The Loves of a Summer Lifeguard 02

“I love it!” Rue said. “I only wish I could see the look on Dennis’s face when he sees your new suit.”

“Oh, I don’t think I could wear it around him. I’ll just use it to lay out in the sun.”

“What a waste. It appears I have my work cut out for me.”

Brooke held the lime suit up to the light and wondered if it might shrink in the wash.

“We still have plenty of sun today and tomorrow. We have to get rid of our tan lines. Agreed?” Rue threw a new bottle of sun tan lotion into their basket, and giggling at the audacity of what they had purchased, paid for the suit and the lotion.

They went back to Brooke’s house, and set out chaise lounges and towels in her back yard. She had a six foot fence that gave some privacy, although the neighbors’ houses were all two stories, so anyone looking out their bedroom windows might spy two near-nudes enjoying the sun.

Rue rubbed lotion on Brooke’s back, the back of her legs, and onto the mounds of her ass. Brooke enjoyed the feeling of Rue’s hands slathering her muscles. After thirty minutes, Brooke returned the favor. Rue untied her own top as Brooke did her back. When Brooke started on her legs and butt, she found that the lotion made Rue’s suit roll even tinier. Rue finally gave up trying to adjust it and took off her suit completely. She looked completely relaxed and comfortable with her nudity.

“You should lose your suit, too, Brooke. You’ve admitted you’ve skinny dipped before. Remember, I saw you in the shower with the whole crew, so I know you’re no prude. So, go ahead. I give you permission.”

Brooke took a deep breath, then sighed.

“What the hell. Why not?”

Brooke slipped the bra top off and settled back on the chair.

“You forgot the bottoms.”

Brooke considered while Rue waited. Then she lifted her hips and slipped off the thong bottom, too. She felt the breeze slip in and around her legs and her vagina. She opened her legs a little wider to allow the sun full access. Now, she felt free, open, and excited. She lay back and enjoyed the sensation.

“I remember you in the shower, too, Rue. You wouldn’t let anyone see you naked. But here, you’re completely at ease being au naturel. What gives? Are you a nudist or not?”

“I like being the one who decides whether anyone sees my body, okay? Rowan was not one who should be seeing me unless I want to be seen.”

“And now?” Brooke asked.

“Things change.” Rue settled back.

The women spent the afternoon baking both sides in the sun. They took breaks to get water or lemonade, but when they took the breaks, they stayed naked. Brooke liked the way she felt and the way Rue looked at her.

“I’m proud of you, Brooke. If Dennis won’t appreciate you, I know a dozen other men who will.”

“I’m not used to such attention, Rue.”

“How can you not be used to attention? Look at you. You’re gorgeous. You know, men call those things ‘fun bags’ for a pretty obvious reason. Your fun bags are just perfect.”

“You don’t understand. Once my mother passed, my father and I only had each other. If you thought he might have been overprotective before, you should have seen him after my mother died. I couldn’t date without the boy getting a real third degree from my dad. It scared all the boys away.”

“Oh, come on. You weren’t with him all the time. You were at school, and out with friends, that kind of stuff. You had to have opportunities.”

Brooke shrugged. “Maybe. But I know how much he cared for me, and how much he wanted to protect me. I couldn’t do anything to let him down. Even this year at college, I was probably the only virgin for miles around.”

“Well, that changed with Dennis. At least, I hope it changed, right?”

Brooke made an awkward face. “No, it really didn’t change. Dennis and I were like really, really good friends. But I never tried to get him to come on to me, and he always had enough respect for me not to try anything.”

“So, you’re still a virgin? Oh, my God!”

Brooke smiled sheepishly. “It’s not so bad. I’ve got something to look forward to. Right?”

Rue burst out with loud laughter. Brooke tried to shush her by waving her hands.

“Rue, if the neighbors hadn’t noticed by now that we’re sunbathing nude, your donkey’s bray had to get their attention.”

Rue pointed to one of the neighbor’s houses, where the blinds on the second floor suddenly closed.

“Pervert alert. He’s been sneaking a peek at us for about two hours.”

Brooke pulled a towel around her and checked out the window.

“That’s old Mr. Peters. He’s got to be about ninety. I never would have thought he would have any interest in gawking.”

“At that age, he’s forgotten what he’s looking at anyway.”

They both started to laugh again, then settled back into their chaise lounges. The blinds stealthily opened.

