The Lifeguard Closed the Pool Just for Us

Vera had decided to spend the afternoon at the municipal pool because the July heat was melting her bones and in her one-room flat the fan barely moved hot air. She got there after four, paid the entry fee, and lay down in a corner of the grass, far from the families, with a book she had no intention of opening.

She was wearing a tiny white bikini, almost transparent. Two triangles tied with strings tried and failed to contain her breasts, and the bottoms covered barely half her ass. She knew perfectly well what she had on. That was the point; she had bought it the previous summer in a shop downtown.

By mid-afternoon she had already noticed the lifeguard. A petite brunette, with her hair tied back in a loose braid and thin but firm wire-hard arms. Her one-piece red swimsuit, without reinforcement, showed the shape of her nipples every time she turned her torso to watch the water. She wore dark sunglasses and kept a neutral expression, but Vera could feel the look every so often, lingering on her hips longer than necessary.

The rest of the crowd was entertaining too. Three university girls staring at their phones in one corner, a young mother playing with her children by the showers, her swimsuit shifting from time to time and revealing a nipple, a pair of cocky guys in brief-style trunks showing off their gym bodies. But Vera’s eyes always came back to the same red swimsuit.

The sun went down. People gave in before the heat did: they gathered up towels, rounded up the kids, dragged coolers toward the exit. The lifeguard, meanwhile, made her rounds. She checked the showers, the changing rooms, made sure nobody had fallen asleep on the grass.

Vera watched her pass by the women’s showers, where the three college girls were soaping themselves up amid laughter, completely naked. She saw the lifeguard linger a few seconds too long behind a column. So you look too, she thought.

***

When only a couple remained, murmuring their way toward the changing rooms, Vera got up. She walked to the edge and dove into the pool with the lazy air of someone who knows she’s being watched. She crossed to the other end swimming on her back, keeping her chest above the water, then came back in a slow stroke, exaggerating every movement.

The lifeguard didn’t leave her post, but she didn’t take her eyes off her either. When the couple went out through the main door, she took off her sunglasses, slipped off her sandals, and jumped into the water in a clean dive, without splashing.

She swam under to the other side and surfaced right beside Vera, shaking the water out of her braid. They floated there for an instant, looking at each other.

—Hi —Vera said—. I’m Vera.

—Noa. Well, Noelia, but I prefer Noa.

—It’s pretty.

They swam a couple of lengths together without talking, at the same lazy pace, not touching but aware that the distance between their arms was getting smaller and smaller. They rested at the edge, elbow to elbow. Vera noticed Noa looking at the line of her neck.

—Do you mind if I take my bra off? —Vera asked, looking straight at her—. It’s starting to pinch.

Noa snorted a laugh.

—Who’s going to see you? I already closed the gates.

—Already?

—Five minutes ago.

Vera untied the knots underwater and tossed the garment onto the grass. Noa watched her. She didn’t even try to hide it.

—Wait here for me —she told her.

She got out of the pool, crossed to the entrance gate, checked the lock, and came back walking slowly. While she walked, she let the swimsuit straps slip down and rolled the suit toward her hips. By the time she reached the pool edge, it was at the level of her pubis. She yanked it down and dropped it in a bundle on the towel.

Vera watched her without blinking. Small breasts, rock-hard, with the nipples pointing straight out. Flat stomach, with the shadow of an abdominal muscle on either side. Completely shaved pubis, thin lips, white against the rest of her tan. A whole athlete.

—I wanted to be more comfortable too —Noa said, and slid into the water.

***

They kissed in the middle of the pool, where you couldn’t touch the bottom. Their legs tangled. Noa’s small, hard breasts flattened against Vera’s large, soft ones. Noa tasted of chlorine and something else, something warm. She bit Vera’s lower lip.

—You kiss well —Noa murmured against her mouth.

—You’re not exactly bad yourself.

