Summer of Innocence Pt. 01

Everyone in the story is ficticious and they are all over 18.

Chapter 1

The summer after I entered Law school I was a lifeguard for a local club pool at a small town in the Midwest. After the big city life I wasn’t sure I could stand a whole summer in our sleepy little boring community, but I needed to make a little extra cash and still have time to study. My fiancée was off in Europe for the summer, so I figured it would be a long fuckless dry spell for me. Boy was I wrong.

The pool was mostly for families with younger kids, but there was a group of “goody-two-shoes” high school kids who spent their afternoons there. I found out they worked at a local day camp in the morning and came to the pool to unwind. They all seemed refreshingly clean cut and naïve. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help but notice the nubile young bodies of the girls in their tight swimsuits. They seemed to have very little shame about how they displayed their goodies – almost as if they hadn’t yet discovered that dirty old men like me were constantly gawking at their most intimate parts.

Some of the girls wore revealing two pieces. Others wore suits too small that would ride up their ass and cling to the contours of their body parts. Sometimes the material was so thin that their titties looked painted over. When their suits got wet they often would cling to their pussy mounds and gather in their cunt slits. Needless to say, I sported many a hard-on while sitting on the stand.

Being an older man (all of 23), the girls often flirted with me in a friendly and harmless way. One in particular named Emily was the most aggressive. She was a tiny little thing, not much over 5 feet tall and 90 pounds soaking wet, but sexy and cute with shoulder length blond hair, perfect legs, a well-rounded little ass and small but noticeable swells for tits. Even though she looked much younger than she was, I found myself jerking off more than once while imagining doing all types of perverted things to her body.

One day when my shift ended Emily asked if I could give her a ride home. Her parents were gone until late that night and she didn’t want to walk. She looked stunning standing in front of me dressed in skin-tight white shorts and a red cloth halter that tied in the back. In the car she turned out to be a non-stop talker, primarily gossip about who liked who and stuff like that.

We finally arrived at her place. When she went to get the key from the flowerpot it was missing. She flagged me down as I was backing out and asked me to help her get in, which I eventually did through a second floor window. Emily offered me a soda. As we were standing in the kitchen, Emily started babbling again. I was about to leave when she said something that peaked my curiosity.

“You know what? I’m a really good kisser. Anyway, that’s what all the guys tell me.”

“Oh yeah? All the guys? So how many guys have you kissed?”

“Quite a few,” she replied smiling coyly and biting her lower lip. “Well you know,” I told her, teasing back, “The only way I could verify your kissing skills would be to kiss you myself.”

She put her hands together and bent her shoulders forward looking away timidly.

“Do you want to kiss me? I… I wouldn’t mind.”

She was pushing this game further than I thought she would, but I wasn’t going to back down.

“Maybe. But I have to warn you that I’ve kissed a lot of girls. How do you know you’ll measure up?”

Emily walked over to me and looked up with her bright blue eyes. At 6’1”, I towered over her. She reached up and put her hands on my shoulders.

“I’m not afraid,” she said while puckering her lips and closing her eyes.

I couldn’t believe I was standing here in a strange kitchen about to kiss this 18 year old girl who looked no older than 15 on a dare. But I wasn’t about to back down. I had to lean over quite a bit before our lips could meet. I was going to give her a gentle peck and then pull away. When our lips touched, Emily used her hands to grab my head and mash her mouth to mine. She opened lips and pushed her tongue between mine. As surprised as I was at her aggressiveness, I found myself responding with my own tongue.

Emile was indeed a first class kisser. We munched on each other for several minutes before she slid her lips off and started kissing, nibbling and licking my neck and ear. This girl was doing a number on me and I could feel a big hard-on swelling, which was a problem because I was still wearing my tight red racing-style lifeguard suit.

Emily looked up at me with those big blue eyes and asked, “So am I a good kisser?”

“Pretty good,” I replied, “But I’ll need another sample before I can give you a final grade.

She smiled like a schoolgirl who had just received a gold star. I put my hands on her tiny waist and lifted her onto the counter so that she was almost eye-level with me. I leaned forward to kiss her again. She wrapped her arms around my neck and spread her legs so I could move closer. She did this in innocence, but it had an intoxicating effect on me. We were engaged in a super-passionate kiss with our bodies pressed together. My bulging hard-on practically ripped through my suit and pressed against her pussy. I knew that if this kept up much longer I was going to cream my swimsuit.