“So, how did you happen to end up skinny dipping? For you, that sounds pretty daring, Brooke.”

Brooke smiled, and shook her head.

“It didn’t seem daring. It seemed natural. The weather turned warm, and my study group wanted to go to the lake as a break from the usual library or dorm room. It was sunny, hot, humid. But it was spring, too, and the flowers were blooming, the trees were flowering, and the birds were singing love songs to each other. There were seven people in my organic chem study group, three guys and four girls. We were all friends, so that made things easier. We didn’t expect anything to happen.

“We got to the lake, and it was lovely. We studied for about three hours, until the sun started to set. Then the pink and purple clouds added even more drama to the flowers, trees, and songbirds around us. We were all pretty sweaty, and someone said, ‘Doesn’t that lake look nice?’

“I looked around. There were no other people around. It was like we were the only people in the world. There would be no one to judge us. I looked into the face of each of my friends, and they all had the same silly grin that I had. But someone had to make the first move. The three guys were a bit nerdy, I thought, and not the most aggressive types. More like lab scientists. The three coeds were all really pretty. Prettier than me, especially since I’d added a few pounds. It didn’t seem likely that any of them would start the ball rolling. So, I figured it would be up to me if we were to do it at all.”

As she listened attentively to Brooke’s story, Rue’s fingers on her left hand started to separate the folds of her own vagina, and her middle finger slipped in with no problem. She moved her hand in and out, letting her finger find the sensitive inner parts of her body.

“Don’t stop,” Rue said, “keep going.” She kept going, too.

“So, it was up to me. I kicked off my shoes, and pulled off the socks. As I wiggled my toes, everyone’s eyes were on my feet. I stood up, and the rest of them sat a little straighter.

“‘That water does look pretty inviting,’ I said. I unsnapped my jeans, and slid them off. I thought the boys were going to swallow their tongues. The coeds bumped shoulders, whispering. I hoped they were giving each other the courage to follow my lead, but they were probably just criticizing my huge freckled thighs. I turned, so everyone could see what my intention was. Then, I unbuttoned my blouse and let it slide from down my arms. I had done it. The line had been crossed. I stood there in my bra and panties for my study group’s examination.

“At that point, I thought that since I had gone this far, I couldn’t stop now. For some reason, I slid my panties off first. My red bush was a kind of protection, I thought, and my butt may be big, but it’s nice and curvy. By this time, The men stood up, and started to kick off their shoes, and shake off their pants. They pulled off their shirts, too. The last to go was their undies. Two had boxers, and one had tidy whitees. Then they stopped. I unhooked my bra slowly, because it was fun to watch their boners get hard. By the time I let the front of my bra fall away from my tits, the boys all pulled their underpants down. We stood their for a minute enjoying looking at each other — three tumescent boys with waggling cocks, and me, a freckled, smiling, naked naif. Then, all four of us shouted, grabbed hands and ran into the water.

“The water was refreshing, but a bit disappointing, because all our naughty private parts were hidden. Back on shore, the three coeds were carefully folding their clothes before tiptoeing into the water. The way they approached, so slowly and so tentatively, allowed the men a much better view of their bodies than if they had just run into the water screaming and splashing.

“Eventually, we were all in, all grinning. I swam with long easy strokes. Occasionally, I swam backstroke, to let my boobs rise above the lake level, or I swam breast stroke, so my ass could ride high. I was the best swimmer of the group, and certainly better than the girls, who tended to dog paddle. At one point, the three guys came up behind me, and I felt one hand on my tits. Not too harsh, but a little surprising. Another hand went between my legs, which were scissor kicking. The third boy just grabbed my ass.”

Rue was breathing heavily in time with the action of her hand.

“Weren’t you concerned that the three of them might, you know, decide you shouldn’t be a virgin any more?”

Brooke laughed.

“It really never entered my mind. We were having fun. I squirmed a little and turned around. I grabbed for their crotches and held one nice long dick for a bit. On another, I must have aimed a little low, because I just grabbed his balls, which apparently was not pleasant for him. Who knew? I was really new at this game. The third guy swam over to one of the other girls.

“Before long, we were all horse-playing, jumping on each others’ backs. I kept finding hands on tingling parts of my body. At one point, I found one of the girls pressing herself up against me and locking onto my lips. That drove the boys even wilder. I don’t know why. I don’t really get that girl on girl thing.”

