First Times: Nine Tales of Innocence Lost (7 page)

Stupid, I thought to myself. Stop feeling this way. He didn’t protect you. He used you like them.

“You protected me,” I said, stupidly. I pressed my cheek against his chest.
 

He dropped down, spread my legs apart, held me against the wall. He stopped and touched his forehead to mine.
 

“Is this okay?”
 

I nodded. Then he entered me.
 

It was all at once, with a boy’s sharp eagerness. I cried out as his cock impaled me, sliding all the way in. Its passage was eased by my arousal and the slickness, so thick it ran down my thighs, but he was so fucking big and I screamed, from pain and pleasure at once. It hurt, oh it hurt more than his fingers, but it was a good hurt and I paid him back, raking my nails down his back. That only made him shudder and kiss me as the hot water slid all over us. My legs were shaking, my toes barely touching the floor. He was so strong. His shoulders were boulders, his ass clenched from the effort as hard as stone, his flat muscled belly smooth, the skin a taut layer of softness over hardness like iron, like a statue, and his cock, his cock filled me beyond anything I’d ever felt before, and he made me feel it, impaled me, held me up with his rod and his arms around my neck, one big strong hand cupping my head, firmly but without hurt.
 

He kissed me slowly, sensually, dragging his tongue over mine.
 

He whispered in my ear, “Mercy, Mercy.”
 

I was lost to him. I lifted one leg over his hip.
 

“Do it,” I pleaded, my voice a tiny whimper. “Please, I want you.”
 

“Your pussy tastes so sweet,” he murmured in my ear. “You’re so hot. I didn’t mean to…the titty committee thing…”
 

I scowled at him, even as he pumped his cock inside me slow, rolling thrusts.
 

‘They’re perfect. You’re perfect. I want you to cum for me.”
 

He was speeding up, pumping me harder. The pain was all but gone, the pleasure swelled up, unbearable. Oh. God.

Our gazes locked. He was holding my hands against the wall, his palms pressed to my palms, our bodies close, slick with sweat and hot water and lust. His face went slack and I felt mine do the same, but the intensity in his eyes mirrored my own. There was so much raw power in his body, and with each thrust he held it back less, and less, and less, until I was totally overcome. A spike of pleasure rolled through my body, another. The heat between my legs was flooding through my body. It tingled my fingers and toes and pressed behind my nipples. The tide of sensation was so strong it was overwhelming. The light scratchy hair on his chest teased my tender flesh unbearably. Inside me, his rod was hard as stone and hot, buried to the root. He was close, and he wasn’t pulling out. He was going to spend himself inside me.
 

I rolled against him, not in struggle, not eve in a voluntary motion. There was too much to take. I would have slid to the floor if he wasn’t holding me up. We pressed cheek to cheek, like dancers, fingers laced, bodies pressed together as if we could merge into a single body, a single flesh. Then he came. It was sharp, a grunt and a sudden contraction of his body and another and another. Somewhere deep inside it hurt, but that was far away, carried on the endless tide of pleasure as my legs lifted up and locked around his hips, guttural instinct making me trap him against me as he struggled and grunted through his peak, flooding me with heat, with his seed. His arms slid away from my hands. My arms wrapped around his neck, his around my waist, and he pressed me against the cold tiles as I shuddered through an explosive orgasm, so taken by pleasure I lost my voice.
 

Slowly, my feet came to the floor. He was so much taller he had to dip to slide his cock out of me, a slow, shuddering motion that reeked of intimacy. I immediately pressed into him, rubbing my cheek on the wet scratchy hairs on his chest, grinding my belly against his sticky cock. His hand curled in my hair. The other caressed my back possessively. He squeezed my ass, held my hip, turned up my chin and kissed me so hard my knees buckled. Panting, sore, out of breath, I stood in the water and let it wipe me clean. He finally detached, but kept his hand on my arm, as if a sudden distance between us scared him.
 

“Mercy,” he said, “Can I walk you home?”
 

