Alright, guys, who's ready for a little lifeguard-ward?

This story was my entry for the Bodice Rippers Contest (Won the First Timer's award!). I decided to make it into a full-length fic instead of a one-shot :)

Chapter two will be posted this weekend. I'll do my best to get chapters out weekly, but I can't promise a perfect posting schedule because I am working on another bigger project as well (I will hopefully be able to self-publish that one this year).

Hope you enjoy Adult Swim!

BPOV

Dear mother of God, it's sweltering.

Hotter than hades, spicier than a Hot Cheeto doused in Sriracha.

And it's not just because the temperature passed the point of boiling on this late-July afternoon.

Nope. The one-hundred-one degree heat I can handle.

It's the bronze-haired God flexing on the lifeguard bench across the pool that's my undoing.

I snort-laugh and roll my eyes. As if Edward Cullen even remembers me. The last time we spoke, I was a skinny fifteen-year-old padding my A-cup bra. I was a late bloomer, don't judge.

His sister was my joined-at-the-hip best-friend-forever through high school, but now we're juniors in college, and Alice is galivanting through Rome on some study abroad program. I'm not jealous. Nope, not at all.

The timer on my phone rings, letting me know it's time to rotate sides. I try to climb off my lounge chair as gracefully as possible, but my foot catches on the strap of my pool bag, and I come close to face planting. I glance up, horrified that Edward may have caught my clumsy display. He's got his whistle hanging from his mouth as he watches a couple of kids horse around in the shallow end.

Oh dear lord, I want to be that whistle.

A moan slips out of me as I imagine all the dirty things he could do to me with those pouty lips. A mom spray painting her six-year-old with sunscreen gives me a concerned look.

"Sorry," I mutter, pulling my own sunscreen out of my bag and slathering it on.

I've got white streaks everywhere from the sun tan lotion, but it's not super noticeable. On a good day, my complexion gives Snow White a run for her money.

I lie back down, my ass pointed toward Edward. I don't know if he's a boob man or an ass man, but I'll try anything to get him to look in my direction. Of course, that also means untying the strings of my bikini top while I lie on my stomach. I mean, I wouldn't want tan lines. Not that I get tan lines. In my case, it would be burn lines.

I peek over my shoulder to see if I've caught his attention, but I can't tell where he's looking from behind his shades.

Tanya Denali waltzes over to him with her tits pushed up to her chin in her Victoria's Secret push-up top. She's proud of her boobs which grew two cup sizes after she got knocked up senior year. Edward grins at her, then points to where her kid is trying to shoot a little girl in the face with a squirt gun. Tanya runs off, and Edward puts that whistle back in his mouth. Why is he so fucktacularly sexy?

My phone chimes with a text, and I spend a good minute digging through my bag trying to find it.

Rose. I grimace. I already know what she's gonna say.

Stop ogling him. I can smell your desperation from here.- R

I stick my tongue out toward the aquatic center's lap pool, where she's taking a break from teaching kindergarteners how to swim.

Super mature, Bella. You'd get along well with my swimmers.-R

Leave me alone. I'm trying to tan.-B

Bull shit. You're trying to get Edward Cullen to check out your ass.-R

Whatever.-B

Just go talk to him! Ask him what he's been up to. He's in medical school now, right? That's your ice breaker! You want to be a physical therapist. He wants to be an MD!-R

Rose, I can't just go up there. Seriously, I don't think he remembers me from high school!-B

LOL, bitch, I can guarantee he remembers Alice's friend who used to follow him around with puppy dog eyes. What was it he used to call you?-R

Nope. Shut up.-B

OMG, that's right! His little stalker!-R

She's laughing so hard I can hear it from where I'm "tanning." I flip her off and silence my phone before dropping it back into my bag.

So sue me. Maybe I was a little overzealously infatuated with Edward back when. But you don't understand. He was perfect.

When the Cullens moved to Forks, I was twelve. My parents forced me out of the house for the neighborhood's fourth of July block party. Being a moody pre-teen, I complained the whole time. All I wanted to do was return to my room and finish re-reading my favorite fantasy novel.

Then I saw him.

He was playing basketball with Mike Newton and Emmett McCarty. He reached up to shoot a three-pointer. My breath caught at the smile that lit up his face when the ball sunk through the net.

I'll never forget the way he tugged his fingers through his hair as his green eyes met mine.

Later that night, on the phone, I swore to Rose we had a moment, and someday I would marry him.

"Walk!" A whistle blows, making me snap my head up.