“Don’t knock it until you really try it,” Rue said. “But, I’m with you. I don’t get why men get excited to see two girls go at it.”

“After about forty-five minutes, we all started to tire of exploring each other, and by common consensus, we left the water. The air was still warm, so we all lay on the grass, still naked, one next to the other. Even then, a hand would find a place to rest for a while, and nobody objected. It was a feeling of immense peace like I’d never experienced. I felt as though I wanted to live the rest of my life with these six other people, just swimming and playing.

“Slowly, we each started to find our clothes and put them on. I wondered if they had the same thoughts I did. I was thinking that I had a boyfriend, Dennis. I doubted that I could ever get him to come skinny-dipping, and he’d never do it with other people. I knew each of the other girls had boyfriends of their own, who were typical college men — jealous, insecure, possessive. No one would dare tell them what had happened. At least until the end of the semester and the end of the study group. The guys may or may not have had girl friends. They were always too interested in studying for me to be sure. But as we slowing got dressed, I said good bye to my new friends thick cock, long skinny dick, and curved penis, since that was the way I began to look at my friends, and thought of them that way the rest of the semester. I wondered if they had names like that for us, the coeds. If they did, would it be based on our tits, our asses, our pussies, or a combination. Someday, I might just have to ask them.”

Rue let out a long contented sigh before removing her hand. She pointed to the old man’s window again. The blinds snapped closed. Brooke laughed and didn’t feel embarrassed.

Then, Brooke heard the motor on the garage door. She turned white and grabbed her suit.

“Shit! That must be my father.”

Rue grabbed her own suit and started toward the house.

“Where is your bathroom?” she asked.

“First door on the left.”

Rue ran into the house, while Brooke struggled to put on her bra and her lime green thong. Her heart was pounding the way it did whenever she brought a male friend home to meet her father. She took a deep breath, and told herself, “I’m a grown woman now. I’m a college co-ed. I’m not just Daddy’s little girl, and he will have to deal with that.” Then she lay back, trying to be comfortable on the chaise lounge.

She heard the sliding door open, and the first few heavy steps that she recognized as her Dad’s. Still she didn’t turn around.

“What the hell?” he said by way of greeting.

“Oh, hi, Dad,” she said. He heart felt like it might burst her chest as she stood up. Her father had seen her in her team racing suits, and they were tight and left little to the imagination. But she had never appeared so unclothed in front of him, probably since he used to give her baths at two years old.

“Your ass is hanging out, Brooke. What the hell? Your ass is out there for all the world to see.” He sputtered trying to find a way to impress his shock upon her.

“Daddy, welcome to the twenty-first century. This is what women wear now. This is what I see at the pool everyday. Do you like it?” She turned around to aggravate him a little.

He turned bright red, and groped for a towel. “You will not — NOT — wear that anywhere besides this back yard. And maybe not here any more either.”

“On, Daddy.” Brooke took the towel he offered and tossed it onto her shoulder.

“If your mother ever saw this…”

Suddenly he stopped, and his mouth dropped open. Rue came out of the house. Her auburn hair had been brushed and looked a little wild. She had mascara on. Lip gloss made her lips shine. She held her mouth partly open, as if waiting for a kiss. But none of that was the most striking impression that Rue made. Instead, Rue came out wearing nothing more than the tiny bottoms that barely covered her vagina. Her ass was more exposed that Brooke’s. And there was nothing covering her breasts. They were not large, but firm little pointy things. She had a wide smile with bright white teeth. She sashayed to stand next to Brooke, and tucked a locket of hair into her mouth with her finger.

“Hello, Brooke’s Daddy,” Rue said. She seemed to enjoy the way he looked at her.

He licked his lips. He swallowed hard to find the saliva that would allow him to speak.

“Did you both have a good day?” he asked, quietly.

Rue smiled, and pivoted side to side. His eyes traced the outline of Rue’s body, and all the spaces in between.

“Will you…will you…” he began several times, but didn’t seem to be able to finish.

“I’d love to stay for dinner. Thank you for asking.” Rue stepped into his chest, lifted her lips to his blushing face, and softly kissed his lips, twice. Then she took his hand, and began to lead him back to the house.

“Maybe I can help you in the kitchen?” she said.

