It was June of 1999, I was 18, had only recently given my virginity to a boy who dumped me only a week later. I was feeling a bit lost, and disillusioned, and at the same time finally free, or at least starting to feel that way. I still had to follow (or at least pretend) to follow my parents rules , but now that I had a car, and a job, and was heading off to college in the fall, it was harder and harder for them to hold me back.

I had first taken notice of Steven on the first day of work. I had already known two of the boys working that summer, Trey and Michael, and the girls Jennifer, Stacey, Lisa and Tina were all in my graduating class. The others I had met the weeks prior during training. Steven however was older, already 21. Most of the lifeguards were 18 and 19, with a few who stuck around after that. Steven was the Sr. Lifeguard, at least in his own mind, and I suppose by age as well.

He was tall, 6'2, and lanky, with long skinny but nicely muscled limbs. He was always in a tank top and sun glasses, with one of those ridiculous White nose protectors on the front. He never took them off outside, and sometimes not inside either. He had a permanent bronze skin tone but his hair was long and blond and his eyes were are beautiful blue. As ridiculous as the nose cover was he still looked like model, with his perfect abs, and chiseled abs, and pecs. His arms were not large, but they were clear strong. I learned later he was a swimmer in HS, and I remember seeing his name on the boards in the pool, but didn't put together until later.

At the time I was just admiring him as he walked into the club. He had this relaxed way about him. Like he was never busy, but always somehow ready for action, at any moment. He never yelled, never raised his voice or shifted his tone. He was like a California surfer boy, but had never been within 2000 miles of the Pacific, and had only ever surfed in Ocean City. Everyone seemed to naturally just follow his lead.

I was sitting on the chair overlooking the pool, wearing my red bikini top and bottom. I had a towel over my legs and a hat on my head, and big reflector aviators that my brother had given me for my birthday. I loved them, and they made me look older somehow. He walked right up to me and introduced himself, reaching up to take my hand. He was all smiles and easiness. Told me welcome to the team and such. Then drifted off the greet the rest of the crew. He was late. I could never quite figure it out. It was 930, and we all started at 8, everyone else by 9, he waltzed in at 930 and no one cared, they all smiled and laughed at his jokes, and went about their day.

That was his daily routine, and it was never the same time twice the whole summer. Sometimes as early as 920, once after 10am, and still no one cared. It just added to his legend. He was known to "throw a rager" at least once a month at his house. The place was tiny, a small two bed ranch, but he would pack 40 or more people in with a keg like it was Saturday night a Phi Sig. It was considered a great honor to "get the invite", and sure enough that Friday as he walked in he came straight to my chair, and ask me what I was doing that evening.

I wanted to sound cool. I was sort of desperate to have him like me. I sat up a bit, looking down on him from my guard stand.

"Not sure yet." I said. Trying to hold my face straight. My nipples were erect, and I could feel the poking out from my bikini top. He was looking at them. I could feel it, even though behind his glasses it was harder to tell, and I was leaning over him, putting them nearly in his face to enjoy.

"Party at my house, be there by 9", he gave me his address.

I couldn't help smiling. He gave me what felt like a wink, even though he was wearing his shades, and disappeared off into the club. We usually closed up around 7pm, with the doors shutting at 8. That night the members were all gone by 7:30, and Steve headed out the door nearly behind them. I was grabbing towels for the wash, and cleaning up chairs, and getting annoyed he could leave when he wanted to, even the the rest of us had to stay to 8, no matter what.

I was more than pleasantly surprised when he came back in carrying a book bag, and started handing out a beer to everyone. I wasn't much of a drinker then, and had only been to one party, the night of Prom. Just a few weeks earlier. That night I had nursed the same beer until we left, and had only really taken 3 sips. I didn't really love it, but I did kinda like how it felt to hold, and to look like I was drinking. Made me feel older, cooler somehow.

