Readers,
This is a 100% fictional account told in the 1
st
person. There is some cheating involved, yet there's also romance, love, and caring.
Yes, I was a spoiled kid. Edward (Eddie)Allen Caldwell. Although not rich, my parents did make enough money to live in an affluent neighborhood and have a genuinely nice heated pool in the backyard. By the standards of some, we were rich. The reality was that we were an upper middle-class family.
As an only child (not a planned one) I got most of what I wanted materially. My father inherited a jewelry business from my grandfather, and it was practically pre-ordained that I would keep the business going.
That wasn't a problem because from a young age to enjoyed learning my family's business. I learned about the massive mark-ups on retail jewelry and how great the profit margins were on rings, necklaces, bracelets, and watches.
Still, my father insisted that I go to college and get an education. In particular, he wanted me to take business classes like he did. He assured me that those classes would be helpful later as he began his slow retreat into retirement.
The story begins during the summer of 1980 before my junior year in college.
My parents had divorced two years prior. My mother had moved to Northern Idaho with a man 8 years older and had just retired. He had some lakefront property he had bought many years ago and wanted to place a simple manufactured home on that site.
My parent's marriage was rocky at best. To be fair, Dad was the instigator because of his well-known philandering ways. Mom tolerated it for many years, but as I got into my teen years, she began an affair with Gus, the same guy she joined in Idaho years later.
Dad wasn't a mean or violent person. In many ways, he could be generous to a fault. He was a great salesman and had a good reputation as a businessman.
It was his weakness for the ladies that created his problems. I quit counting how many different women he'd bedded over the years. Although the subject wasn't discussed openly between us, his reputation was not a well-kept secret.
He must have had at least a couple dozen women during his heyday. After Mom left, he'd bring them home and they'd either stay the night or have sex and go home.
Dad had a remarkable consistency in the women he "dated". They were all very slim and had large breasts. Blonde, brunette, or redheads, they all had similar kinds of measurements.
Therefore, I was surprised when I first met Kelly.
Kelly didn't fit the mold of the other girls. She was attractive, but she wasn't the skinny runway model kind.
She was, at least in my opinion, sexier than the others. She wasn't fat, she just had a larger body structure and breasts that seem to be proportionate to her overall size. Her short brown hair, green eyes, and pleasant smile made her seem more genuine than the others he had brought home.
Something else that made her different is that she moved into the home with Dad. Dad had never brought another woman inside for anything more than a booty call.
I liked Kelly but having her around the house cut into something I had learned to love after Mom moved out...skinny dipping.
I had become addicted to awesome feeling of my nude body in the water as I swam or simply waded. I had learned to eschew swim trunks. Even if I was in the water naked and Dad brought a girlfriend over to introduce us, I made no effort to cover up.
Still, with Kelly there and being Dad's live-in girlfriend, I wasn't comfortable doing that. I didn't want her to think that I had any other motive other than enjoying a swim au natural.
Kelly was 24 at the time and had been a waitress at a well-respected Italian restaurant in town. She began as a hostess at the age of 16 and began being a waitress when she turned 21 and could serve alcohol.
I had two years of school left to get my Bachelor's Degree. After that, I would begin working full-time at the family business. Dad was 50 at the time and wanted to slowly reduce his hours and eventually retire.
He met Kelly at the restaurant. He was a regular customer there. In fact, I had recognized her also when I went there. She had waited on me and a former girlfriend once.
Dad had a habit of patting waitresses on the ass. Kelly not only tolerated it, but Dad said she seemed to enjoy it. I wasn't sure if that was the truth, but since Kelly agreed to live with him, it couldn't have been too much of a problem.
With access to cash, I had no problem getting dates. Again, I was a spoiled kid with a $2000.00 limit on my credit card. Each month, Dad would pay off the balance.
That allowed me to take dates to Disneyland, Dodgers games, and nice restaurants. Sometimes, I would bring them home and have sex after a nude dip in our pool. Like Dad, some would stay the night. Some would choose to go home.
Since many of the girl's parents wouldn't allow guys to stay the night, and I'm the only one with such a nice pool in the backyard, my place was popular.
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My most bizarre experience was when I was set up on a blind date with my friend's girlfriend's cousin. I had never met her, but since his girlfriend was very attractive, I assumed the cousin couldn't be too bad.
She wasn't as hot as his girlfriend, but she was still easy on the eyes. She was slightly chubby, but she had a pretty face and big tits.
We went to dinner (I paid) and went back to his place (his parents were gone) to visit.
What I didn't realize was that the events of the night had been planned.
My friend, Shawn, and his girlfriend, Nora suggested a game of strip poker. Both girls were our age, 20. Neither were virgins, but based on stories Shawn had shared, his girlfriend had a more exiting sexual background.
I had no inhibitions about getting naked. I had been seen naked by other girls before, including one my Dad brought home. However, I knew Shawn and Nora had enjoyed sex together before so there wasn't much they hadn't seen of each other.
Nora's cousin, Rachel, was hesitant. As much as I would have enjoyed seeing her peel off her clothes one at a time, I wasn't going to pour on the pressure for her to join in.
I didn't have to. Nora did that. Part of Rachel's hesitation was due to her not knowing much about poker. Nora agreed to keep it to a simple game of 5 card draw. She explained the rules and wrote the ranks of hands on a piece of paper for her.
Surprisingly, she didn't do too bad in the beginning. In fact, it was Shawn that was down to his white cotton underwear before Rachel ever had to remove her shirt or pants.
I was disappointed. I didn't want to see Shawn's cock. I wanted to see Nora and Rachel's naked bodies. At least Nora had removed her top and I could see part of her breasts not covered by her plain white bra.
I still had on a t-shirt, pants, and boxers. I was safe for at least a short while.
Then finally, Rachel lost a hand. Slowly and reluctantly, she removed her blouse...one button at a time...and at a snail's pace. I wasn't sure she would go all the way to full nudity if she lost too much.
I lost the next hand and made the easy decision to remove my shirt. Being bare-chested didn't bother me. I was 6 feet tall and still in good shape back then.
The best thing to happen was Nora losing the next two hands. After the second loss, she removed her bra. Rachel was pushing her to hurry up in the same way Nora did to her earlier. I knew that each time Rachel lost after that, Nora would harass her to no end.