Brooke shook her head at the way her macho dad had been reduced to giggling. She would have to thank Rue later for distracting her Dad from criticizing her new suit. The truth was, Brooke was beginning to be comfortable in it, and she was looking forward to wearing it when she did physical therapy with Tyler. She also decided to email her study group a quick selfie, just to see how their summer was going.

Brooke hadn’t set her alarm, since she expected Rue to barge in to wake her, the way she had the day before. They were supposed to sunbathe again. It may seem silly that a lifeguard wanted to tan in the sun, but then again, most lifeguards don’t switch to wearing such tiny bikinis the way Brooke and Rue had.

But Rue didn’t barge in. The light in the room got brighter and brighter until it was the midmorning sunshine that woke Brooke up. She scratched her body, stretched her neck, and ruffled her hair before she checked the clock. It was approaching eleven o’clock in the morning! Where was Rue? She flung off her covers and went to the bathroom. At the least, she needed a shower. Then she would call Rue.

Brooke finished her morning toilet and slipped on the same short shorts she wore yesterday and the same tight blouse. As she started downstairs, she again smelled the coffee, and something else. Cinnamon rolls! Hot cinnamon rolls. There was quiet conversation, punctuated by laughter from her dad, and softer tittering from a higher voice. It was Rue. Talking with her father.

She burst into the kitchen and took a quick scan of the scene. Her dad sat at the head of the table, wearing a white, ironed short sleeve shirt, with a tie. He had creased pants, not jeans. On his wrist, he wore his Rolex, the one he kept for special occasions. He was leaning forward on the chair, his hand supporting his chin, looking into Rue’s face and eyes as they talked. Brooke half expected Rue to be wearing just the bottom half of her bikini again, the way she had greeted her father last evening. But she wore a yellow summer dress that covered her knees, but the color made her tawny body really pop. Her legs were too long to be contained, and spilled out under the table. Her shoulders were bare and the front was open a few buttons.

“Hello, you two,” Brooke said.

Her dad sat straighter, while Rue crossed her long legs and swung one ankle rhythmically.

“Can I get you any coffee, honey?” he said to Brooke. “Would you like a cinnamon roll?”

Brooke patted her tummy and said, “I don’t think so. I’ll take some cantaloupe, though.”

Brooke got herself a bowl and a fork. Her dad scooped some cantaloupe out of the serving dish into her bowl.

“Well, what do you girls have planned today?”

“If you don’t mind,” Rue whispered, “we thought we’d work on our tans one more day. Is it okay if we use your backyard again? We’ll be working at the pool for the next week.”

Brooke rolled her eyes. What was Rue doing? Of course it would be okay.

Her dad pushed himself up from the table.

“You two have fun. Please, though. Try not to violate the community standards on decency, okay? And don’t give old Mr. Peters a heart attack if he should happen to see you.”

Rue giggled. “Oh, he’s seen us.”

Brooke’s dad didn’t know what to say to that.

Brooke asked, “Will you be home for supper tonight?”

“Oh, honey, I wish I could. I have meetings until late tonight. But help yourselves to anything you want. Or just order take-out.” He turned his attention to Rue, who stood gracefully on one leg, the other foot alongside the ankle. “I hope you’ll stop by again before Brooke goes back to school. I’d like to hear more about that musical that you’re cast in this fall.”

“Aww,” said Rue. “You’re so sweet.” Then taking his face in her hands, she kissed him on both cheeks, and him once on his lips. She still didn’t let go, and he didn’t fight it. She kissed him again, a little longer this time.

“Let’s go, Rue,” said Brooke.

Rue let her hands slip slowly from his face. As she walked away, she undid the clasps of her yellow summer dress and let it slip from her body. She was naked beneath the dress, and kept walking out of the room. “I have to get my bikini, I think.”

“Are you sure you are even going to bother with a bikini today?” Brooke asked sarcastically.

Rue peeked around the door jamb, and raised her eyebrows. “You little temptress,” she said.

“I have to get going,” said Brooke’s dad, a little sweaty. “Have a good day, girls.”

Brooke heard the garage door, the engine on his pickup growl, and then the sound of his truck going down the driveway and into the street. Finally the garage door came down again.

“Okay,” Brooke said. “What are you trying to do with my father? Give him a heart attack? He’s an old man.”

“He can’t be that old,” Rue said. “I think he’s very sweet. We talked and laughed for almost two hours this morning, and probably could have talked longer if you hadn’t come downstairs.”