Edward lifts his sunglasses and points at a couple of middle schoolers, letting them know he's watching their shenanigans. Before he slides the glasses back down, his eyes flicker across the pool, and his gaze locks on me.

Well, in my mind, it locks on my ass. He drops the glasses into place before I can discern whether or not I'm the focal point of his attention.

My heart beats faster as I lay back down. Now I'm overly heated and uncomfortable. I'm going to have to get in the water because if I don't, I'm gonna die from heat stroke.

I twist my arms behind my back super awkwardly, trying to re-tie the bikini strings I just untied. The sunscreen mom takes pity on me and asks if I need help. I scowl when she tells me about her "back-then" days in which she and her friends used to try and get the cute lifeguard's attention.

What does she know? She's probably like thirty-five. They didn't even have Snap Chat in her day. I'm being way too saucy. Girl totally called me out.

I scan the pool to determine my best course of action. In a perfect world, I'd dive in the deep end a-la some eighties movie where you know who the hot girl is because she can do a perfect dive. Diving was a super popular sport back then, I guess?

I can't dive, so I default to walking down the stairs past a couple of rowdy toddlers. One smacks me in the boob with a water toy. Nice.

I step-swim toward the deep end, my eyes avoiding the lifeguard stand. I've gotta play it cool. And for sure, the coolest thing I can do is hang out along the side of the pool while I prop my arms on the wall and kick my feet in the water. I pick the side closest to the lifeguard stand and place my elbows on the concrete.

"Oh, shit! That's freaking burning!" I yelp as the hot cement singes off a couple layers of skin.

A light chuckle comes from my right, and I drag my gaze up in awe. Edward Cullen is laughing and looking right at me!

"Yeah, it's a little warm out today." He grins, and I can't think of anything but how pretty our babies will be.

"Uh, one-oh-one, I heard." Smooth. Talking about the weather is the fastest way to keep a conversation flowing. I internally kick myself.

"Get this, in Phoenix it's one-seventeen."

"Holy shit! How do people live in that heat?" I'm honestly appalled.

"I know. That's why I come home from Arizona over the summer." Edward pauses to tell some kid not to jump into the shallow end.

"So, um, you're in medical school, right? The University of Arizona?"

"Yep. My dad is forcing me to follow in his footsteps."

I frown at him. "I thought you wanted to be a doctor. Your dad doesn't seem like the type to force you." I can't picture mild-mannered ER physician, Dr. Cullen, laying down the law. He's like the epitome of a supportive parent.

"Relax, Bella. I'm kidding!"

"Oh! Okay. Yeah, I was confused."

"I could tell."

"Hey, you remember me?" I've got these butterflies dancing in my stomach and I'm twelve all over again.

"You thought I'd forgotten you?" He raises his sunglasses to check me out. "I mean, you've, uh…" he clears his throat, "grown up."

"That happens." I push my chest out, confident about my, depending on the brand, C-cups.

"Yeah, it does…" he says, trailing off as his eyes laser in on my cleavage.

"Hey, Cullen! You're on water slide duty for the rest of the day!" Some asshole in a blue polo comes up and breaks apart our flirting.

"Sorry, Bella. I gotta-" he hikes a thumb over his shoulder. "But maybe we can catch up sometime?"

"Sure!"

"I'll call you."

"You better!" I wink and shoot a finger gun in his direction. What? Why the hell did I just do that?

He chuckles, walking backward, and my heart melts a little bit when he gives me a wink and a finger gun in return.

A shrill whistle breaks me from my daze as the new lifeguard calls, "Adult swim!"

oOo

"But then- but then- he did it right back!"

I'm re-capping my run-in with Edward for Rose as she packs up her stuff at the end of her shift.

"See, I told you, just talk to him. It's not like he's gonna bite you." She rolls her eyes and flings her backpack over her shoulder. "So, you doing anything tonight?"

"Eh, probably sitting at home binge-watching chick flicks," I say, commiserating over my uber lame social calendar.

"I'd offer to keep you company, but Emmett's got the night off and, you know…." She clicks her tongue, and I make a gagging noise because I don't want to know. "Oh, shut up! The center closed at six," she says, checking her watch. "Why don't you wait for Edward. He usually showers before he leaves. Maybe you guys can catch dinner or something."

"You don't think that's too stalker-like?"

"Bella, he checked you out earlier and said he wants to meet up. Not stalker-like at all."

I bite my lip, considering as I follow her out of the women's locker room.

"See, just wait here." She points to a bench between the two locker room exits. "He'll probably be out soon. Oh, and tomorrow, I want all the juicy details."

I bid Rose good night with a wave then take a seat and start flipping through my phone.

