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She certainly attracted attention.  Her face was made-up to look hard but, despite her best efforts, was softly gentle.  Her body was well built, but tall enough to carry it without looking overweight.  She worked in a shop which specialised in punk type clothing and was dressed accordingly.  Her outfit consisted of a pair of heavy “biker” boots with large buckles, thin black over-the-knee socks, a wrap-around tartan mini-skirt which finished a few inches short of the socks and a sheer black top, adorned with safety pins, over a strappy black vest.  Her make up was very dark around the eyes and she wore her shoulder length curly brown hair in two pigtails.  All in all, she looked like a punk parody of Britney Spears.

It was just after 6pm on a Saturday evening at the beginning of September and she was hurrying home from work to prepare for a night out.  To save time, she cut through the park.  She had passed the children’s play area , subconsciously registering surprise that there was no one around, and was heading towards the boating lake when she saw Graham the Geek.  She knew Graham, as they had both just started their second year at 6th form college, but couldn’t recall ever having spoken to him.  He was built like a bean pole, wore heavy framed glasses, and blushed furiously when he was nervous.  Being seen speaking to him at college would have done her street cred no good at all.  He was standing at the edge of the boating lake staring at a large model of a battleship in the centre of the lake and frantically punching buttons on a radio control unit.  Even to the girl’s inexperienced eye, the model didn’t look right.  The stern was low in the water and it looked like it was in imminent danger of sinking.

She looked around, there didn’t seem to be anyone else in the park, so she figured that her street cred was safe.  “Hi Graham, it looks like you’ve got a bit of a problem.”  She surprised herself by managing not to smirk when she spoke.

“Oh, hello.  Yeah.  It’s sprung a leak and the water’s got into the electrics, so I can’t get it back and it’s going to sink out there and I’ve only just built it and it cost a fortune” he babbled.  He looked so distraught that she thought that he was actually going to burst into tears.  His expression and the way his whole body seemed to sag with defeat touched something within her and, much to her own surprise, she wanted to help him.

“Look, why don’t you wade out and carry it back” she suggested.  “It’s better than standing here and watching it sink.”

“It’s about six or seven feet deep in the centre” he replied.  “Too deep for wading.”  He stopped and looked down at his feet.  “Anyway, I’m not a very good swimmer.”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to swim out and fetch it for you” she said.

He blushed.  “No!  I wasn’t suggesting that.  I was just saying that I’m not sure that I could swim out there and get back with the boat.”

She really did feel sorry for him.  “I’ll tell you what” she started.  “Why don’t you swim out to the boat and try to pull it back?  If you can’t do it and have to abandon it, at least you’ll have tried.  And” she continued “if you really get into difficulties, I’ll get the lifebelt out of that box thing there and throw it to you.  OK?”  As she spoke, she pointed to what looked like a red cupboard on top of an equally bright red pole next to the lake.  The cupboard had “LIFE BELT” painted on it in large white letters.

“OK” he replied, but didn’t look comfortable.  He carefully unlaced his trainers and removed them, then moved to step over the concrete edge into the water.

“Er Graham.”  He stopped with one foot poised over the water.  “If you’re not a very good swimmer, don’t you think that it might be a good idea if you took your clothes off first?”

He looked shocked, and blushed even more furiously.  However, he saw the sense in what she was saying and took a couple of steps back to where she was standing.  Without looking at the girl, and with a face the colour of a ripe tomato, he stripped down to a pair of plain white boxer shorts.  Still without looking at her, he walked back to the edge of the lake and slowly lowered himself into the water.  His feet touched the bottom with the water lapping at his crotch.  Before he went any further, he looked over his shoulder with a nervous smile, as if seeking reassurance that the girl was there should he need her.  Then he started to walk forward.

At first the depth was constant, but when he had gone about 3 metres and was roughly a third of the way to the stricken boat, the bottom dropped away suddenly and he was swimming.  As soon as he started to swim, the girl saw that he hadn’t lied about his swimming ability.  His was probably the most awful breaststroke she had ever seen and she started to feel guilty about suggesting that he should make the swim.  As she watched him struggle through the water, she realised that not only was there was no way that he was going to be able to bring the boat back, but that he’d be lucky to get himself back without assistance.  She jogged over to the lifebelt cupboard and pulled open the doors.  Her heart almost stopped and she nearly choked on her chewing gum.  The cupboard was empty!

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”  She muttered loudly.  “Some bastard’s stolen it.”

She jogged back to he edge of the lake and looked for Graham.  He had reached the boat, but it looked more like he was resting on it that trying to rescue it.  Even as she watched, the model sank lower in the water under his weight, until it finally disappeared beneath the surface.  To her horror, Graham sank with it.  Her mind was still screaming with panic when, only a few seconds after he sank, Graham surfaced, coughing and spluttering.  She could see that he was close to total panic.  She shouted to him “Swim Graham, Swim!” But it was no use.  He was starting to flounder badly and it was taking all of his efforts just to keep afloat.  Without thinking, she bent over and unbuckled her boots, then lowered herself into the cold water.

As she took her first step forward, she saw Graham’s head dip beneath the surface again and, knowing that she hadn’t much time left, she abandoned wading, leant forward into the water and started swimming a stylish front crawl.  Just as she reached the centre of the lake, Graham popped up in front of her in a flurry of panicked splashing.  Seeing the girl, he grabbed at her shoulders and forced her beneath the surface.  She felt her feet hit the bottom and was able to kick herself both backwards and upwards so that the surfaced out of Graham’s reach.

She pushed her fringe out of her eyes and shouted to him “Graham, listen to me.  I’m trying to help you but you’ve gotta help too.  Stop panicking and float on your back.  Go on Graham, turn on to your back.”  At first she didn’t think that he had heard her but, after she repeated it, she saw him tilt his head back and start to scull with his hands.

She swam up behind him, put her right hand beneath his chin and pulled his head towards her until the back of his head rested between her breasts.  She started to kick with her legs and pull with her left arm.  She kept looking over her shoulder, but it seemed an age before she was sure that they were getting closer to the edge.  She wanted to feel for the bottom with her feet, but knew that if she did whilst they were still in deep water, they could sink and that could cause Graham to panic again.  Instead, she kept swimming until her left hand brushed the concrete of the lake’s edge.  “OK Graham, you can stand up now” she said, as she stood.  Then, with the last of her strength, she pulled herself out of the water and fell to her hands and knees.

Graham stood where he was, stunned.  In the space of five minutes, the girl had persuaded him to almost drown himself, saved his life, pillowed his head between her breasts and was now on her hands and knees in front of him with her skirt up around her waist revealing two very shapely thighs, topped by a pair of now transparent cream coloured panties.  Despite everything that had happened, Graham couldn’t help but stare and felt a definite stirring in his shorts.

The girl looked back over her shoulder with the intention of asking Graham if he was all right but, seeing the direction of his stare, she guessed that he was.  She quickly turned around to face him and pulled her sopping skirt down over her panties.  It was then that she noticed his erection, which was clearly visible through his completely transparent shorts.  It was huge!  Whilst she hadn’t experienced many, this monster put those that she had seen previously to shame and she knew that she had to have it.

“Er, Graham” she started, whilst staring fixedly at his erection.  “You know the idea that if someone saves your life, you’re indebted to them forever?  Well I’ve just thought of a way that you can start to repay me…...”