“You are crazy, Rue. I thought that stunt coming out topless last night was a one-time thing. I was worried that my father’s mouth would never close.”

“Oh, it closed eventually, once I put on a blouse for dinner.”

Brooke started to chuckle. “I suppose it was kind of funny. But, he’s my dad. Don’t mess with him, and don’t hurt him, okay? Now let’s get some sun.”

Brooke took off her clothes, grabbed the new suit, and walked out into the back yard naked. She got the same thrill from being exposed to the neighborhood as she had yesterday. She was starting to get used to this, and she wondered how long she could remain a nudist before people started to avert their eyes from her old, baggy skin. Rue came out carrying two bottles of water and two towels.

“No suit?” Brooke asked.

“It’s around here somewhere. But we’re going for the all-over tan, right?”

They settled into their chaise lounges, and let the sun do its work. After a few minutes, Brooke applied some sun-lotion on her legs and her front, and offered to do the same for Rue. Rue said it wasn’t necessary. She was probably right. She was an even tan all over her body.

After a lunch of apples and lemonade, they went out one last time. Brooke brought out her laptop and checked for emails. Dennis had sent his usual terse note, telling her how well the fish experiments were coming along. He hoped she might be able to come back to school early at the end of the summer. He had a lot to tell her about the tests they had run. She had a few messages from her study group buddies, looking forward to school in the fall.

Brooke sent Dennis an email with a sad face. She would be tied up with work until the end of the summer. She would be there in time for classes to start but that was all. She told him how much she missed him.

“So send him a photo of your new swimsuit. That way he knows what you’ve been doing and that he has something exciting to look forward to.”

“No! I’m practically naked in that thing.”

“Or you can send him a picture of how you look right now. Come on, cut the guy a break.”

Brooke was slowly persuaded, and slipped into her lime green thong with its matching bra. The top felt like two miniature hammocks supporting her heavy cantaloupe sized breasts, and not too tightly.

“You look wonderful, Brooke. Come on, give me some cheesecake poses. Bend forward a little. Ooh. Nice. Dennis will be jerking off to these from now until you get back to school.”

“Rue! Don’t be crude.”

Rue shrugged her shoulders. Brooke found ten pictures out of about twenty-five that she would not be overly embarrassed if Dennis saw, and emailed them to him, with a big red heart and a kiss gif.

“Don’t be surprised if he reciprocates with some dick pictures for you.”

“Ugh!” Brooke said. “Dennis is not like that.”

“Yeah, but you’re a bad influence. I’ve heard the stories you tell.”

They both began to laugh. Then Brooke heard the front door bell sound. She looked at her phone and found the app for the front door security camera. It was Tyler at the front. She activated the security camera’s speaker.

“Hey, Tyler. We’re in the back. Come to the gate.” Then she said to Rue, “Go put on your suit. Please.”

Rue nodded and walked to the house to get her itty bitty bikini. Brooke couldn’t take her eyes off her slim, taut ass. It rolled just enough to be interesting as she took long strides to the house. She hoped that Rue would actually put on her entire suit, and not show up topless, the way she had with her father last night.

There was knock at the gate, and Brooke went to unlock it for Tyler. She pulled the gate completely open so that he could get a full look at her new lime green bikini with her freckled ass hanging out. She felt so much more comfortable in her suit than she had just yesterday, and she was a little proud of the way she looked.

Tyler’s head was down. He looked up, saw her, but registered no surprise or delight. His shoulders sagged, and he was dragging his right foot a little.

“What the problem, Tyler?” Brooke opened her arms, and let him come to her. He stepped forward, and put his head on her shoulder. His arms wrapped around her naked back and pulled her close. Tyler didn’t lift his head but she heard him sob. Brooke put her hand on his head, drawing her fingers through his thick raven black hair. Her other arm was around his waist.

“There, there, Tyler. It’ll be okay.”

Rue came out of the house, wearing both halves of her bikini. She approached silently. She saw that Tyler was crying, which had brought out the maternal instinct in Brooke. She tiptoed backwards to give them privacy. She quietly settled into her chaise lounge.

“What’s the matter, Tyler? What can I do?”

Tyler shook his head, and sniffed to stop the tears.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have bothered you on your day off. I just needed to talk to someone, you know?”

“I know, I know.” Brooke patted his head, which was about twelve inches higher than her own head. “Come on. Can I get you a beer, or something else to drink? What happened?”