He pulled the key over his neck and handed it to me. I slipped it around my neck and let the cold metal rest on my chest. He took the lanyard and twisted it in his hand. It tightened around my neck until I felt my pulse throb against it. The sudden wave of fear I felt sent lust spiraling out from between my legs and I was ready for him to take me again, but he loosed his grip and touched his lips to my forehead instead, and held me against him while he lightly wiped me clean between the legs, then himself. He walked me outside, holding me from behind, his cock pressed against my ass. We were alone in the locker room, now.
 

I picked up my bathing suit. I put it on slowly, while he watched. Then he followed me into the ladies’ locker room and watched me pull on a pair of shorts and a loose t-shirt, right over my bathing suit.
 

He hovered around me on the walk back to campus, touching my arm, my shoulder, brushing his hip against mine.

My dorm was not co-ed. Girls only. I stopped at the door. He looked one way, then the other, then pulled me into a kiss, slipping his hand down my shorts to tease my pussy through the sheer material of my bathing suit. I was starting to feel the soreness from the rough, lustful coupling, but I wanted more.
 

“Tomorrow”, he whispered, and I knew the second time would be better than the first.
 

Kelly

It was just a summer job. My parents were paying my tuition and my meal plan and I still had the little hatchback they bought me when I turned sixteen, but Mom had decided if I wanted any spending money I had to earn it myself. So, before my freshman year of college began in the fall, I went out to find a job.
 

That proved harder than I expected, as you might imagine. Places that were hiring to begin with weren’t hiring summer people, and if I kept looking I’d wind up with empty pockets come August 27th. So, I went to the old standby.
 

The pool.
 

I’d been working as a lifeguard since the summer after my freshman year, when I was old enough to work. My birthday was in the first week of June. I was fifteen then, eighteen now, but only by a few days.
 

As work goes, there’s worse. I go to work in a bathing suit and shorts and smear on some sunscreen and sit in a chair. If I’m in a mood I can tell some twelve year olds to stop splashing each other. Usually, the pool hires one or two other guards to sit in the chair on the other side of the pool.
 

The pool was already open on weekends but it opened every day for the summer. Five hours a day, from eleven to four. Minimum wage. It was better than nothing, and we’d already decided (by which I mean Mom commanded) that every cent was going in a savings account I could touch only after I’d moved my things into the dormitory. I readied myself for a couple of months of boredom as I ascended the tower chair for the first time.
 

I felt a stir as I climbed the stairs, like someone was watching me. As I plopped down on the uncomfortable seat of rough, whitewashed planks, I saw movement in the water and leaned forward. The other lifeguard must have decided on a swim before the pool opened to the public.
 

He knifed through the water, turned, and lifted himself out, catching his breath as he looked up at me and brushed his wet hair over his head. It took me a minute to recognize him. It was the lack of glasses, which he scooped up and slid on his face, and the fact that he was down to a pair of red lifeguard swim trunks and what looked like dog tags.
 

“Hello, Kelly,” he gasped, shaking his head as he caught his breath.
 

Water spattered everywhere, spotting the concrete around the pool.
 

I swallowed.
 

“Hi, Mister Haddenham.”
 

He grinned, and breathed in hard. I’d always known he was fit, but my physics teacher was a nerd. He wore those big plastic goggly glasses and sweater vests and there were always pens in his pocket, and he was obsessed with his subject matter. The guy read science journals during his planning period.
 

What I was not expecting, hidden under his dowdy clothes, was the carved, hard body of a Greek god. The water ran in rivulets over tanned skin taut over bunched, rippling muscles that flowed as he moved to dry his hair with his fingers and stood up. I watched the water gather into larger drops as it followed the natural contours and channels of his body, sliding between the thick muscles of his broad chest and flow in fits and starts over his tight abs before following two little ridges of muscle down into the waistband of his shorts, which had slid painfully low, showing just a hint of wet matted hair before he tugged them up towards his navel. He yawned, and stretched, and I watched him hard, and licked my lips before I realized what I was doing.
 

