by the time I got myself situated in the spot. I was a good driver, but still overly cautious at that time, so it took me a minute to make sure I was perfectly straight; not that there was a single line to be found, or anyone to care.

We were both still in uniform. It was an odd sort of status symbol around town. If you worked at the club that was already of note, but being a life guard gave you a sort of automatic respect, at least among the other teens and young twenties kids. It was warm in the diner, and I took off my hoodie, my tee shirt came up with it, leaving only my red bikini. At first I was going to pull the tee back on, but seeing Tommy's eyes widen now looking at my boobs, and erect nipples excited me, so instead I let him enjoy. Sat with my hands in my lap, squeezing my arms together a little once in a while, to push my cleavage together. As I was teasing him Ryan and Steven came into the diner. They teasing Tommy about being on a date.

"So what if we are?" I said, playfully, "Not that we are. But I figured after the BJ I gave him Friday night he owed me a milkshake and fries"

I had assumed he spent all weekend bragging about it, but as it turned out from the the dropped jaws around the table, Tommy didn't kiss and tell. I laughed coyly, and then trying to play it off.

"Don't worry boys, you'll all get a turn!", I giggled as I said it, pretending like it was no big deal, when actually I had been imagining more or less that since Saturday afternoon.

Ryan and Steven laughed too, Tommy not so much. He seemed genuinely horrified by the idea. Under the table I stretched out my long left leg and found his calf. I slid my foot from my sandal, and carefully, nearly imperceptible to the other two, lifted my leg and planted my foot in his crotched. He shifted a little, and was about to speak when I said,

"Come on Tommy, you didn't think it meant something did you?" my words were cruel but my foot was stroking his cock quite dexterously, something I had learned to do and perfect my sophomore year. He squirmed a little, but seemed to get the message, and laughed along. I was using my toes to gently squeeze and rub his cockhead. He only had on his Red trunks and white tee from work, and the material was thin enough that I could make out every lovely feature of his thick root.

I didn't want to let on, but I was enamored with all the boys. I had only experienced 5 or 6 dicks in my life, and most of them had been smaller 5 or 6 inchers at most. For a while I thought all boys looked like that. Tommy was the first 'big' dick I had ever seen, and Steven's looked like it might be bigger still. It left me wondering how big they really got? I had heard lots of rumors, especially the old standards regarding black men, but I had never really seen one, and was too afraid of computers or the internet at the time to look one up.

So here I was, sitting with 3 beautiful boys, knowing already what all 3 looked like naked, and having already taken good measure of on dick, I was honestly already on the prowl for number two. I had never had much chance to get much attention in High School, and even when I had, I never had much time or the place to do anything. I was never 'popular' or even 'cool', I was just one of the crowd most days. I knew nearly everyone in my class, and they all knew me, nearly all were friendly, but there were only a handful who I had called friends, and really only two girls I ever spent much time with. Having this much attention. Knowing the already had seen me at least nearly naked, not that my little red thong was hiding much, if anything. And now inside I was trembling with excitement.

Tommy and I had been at booth, sitting across from one another when Steve and Ryan came in. Steve sat next to Tommy, and Ryan had slid in next to me at the booth. Now as I was massaging Tommy's ample cock with my foot, kneading it a little with my toes, just under the glans. Tommy was clearly squirming now.

Steven was telling them both about his new car which he was picking up that weekend. It was an 60's corvette, and he was explaining about the rear window glass. As he was showing them pictures, I casually put my hand on Ryan's leg, under the table. He too was in his Red work trunks, and white tee, and his long legs were smooth, nearly hairless. His leg muscles were taut, and felt good under my fingers as I slid my hand back up his thigh. He was already leaning forward on his elbows looking at Steven's pictures, but visibly tensed as my fingers travelled. I had gone straight up the leg of his trunks, past the silly netting, and grasped hold of him, to try to get a measure of what he was really packing. He began to swell almost immediately, I loosened and retightened my grip a few times, and then began massaging just the head of his cock with my thumb and for finger. He started to grow, much more than I expected, and I was pleasantly surprised to find him bigger than first glance the other night. He was getting a funny far a way look in his eyes now, as was Tommy who had never really been paying attention to Steven anyway, and was clearly now getting closer to blowing a load then he wanted to.

"So what year is it?" I asked, randomly. I withdrew my hand from Ryan's cock, and my foot from Tommy's crotch as I said it.

"Sixty Three" he said, showing me the pictures.

"She's a beaut Clark!" I quoted, my dad loved that movie.

The other's all laughed. Steve invited us all back to his place, and shortly thereafter we left the diner and headed there, each in our own cars, in a funny little convoy. When we got to the turn off for the long dirt road that led to Steven's house I pulled off on the graveled shoulder, and thumbed a ride with Tommy.

"I don't think the the LeBaron is meant to go off-roading" I said, as I hopped in his truck.

He was all smiles watching me get in, and I slide right up next to him and give him a kiss on the ear.

"Drive slow" I whispered to him, and then slide down onto the floor on my knees, pulling his trunks down with me as I did. He understood the assignment, and let the truck idle down the path. Steven and Ryan had left ahead of us. I wrapped my mouth around his cock and tried to guzzle and deep throat him. I was still learning the technique, and it made me gag a little, but I was determined to try. We were half way down the road when he blew his load. It was thick and creamy, and tasted even better going down, I slurped and lapped up every drop, and then sucked down hard on the head again while squeezing his balls just a little to milk out the rest. He nearly put us in a ditch.

"Jesus Tommy! Be careful," I said as he swerved. He had the presence of mind to grab hold of me when he did, and when I sat up next to him, his arm was around me. I cuddled up close to him for a second, getting cozy in his arms, and chest. He was warm, and smelled like sunscreen and musk, some cologne he must have used, that was still lingering on him.

"Listen Tommy," I tried to sound serious "I need to be clear with you about something, I'm not looking for anything serious right now. I just want to have fun this summer. I have been a caged animal for 18 years, I need to run free a little before I am ready to just settle down. Do you get what I mean?"

He was a little red in the face, and sort of holding his breath, and exhaled slowly. It was hard to read him for moment as he paused. Before he could speak I said,

"I want to have fun with you Tommy. Don't get it twisted, I like you, I might even like like you, but I haven't been around enough to just settle down again. But if you're willing to play along I promise you we can have a lot of fun together, ok?"

He stopped the truck. We had barely been moving anyway, maybe 3 miles an hour. He turn to look at me.

"What the fuck KitKat? What are you saying?"

"I'm saying if you play along I promise not to stop sucking your dick, and if your a good boy I'm going to fuck you, but the minute you get jealous it over, okay?"

He was silent. I kissed him again and squeezed his dick.

"We are 18, its summer, the world is going to end this year, I didn't want to die a virgin, and I don't want to spend my summer before college with just one guy who I'm going to wind up leaving in 3 months anyway."

He laughed. "Yeah Yeah, Y2K, ooooooh scary stuff.", he retorted.

"Seriously though, lets just have fun and be friends, deal? If you do exactly as I ask, I'll even let you out of washing my car!"

He looked at me a moment.

"A favor is a favor" I said

He smiled and stepped on the gas. He parked up next to Ryan's Jeep Wrangler, and we hopped out together. It was warm out that night in the 90s and the humidity was still high. When we walked in Steven's house it felt warm in there too, and I realized he had no AC, or at least it wasn't running. It had been warm there the other night, but I had assumed it was from all the people, and the vodka had prevented me noticing after a while. But tonight it was just hot and sticky. Moist. Like my cunny.



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