As I sunned myself by the swimming pool, I felt like a very bad girl. I wasn't one really but I so wanted to change that.

I'd just finished my senior year in high school and had spent most of the summer soaking up the sun by the pool in our backyard. Sometimes a friend or two joined me but since most of them worked summer jobs, that left me all alone. I'd put on one of my skimpy bikinis, like the red one lined with maroon trim and slather on the sun lotion. Then I'd remove my wrap and lie on the chaise usually with an ice cold glass of sweet tea next to me.

If I felt too hot from the sun, I'd get up and dive into the pool, my body slicing cleanly through the cool water feeling totally refreshed. But it wasn't just the sun that made me hot.

It was the men, who were working on the cabana to fix it up, move in some new furniture my father and bought and then cover it with several coats of fresh paint. They spent most of the day working in their tank tops and faded jeans, work boots and everything. Not that it did much to hide the fact that they were hard bodied men, built with sinewy muscle honed from what they did and when they broke for lunch, I'd watch them talking by the swimming pool as they ate.

This had been going on for two weeks so far and they had yet to say a word to me except "hi", "bye" or "how you doing" that didn't await a response from me. Polite chatter considering I was sitting in front of them just in my bikini.

I knew I was a pretty girl. I'd been told it enough times in my life to believe it, going back to when I'd been a little girl. Whereas other girls in my class complained about the "in between" stage where they just wanted to hide away, I slid pretty smoothly to looking like a woman. The guys knew it for sure, flocking around me and I'd been out with a number of them. I hadn't been an angel either…okay I hadn't really been with a guy…not like I told some people.

It's just that there's a lot of pressure to just lose it you know, to be the first to be grownup in your crowd. So I subtracted some months from my experiences, anything wrong with that? No matter what happened, when I did lose it, I'd just tell my friends a version where the dates were changed and maybe a few things about the guy. I had a reputation to keep as being one of the cool girls in high school so half the school thought I'd lost it when I was 16 even my best friends.

The truth was that I was still a virgin after high school. I had planned to change that on prom night but my date, Phil passed out in the hotel room after we left the dance where he'd gotten drunk as a skunk.

But looking at the two hot men in front of me, I knew I could change that and create a back story the next time someone pressed me for more details.

I got up to go take a dip in the pool, stretching my arms as I did so, not paying attention to who might be watching. My mom had gone to one of her many social meetings and my dad was on one of his business trips.

So that left me all alone…except for the two men.

I dove into the pool and felt the coolness rush over me. It erased the languidness that lying under the hot sun created. I swam underneath the water until I reached the edge of the pool near the deep end ladder.

I saw the one that I'd heard go by Carlton, the other one being Glen. I'd seen them around town plenty of times mostly hanging by the jazz club.

Carlton had sat down on one of the deck chairs drinking a bottle of iced tea.

"Taste good?"

He looked at me as I watched him and smiled.

"It hits the spot," he said, "Weather's so hot this time of year that it's hard not to pass out from it."

I considered that.

"You can always jump in here and cool off."

He smiled wider.

"I don't think the boss would shine to that," he said, "He's your father right?"

I nodded.

"He's not here," I said, "He's out of town until the end of the week on work."

"Still…got a job to do," he said, "Glen and I will be finished by the end of the week."

I licked my lips.

"That's a shame," I said, "I'd gotten kind of used to you being here."

"Got to make a living and we've got some other jobs lined up."

I sighed, watching as he sipped from his bottle again.

"Maybe if I talk to my father, he can find you other work to do."

He tilted his face looking at me. He had dark curly hair and the beginnings of a beard, stubble mostly. Glen had lighter brown hair and they both had deep tans from working outside during the summer months no doubt.

"That's awfully nice of you but I'm curious. Is that just to help us out or is it for another reason?"

I played innocent.

"That depends…I mean you do good work and you look good doing it."

There, I said it but he reacted by chuckling which I hadn't anticipated. My cheeks started to burn.

"What's so funny?"

"You…are you hitting on me?"

I reacted quickly.

"You think that's what I'm doing?"

He paused, finishing his tea off and then putting the bottle down.

"You got a boyfriend…Tiffany?"

