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“Is it hot out here, or is it just you,” Wei Ying drawled in what he must assume to be a sexy voice. Lan Zhan, for her response, didn't even look at him. This twink had been shamelessly flirting with her since the first day she started part timing at Yunmeng public pool. Wei Ying spent more time leaning on her lifeguard stand than he did anywhere else in the vicinity, spouting pickup line after pickup line in a flagrant attempt at wooing her. Unfortunately for Lan Zhan, it was working. This stupid boy, with his toothy grin and horrible jokes, had been a recurring plague on her psyche. Every prod and poke and jive filled her with a desire unlike she'd ever experienced. It was truly unfair, how she longed to shut him up, to make him choke on her cock until he cried. How dare he.
“Can you save me, my dear lifeguard, from drowning further into your beauty and grace?” At first, some of the pick up lines might have been clever, even charming. However, as time progressed and Lan Zhan continued to ignore his advances, Wei Ying's efforts became progressively more unhinged.
“Are you a lifeguard because you look like you can save me from falling into this pool of love?” It didn't even deserve acknowledgement.
“Er-jiejie, if thick thighs save lives then you must be the lifeguard. ;)”
“Wei Ying, I am the lifeguard.” Lan Zhan barely suppressed an eye roll.
“Lan Zhan,” followed by a snicker that told Lan Zhan whatever followed would be particularly horrible. “Call me the shallow end, cuz I want you to put your kids in me.”
Lan Zhan's ears immediately burned, desire and indignation battling for the rights to her expression. “Wei Ying,” She growled, leaning over her chair despite herself. “There are children here.”
Wei Ying cackled, much too happy to have elicited such a reaction. “Lan Zhan ah, don't you see how this is the perfect setting then!”
“Shameless!” Lan Zhan wanted to wreck him.
***
“Wouldn’t you save me if I drowned er-jiejie? What if I need mouth to mouth resuscitation? Would you really be so cruel?”
Lan Zhan was losing patience. Just the thought of mouth to mouth with Wei Ying made her cock swell uncomfortably in her shorts. She pointedly did not answer the question, pretending to scan the pool area for any unsuspecting lifeguard duties. (There were none. There wasn't even anyone in the pool, on this boring Tuesday morning. Except for Wei Ying, who had been coming here every day since the beginning of the summer. Did he not have a job? Or school?)
“Er-jiejie is so cruel, ignoring me like this,” Wei Ying lamented in exaggerated woe. Lan Zhan wished she could ignore him, that he didn't encompass her every waking (and unwaking) thought. He really was infectious. His impish grin, his eyes that danced with mischief, his luscious, unruly hair that begged to be tangled in her fingers and pulled. His lips, so plump and soft looking. How she wanted to see them wrapped around her cock, to smear them with cum and make sure he swallowed. To bruise his soft palate and push into his throat. He would like it, too, throwing himself at her every day.
He somehow figured out and memorized Lan Zhan’s schedule. 8 am, bright and early, Lan Zhan would open the pool, clean anything that accumulated on the water overnight, sweep the yard, wipe down the tables and chairs, and set up her stand. Then, at 9 o'clock exactly, she would open the doors to reveal Wei Ying, smiling toothily at her and wearing the most scandalous swim shorts. They were tight and bright red, hugging his voluptuous ass like they were painted on. Lan Zhan often dreamed about those shorts.
Wei Ying then spent the next several hours teasing Lan Zhan, and making up any excuse under the sun to get her in the water.
“Lan Zhan, look at this!” He would shout, before doing a backflip off the diving board. She would have been impressed, if he wasn’t so insufferable.
“Er-jiejie,” Leaning on her platform and looking up at her through his lashes, he would ask - “Won’t you swim with me?” Every time, Lan Zhan would ignore him, inwardly seething through her ever growing desire.
A splash tore her from her horny thoughts, followed by spluttering. Lan Zhan was out of her chair and in the pool before she really had time to assess the situation. Wei Ying floundered in the water, face bobbing under the surface with wet gasps. Lan Zhan reached him in record time, bodily hauling him up and out of the water and dragging him onto the side of the pool. He appeared to be unconscious, so she quickly laid him on his back, tipping his chin up and pinching his nose. With one swift breath, she pressed her lips against his and blew into his mouth.
