My name's Todd Westfall. I'm twenty-two years old, relatively fit, go to Scranton College during the school year and work at Mt. Clifton Country Club during the summer. At the Country Club I manage the pool, that puts me in charge of the all the kids swim classes, pool water quality, and the lifeguards. I was also the head lifeguard. As a lifeguard and swim instructor, I spent a lot of time with the teens and sub teens. There were always a few of the girls who developed strong attractions to the guys. Some even made offers we had to really fight to ignore.

Late one Thursday afternoon, I stopped by Wal-Mart to pick up a few things. As I walked from my car to the entrance, I crossed paths with one of the girls from the pool, nine o'clock swim class, Cynthia, or Cindy, Clawson. Cindy, I found out later, lived just down the street from me and frequented Wal-Mart too. She spent the money her mother gave her here.

"Mr. Westfall, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I stopped by on my way home to pick up a few things," I said. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm killing time. My mom's got a guy at the house and is paying me to stay away until after seven o'clock tonight," she informed me. "Could we go to your house for a little while to kill time?"

"What would we do there?"

"Anything you'd like," came her quick response.

"I really don't think that would be a good idea, Cindy," I said. "The Vice President lives right across the street and I'm sure she would question seeing you there with just me, don't you think?"

"Don't you think I'm cute?" she asked.

"You're very cute," I admitted, "but I've got to be very careful. When the Club interviewed me, they said one of the terms of my employment was that I never be seen socially with any of the teens from the pool. I guess they had some trouble a couple years ago."

"Yeah, Karen Comstock and Tanya Seagal both were spending time with the head lifeguard in the filter room and both got pregnant before the end of summer. I tried to get him to notice me too, but he said I was too young."

That I didn't have any place reasonable I could take her really was biting me. Cindy was a gorgeous blond with long hair to her mid-back, blue eyes, about four feet ten inches tall and beautifully developing thirteen years old breasts. She was offering herself to me and I had to turn her down. God, if I lived somewhere else and Cindy offered herself, I'd be all over her body in a second.

I started to tell her that I was sorry, and anything with her was out of the question, then a thought hit me. I took her by the hand and said, "If you want me us do something really sexy, come on, I think I know how we can."

I led her into the store. As I did, I said to her, "Hold onto my hand like I'm your dad and follow me. We'll go to the restroom in the back."

She did as I told her. I led her into the front entrance, through the pharmacy and electronics departments, to the rear restrooms. "Mr. Westfall, how are we going to do anything when people are coming and going in the restrooms?" she asked.

"Watch," I told her. We walked past the Women's room to a door between it and the Men's room. A sign identified it as the "Family Restroom". I tried it and it was locked. Before I could turn to her to say something, the door opened and a woman with a young boy about six or seven exited. As soon as they were clear of the hallway, I ducked inside and pulled Cindy with me. I closed the door, pressing the lock button almost before the door latch clicked.

I looked to her and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"I don't know, my mom's fucking the guy she's got at the house. Is that what you would you like to do to me?" she questioned.

"Well," I said, "since this is our first time, I really don't think we should go all the way."

"Why not?" she asked quickly

"Well, have you started your periods yet?"

"Yeah, I just had my third one about two weeks ago," she proudly announced.

"How much do you know about your body?"

"Some, why?"

"Well, if had your third period about two weeks ago, you're probably fertile about now. That means would not be a good time to go all the way. With my luck you'd miss your next nine or ten periods unless your mom put you on the pill."

"I'm not taking the pill, mom said I'm too young. What do you mean I would miss so many periods?"

"Because you'd get pregnant. A woman doesn't have periods while she's pregnant."

"I'm glad you told me. Mom never told me that, just that a guy could get me pregnant. She never said how though."

"Have you ever had a guy eat you out?"

"What's eat me out?"

"It's when a guy uses his mouth to lick your pussy. I think you'd like it a whole lot," I said.

"Ugh, that's nasty. You mean a girl would let a guy do something like that? Isn't it dirty down there, where she pees and poops?"

"Girls have guys eat their pussies all the time. If a girl takes care of herself properly, she's clean enough. Can I show you?"

"What do I need to do?"

I patted the baby-changing table and said, "Hop up here."