I stood hold the beer a moment trying to determine how to open it. Tommy, one of the other lifeguards saw me struggling and popped the top using his cigarette lighter. I wasn't sure I liked Tommy. He had a bad reputation at school, and at 18 already had several tattoos. I found out later he was an artist and had done several himself, the rest were his brother's work who was also an artist. The club made him keep his white tee-shirt on when members were around. He was a little shorter than me, but hand a nice body with an odd face. He remind me a little of a wooden puppet, and secretly I had called him Pinocchio for years. But he was being sweet to me now, and even "cheers"'d me with his bottle after he opened mine.

Steve stood in the middle and called a quick impromptu meeting. All the other staff had left around 7. Only maintenance, the cleaning crew and lifeguards stayed.

"Here's to a great first week of summer" Steve said, as a toast. Everyone drank. Steve chugged his beer, casually flipped the bottle into a garbage can. and then, "Alright ya'll, my house, 9 o'clock, bring a friend"

As people were starting to leave, I carefully disposed of my still mostly full bottle. I was terrified to "drive drunk" anyway, and had only just gotten my car. I left shortly thereafter, and spent nearly an hour figuring out what to wear. I decided on a short black mini skirt that just barely covered my ass, and a white knit sleeveless crop top, that had a high neck, with a zipper right down the middle. I put on a red thong underneath. I put the outfit in my bag, and drove to Stacey's house, getting there just before 9. We had agreed to go together, and she promised me I could change. I had thrown on jeans and tee shirt to get passed my mom, and changed quickly in her bedroom before leaving.

She gave me a quick once over and nodded in approval.

"Soo?" she inquired, "Who do you have your eye on?"

I laughed a little uncomfortably. She was terrible driver, but older, and her daddy had bought her a Mercedes, which beat my LeBaron any day.

"Oh, I don't know." I said shyly "They are all pretty cute"

She started describing each and there positives and negatives, who she thought probably had the biggest and the smallest, I let her talk. We hadn't really be friend in school, but we knew each other and were friendly. Which meant apparently now I was her best friend, which I wasn't upset with at the time.

When we got to the party we were told to go around back, because it was already to crowded inside. The place was literally packed and no really way to get through the front. In the backyard there was a BBQ going, and there was an above ground pool, with several people in it. There was a keg next to the BBQ and Steve was pouring himself a beer and talking to people. Music blared, people were making a ton of noise. The odd thing was Steve lived literally out in the middle of nowhere. His house was on a farm, but he didn't own the farm, and the farmers house was several acres away. Steve's house was in a little patch of woods, off a creek, down a long dirt road. When you got to the main road and drove back towards town it felt like you were leaving another world, even though it was literally only 3 miles from my house.

Steve saw us both and smiled. He handed us both a red solo cup full of beer and made the crowd give way to let us in. The rest of the life guards were inside, and were all hanging out in the kitchen, and a huge poker table. People were packed into the front from, and down the hall, and into the bedrooms and bathroom. But because of the size of the poker table there wasn't much room to move round unless you were sitting around the table or standing by the stove. We hung out for a while. I stayed near Stacey most of the night. Between the music blaring and people talking it was hard to hear anyone, and I was carefully trying not to spill my still nearly full beer.

Around midnight a lot of the crowd filtered out, and it turned out that nearly everyone had to work the following day, other than Steve, the other two "lifers" Joanne, and Ryan, Tommy and me. Everyone else had Monday off instead, and the club only opened at noon on Sunday, and closed at 6pm. I didn't realize my schedule was different than Stacey's.

She was getting ready to leave herself around 12:30, and I was ready to go with her, but Tommy came up and told me to stay, and Steve, Ryan and Joanne all insisted. I had never had a group, never been allowed to party, never really been on the in crowd. It felt nice, and I wanted very much to be part of the crowd. Tommy promised Stacey he would take me back to her house in an hour, and she relented after I told her I would be fine.

10 minutes later the music was turned down, the lights in the rest of the house were off, and it was just the 5 of us sitting around the poker table. Steve saw my nearly full beer, offer me a drink instead.

"Try this" he offered. He poured a cranberry juice and put a shot of vodka in it and offered it too me.

I wanted to decline, but also, didn't, and took the tumbler and gave it a sip. It was nice, I didn't drink much juice as a child, but I liked it, and smiled, and took a bigger sip. It made me feel all warm inside, and for the first time all night I realized my brain wasn't racing, or yelling at me. Another sip and I started to relax.