It didn't occur to her until that moment that Wei Ying was an excellent swimmer, and would never be caught drowning in the shallow end of a public pool. Which is why when she pulled away to take in another breath, she found him grinning at her like he'd never been happier in his life.
Lan Zhan flushed a deep red, pushing herself away from him and landing on her ass. “Wei Ying!” She gasped, flustered and insulted and embarrassed and painfully hard.
“Do you believe in love at first CPR, or should I drown myself again?”
Lan Zhan stood up with as much dignity as she could manage, fists balled tight enough to dig her nails into her palms. Her mind couldn't even form a coherent thought, too full of the feeling of Wei Ying’s lips against her own, and his stupid, insufferable grin. He was laughing, and it only served to fuel the fire in her face (and shorts).
“Haha er-jiejie! won’t you let me blow life into you -” He cut off with a strangled gasp as Lan Zhan hauled him up by the back of his neck, dragging him towards the pool house with single-minded focus.
“Hey! I was only playing around! Lan Zhan!” She barely heard him over the thunder in her ears, wrenching the door open with enough force to break the handle. Once inside, she threw him into the tiled floor.
“Kneel.” She growled. Wei Ying's eyes widened, and he scrambled to do just that, hands fisted on his swim trunks, expectant and visibly hard. Lan Zhan made quick work of the ties on her swim shorts, freeing her aching dick from its confinement. It dribbled precum onto her stomach, the slick head purple and throbbing. Wei Ying stared, wide eyed in disbelief.
“Lan Zhan aha, of course er-jiejie is so well endowed,” he laughed nervously. “How could that possibly fit?”
“Wei Ying will take it.” She stated, imperiously, taking a hold of his dripping ponytail and dragging his face forward. Wei Ying's eyes rolled back as he let out a wanton moan. Still, he eagerly opened his mouth, tongue reaching out to lap at the precum dripping from her swollen cock. He swallowed the tip effortlessly, like his mouth was made for this, for her. Immediately, Lan Zhan sighed, almost in relief. His mouth was warm and wet and tight, enveloping her cock in blinding pleasure. She couldn’t help but gasp with it, groaning a soft “Wei Ying…” that only encouraged him to take her in deeper. All her fantasies could never come close to this, to the glorious feeling of Wei Ying, real and here and taking her cock as far as it would go, throat vibrating with unconscious moans.
Just when Lan Zhan thought it couldn’t get any better, Wei Ying started bobbing his head. The motion wrenched a deep, almost sobbing sound from her lips, and she tightened the fist in his hair. She used the leverage to start fucking his face in earnest, rolling her hips in fluid stokes that pushed her cock impossibly deeper into his throat. Wei Ying gagged reflexively, but made no motion to pull away, taking the struggle as a challenge. He purposefully relaxed his throat, dragging his eyes from Lan Zhan’s taught stomach to gaze up at her through his lashes. Lan Zhan almost came right there.
Wei Ying’s eyes were glazed over, teary and soft and completely blissed out in the moment. He was beautiful. Lan Zhan wanted all of him. Wanted him everyday, like this and in every other way possible. She wanted to take him in every sense of the word. To claim him and care for him and love him and fuck him full and aching.
Lan Zhan was coming before she realized, spilling deep into his throat. Wei Ying did a valiant effort to swallow, but rivelets still slipped past his lips and dripped down the expanse of his outstretched neck. Wei Ying licked what he could off his lips, scooping the rest with his fingers and sucking them clean. All the while, his gaze never left her’s. The image seared itself into Lan Zhan’s mind.
“Er-jiejie,” He grinned. “Are you CPR? Because I'm not going to stop doing you until EMS arrives.”
Lan Zhan huffed a laugh. She loved him so much.
***
The next time Wei Ying visited Lan Zhan at the pool, with an official claim mark on his neck, he was proudly wearing a t-shirt that read - Save a Whistle, Blow a Lifeguard!