"You remember my name…"

"I've got a great memory for detail and an eye for it too…part of being a contractor."

I just smiled.

"No I don't have a boyfriend…why would you ask that?"

He shrugged.

"Just curious…a woman like you shouldn't be hanging out here by herself."

I bristled a bit at that.

"I can do what I want…and right now I just want to chill out by the pool."

He nodded.

"Fair enough…well I'd better get back to work…nice talking to you."

He started to walk away.

"I'd say the same thing but something tells me you're not that nice."

He just chuckled as he headed back to the cabana and I watched him go. God, the man had a nice ass sculpted by working hard and maybe playing hard too. I'd just like to see what it looked like not sheathed in denim.


Damn she looks hot in that bikini but I knew she's just a tease, as in look at me but don't touch. When I took the job, her father had told me that she might be spending some days by the pool and not to bother her. So Glenn and I had kept our distance which hadn't been easy. The girl had a body on her, nice tits underneath her tops which barely molded around them and a slim waist. An ass that teased when she bent over to pick something else and long legs shaped by playing instead of working…which added up to a nice package. Soft full lips that I wanted to taste not to mention that her bottoms cloaked what I liked best in a woman, pussy.

When I walked away from her, it was so she couldn't see exactly how much I ached to fuck it.

I'd felt my pants tighten again when I looked down at her, her dark hair slick back off her face from the water and the way that she looked at me…I knew what she wanted. I just didn't know how badly she wanted it.

It wasn't just me, Glen had nursed a few hard ons working on the day where she put herself on display. He wanted a piece of her too…but he didn't want to go looking for trouble. Her daddy was some big shot, someplace and I knew that if someone got on the wrong side of him, they would be in trouble.

And fucking his little girl would most definitely set him off.

But I wanted her and I knew the way she looked at me, she wanted me. I'd been talking with Glen about it before she came outside.

"I'd love to dip my wick inside of her," Glen said, "might be worth the risk."

It would definitely be risky.

"Dad could probably kill us with his bare hands," I said, "I heard stories about him."

Glen sighed.

"Maybe she wouldn't tell him."

"You want to take the chance she'd run off and tell one of her friends instead," I said, "Girls like her always tells someone."

"So why are you going to fuck her?"

I hadn't told him that was my intention but we'd been buddies since before we started working together.

"Because she's there and…she looks damn hot in that suit...better without it I bet."

Glen had laughed.

"Okay…well I'm thinking I want her too," he said, "How about we share her?"

I paused.

"I'm not sure she's into that," he said, "Look I'm sure she's been around but not all women can handle the both of us."

"We could try…you know warm her up to it."

I thought absolutely not.

"I don't plan on sharing this one."

I don't know why I said that because Glen and I had shared women in the past…women who got off on fucking more than one at once. I felt a rush just thinking about the last woman we'd shared at a motel room just outside town limits that probably saw most of the illicit action in this area. It'd been a blast but this time…I wanted this sweet thing for myself.

"What if I want her too?"

I came up with a plan.

"I'll pay you to stay away from her," I said, "a day's wages…"

"Two days…and I want to watch…"

That didn't surprise me because Glen was into watching and sometimes I let him. But I didn't want the hassle.

"I'll think about that one."

At least she was 18 so we wouldn't get into trouble but then there was still her father. He'd be gone until the end of the week so I had to act fast.


I had gotten a phone call from Stacy, this bitch who acts like my friend to my face but trash talks about me behind my back. But she knew all the gossip and I wanted to know about Carlton. If he'd fucked any other girls while working in their homes…without making it appear as if I wanted him.

"Yeah I heard he did Lily in her dad's clubhouse," Stacy said, "He almost found out but somehow Carlton walked out of that job with his balls."

I had plenty of ideas what I wanted to do with his balls when I had them in my hand. I wanted to know what they tasted like because Cosmo had said that guys loved it when a girl tongued them, and took one inside her mouth at a time.

"He's working here…I'm not really into the blue collar type…it'd be nice to know if he's going to come on to me or anything."

"Oh if he does…do what he wants," Stacy said, "Lily swears by him…"

Lily wasn't the most reliable source but I got the gist. I clicked off the phone soon after that and grabbing my flimsy robe; I put it on over my suit and walked over to talk to him. He looked over at me from where he stood near the cabana.

