This is a longer story than those I've written lately. It is not a love story, not an incest story, and not a gay story. Is it a story with a grain of truth in it? That is your call. For me, it is just a fantasy.
Weekend at the lake
I began loading the car with weekend essentials for a planned escape to the lake. I enjoy a trip there every three or four weekends just to unwind and be foolish for a couple days. My career is in college classrooms teaching college freshmen students their core communication courses. There is a toll that takes and escaping to the lake is how I find my inner deviant self.
What a wonderful word deviant is. Our modern use of the word can mean anything from drunken nights on the shore all the way to sexual debauchery. I have cut back on excessive drunkenness; however, the other end of the spectrum is my ultimate goal. There are a couple neighbors at the lake with whom I would enjoy having a weekend of rampant sex. Maybe this weekend?
The drive to my escape passes several neighborhoods in the southwest corner of the city where I live. Yet, in five minutes, I am out of town and just another five minutes away from sun, water, and weekend fun. How can people drive three or four hours to an escape and call it an escape? In ten minutes, I'm parked and within ten more minutes, I'm settled.
The warm early fall weekend was perfect. There was a nice breeze that meant air conditioning wasn't necessary and all the open windows quickly helped freshen the place after a couple weeks being closed. In was in shorts and flip-flops in seconds. No shirt and no shoes required here. Hell, I'd go clothing optional if this lake area was undeveloped.
I saw the neighbor kids swimming off their dock. On the other side were another neighbor, his wife, and their young baby having a swim. The baby loves jumping from the dock and into daddy's arms. Most neighbors won't get home until after the work day ends, leaving me a couple hours to just sit on the deck and soak up the last of the summer sun. We were already starting to have some cool nights.
I decided to remain unmarried and unattached after my wife's tragic death five years ago. We had two children together and one still lives close enough that we see each other often. My daughter is a matchmaker trying to get me interested in one woman or another who "is just perfect for you."
Each woman she introduces to me is intelligent, self-supporting, usually in fit condition, and, if nothing else, attractive. "You know, dad, if you ask, she'll stay the weekend with you." One fact that did not escape my daughter's observation, I am sexually alive and well.
No incest here, we don't play that game. However, one embarrassing afternoon, she thought I was alone here and she walked in on me and my cute neighbor, the one with the little baby. To this day, I think the baby is mine so does the neighbor. Her husband is clueless. Now my daughter telephones before arriving.
My phone rang and the caller ID said Sherry, my daughter. "Hi sweetheart, what's up? "Sherry explained she wanted to come visit for a couple hours and bring a friend along who say she and I know each other from our work at my college.
It intrigued me that Sherry knows one of my workmates because I want to keep work and home separate. "Sherry, you know I keep work life and home life separate. Who are bringing and how did you get acquainted with her?"
"Just deal with it, dad. You already like her and she thinks you are cute."
There are very few women who fit the category of those I like and I narrowed it down to two. One is Marlina, in her late twenties, master degree, full time, and director of freshman studies in our department. We often talk as I bring my classroom concerns to her. Fortunately, the college where I teach has ombudsmen between faculty and students.
The other is Mattie. Mattie is in her mid thirties and faculty partner. Mattie is developing her doctoral dissertation on a topic that parallels the research study I undertook for my doctorate. Mattie discovered an element of my study that she decided to test separately hoping to duplicate my results. My challenge to her is to expand the study and if she can refute the findings, she'll have a better project.
"Okay, Sherry, I'll just wait for you two to get here. No, I have plenty supplies. Yes, I'm out in the sun. Okay, I'll take a shower. When will you be here?" Sherry gave me an hour, meaning in Sherry time, 30 minutes.
I was hardly dry from my shower when I heard Sherry come in. "Hey, dad, we're here!" Fortunately, I had clean shorts on and was just pulling a shirt over my head.
"Ooh, leave the shirt off," I heard another voice. The voice was neither Marlina nor Mattie. The voice was coming from Amber our office coordinator administrative person.
Yes, correct, I like Amber for all the professional reasons and because she is such a happy person to be around. She manages faculty calendars and keeps us out of trouble when we miss mandatory meetings. Amber is younger, under 25, yet her office skills equal that of someone much older and more mature. Amber dresses very professionally and can disarm even the most forceful characters she encounters. Amber is also someone who is girl next door cute.
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Let me begin sharing a little more about me. I am 50, not as active as I once was but still like to bike and jog. I have a little bit of plumpness around the stomach but I haven't gone completely fat. I'm just slightly taller than six feet two inches; a little gray in the hair and all my hair is still on my head. I am average as averages go and make no claims to being above average in any way.
I peeled the shirt off and flung it back into the bedroom.
Sherry was ready for some afternoon sun and Amber wore a thin airy beach top over a well-fitted bikini that accentuated her figure but was modest for a family neighborhood on a lake.
"Hello, Amber. How is it you know Sherry?"
"Hi, Doctor Hansen, I mean Steve. Amber told me to call you Steve, that's okay isn't it."
"Yes, Miss Adams, I mean Amber. How is it you know each other?"
"Dad, I knew Amber in school years ago. She was in my high school homeroom. When she told me about you at school, I had to tell her."
The high school Sherry attended was an advance placement school. It drew kids from all over the city so not knowing of Amber or knowing her family was not unusual. Since I didn't hire Amber, her background wasn't something I checked into.
"It is clear that you guys want the last rays of sun so why not take out the paddle boat and have some fun. If you ask, I bet Dan, next door would let you use his diving platform."
Sherry smiled cunningly, "I know he is friendly and willing to share. Diving would be fun, as long as it doesn't get muffed up. I know you've never muffed a dive, dad."
Amber didn't miss anything and saw the sly look Sherry gave me. No doubt hearing muff and diving in the same sentence was something she caught onto. "I used to dive a lot and it is easy to blow one," Amber added. Did she just give a knowing wink to Sherry?
Off the girls went down to the shore and the parked paddleboat. Amber shed her beach wrap and both girls put their small bags of tanning lotions and towels in the boat as they pushed off. Watching them, seeing Amber in this new way gave me ideas that translated to building pressure in my shorts.
