I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 1 - Sex Stories

I'd Never View it as Cheating--Part 1

... the second. Closing my eyes for a minute brought me back almost twenty-five years. CHAPTER 1 Starting at the very beginning I allowed my tale to slowly unfold. “I had just graduated from college. Initially, I thought I’d become a doctor, but I learned pretty quickly that I didn’t have the self-discipline to do all that studying. I changed after first semester of my sophomore year, opting instead to study education. I had three younger sisters I often helped with their schoolwork and I had enjoyed working with some of the young kids at a junior high as a volunteer tutor while in college. “My summer job kept me on the beach as a lifeguard for the State Park Commission. It was a relatively easy job and one I enjoyed a lot more than working for my dad as a part-time plumber’s helper. I knew that being a plumber was a good-paying job, but I hated it. I liked the men who worked for Dad, but the work was always dirty and much worse when I had to work on someone’s sewer problem—something my dad always seemed to find for me. The beach was clean and I had gained some important people skills I’d find useful in my teaching career. “There were preliminary interviews in the placement office at school and I’d been invited to a formal interview at a high school near my family’s home during spring break. No Florida vacation for me; I’d be working in the plumbing business the entire time except for the day of my interview. It was also the day I was hired for my first professional position. ...

... “Once I had graduated I returned home to the plumbing business until the park was officially opened for swimming. I’d had a good summer right up until the last week of August when I had to attend three days of new teacher orientation. Most of it was just as boring as I had imagined, but on Friday they took us by school bus to a county park where we were treated to a party and picnic on the beach. That’s where I first met Lizzie. She was a second-year teacher who had been enlisted to help out at the party. We played horseshoes and even swam in the ocean together. Of course, I made sure she was safe the entire time. I’m sure you know how dangerous the ocean can be around here. “Lizzie had asked me about my swim suit. ‘That’s kind of a funny looking suit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.’ “’That’s probably true,’ I told her. ‘ You can’t buy a suit like this in a store. I get two of them free every year.’ I explained that I was a lifeguard and that this was the official New York State suit—navy blue with a wide gold band on each side. Those suits were almost skin-tight, made by Ocean Champion—a company that’s out of business now. Think Speedo, but not as skimpy. A tight suit is more important than you might think. First, you can swim faster—there’s less drag through the water. Second, there’s less for a drowning victim to grab on to. Yes,” I continued, “I had to jump in for a rescue more than a dozen times that year. “Lizzie was a social studies teacher at the same ...