"What's up?"

"I'd tell you but you might get upset."

He raised his brows.

"Upset…about being turned on," he said, "I don't think so…but that's neither here nor there."

I moved closer to him.

"Do I turn you on?"

He smiled

"Is that your intent," he asked, "to get a rise out of me."

I swallowed, my throat going dry suddenly.

"Did it work?"

He just stared at me a long moment and I knew I'd caught him off guard. But I wanted his hands on my body and his mouth…I wanted to know what it tasted like to kiss hit. Then he took a step closer and we were both behind the cabana.

"What do you think?"

Then one of his hands slid underneath my wrap coaxing it down one shoulder…as I just stood there.

"I think that's what you wanted to do."

Oh he was so right about that! I felt him move closer to me and his other hand slide under my wrap until it slipped off of me to the ground, leaving me there in my bikini in front of him.

"Much better…so what do you want from me Tiffany?"

I couldn't speak for a few seconds…the way he looked at me. The feel of his callused fingers on my shoulders trailing down my arms as he'd coaxed my robe right off of me.


"Speechless, that's okay…because I for one don't believe that mouth was made for talking…"


He took a couple of fingers and traced my mouth in a way that made me tingle deep inside.

"No, your mouth has more important uses," he said, "You ever sucked a man off?"

Boy he didn't sure didn't mince words.

"That's a bit personal don't you think?"

"Okay so you haven't…that's fine," he said, "it's not that hard, if you like sucking cock that'll make up for a lot."

My face felt hot suddenly.

"But I'd like to taste it…"

Just like that, he lowered his mouth on mine brushing my lips and I remembered the few kisses I'd gotten from boys that had been tentative yet this one…he knew what he was doing and his kiss grew more intense quicker than I could keep up. This wasn't some teenage boy I'd dated kissing me, this was a man who'd kissed tons of women and he'd fucked them too. His tongue slid over the seam of my mouth, so hot that it almost made me jump."

"Ah…Tiffany you got to keep still…not that I don't want to see you wiggle around but not now."

I tried to stay still as he kissed me again, harder and with greater intensity as if he were claiming ownership which sounds crazy because no guy can do that. His hands rested on my hips and he pushed me against the wall so surely that I gasped. Then he pressed his hard body against mine and yeah…I felt how hard.

I opened my legs slightly so he fit better while he tongued my lips, trying to get them to open to let him aside.

"Just open up for me…."

I did and wow, the way his tongue felt exploring my mouth, more than just tingles…I felt a rush and I knew what I wanted.

I reached for him to pull him closer, grabbing onto his hips and pushing my hips to meet him. His fingers toyed with my bikini bottoms and I sucked my breath in, hoping that he would just pull them down because I wanted him so much…I shouldn't, this was crazy and we couldn't just do it this way…not without talking about it. But I didn't care, my body wanted him and it responded to what he did with his mouth and hands.

"Take me inside…" I gasped in between kisses.

But he pulled away instead.

"I can't…not now," he said, "but damn you taste so good and I know you need it."

Oh I did…if only not to be a liar to my friends about my experiences in the sack.

"Why not…my mom won't come home…"

He smoothed a strand of damp hair off my face.

"I want you to be sure…because this isn't what girls like you think," he said, "This isn't about romance and softness. This is about rawness and need…if you got a problem with that…"

"Oh I don't…"

But I must have spoken too quickly.

"You need to think about it before you come back to me."

He walked away to go back to work leaving me hot and bothered and so sure with my answer already…but then I thought…raw and need…it's almost as if he thought I should be scared of that.

Should I be?


I walked away from her with a bad case of blue balls. Damn she'd tasted so good, so sweet but that was the problem…she was all those things. She was a princess when what I wanted was a slut. Her kiss had been tentative almost as if…but no at 18 she had to know what she was doing.

I was rock hard now and had to just get off my mind off of it because jacking off just wasn't an option. I'd almost told her to walk away from me but I knew that'd make her want it all the more. If something was forbidden, then it was wanted and I knew I'd just whet her appetite.

She'd be back soon and I'd be waiting.