Chapter 1: Today, I Wasn’t Bored

I wiped my hand across my brow. Today would set heat records, a day for the history books.

Most days, I hated lifeguarding. I hated dealing with shitty kids, shitty parents, and a shitty boss. The sun gave me deep bronze skin in the summer, but now, in late fall, it sucked. The allure of the expansive blue sky, green forests, and yellow fields no longer made up for the sweat, burn lines, and dehydration. A breeze blew the correct temperature and amount. Too cool meant the girls covered up and didn’t slide, while not enough meant they hid in the shade. Today, the girls will have pointy nipples under their skimpy suits. They will slide and experience the inevitable suit slips—memories to last a lifetime.

I sat on the crappy wooden wobbly chair and pondered the four sun-faded blue slides. On busy days, with long lines of sliders, we had up to four guards - friends to talk, laugh, and play stupid pranks with, but on a weekday, during school, I sat alone at the top of the world, disconnected from everyone. The park stayed open for a few school group field trips. I hated those. The teachers dumped the kids and retreated to the farthest picnic table to smoke and complain, to leave us with sugar-filled, unsupervised children. I drank from my cool water bottle before the sun turned it warm.

I tossed the empty water bottle. Today, we only had one group, a private girls’ school. I dreaded the snotty girls’ demands and the sexual frustration of teenagers in skimpy swimsuits and dimpled faces, unable to touch them for fear of complaints, job loss, or jail. I had a future, not a bright one, but better than a drab, boring cell. I glanced at a dust cloud in the distance; it meant no time to refill my bottle.

The group arrived in a shiny blue and silver private bus. Air brakes squealed and pierced my solitude. My dick twitched in excitement. Of course, they rode in a custom fancy bus with blackened windows to keep the rich, snobby girls comfortable. Dust from the long road covered the bus sides, but inside, I bet, not a speck of dirt on the perfect cloth seats, filled with girls who complained online how they had to slum it at an out-of-the-way, decrepit waterslide park instead of a beach in Bali, or some other exotic location. Two female teachers, one round and the other chubby and a head taller, exited and stood in the heat, hands hiding their eyes from the sun as they scrutinized our weed-infested chain link fence, multi-shaded white building, and the four blue slides attached to the concrete and white metal tower where I stood.

They walked to the cashier, my boss, to pay while a line of blue and silver uniformed girls followed. Only three of us worked the park today, my shitty fat fuck boss, the other guard, an over-seasoned, grey-haired lifer who napped at the slide bottom, and me. With only twenty-three patrons, we didn’t need much staff. Legally, three. The girls wore blue and silver blazers and pleated skirts with pure white socks and black shoes. They showed every style of thigh: thin, fat, pale, tanned, brown, and black. My mouth watered at what those skirts and blazers hid. Well-styled hair, expert make-up, and a teenage carefree attitude made my heart race and skip beats as they wiggled, jostled, and posed in a messy line.

The girls entered the park with giggles and screams. In their school uniform, all the girls had perfected their unique look; however, things changed when they squeezed into their bathing suits. More skin does not mean a better appearance. Most had no idea how to pick a suit to accentuate their bodies and chose to expose instead of style. Young girls often had wide hips, wrinkles under their asses, little bellies, and saggy, non-proportioned tits. Add the messy, water-soaked hair, running makeup, and pale, pasty skin, and the girls looked sexier in clothes. I still loved the skimpy swimsuits and would fuck any one of them. I moved the platform edge to witness the transformation between the changeroom entrance and exit.

As expected, the two teachers retreated to the furthest picnic table. They removed their blue-silver clothes to expose bikinis. From my height and distance showed oversized sagging breasts and fat asses but in a desirable way. Just those two made me semi-erect. If these two frumpy teachers had me this excited, the young girls would torture me today. They sat at the brown table, and the taller one pulled out a banned-in-the-park cigarette. I’ll not tell.

The girls exited the shadowed changing room with an eruption of skin, skimpy bright fabrics, and excitement. The world paused while I studied each girl; twenty-one, I counted. They represented every shade of skin and hair. For a private school, they had a diverse mix of girls. They also had a mix of bodies: tall, thin, busty, flat, heavy, muscled, and every other teenage body type. My mind spun at the selection. Most girls spread towels on the patchy grass and laid their near-naked bodies to burn in the morning sun. My dick grew with my desire, and I slid a hand down my shorts to adjust and tug. My lust threatened to overwhelm me as I hadn’t had sex in over a week. I wanted to jerk off to the girl candy. A fire grew in my body as my stomach twisted. Giggles echoed up the stairs as a group of four climbed.

They arrived out of breath but still smiled as the blonde handed me a jewel-covered pink phone, “Take a picture of us with this great view.” A cherry scent complemented her sun-sparkled silver braces. Her red string bikini struggled to hold her breasts. Her bottoms showed a well-defined camel toe, and she must shave because no hair peeked out. The sun glowed off her light cream legs while her fake press-on rubies sparkled on her bright red toenails and matching fingernails. She stood with her back to the slides and gestured for the other three to join her.

On the left, a girl with inky black hair in two French braids joined her. She wore a frown and an identical black string bikini over hand-sized breasts with tufts of raven black pubic hair peeked out the sides. Her black nails and lipstick stood out against her ghost-white skin as if she stepped out of a black-and-white photo. The blonde slipped her arm around the girl’s shoulder and pulled her in tight.