Vera slid her hand down Noa’s stomach until she found her pubis. Her fingers parted the lips without difficulty, soft, slow, searching for the clit. Noa closed her eyes and clutched Vera’s shoulders.

—Fuck. I’ve been thinking about this all day.

—I noticed.

—Was I that obvious?

—No, but I was looking too.

They swam to where they could stand, beside the edge. Vera hoisted her up to sit on the hot concrete and spread her legs. She licked her slowly, first the clit, then deeper in, with her tongue flat, unhurried, while holding her thighs apart so they wouldn’t close. Noa buried a hand in Vera’s wet hair and let out a long moan that bounced off the walls of the enclosure.

She came the first time in less than five minutes. The second took a little longer, because Vera deliberately slowed down.

—Stop, stop —Noa panted at last, laughing—. I’m going to lose my mind.

—Shall we go to the showers?

—Yeah. I’m going to eat you alive.

***

In the showers the water came out cold, and that made them laugh. Then it turned lukewarm, and the body wash did the rest. They soaped each other slowly, rubbing every inch, sliding their hands over the slick skin. Vera was twice Noa’s body, and yet they fit.

—Let me wash your hair —Vera said.

She undid the braid and worked shampoo into her scalp, massaging with her fingertips while pressing her breasts against Noa’s wet back. Noa closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto Vera’s shoulder. Vera’s hips pushed gently against the other woman’s small, hard ass.

—I could stay like this for hours —Noa whispered.

Vera moved her hands lower. She hugged her torso, circled her breasts, pinched her nipples. She lowered her mouth to Noa’s neck and slowly bit the trapezius muscle.

—You can’t stay like this for hours. There are better things to do.

She turned her under the stream and kissed her on the lips while crouching down. She kissed her collarbones, her breasts, her navel, her hips, her thighs. She told her to brace herself against the tiles and turn around. She kissed her shoulder blades, her spine, her hard, parted buttocks. She made her moan when she ran her tongue between them, slowly, calmly.

—Fuck, Vera. Fuck.

When Noa was about to come again, she asked her to turn the temperature down a little.

—Let’s go to the changing room. There are benches.

***

They set a wooden bench in the middle of the room, covered it with both their towels, and lay down the opposite way, one against the other, in an awkward but sufficient sixty-nine. They’d been like that for a while, giving each other time, saying nothing but with their tongues, when they heard a sharp bang outside.

Noa sat up suddenly. Vera did too.

—What was that?

—Someone climbed the wall. Shit.

They peeked silently out the high changing-room window. There were two guys, no older than twenty-two. One tall, dark-haired, with short hair. The other a little shorter, wiry, with curly hair. They threw their backpacks onto the grass and started stripping in a hurry, laughing under their breath.

—I’m calling the police —Noa whispered.

—Wait. Let’s see what they want first.

T-shirts off. Jeans off. Underwear onto the grass. They stood there naked, both of them, their cocks half-erect. And then they kissed. It wasn’t a friendly kiss. It was a kiss with tongue, hands at the nape, with a grip on the other guy’s ass that left no doubt.

—Wow —Vera murmured.

—Wow —Noa echoed.

—Still want to call the police?

—Maybe later.

***

They moved to the changing-room door, crouched behind the frame, and watched. The guys hadn’t bothered getting into the water. They’d dropped straight onto the grass, one on top of the other, wasting no time.

The curly-haired one knelt between the dark-haired one’s thighs, grabbed both cocks with one hand, and started jerking them off at the same time, looking him in the eyes. Then he leaned down and took him in his mouth slowly, licking his balls first.

—Holy shit —Noa said—. Now that’s how it’s done.

—You like both sides then?

—Both. And you?

—Me too. I think we should say hello.

Noa looked at her and laughed silently.

—Come on.

They walked out slowly, not hiding their nudity. The guys were so absorbed in what they were doing that it took them a few seconds to notice. When they lifted their heads and saw the two women, the curly-haired one let go of the other guy’s cock and sat up abruptly.