“Water, please,” he said. “It’s Cat. She… she…” Then he buried his face on her shoulder again.

Rue heard the request for water, and brought a bottle of water to Brooke.

“You know I love her, right? We talked about marriage, kids, moving to Montana. You know, a whole life. And now…”

“It’s all right, Tyler. Take your time. I have all day to talk, okay? Rue’s here, too, and she’s your friend, too. Okay?”

Tyler took a deep breath, wiped his eyes with his thumbs, slouched toward Rue and sat on the grass near the chaise lounges.

“Cat says it’s over. She doesn’t want anything to do with me. She doesn’t even want me to be around. She’s playing this weekend at the Fourth of July fireworks show, and she said she doesn’t want me anywhere near the show.”

Brooke had forgotten that Cat was now the lead singer for one of the many bar bands that populated the city. Brooke had never heard her sing, but her reputation was as a nasty, heavy metal screamer. What ever did Tyler see in her?

Rue spoke up. “The fireworks show and the bands are free to the public. Nobody can tell you not to come if you want to come. Not even Cat.”

“That might be true, but it’s Cat. If she doesn’t want me around, I can’t just stalk her and show up, you know?”

Brooke shifted so that she was behind Tyler sitting on the grass. She started to knead the muscles of his neck and shoulders. They felt like wet, knotted sheets, heavy, ropy, and thick.

“Rue’s right. Don’t give Cat that much power over you. If you want to go to the show, you just go. Nobody will prevent you from going.”

“How pathetic will that be? One lonely guy standing near the band, his eyes on Cat the whole time. I just have to face it. Our dreams, our life together, our love is over. This has been the worst summer ever!”

Brooke kept up the massage. It wasn’t the kind of thing she usually did, or actually that she had ever done before. Tyler had appealed to something in her that she didn’t know she had — her own maternal instinct. She wanted to take care of this poor man.

Brooke gave a quick, inquisitive look to Rue, asking her a silent question. There was no immediate reply.

“Tyler, you don’t have to go to the show alone. Rue and I will go with you. No problem.”

Rue shook her head vigorously. “I’m sorry, Brooke. I already have a date for this weekend. Otherwise, I would go with you, for sure. I’m so sorry.”

“That doesn’t matter, Tyler. I’ll go with you. We’ll hear the band, and dance if you want, and watch the fireworks. If you don’t want to go to the fireworks show, we can do something else. I’ll help you get your mind off whatever is bothering you.”

“It’s Cat,” he said sadly.

“Sure, I’ll help you get your mind off her. Okay?”

In response, Tyler turned around and hugged Brooke. Then he hugged Rue, too.

“Thanks, you guys. I’m sorry. I’m supposed to be the adult in the room, but I don’t feel in control any more. I’m losing Cat. I lost my job as head lifeguard. My motorcycle is still being repaired. I’m a fricking concessioner!”

“You’re also a teacher, and a good one. You’re going to go back and get your doctorate soon. I have confidence in you. Don’t let one bad summer get you down. We’ll have a good time. Maybe Rue and her date can meet us there.” She looked hopefully at Rue.

Rue shook her head again. “I don’t think so. It’s our first date, and I don’t know what he really likes. So it will be a little touch and go all night.”

Brooke wasn’t entirely sure what Rue implied by “touch and go,” but decided not to pursue it.

The three enjoyed a freshening breeze and the warm sun. They had lemonade and spread sun tan lotion on Tyler’s back and chest. Around dinner time, he got up to leave.

“Stay and have supper with us,” Brooke offered. “We’ll just order pizza, but there will be plenty to go around, even if we order individual pies. What do you say?”

“I say thank you, but I want to get going. I’ve taken up enough of your day. But, tomorrow — back to work. Brooke, tomorrow — back to physical therapy and exercise, right? I’ll see you bright and early.”

She walked him to the gate, and gave him a good-bye hug. Before she closed the gate, she asked him the question that had been most bothering her.

“Do you like my new suit?” She turned so that he could see how it exposed so much of her body. She hoped to get a smile or a leer or a “tsk-tsk” at least.

“It’s really nice. Good color for you, Brooke. Thanks again. I appreciate talking to you, and I’m looking forward to seeing the Fourth of July show with you.”

Then he left. She was disappointed and a bit frustrated. She thought if he were wearing a Stetson, he might have tipped his brim and said, “Ma’am.” He was so formal.