"Cullen, don't forget to lock up!" Blue polo shirt guy calls as he walks out of the men's locker room. "Oh, hey." He stops short when he sees me.

"Uh, hi. I'm waiting for Edward," I mumble. My cheeks are getting warm. Maybe my flushed skin can pass as a sunburn.

"Oh, yeah. Edward's chick from earlier. Cool, cool. Just remind him to lock up when he leaves."

I nod, and blue shirt guy walks off, strolling through the gate. I realize there's no one left in the aquatic center but Edward and me. I scroll through my phone again and like an Instagram picture Alice posted from the Colosseum.

A groan echoes off the walls in the men's locker room. I snap my head up and look around, like I'm going to find the source of the noise sitting in front of me.

"Oh, God!"

I realize the groaning voice belongs to Edward. Shit, maybe he's hurt?

Standing, I creep closer, wondering if he needs some sort of help. He could be injured. Maybe he slipped on wet tile. Didn't Rose say he showers after work? Maybe his soap made everything slick.

Damnit, now I'm picturing Edward in the shower all soaped up and slippery.

"Fuck!" He's louder now, and I move forward without really thinking through my plan. All I know is he needs help, and I'm the only one around to give it.

"Edward?" I call, tentatively turning the corner to enter the men's locker room.

"Oh, God! Bella, yes!"

I follow his voice past the lockers. I can hear the shower running and my heart is thudding in my chest. I'm worried both about him being hurt and how hard it's gonna be for me to keep my eyes off the goods if he's fallen naked in the shower.

The place hasn't been remodeled since sometime in the nineties, and it still has those open shower stalls, so once I make it past the tile wall I've got a clear view. I rush forward and freeze, gawking at the scene playing out before me. I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not having some spectacularly fuck awesome dream. Because if I am I do not want to wake up.

Edward is in the shower.

Edward is most definitely naked.

Edward is most definitely not injured.

His long fingers are wrapped around his even longer dick. It's standing at attention, and he's stroking it, pleasuring himself. His face scrunches in a way that almost looks like he's in pain, but his chest heaves and his hips buck, telling me he's experiencing a ton of pleasure.

Even though I know I need to, I can't rip my gaze away. He's jacking off, it's supposed to be a private moment, and he has no idea I'm standing here watching him.

Stalker much?

"Oh, fuck! Bella!" He's twisting his palm over the head of his cock, and he's calling out my name.

Hold up. Edward Cullen is thinking about me while he polishes the pole?

Holy crap!

I'm getting an idea. I might be too chicken shit to see it through, but when the hell will I be in a situation like this again? I want to pleasure Edward. I've wanted to pleasure Edward since Rose told Alice and me all about hand jobs in eighth grade.

I clear my throat. Edward's hand pauses its motion, and his eyes slowly open. He freezes for a second- he has to process that real-me is standing in front of him when fantasy-me was just doing all sorts of naughty things to his dick.

"Oh, God, no! Bel-la!" He chokes out and turns, so he's facing the wall. "What are you doing in here?" His voice is strained, full of embarrassment.

"Well, uh…" Now I don't feel so brave, and I'm second-guessing offering him help. But if I don't, I know I'm not gonna get another chance with him. I mean how awkward will it be if I just walk out, and we have to pretend I never caught him choking the chicken. So, all breathy-like I say, "I was wondering if you needed a hand?"

"A-a hand? Are you serious?" He glances over his shoulder. His hands are now cupped around his junk, shielding it from view.

I lick my lips and step forward. I'm only wearing my bikini and cutoff shorts, so I reach back and pull at the strings of my top, letting it fall to the floor as I approach.

"Holy shit!" His eyes beeline to my tits. They jiggle a little as I walk, and I get the feeling he likes that because he's forgotten about covering up, and now I can see his dick growing.

"Can I touch?" I ask as soon as I'm standing in front of him. He nods, looking kind of dumbstruck.

I start innocent enough, reaching up and placing my palm flat against his pec. This makes him flex and me hum in appreciation. Astounded by the hard planes of his body, I trace my fingers down his washboard abs and follow the V of his hips to the glory land.

"Is this okay?" I wrap my hand around his shaft and gently tug, trying to follow the rhythm he had going a few minutes before.

"Yes, so fucking okay," he groans.

He starts thrusting his hips into my fist, and now I'm thinking about what it would be like to have him thrust into other body parts. My bikini bottoms are drenched, and it's not from swimming.

I've got a sudden urge to taste him. So I get up on my toes and whisper in his ear, "Edward, can I lick you?"