“You don’t have to call me that anymore, Kelly. My name is Jim.”
 

I started. Did he realize I was staring at him?
 

“Huh?”
 

“You’re not in school anymore. Not a kid, either. No need to be so formal. Listen, I’m going to work the gate. You have the pool, okay?”
 

I nodded. That meant he’d be down checking passes while I sat up here, yawned and did my best to pay attention. For some reason I wasn’t allowed to swim while I was lifeguarding, so I’d bake for an hour or so until he came to relieve me and we switched places. The first few kids came in. They walked from around the neighborhood, or their mothers dropped them off. I waved and leaned on my hand and yawned as they flopped in the water.
 

Tomorrow, I’d have to remember to bring a book. For now I swung my legs, and watched the kids splashing around in the shallow end. The occasional daring tween would slide out into the deep end for a while before swishing back over to join the others. A couple of boys, fifteen or sixteen, showed up and finally populated the deeper side of the pool. They eyed me openly, but it was different, now. There was an invisible wall between us. I was out of their league.
 

It felt longer than two hours when Mister… when Jim came over, bare feet slapping on the concrete as he jogged. He nodded when he met his gaze and I started down. When my feet touched the hot concrete I yelped a little. My butt almost brushed his chest as I climbed down in front of him.
 

It was totally innocent. He just wanted to get up the ladder, but we were in each other’s spaces. He was very tall. My head barely came up to his chest. He swung his arm over me to grab the sides of the ladder as I slipped out from under him and I caught a whiff of his armpit. It sounds stupid, but there was a sudden flutter deep in my chest and a little flicker from between my legs as I breathed in his sweaty musk.
 

Then, he was over my head. Literally. I looked up at him, shading my eyes from the sun, before turning and rushing to sit at the plastic folding table by the front gate. By the time I sat down, my heart was hammering in my chest. I looked back and there he was, sitting lazily, leaning to one side, chin on his fist.
 

“Hey miss,” a little kid said, sliding her pass across the table.
 

Startled, I jumped, made a little noise, then took the pass and scribbled down the number, and slid it back. The kid handed the plastic card off to her mom and ran to the pool, shrieking in childish delight. The sound cut through my head, and I winced.
 

We switched off a couple more times, so by quitting time I was in the big chair again. As Jim pushed the last kids out to their waiting mothers and closed the main gate, I descended. He came back, now fully dried from the sun. HIs shorts had slid down again, and when he saw me he unconsciously tugged them up.
 

I caught a hint of something. A shape under the airy fabric. A hardness. Something in my middle twinged, and I bit my lip. His eyes flicked to my chin and then my eyes, and he coughed as he headed into the men’s side of the pool house to change. I didn’t bother with that. I went to my locker and got my keys.
 

When I walked back out, a little thought flickered, a whisper in the back of my mind. You’re all alone with him.
 

“Let me walk you out to the parking lot.”
 

I jumped, caught off guard.
 

“Okay,” I said.
 

It was a harmless, if unnecessary gesture. Nice neighborhood, broad daylight. It gave me a chance to be close to him, though. He must have showered. He smelled crisp and soapy and his hair was wet, smeared against his head. He pushed his glasses up his nose. Nothing was said until we reached my car.
 

Maybe it was my imagination, but as I opened my car door he took the corner in his hand and opened it for me, and moved closer. I felt his gaze, like he was touching me. On my neck, around the fringe of my hair where a few loose locks had slipped from my ponytail. On my back. My red lifeguard’s suit wasn’t as revealing as you would expect but his eyes swept over the swell of my breasts, too.
 

I felt… womanly.
 

When I sat down in the seat, heat was pooling between my legs.
 

“See you tomorrow,” he said.
 

I pulled the door shut and sat there, watching my hands tremble as I squeezed the steering wheel. I don’t remember driving home, or walking into the house. I do, but they’re just a blur. I ended up in the shower, standing under the hot water, staring at the wall.