“We had better stop,” I said, pulling away.

“Why?” She asked, looking hurt, “I thought you said I was a good kisser.”

“Yes, Emily, you’re a very good kisser which is having a very stimulating effect on me.”

She still didn’t get it. She was more innocent than her kisses implied. I stepped away. The tent pole poking out from my suit was quite obvious. Her eyes became wide when she finally understood. She stared down at my bulging trunks.

“You mean I made you hard?”

I nodded my head affirmatively.

“Wow. I… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, “any guy would get aroused from a kiss like that.”

“Really? Wow,” she said leaning forward to get a better look. “It’s so big.”

I am proud of my eight inches, which was about ready to pop through the waistband of my trunks. I should have turned to leave, but I was getting curious about how far our little game would go. And I was horny as hell. I decided to take things to the next level.

“It’s called a cock, Emily. Would you like to see it,” I asked, knowing I was crossing a dangerous line.

Chapter 2

I could see Emily was stunned. She continued to stare at my swimsuit with her mouth open. She slowly looked back up at me. I realized I had pushed too far. I needed to get out of there.

“Look, I had better get going. I didn’t mean to get you upset.”

I stepped away and was about to turn around.

“No. Um… I mean… yes. I want to see it.”

I stopped moving. Her eyes went back to my bulge. Her entire face was flushed. I should have continued out the door. Instead, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of the suit and slowly peeled it down until my fully erect eight-inch tool pointed right up at her. Her eyes were riveted to it. I stepped closer so she could get a better look. She lifted a hand off her leg and flexed her fingers as she continued to stare shamelessly.

“Would you like to touch it? Go ahead if you want. I don’t mind.”

She looked up at me confused. She gave me a slight affirmative nod. I reached out, grabbed her hand and lightly brushed my throbbing meat with her fingertips. I traced her fingers over my length and curled them around the shaft. I guided her other hand to my cock. She gripped me gently like a baseball bat. Her eyes lifted and met mine.

“It’s… it’s so hard. Your… your … you know,” she said too embarrassed to use the word.

“My cock. You can say it. You made my cock that way, Emily. And now you’re making it even more excited by touching it.”

She continued to explore all the ridges and veins with her fingers. She was mesmerized, but getting more comfortable with the situation. I was getting was a pair of balls churning with cum.

“It’s so big. Can it really fit inside, you know… a girl? I’m sure it wouldn’t fit in… um… I mean, I’ve never…”

She was beet red but kept a firm grip on me. I just let her continue to babble.

“Has it had ever been inside a girl? Ohmygod I can’t believe I asked you that.”

“Yes, Emily, my cock has been inside several pussies. I’ve fucked a number of girls with it.”

She turned red at my use of those words, but also became even more fascinated, examining it carefully.

“Emily,” I said, “your touch feels really good. If you move your hands up and down it will feel even better.”

I put my hands over her two tiny ones and showed her how to do it. When I let go she continued to gently pump me with both hands.

“Am… am I giving you a hand job? My friend Amy gave someone a hand job. She said that sticky stuff shoots out. You know… the stuff that makes babies. Will yours shoot sticky stuff?”

Her naivety never ceased to amaze me. How did she spend eighteen years so sheltered? I guess I wasn’t much different when I was her age. Growing up in this town will do that to you. Well, maybe I could teach her what she obviously needed to learn and cure my own horniness at the same time.

“It will if you keep it up. The white sticky stuff is called cum. Do you want to make me cum?”

She looked up at me, this time more confidently and nodded.

“I’ll cum faster if you let me feel your tits,” I told her.

“You mean feel me up? I… I don’t know. I guess it would be okay.”

She bit her lower lip as I put both hands on the front of her halter to gently massage her little swells and pinch her large swollen nipples. Her two tiny hands continued to pump away at my swollen cock.

“Mmmm… that feels nice,” Emily whispered approvingly, “but something’s happening. I… I feel like I’m about to pee my pants. Oh no.”

I could see a look of panic on her face.

“Don’t worry, Emily. That’s just your body responding naturally. Your pussy is leaking sex juices into your panties. Just let it happen.”

“I’m all wet down there. I can feel it.”

I slipped my hands under her halter to feel up her bare tits. She moaned her approval and started jerking my cock faster. I leaned over and we started kissing again, only this time little moans and purrs escaped from her as our tongues danced in each other’s mouths.