The Summer of '78 - Ch1
The Summer of... series continues in 1978, 12 years after it began with The Summer of '66 and ten years after the Summers of 67-'68. There are more chapters written about this summer, and, fair warning, much of this one is spent revisiting the events and characters of the past and establishing the new setting and characters. Those who don't like description and dialogue won't like this anymore than they liked the others, but you were warned.
Given my propensity to get stories sent back by the mods, I won't send in another chapter until this is published. Hopefully, that will keep them from being published out of order...this time.
Constructive Comments are more than welcome, but ANONYMOUS randomly chanting Cuck will be deleted. Hope you enjoy.
Barbara Ann was sitting on the loveseat in the shade on the front porch of the 'beach shack', feet propped up on a stool, enjoying the ever changing view of the beach and waves to the east while the sun arced slowly downward behind the house. Her mind was a mess -- a mix of excitement and nostalgia swirled around, awash in dreams of the future and memories of the past, filled with hope and regret.
She was excited about a number of things, but mostly that her husband was, hopefully, returning from a weeks-long trip in a few days. They was longer than they been apart since they got married, and she was wanting and needing him emotionally, physically, and especially, sexually.
To make it more bittersweet, their tenth anniversary was approaching, and to feel this lonely and restless now only added more bitter to the sweet.
There was something else playing on her mind. She felt excited but concerned about his reaction to the improvements she had made to his beloved Beach Shack. She had tried to remain within the strict guidelines he gave her, the architect, and the builder, but she knew she had pushed those guidelines pretty far in some cases. Still, she told herself defensively, he will approve, because what I did only makes this wonderful place more family friendly, and he loves his family so much!
With that warm feeling, she took another sip of her adult beverage of choice, sat back in the chair, closed her eyes, and let the memories wash over her.
She was in the Starfire Convertible with Judy and Paula, watching Marc, Danny, and Theo on the beach and trying to decide which one each girl would get... and then Adonis emerged from the waves! Barbara Ann claimed him, and within minutes her heart was lost forever. Oh, it was a rocky, pit-filled road for a while, and she put herself in the ditch several times, but in the end her love prevailed, and their tenth anniversary celebration was upon them.
She loved Caelan and their three kids more than life itself, and he loved her and their kids equally.
Professionally, Caelan was the shining young star of the oil and gas exploration and production division of the major oil company he had worked for more than a decade, beginning offshore and then as an intern. Now he was second in command and considered the most valuable player for his division, garnering expectations that he would take over when number one retired.
Barbara Ann was also professionally successful, having taken over the investment and development portion of her family's holdings and accomplishing more in less time than anyone could have foretold. She got a head start soon after their marriage, when Caelan and her daddy cut a deal. Caelan would exercise his option on the 111 acres of land that lay behind the Beach Shack to the west and south, and they would put together a development plan that wouldn't result in a skyscraper going in behind The Shack.
From that deal, with lots of input from Barbara Ann, Amelia, and Peggy, The Retreat came into being. Placed on flat land about one hundred yards past the dunes, the two story, affordably-priced condos were clustered around a recreation area that included a large swimming pool, a diving pool, a wading pool for little kids, two horseshoe pits, two shuffleboard courts, and two sand volleyball courts.
The owners furnished their condo, but were required to use one of the numerous decorating schemes available if they intended to have it rented when not in use. That requirement was in place to enhance their rental value, so if you weren't interested in renting you could do your own thing. Only a few weren't rented, and those belonged to Peggy and Gary, Amelia and Sean, and Caelan's boss.
The office, along with a recreation hall that could be reserved for parties and dances, was located at the only entrance to the compound, just southwest of the condos. Two tennis courts and a basketball court were south of the office. There was plenty of room for further development to the south, but the demand wasn't there yet so those plans waited.
Kicked back, a tall glass of Long Island Iced Tea between her legs, she contemplated her situation with pride. She had it all! Three beautiful kids, doting grandparents, a successful, charming, and loving husband who was a sexual dynamo, and a successful career.
So why did she feel so restless?
Caelan traveled a lot in his newest position, and he took his little Fuckbunny along as often as they could make it work. This trip, however, was already well into its third week and he had warned this 'major project' might take another week or two to complete. She let him know she was unhappy about that, but not that she was so restless and horny that another week seemed like an eternity!
She needed her man, and she needed him now!
The drink emptied, she got up and made another, knowing that committed her to calling her parents in Corpus and telling them she was spending another night at the Shack. They would be happy to keep the kids, and would warn her to stay safe; after all, this wasn't the first time this had happened. She made the call, assured them things were going well and she'd be fine, and sipped the potent drink.
She walked back to the porch, but decided instead of sitting she would wander the beach, watch the sunset, and get some exercise before she ate supper.
She gave no thought to the tiny short shorts and bra top she was wearing until she was by the water. She wasn't even wearing shoes, because she wanted to walk along the water's edge and see if any treasures had washed up.
Oh, well, it was getting late, it was a weekday, and she probably wouldn't see anyone anyway!
Deciding to go south, away from town, she had wandered almost a mile when she heard a car coming from behind her. She got her bearings, walked down by the water, and squatted to minimize her profile. She wasn't afraid; she was cautious about presenting her profile to strangers in these circumstance. A young woman alone on the beach, looking like she looks... best to be careful.
