I spent a lot of the summer holidays at the pool. My last year at school was looming, most of my friends were working or on perpetual holiday. As a result of my daily visits I'd added quite an amount of muscle. Hardly anyone noticed; the girls I saw there were either much too young, stuck up college students, or married women (although there had been a couple of interesting dalliances with those along the way.)

Then I saw the new lifeguard. She seemed very familiar but for a couple of days I couldn't place her.

I swam past her as often as I could, registering her toned, shapely legs. She seemed to relish the attention, stretching them out then crossing them theatrically as I passed. That day, I was opposite the lifeguard's high chair when she climbed down backwards. I got a prefect view of her shapely backside enclosed in what I guessed was a one-piece but, mind wandering, could easily be the bottom half of a tiny bikini. She stood at the poolside and stretched her arms upwards. The tiny skirt rode up, giving me an even better view of her legs but not enough to determine the nature of her swim wear.

I swam over to the side, but not too close so she'd have to walk a few paces; it mustn't be obvious. Then she spoke to me. She knew my name. "Don't you recognise me? I'm Suzy, but you used to call me Suzanne."

The penny dropped, Suzanne the Geek, a few months older than me but two years ahead in school terms. Brain the size of several planets. "You've changed a lot," was all I could manage.

"That's what swimming for the college does for you, oh, and maybe internationally next. I train every day. You've been busy too I see; suits you. My break is in a quarter of an hour, fancy a chat in the coffee shop?"

I got out of the pool as soon as I could do so without embarrassment. I was in the café a few minutes early. Suzy looked great as she walked in. She was smaller than I remembered. The short wrap over skirt showed off her toned legs to great effect outside the pool too. She wore the pool's regulation zipped top and she played with the silver toggle constantly, giving me the odd glimpse of the top of her breasts as we chatted.

"They're 34B and it's a one-piece," she said, catching one of my glances as she'd lowered the zip almost to her midriff. In these circumstances you either bluster or front it out. Normally I'm a blusterer, but she said it with a smile.

"Small but perfectly formed from what I can see. Going to show me?"

"Certainly not here, you'll have to wait and see, won't you?" she said, coyly, "I need to go back to work. Long shift today, I finish at two tomorrow though."

"I'll be here as usual; meet you outside."

She'd changed out of the leisure centre uniform when she came out at just after two the next day. In its place were baggy jeans and a zipped sweatshirt. She'd lowered it to give just the slightest glimpse of the top of her tits. What was it with Suzy and zips?

She pecked me on the cheek. "Coffee at mine? The parents are away," she said. The walk took five minutes. As we walked she got closer and closer to me. Before halfway I had my arm around her waist. Suzy's top rode up slightly and my hand was in contact with her narrow, toned midriff.

When we reached the bungalow she led me straight to her bedroom. She didn't say a word. Without looking around she pulled the curtains across, muting the sunlight and preventing an audience from forming. I closed the bedroom door behind me. We kissed, her lips were soft and welcoming. My hand found the zip and I lowered it fully. Suzy shrugged off her top. Her dark nipples turned up slightly in the middle of her perfect, small, milky white tits. I kissed one. "Careful," she said, "they are very sensitive." It hardened in my mouth, I moved slightly and gently kissed the other with the same effect.

I undid her jeans. They fell to her ankles. "Wait," she said as I ran my hand down across her taut stomach and headed for the waistband of her lilac knickers. She kicked off her jeans and knelt in front of me. As she made eye contact I removed my shirt. She ran her hands across my chest then headed downwards. She undid my chinos, then pulled them and my boxers down past my knees. My cock sprang towards her. "Well, that's a nice gift for me," she said, before she kissed the tip, hastening its journey to full hardness. I stepped out of my clothes as she stroked my cock with her tiny, soft hands. The way she caressed my balls so gently was driving me crazy.

She stood in front of me, took half a step back and lowered herself onto her bed. I could see the wet patch in her knickers. She parted and lifted her legs slightly in invitation. Once naked, her secret was revealed. Suzy was shaved, a rarity in those days. "Lots of swimmers do it, even the blokes," she said.

I knelt between her legs and kissed the smooth contours of her mound. It was like kissing a ripe peach. Suzy parted her legs, inviting me closer to her swelling, pink lips. I licked all around them, opening the petals wider. She moved in time with my tongue's attention, her slit opening and getting wetter by the second. I kissed my way back up to her tits and then her mouth, then rubbed my rigid cock up and down her slit. She closed her eyes, then gasped as I eased myself into her.

Suzy was small, strong, and very fit. Her pussy muscles gripped me tightly as I entered her. I paused halfway in, waiting for her to breathe. She thrust her hips upwards into me, welcoming me deep into her. I felt her strong legs around me. She started to moan as I slowly drove in and out of her. Suzy matched me thrust for thrust, her tight pussy squeezing me each time I withdrew. I slammed deep into her with each thrust. She raised her arms above her head and gripped the pillow as I increased the speed.

She started to breath deeper, then began to shriek each time I pushed deep into her. I knew I wouldn't last much longer, that hot, tightly-muscled channel was squeezing me too hard. She threw her legs around me and pulled me deep. She was so strong that I could barely move. "Fuck," she shouted, "fuck, fuck, fuck," as she came hard. I pushed deep into her and joined the party.

She was lying face down facing me. She traced her fingers across my chest as I ran mine up and down her spine. I ventured lower and caressed her taut buttocks. She spread her legs slightly, giving me access. "My bum is sensitive too. You can touch but nothing goes in." I ran my fingers between her cheeks and around the hole. She closed her eyes and started to move gently backwards and forwards. My finger found her entrance and I started to probe. "I told you no," she said, raising her arse so that my hand slipped down between her legs. I massaged her slippery lips and she gasped.

Suzy climbed on top of me and slowly lowered herself onto me. I was so hard it was almost painful, her soft, hot wetness engulfed me as she lowered herself then slowly worked back up, then down, each stroke taking me further inside her pulsing wetness. She ground herself against me when she finally took my whole cock inside her. I moved my hands up to her lovely tits. Gently, I squeezed her hard nipples. She leaned backwards then forwards, still grinding herself against me, still working up and down my shaft.

She gasped as I increased the pressure on her small tits then she started to buck quickly, working herself to a frenzy. I was having trouble holding on to my load as she worked her tight pussy up and down on me. She yelled, they must have heard her several streets away, and squeezed hard. "Now, fill me, now." I had no option, she was so tight around me, I let go as she plunged down on me then fell forward, rubbing her chest against mine.

We lay like that for several minutes then Suzy lifted herself from my still semi-hard pole. Our juices ran down over me. She moved down between my legs and began to lick me clean, her tongue working slowly up, down, and all around. "Ready again I see," she said, stroking me gently.

I realised I was going to enjoy the rest of the holiday.