"Do you play?" It was Tommy asking.

"Huh?" I hadn't been listening

"Poker. Do you play?"

"Oh! I said. Yes. I Play!"

Rounders had become popular that year, and everyone was playing Texas Hold'em. My brother and Uncle both taught me to play, and it turned out I was quite good at the game. Especially when it came to bluffing. I had had a lot of practice at lying to my parents and such. It came in handy for poker.

Steve was dealing, and everyone was looking at their hole cards as they were dealt. He had a well practice shuffle and deal.

"Wait," I said, "What are the stakes? What are we playing for?"

"Oh," said Tommy, "Its Strip Poker!"

I flushed a little. And started to feel a bit uneasy. I was the youngest here. Tommy was a month older, and Ryan and Joanne were both 19. I took a sip from the Cranberry, and nodded.

"Okay", I said, looking at my cards, "In that case I'm in"

I had a 2 and 3, the Flop was no help, but I didn't want to seem "uncool". And I kinda wanted to see all of them naked.

Joanne and Ryan folded on the turn card, and on the river I caught an inside straight. Tommy and Steve both took off their shirts.

I won the next 3 hands in a row. Tommy and Ryan were down to just their boxers, having just pulled down their shorts. Steve had folded the last two hands, and was now taking off his shirt and Joanne was in her panties and a bra. I was still dressed. Smiling, enjoying watching them all strip for me. Joanne had a solid D rack, and I was dying to see what her breasts looked like outside her bra. I caught myself staring a few times catching a glimpse of an edge of an areolae peeking from out of her bra on the last round.

She was reaching behind her to undo the clasp, and suddenly all the boys attention was on her. I couldn't blame them, I was also gawking. Her breast were perfect. She was polish and had only been in the US for 10 years, she had been ahead of me in school, and her brother Andrew was in my grade. She had perfect proportions, 36-26-36 and the thong she was wearing accentuated those curves well. She was nearly my height at 5'8, but the shortest in the room. Tommy was 5'11 and Ryan was 6'1.

We stopped a few moment to admire, but then it was my turn to deal. I shuffled the cards nimbly, not quite like Steve, but not fumbled like I had feared. I dealt out the cards and then the flop. And finished my Cranberry Vodka. Steve smiled when he saw me finish it, and immediately made me another. And without thinking I took another large sip.

I was relaxed and studying the rest of them before peeking at my cards. Aces. Hearts and Spades. I tried to look disappointed and a bit nervous. Everyone else was looking at Joanne.

"So what happens when you lose all your clothes?" I asked, sort of to no one.

They all laughed.

"You get one chance to win something back, but if you lose you have to put up a favor and then your out" said Ryan

"A favor? What does that mean?" I asked.

"It can be anything, but you have to name it before you play, and you can't fold if you ante. So you can fold on the deal only, your bet is your favor. So like wash your cars, or suck your dicks, or whatever your want, but once you say it you gotta do it"

"Oh" I said. "Okay"

I took another sip. My brain had be quiet. I was enjoying the show. I was looking forward to seeing Ryan and Tommy strip on the next hand. I wound up with nothing by the river, and end up having to choose between my shirt and my skirt. I felt a little embarrassed about my smaller rack. I knew I wasn't drawing any looks that way, so I stood up, unzipped and dropped my mini skirt onto the floor, and the turned to bend over and pick it up, letting them all get a good look at my ass, and my thong, before picking up my skirt and setting in in the middle of the table. As I sat back down, all the eyes were on me, and it made me feel all warm inside.

I realized I wasn't paying much attention to my cards now, and on the next hand lost again, along with Ryan. He pulled down his boxers to reveal a nice looking dick, it was not hard, but it hung nicely, and he had a muscular physique. He was the first boy I had see who was trimmed down there, with barely any pubes. I would find out that night that the other boys there did the same.

I wasn't nervous when I took off my shirt. I pulled the zipper down slowly, excitedly. I think they many have thought I had a bra on, but were all quite pleased to see my perky C cups flop out nicely as I unzipped the crop top. My nipples were erect, and my pussy was making a puddle on the wooden chair.

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