A large black girl strode to stand on the ghost-white girl’s left. Not a fat girl, but muscled and broad, with a mass of hair around her chiseled face. Black breasts almost spilled out of her white sports bikini, while her deep brown hips flared out the sides. Her deep brown arm wrapped around the black and white girl’s waist.

With a bounce, a diminutive, ultra-thin girl with shoulder-length, dirty-brown hair, no chest nor hips, under a one-piece, competition-style, blue swimsuit, joined on the right. She wore no make-up, and her fingers had chipped or missing blue fingernail polish. She appeared the youngest, but given how hormones and teenage development worked, she might be the oldest. I have always preferred curvy to flat, but I would make an exception for the mischievous twinkle in her eyes. They leaned forward to show more cleavage.

“Say cheese,” I pointed the pink phone camera at them. What a selection. I had a vision of the black girl’s ass in front of me, my dick slamming into her deep brown pussy, while the blonde and ivory-skinned girl played with each other, and the little skinny one sat on my shoulders for me to enjoy her pussy. I wished I had my phone, but my stupid boss made me leave it in the locker. This pose made these girls a top ten moment. My dick jumped to a painful erection while cherry, lilac, rose, and sour musk blew in the breeze. I took as many pictures as they allowed.

“Great,” the blond said, grabbed the phone, and covered me with a cherry scent. She studied the display while I studied her. A perfect female with breasts slightly too large for her frame. A narrow waist with long, thin legs. Her oval face, slightly upturned nose, pink glossed lips, and blonde wavy hair would make any man hard. Add her freckles, long brown eyelashes, and the excitement and energy of a teenager, and I would do anything she wanted.

“Did you want me to hold it while you went down the slide? You know, so it doesn’t get wet,” I asked as my gaze stayed on her breasts and darted between each nipple dent.

“No, it’s waterproof,” she said and dove head-first down the middle right slide, leaving a burning image of her firm ass on my retinas. The most beautiful person in the world just jumped down the slide. She left me. I desired to follow her, to catch her, and pledge my everything to her while I fucked and sucked every inch of her.

“Feet first!” I shouted in reflex.

The ghost-white girl and the black girl slid together. The way they held each other made me question their gender preference. I didn’t care who someone liked as long as they let me like who I liked. “One at a time!” I yelled after them.

Too late, and I didn’t care.

“Your friends are not good at following rules,” I said as I contemplated the oversized blue eyes on the diminutive girl. The little thing shivered. Likely afraid of heights. It happened all the time. I groaned that I would have to coax her to either slide or walk down the stairs. It always took forever. The girl stared at me, her budding breasts denting the thin suit fabric. Fear always made a girl’s nipples grow.

“Listen, fear is normal. Everyone has fear. The secret is to confront your fears. Face them head-on. Be brave. The only way to overcome fear is to face it.” I knew the speech. Sometimes, it worked, but most of the time, it didn’t. Her blood-drained face and rigid body told me I would have to carry her down. My mind immediately jumped to her on my shoulders, her pussy in my mouth while I walked her down. Dangerous but tasty. Her whole body shivered, and little goosebumps appeared on her arms. Her little nipples mesmerized me.

“That’s what my teachers say,” she squeaked.

“They’re right. Did you want me to help you?” I asked and stood up. My erection tented my red shorts and pointed at her. I didn’t care. I wanted her to know what she and her friends had done to me. My erection will hurt all day because of them. She glanced at it before her gaze returned to my eyes for comfort and support.

I offered my hand. Her stare stayed on my eyes while her body trembled. The sun caused heat waves to rise behind her, but the cool breeze evaporated my sweat before it slid down my cheek. Her rectangle body with the budding bumps stirred a protective instinct within me. I wanted to lick her to distract her from her fear.

Her dainty, cold hand grabbed mine.

I led the little thing to the shortest, shallowest slide. A sour musk radiated in the space while the water sloshed around our feet. Her head came up to my chest, yet her long legs meant my hips only had a few inches of height over hers. I helped her sit and then, before she could say anything, pushed.

Her scream echoed up the slide, leaving only her sour musk behind. She would likely complain to my boss, but I didn’t care as I didn’t plan on working here next year. Her word against mine meant my boss couldn’t fire me. Besides, patrons rarely complained; instead, they remained at the bottom, too scared to say anything. She and her friends will likely return to their towels, upset about what I did but too scared to return. I retreated to my stool and gazed at the pink and brown skin in bright swimsuits on their colorful towels.

I began to zone out when the four girls reappeared. The blonde scowled, her pink lips making her red cheeks more cute than scary. Shit, I didn’t think they would confront me. The other three stood behind her, the tiny one with arms crossed, in front of the ghost girl while the black girl had her arms around both.

“Did you push her?” the blonde asked and stepped into my personal space with her large breasts thrust out to strain the bikini top. I struggled but managed to glance up. That didn’t help. The redness of her cheeks and the perfect pink lips made her appear more fuckable than dangerous. Her wet, blonde hair framed her angry face—prominent cheekbones under her crystal blue eyes. I wanted to increase her anger so I could witness this longer.

“She needed to overcome her fear. I helped,” I said and hoped she wouldn’t expose me to my boss. I didn’t want to deal with another reprimand. The blonde, while the poor red string bikini strained to hold her breasts, had one clenched fist while the other held her pink phone. Goosebumps dotted her arms as her chest flushed red.

“No, you weren’t. She’s not afraid of heights,” the blonde growled and turned toward the slide. The red string of her bikini disappeared between her ass cheeks. A defined line under each cheek drew my gaze, and I tried to catch a glimpse of her asshole or pussy. With arms streamlined forward, legs straight back, she dove.