That evening, when Jules got back to her house, she took a shower, shaved everything. It made her feel so sexy to have a smooth pussy and asshole. She dressed in only a silky house robe and sat on her couch, trying to read for one of her classes until it was time for him to come over.

But she couldn’t concentrate. She wanted to see him again. She wanted to touch him, to feel him.

She tried to consider when her attraction to Ben had begun.

When she first hired Ben over a year ago, she wasn’t sure if she would like him. He was cute, in the traditional sense, with green eyes and clean-cut brown hair. And he was muscular. It was obvious he had been working out for years, after playing football in high school. He obviously got a lot of attention from ladies, which, in Jules’s experience, made a guy arrogant and sometimes even disrespectful to women. But Ben was respectful, professional, and a hard worker.

She thought at first it was just an act, but his character never strayed. He always did his work and he even kept the other lifeguards in line most of the time. She had overheard several of the girls who worked at the pool talking about having crushes on him, but none seemed to have success in getting his attention. Jules liked that about him.

He seemed to be focused and driven, someone who wasn’t distracted easily. He came to work on time, did his job, and got his paycheck. He was just working there to help get him through college, and then he was going to be an engineer. Even though he was a similar age of most of the year-round lifeguards, most of whom attended the local university, Ben was more serious. Jules thought that he was, quite simply, more mature.

It was his maturity that had first gotten her attention.