“No,” Rue told her. “He’s just consumed by his thoughts of that slut, Cat. I don’t understand it, but love — who can predict?”

“Speaking of which, who is this first date you have this weekend? Anybody I should know?”

“I’ll tell you later, depending on how the date goes. Fair enough?” Rue clammed up, and turned her shoulder. She took her clothes, her towel and started toward the house.

“Brooke, I’m going to pass on the pizza tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

Brooke caught up to her. The two women leaned forward to give each other a friendly kiss on the lips. It was just a quick touch but it gave Brooke a palpable thrill to be sharing a bit of intimacy with such a beautiful woman.

“Tomorrow, Rue. See you tomorrow.”

The next morning, Brooke showed up for exercising wearing her new, abbreviated, neon lime green swim suit. Again, Tyler did not seem to notice. It was frustrating, and she took it out with her swimming routine. Since nearly half the summer was gone, barely half the beach ball were still around. They had been sun-bleached and scuffed, but a reminder of the playfulness of the summer. She kicked powerfully for all her laps, dodging between the beach balls easily, causing the thong to wedge even more tightly between her butt cheeks. She didn’t care. She wondered if anyone would notice if she stripped off completely and let everyone seen her freckled body. As she clambered out of the pool, not bothering to reposition her bottoms, she did notice a few of the life guards who had come early couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Good, she thought. That’s the kind of thing I was looking for. Then she remembered her father’s words, and remembered that this was exactly the kind of thing that her father had warned her against. So what? It’s my freckled butt. Maybe I should look for an even smaller top. I can’t go topless like Rue, because I have fun bags, but I can go with something that makes everyone wonder when they might just pop out. Put your eye out if they did. She started to giggle to herself. She looked back at Tyler, but he was not paying any attention to her. He was doing extra exercises.

Apparently some guards did notice. By the weekend, all the female lifeguards were sporting new suits for their hours off. There seemed to be a competition as to who could show the most skin and still not be sent out of the pool area. With Rowan in charge, no one got sent home. They all got increasingly comfortable in their exposed bodies.

That Fourth of July weekend, Brooke picked up Tyler by arrangement. She didn’t want to embarrass him, but there was no way she would be seen it that tiny piece of junk he was driving now. She wondered if she were becoming just as superficial as Cat. Didn’t matter. She picked him up.

The show was held at the municipal stadium which held about thirty thousand people. Cat might not even see Tyler there. As they drove up, they could hear the raucous clamor of the band and smell the aroma of pot being rampantly shared. Tyler was anxious to get to see Cat and nearly ran ahead of Brooke until she held tight to his hand.

“Slow down, cowboy,” she said. “They have the stage for another ninety minutes.”

The stage was set up in the south end zone, on a hay rack that swayed with the beat of the music. The band was all men, except for Cat. The men were shirtless, sweaty and had great abs. The muscles of their arms bulged as they played their instruments as if they were weapons. Cat had black mesh stockings and shorts that had been cut to reveal a good chunk of her behind. Other than that, she wore a sheer halter top, and it was obvious from the way her breasts moved that she had no supporting bra. Her face was electric with lightning bolts and sparkling makeup. Her jet black hair was pushed back and high. She held the mike in one hand, but when she sang she bent back and brought the mike close to her lips. It made Brooke remember the way she had fellated Rowan at the beginning of the summer. When she looked at the faces of other men in the audience, it was obvious that they had that same impression of incipient oral sex delivered by the gorgeous, sexy lead singer, Cat.

Tyler watched her with puppy eyes, but Cat didn’t see him at all. Perhaps the lights were too bright.

Brooke stood close to Tyler, with her arms around his waist. He had draped one arm over her shoulder. As she leaned against him, she realized again how well-muscled he was. All that exercise had benefitted him as well as her. During a slow song near the end of the set, Brooke force him to dance face-to-face. She put her head on his shoulder, while he had his arms on her waist. Occasionally, one hand would slip onto her ass to give a little squeeze. Brooke let it remain there for a while, then moved it higher. His thighs were taut. His stomach muscles were flat with bumps for the six-pack there. Brooke had to be honest with herself. His was a much better body than the one Dennis had. She loved Dennis and all, and there was something sweet about cuddling with a tall, thin man who might be a little flabby, but Man! there was something sexually exciting about Tyler’s muscles and the strength with which he held her without even trying. She found herself letting her hand slip down to his ass, and tuck into Tyler’s back jeans pocket. By the end of the set, Tyler held her close, but not necessarily intimately. Brooke’s frustration built.