When she was sitting on the table, I took my hand and spun her around ninety degrees so I was standing between her legs. I took hold of her shorts and panties on each side, and began to pull them down her legs. When she realized what I was doing, she pressed on the table with her shoulders and feet, bridging her hips up so I could work her clothes down around her ankles.

I lifted her knees and pulled her legs wider apart. There, before me, appeared the most beautiful young girl slit I'd even seen. Her outer lips were blood swollen, gapping slightly with her clitty hood, and open wider back toward her vagina and anus. Her lips near her vagina were glistening with droplets of her dew. I relished the display she was presenting me.

I glanced downward to her panties, stretched tight around her ankles. The crotch of her panties was rolled causing the thin material to display yellowish stains from the past. Her pubis sported only a very few black course hairs. It was so much better then I imagined when she was practicing her swim skills in the pool.

Along with her precum, I could sense the presence of a very slight mustiness. It was stronger and a little more acrid then I could remember when my ten-years old sister and I played doctor years ago. My sister was okay, no tits, flat stomach, and tiny clit. All she let me do was put my finger between her legs and suck her tiny nipples for a few minutes. I'd already done more with Cindy.

I leaned in and inhaled her scent. I wanted to remember her aroma for the future. I held her lips wide and stretched my tongue to touch the very edge of her slit ever so lightly, touching it to her pussy right at the point her pussy lips converged. I licked it two or three times, so lightly that my tongue didn't even transfer my saliva to her.

I backed up a little and looked down lower to where I spread her lips and saw her vaginal entrance for the first time. "You're beautiful down here," I told her as I pressed my tongue between her lips. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth several times to moisten it then returned it to her vulva. Each time I returned it, I pressed slightly more firmly until I could feel my tongue pressing and stretching her hymen. When I did, she winched slightly.

That hurt a little," she indicated.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Does it hurt all the time?"

"No, only the first time," I informed her. "So you want me to keep going?"

"Uh huh," said as she shook her head in the affirmative.

I pressed my tongue forward slowly invading her tight cherry ring. Several times she grunted slightly. I took them as meaning she was hurting and backed off. Finally, I could push no further and rested.

I removed my fingers from beside her vagina, allowing them to relax while I kept my tongue buried as deeply as I could.

I moved my right hand to her clitty and began circling it with my fingers. Every little bit I would use my thumb and index finger to capture her clitty and lightly pull and stretch it.

She reached up with her hands and took hold of my ears and guided them so my mouth was pressing firmly on her clitoris. Since my tongue was no longer at her love tunnel, I replaced it with my index finger. I also swapped my finger on her clitty for my lips and tongue and began to suck the little button from its hood. When I did, I tried to grind my tongue as close to its little flared hood as I could. My finger pushed deeper and deeper into her vagina.

"Right there," she said with considerable urgency. "Keep doing that, it really feels good." She responded with a sharp intake of air, then her hands moved to the sides of my face, guiding my mouth to her pleasure.

In seconds, I felt her vagina pulsing on my finger, the tight ring just inside the entrance snug on my second knuckle. I could feel the circular muscles deeper down contracting and then relaxing like it was drawing baby making sperm toward its depths.

In a half a minute I felt her body go limp. Her legs were very heavy in my arms. I looked between her legs and a stream of girl pussy juice was slowly oozing from her vagina.

I was about to lean down and begin sucking her cum with my lips when there was a knock at the door. "Are you about done?" an older woman's voice asked.

"We'll be out in a minute," I called out whom ever it was.

I helped Cindy to her feet. I couldn't help but reach up with my left hand and drag my fingers one more time through her beautiful slippery teen vulva. When I reached her now deflating clitty, I used my right hand to pull her tight and kiss her sensuously on her rosy lips.

I held out her panties and helped her on with them then repeated the act with her shorts. I pulled her tight and kissed her one last time, this time cupping her breast in the palm of my hand. When I broke our kiss, I said to her, "Cindy, we really need to find another place to meet. I think we need more time when we're together."

"I think you're right," she said with a smile.

She adjusted her clothes slightly, then reached back and flushed the toilet. I took hold of the door latch, pulled it down, then took her hand and guided her back into the confusion of other shoppers at Wal-Mart.