—Fuck.

—Easy —Noa said—. I’m the lifeguard. Technically I should kick you out.

—Please, no...

—Technically —she repeated, smiling—. What are your names?

—Diego —said the dark-haired one—. And this is Bruno.

—Vera —said Vera—. And this is Noa. Don’t you have a place to stay?

—Shared flats, both of us. And parents on top of that.

—Right. So, do you want to keep going on your own, or do you want to let us join you?

Diego and Bruno looked at each other. Bruno shrugged with the smile of a man who couldn’t believe his luck.

—There’s room for everyone.

***

Vera got behind Diego and pressed her breasts into his back. She ran her hands over his torso, pinched his nipples, bit his earlobe. Noa knelt beside Bruno, picked up where the other guy had left off blowing him, and without letting go of his cock, took her free hand to Diego’s crotch.

Vera pushed Diego slowly until he lay down on the grass. Bruno fell beside him, dragged by Noa, and the two guys found each other’s mouths again, side by side, while the women took care of the cocks.

When they couldn’t wait any longer, the women got on top. Vera straddled Diego, Noa did the same with Bruno. They sank the cocks in at the same time, almost in rhythm, and leaned in to kiss each other while the guys underneath searched for each other’s hands.

—Do you come inside? —Vera asked, looking at Noa.

—I’m on the pill —Noa answered.

—I’ve got an IUD.

Diego opened his eyes wide, as if asking permission. Vera grabbed his jaw.

—You come whenever you want.

They rode them until the guys came almost at the same time, first Bruno with a muffled shout, then Diego squeezing Vera’s hips with both hands. They stayed like that for a moment, all four of them breathing.

—We’re not done —Noa said.

They switched partners. Vera settled herself over Bruno in another sixty-nine, licking what remained inside while he returned the favor from below. Noa did the same with Diego. Both cocks, which had seemed spent, were ready again in less time than they expected.

—Want to try something harder? —Noa said.

—What have you got in mind?

—You two fuck each other, right?

Diego and Bruno looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

—That was the plan.

—Then we want to see.

***

Diego got onto all fours on the grass. Noa, with the flexibility of someone who spends the day stretching, slid underneath into another inverted sixty-nine, giving the dark-haired one her mouth and her crotch so he could lick her while waiting for the rest.

Vera took care of the lubrication. Saliva in Diego’s hole, saliva on Bruno’s cock, her two fingers making a path, slowly. When she saw Diego relax, she guided the other guy’s head to the entrance with her hand.

—Slowly —she told Bruno—. Give him time.

Bruno went in centimeter by centimeter, gripping his boyfriend’s hips. Diego let out a long groan against Noa’s pubis, and she took the opportunity to press his nape tighter against her. Vera, behind him, slipped a finger into Bruno while he pushed, setting a slow rhythm from the outside.

—Fuck, Vera —Bruno murmured—. Stop or I’m going to come right now.

—Come whenever you want, pretty boy.

Bruno came inside Diego a couple of thrusts later. Diego spilled his in Noa’s mouth, and she caught every drop. Vera, behind, had never stopped stroking and kissing skin everywhere.

***

They kept going all night. The enclosure was closed, the hedge was tall, the wall even taller, and the neighbors had been asleep for a while. They took turns, changed positions, repeated the ones that had worked best. At some point someone got back into the water. At another they opened a bottle of something Diego had pulled from his backpack.

When it started to get light, the four of them were lying on the grass, wet, exhausted, passing around a cigarette none of them really wanted.

—I can’t let you out through the main gate —Noa said—. You’ll have to climb the wall again.

—We’ve got it handled —Bruno answered.

—I want to see you again —Vera said—. All of you.

They exchanged numbers, got dressed slowly, said goodbye at the pool edge. Before locking up, Noa handed Vera a copy of the gate key.

—In case you come back some night.

—Alone?

—Whatever you want.