Before the fireworks show began, Brooke caught Cat checking Tyler out and checking out the freckled red-head who was all over him. Good, she thought. Let Cat feel some jealousy over her rejected boyfriend. Tyler was a prize, and Brooke knew it even if Cat didn’t.

At the first dazzling explosion over head, Brooke and Tyler turned to face each other, with their hands on each others hips and back pockets. Their heads were tilted back to watch the sky light up with sudden lightning and flame. From below, Brooke saw the strength of Tyler’s chin and jawline. He looked like a little kid when the sound of the explosions caused the crowd to gasp and sigh. His eyes sparkled, and his smile was enormous. When he looked at her, Brooke smiled, too, and hoped the pyrotechnics were reflected in her wide eyes. Tyler held her closer, until her breasts were flattened against his own front. It was a little uncomfortable, but she enjoyed the sensation. She stepped forward until her left leg was between Tyler’s legs. She felt the muscles in both of his legs squeezing hers. As she leaned forward, she also thought she felt a tumescent swelling in his jeans against her thigh.

Finally! Brooke thought. A reaction from Tyler about me. She felt proud of her sexuality around this twenty-five year old man. She was going to turn twenty-one in August, but he still seemed almost a generation older than her.

A boy of about ten ran through the crowd distributing American flags on a foot long stick. Brooke and Tyler both took one, and waved at all the fireworks. It meant taking her hands off his ass, but she was comfortable with that, as long as her leg was between his, and she could feel the tip of his penis on her thigh.

The sulfuric smell of rotten eggs wafted over the crowd. It was a comforting aroma, remembered from many fireworks shows since the viewers were children. Brooke waved two flags above her head, well aware that her breasts were lifted higher, too. Tyler’s hands slid up from her hips to her waist, and then even further the sides of her boobs. His hands felt powerful and large. Still, this was not the place for a gentleman to be fondling a lady’s breasts.

“No,” she whispered in his ear, even as she twisted a little side to side, letting the tips of her boobs feel the palms of his hands. “Not here.”

Tyler blushed. “I’m so sorry.” He removed his hands and put them in his own pockets.

Brooke was okay with that for now. She danced, waving the flags, in front of him. She hoped she was driving him crazy. He kept his head down a little, like he was still embarrassed for what he had done. It mattered not that men were groping handfuls of lifted breasts all around him, while women thrilled and smiled to the erotic contact. One stranger’s hands appeared from behind her, making full contact with both fun bags and squeezing just a little too hard. Brooke’s mouth dropped open, and she covered herself with the flags. Tyler saw what happened, pushed past Brooke, and punched the offending groper in the nose.

Brooke fell into Tyler’s arms again, preventing further punches by either man.

“Are you okay?” Tyler yelled in her ear above the sounds of the pounding fireworks and the roar of the crowd. “Did he hurt your?”

“I’ll be all right,” she said, into his ear, but she stayed front to front with Tyler the rest of the show.

As lights came on marking the end of the celebration, curls of smoke drifted among the lamps. The crowd moved slowly towards the exits to retrieve their cars, and wait in line to be discharged onto the highway. Tyler and Brooke got into her Camry, and rolled down the windows. Brooke didn’t start the car, but leaned onto Tyler in the passenger seat.

“Thank you,” he said. “This was a wonderful night. I so envy your Dennis. He’s a lucky guy. But I can see now there might be a girl out there for me, right? I don’t have to tie my every hope to Cat, do I? She looked awfully pretty tonight though, didn’t she? Every eye was on her, and it was easy to see why. She’s really talented. Great figure. Can you believe a woman as beautiful as that was my fiancée?”

“Oh, shut up about Cat, will you? She’s moved on. You should move on as well. Yes, we had a great evening. Yes, there are other girls that would love to be your girlfriend or fiancée. You are a terrific guy.”

Brooke was so angry she was shaking in her seat. She pounded the steering wheel making it beep and garnering a nasty glance from a car next to her. Tyler sat upright, and stared at her with his eyes wide.

“I don’t always talk about Cat, do I? I’m moving on. Or at least I’m trying to. Come here. Give me a hug. I think you could use one.”