which is okay, I guess. Other than the fact he’s lazy and flirts non-stop. With everyone. Well, anyone with a D-cup and blonde hair.
Unfortunately, or fortunately (not sure which) for me , my hair is reddish-brown and my boobs are solidly in the B+ range. Tate still hits on me though, but it’s pretty obvious he’s not serious about it. I’m not sure he can stop himself. It’s like it’s programmed in his DNA.
“So Pip,” he says one afternoon. “You got a boyfriend?”
“Huh?” He looks at me expectantly. I wasn’t ever sure if he even knew I was there or not. Not between the rotating sorority girls that tended to ‘drop by’ during his shifts.
“Boyfriend. Do you have one?”
I shake my head. I had one but I don’t mention it. That ship has sailed. “No.”
He’s only making conversation though, because he simply shrugs, going back to his book.
After a week of working, I’d secretly hoped to snag a shift with Henry or at least see him in passing, but nothing. How he lives in my apartment baffles me. I haven’t seen him once since moving in.
“Pip,” Tate calls. He’s got an armful of lane rope. “Come help me put these in.”
I walk over and make a face. “That means I have to get in the water.”
“You’re a lifeguard. Getting in the water is part of the job description,” he says.
I pull off my shirt and shorts, piling them on a bench against the wall. Tate’s eyes ar e all over me. I’m not an idiot. I know he wants to check me out in my bathing suit. Sadly, it’s the required red guard suit that reveals nothing but he’s a pervert so I’ve probably made his day.
I hop in the water, yelping at the cold. “Damn,” I say, turning around. To my surprise Tate’s taken off his shirt and has jumped in the water next to me. Holy Jesus, his chest. Josh wasn’t lying about him looking better than ever.
“It’s easier if we’ re both in the water,” he explains, swimming past me.
I eye him warily but he stays on one end of the pool and we adjust the lane ropes. Once we finish , I hoist myself out of the pool, shrieking in surprise when I stand up.
“Holy crap!” I yell in Henry’s face. I wobble on the edge of the p ool and he grabs my arm, stopping me from falling backwards.
“You okay?” he asks, still clinging to my arm even though I’m upright.
“Yeah, thanks.” My towel hangs from the back of the guard chair and I quickly wrap it around my body. I finally get a chance to see Henry again and this is how I look. Dripping wet like a drowned rat in a lame one-piece suit. Perfect.
By perfect , I mean he’s perfect. Longish brown hair. Ice blue eyes. Warm tan skin even though it’s not summer yet. Every emotion from every minute I spent crushing on him in school comes bubbles to the surface. Including the defeat and sadness.
“Hey dude, got your check?” Tate says, drying off with a towel.
“Yeah, heading to the bank before it closes.”
They stand close and talk about something. Parties or friends. Maybe math class? I have no idea. They don’t seem to notice me and I feel like an eavesdropper so I grab my towel and clothes and head to the office to change.
When I come out, Henry’s gone, but a stick-straight-haired blonde Tri-Delt has taken his place. Tate gives me a wink when I walk past to finish cleaning up the pool before closing.
Another day, another girl. Guess things haven’t changed much after all.
*
“You saw him having sex in the locker room?” Tricia asked. She held a piece of pizza in her hand, but her mouth hung open in shock over my idiotic co-worker.
“Yes . It was…how do I describe it?” I consider. “Equal parts gross and hot.”
I’m explaining to Tricia about how I walked in on Tate and his girl of the week banging in the locker room a couple of days before. He had her pressed against the metal doors, pants around his hips. I could see the two dimples over his ass and wow. I bolted before I got caught being a creeping
Unfortunately, or fortunately (not sure which) for me , my hair is reddish-brown and my boobs are solidly in the B+ range. Tate still hits on me though, but it’s pretty obvious he’s not serious about it. I’m not sure he can stop himself. It’s like it’s programmed in his DNA.
“So Pip,” he says one afternoon. “You got a boyfriend?”
“Huh?” He looks at me expectantly. I wasn’t ever sure if he even knew I was there or not. Not between the rotating sorority girls that tended to ‘drop by’ during his shifts.
“Boyfriend. Do you have one?”
I shake my head. I had one but I don’t mention it. That ship has sailed. “No.”
He’s only making conversation though, because he simply shrugs, going back to his book.
After a week of working, I’d secretly hoped to snag a shift with Henry or at least see him in passing, but nothing. How he lives in my apartment baffles me. I haven’t seen him once since moving in.
“Pip,” Tate calls. He’s got an armful of lane rope. “Come help me put these in.”
I walk over and make a face. “That means I have to get in the water.”
“You’re a lifeguard. Getting in the water is part of the job description,” he says.
I pull off my shirt and shorts, piling them on a bench against the wall. Tate’s eyes ar e all over me. I’m not an idiot. I know he wants to check me out in my bathing suit. Sadly, it’s the required red guard suit that reveals nothing but he’s a pervert so I’ve probably made his day.
I hop in the water, yelping at the cold. “Damn,” I say, turning around. To my surprise Tate’s taken off his shirt and has jumped in the water next to me. Holy Jesus, his chest. Josh wasn’t lying about him looking better than ever.
“It’s easier if we’ re both in the water,” he explains, swimming past me.
I eye him warily but he stays on one end of the pool and we adjust the lane ropes. Once we finish , I hoist myself out of the pool, shrieking in surprise when I stand up.
“Holy crap!” I yell in Henry’s face. I wobble on the edge of the p ool and he grabs my arm, stopping me from falling backwards.
“You okay?” he asks, still clinging to my arm even though I’m upright.
“Yeah, thanks.” My towel hangs from the back of the guard chair and I quickly wrap it around my body. I finally get a chance to see Henry again and this is how I look. Dripping wet like a drowned rat in a lame one-piece suit. Perfect.
By perfect , I mean he’s perfect. Longish brown hair. Ice blue eyes. Warm tan skin even though it’s not summer yet. Every emotion from every minute I spent crushing on him in school comes bubbles to the surface. Including the defeat and sadness.
“Hey dude, got your check?” Tate says, drying off with a towel.
“Yeah, heading to the bank before it closes.”
They stand close and talk about something. Parties or friends. Maybe math class? I have no idea. They don’t seem to notice me and I feel like an eavesdropper so I grab my towel and clothes and head to the office to change.
When I come out, Henry’s gone, but a stick-straight-haired blonde Tri-Delt has taken his place. Tate gives me a wink when I walk past to finish cleaning up the pool before closing.
Another day, another girl. Guess things haven’t changed much after all.
*
“You saw him having sex in the locker room?” Tricia asked. She held a piece of pizza in her hand, but her mouth hung open in shock over my idiotic co-worker.
“Yes . It was…how do I describe it?” I consider. “Equal parts gross and hot.”
I’m explaining to Tricia about how I walked in on Tate and his girl of the week banging in the locker room a couple of days before. He had her pressed against the metal doors, pants around his hips. I could see the two dimples over his ass and wow. I bolted before I got caught being a creeping
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