"L-like my neck?" He asks through a grunt.

"Like your cock," I say and gently bite his earlobe. The moan I get in return makes me smile.

"Yes!" He cries, and I sink down to my knees while he presses his back against the tiled wall. We've forgotten about the running water of the shower next to us.

A little precum is leaking from his tip, so I lean in and lick it off. He threads his hands through my hair as I moan in approval at his taste. I want more, so I take him into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks as I start bobbing up and down.

"Holy fuck!" He cries and I pick up speed. He's hitting the back of my throat so I'm gagging just a little, but I'm doing my best to keep it under control. I want him to enjoy himself. I want to see him cum and know that I'm the one that made him lose control.

"B-Bella. You gotta move!" He's close and he's tugging on my hair, trying to get me to back up. Instead, I pick up my pace and cup his balls in my hand. Just like I expected, the move is too much. He can't hold back anymore and he's a goner. His cries echo off the walls as he shoots thick streams of cum down my throat. I take it all, giddy with excitement at my accomplishment.

I pop off him and stand up. He's leaning against the tile, looking toward the ceiling. He won't make eye contact, and now I'm worried I've done something wrong.

"I, uh- I hope that was okay?"

"You hope that was okay?" He laughs and finally looks at me. "God, Bella. That was the most amazing blow job I've ever gotten, and you're wondering if it was okay?"

"So you liked it?"

"I fucking loved it," he growls, pushing off the wall, towering over me. "But I only think it's fair that I get to return the favor."

"You want to- oh!" I realize what he wants to do when he flips open the button on my shorts and starts tugging my remaining clothes off my body. We switch places as he pins me against the wall and kneels in front of me.

"Tell me what you like, okay?" He moves in quick, forcing me to widen my legs before running a finger down my center. I don't have a lot of experience with guys being upfront and personal down there, but I'm not about to stop him.

He pushes one finger inside me and then brings it back out to circle my clit. I groan at the sensation, knowing he's just getting started. His tongue takes the place of his finger, stroking the little bundle of nerves, and I think I've died and gone to heaven.

"Yes! Edward, like that!"

His tongue picks up speed as he adds his finger back into the mix. The long digit enters me and curls upward, putting a delectable pressure on that hidden spot inside me. I'm calling out thanks to God and slamming my hand against the tile as my legs start to shake.

"Please! Please!" I don't even know what I'm begging for- I just need him to give it to me.

Seeming to know exactly what I want, he adds a second finger and sucks my clit into his mouth simultaneously.

I see stars, the sun, the moon, and the freaking galaxy.

When I come back down, I'm tugging on his hair and holding him to my center while he laps at me, letting me ride the wave of my orgasm.

"Good fucking God!" I'm gasping for breath, pretty sure I've never had an orgasm that strong.

"So you liked it?" He winks at me. I don't answer. He damn well knows how awesome that was.

"Sorry I interrupted your shower." I wave to the stream of water that by now has got to be ice cold.

"If you're gonna interrupt my shower like that, you can literally interrupt every single one I take," he laughs.

"So, um…" I slip my bikini bottoms back on and grab my top. My denim shorts are soaked, so I just hold them.

"You know I was going to call you tonight, see if you wanted to go to dinner." He says, wrapping a towel around his waist.

"I guess we kinda skipped the dinner part."

"Can I make it up to you? You hungry?"

"Like now? You want to take me to dinner, now?"

"Unless you don't want to go." His frown is all wrong.

"No- I mean, yes! I mean, please, for the love of God, take me to dinner before I say something else stupid!"

He lets out a belly laugh that makes me grin and giggle. Oh God, I'm so lost for this guy.

"Come on, little stalker. Let's feed you."

I hide my head in my hands, embarrassed. "You remember that! I'm so sorry I was such a creep!"

"No, Bella," He says, coming over and pulling my hands from my face. "I knew you had a crush on me. I only teased you because- well, I had a crush on you too."

"What? But I thought-"

"You were younger, and Alice's friend, so I never did anything about it. But, yeah, I kind of stalked you too."

I gawk at him, my mind playing through all the time we'd wasted, all the moments we could have shared. All the orgasms we'd missed out on. We had a whole hell of a lot of missed time to make up for.

"So, are you super hungry right now?" I ask, toying with the side of my bottoms.

"Why?" His eyes narrow into slits as he appraised me.

"Because I think someone called adult swim, and I don't know about you, but I need to cool down!"

I dart off, pulling the sides of my swimsuit as I run toward the pool. Behind me, I hear Edward's towel hit the floor.

A/N:

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