The summer of 1999 was arguably the best three months of my life. And to think it started out looking bad.
I had just finished a relatively successful sophomore year in college. After being somewhat shy in high school, I had really grown out of my shell, learned how to talk to girls, and gotten into their pants with a fairly high degree of success.
However, I was figuring summer would mean a lot less sex for me. I usually met dates and hook-ups at parties or through friends. My "friends with benefits" from college would be too far away to visit with any frequency over the summer. I had no high school friends I could call on either, as my one hope for had chosen to accept an internship on the East coast. Thus, summer wasn't looking too promising for getting laid with any regularity.
My financial situation was looking better than my personal life. I had lined up a job working for UPS over the summer. The job had a reputation of being strenuous, but the pay was outstanding, especially with the tuition reimbursement they offered. Regardless, I wasn't really looking forward to it. The day before I was supposed to start, a buddy of mine called me up with a proposition for me. His uncle ran a small boat shop on a small lake in the northern part of the state. He had worked there the previous summer and had agreed to work for his uncle at the shop again that summer. However, he had been accepted into a prestigious summer research program. He planned to go to medical school and knew such a program would give him an edge when he graduated and was applying.
However, he didn't want to leave his uncle high and dry. So he was calling his friends to find out if anyone was interested in spending the summer at the lake. The job basically involved minding his shop Monday through Thursday from 8 AM to 7 PM. His uncle would mind the shop on the weekends, which I'd have to myself. The lake had only fifty or so cabins on it, and the town itself was tiny with only a few rural farmers. While there was a general store in town, his uncle's was more convenient and suited to the vacationer's needs. He carried a wide array of boat supplies, some groceries, and a modest selection of alcohol, along with selling gas and a few trinkets and souvenirs.
In Minnesota a lot of people spend at least part of their summer at one of the state's many lakes. People who owned cabins usually often only spent a few weekends there, lending their places out to friends and relatives on weekends they weren't using it. Others spent the whole summer there, particularly the retired and those who could take their summers off. The "cabins" themselves were really stripped down houses. They always featured at least one full bathroom and kitchen if not more and usually had multiple bedrooms for family and guests.
My friend's uncle only ran the store four months a year, yet still turned enough of a profit to cover expenses and the property taxes on his cabin. During the winter months he worked for an accounting firm, and generally he could afford to take summers off. However, his firm was merging with another, and there was a lot of work to be done, even in the slower summer months. He had negotiated to still have Friday, Saturday and Sunday off to spend at the cabin, but he would have to commute each weekend. His wife, who had never enjoyed the cabin much, had chosen to spend the summer in the city, since he would be there four days a week anyway.
That meant they needed someone to manage the store. My friend told me that while it got dull at times, it wasn't too bad. Typically the store had three or four customers a day on weekdays, if that. It was much busier on weekends, but apparently his uncle had a guy who helped out on weekends every year. So the job mostly consisted of sitting around the store, watching TV on the satellite, or swimming or sunbathing on the dock. Most customers came by boat so you could see them coming, but there was a bell for them to ring as well.
The idea of spending a lazy summer at a lake appealed a lot to me, especially since I wasn't really planning on getting laid at home anyways. As much as I loved my family it was tough to come home after an academic year of freedom to stay up late and do whatever I wanted. But I told my friend I had financial concerns. My friend told me that since he was family and his uncle ran the store as more of a hobby anyway, he had typically been paid quite well. His uncle was prepared to pay me the same amount, which was less per hour than I'd make at UPS, but I'd net the same amount by the end of the summer, and the work didn't sound hard. Plus, I'd have the house to myself four days a week, in exchange for watering the plants and bringing in the mail and paper.
I was sold. I packed that night, making sure to take a large supply of books and my video game system. I wasn't too worried about getting bored, but I knew that after a while sunbathing and swimming in the cold, muddy lake water can get old.
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For the most part I enjoyed the job. The people who stopped in were very friendly and welcoming. However, it soon became clear what sort of community the cabins surrounding the lake made up. Most of them were owned by older people, and the people who were there during the week were generally retired. Still, they were extremely friendly and interested in my life. The men would bullshit with me, and the women would often bring me cookies, bread, and even the occasional sandwich. I guess they figured a guy like me wouldn't cook for himself very well, even working in a store that sold groceries.
I chose not to stay at the cabin that first weekend, instead making the three hour trip home to hang out with my friends. While I had a fun time, during the drive back to the lake I decided that six hours of driving every weekend just wasn't going to happen. I'd invited my friends to come out, but aside from the 4th of July most had work schedules that didn't allow them enough free time to make it worthwhile.
That Tuesday was when things changed significantly. An attractive woman of about forty came into the store. She wore a simple, conservative two piece swimsuit that showed that she still had a nice body. Her face was beautiful in a classic and almost timeless way. The ring on her finger suggested she was married. She bought a few things, and asked the usual questions about who I was, where I was from, what college I attended, how old I was, and what I was studying. We had a nice conversation, and as she was leaving she dropped the comment "I should tell my daughters to come by here. They're spending all summer here, and they're already complaining about being bored. I'm sure they'll be ecstatic to hear there's a nice and cute young man working here." I actually felt myself blushing, which was very odd for me. She winked, and walked out the door, perhaps with a little extra wiggle in her hips. I hoped her daughters had taken liberally from their mother's side of the gene pool.
She had left at two, and by four o'clock I saw the same boat coming towards the shop, this time with a much younger woman at the helm. Her long flaxen colored hair whipped behind her in the breeze. Another girl, with matching hair sat on the other seat, her own mane also blowing in the wind in a visually appealing manner.
They were seated, so it was tough to see much more of them, especially at a distance. I didn't want to seem overeager, so I just closed my eyes and lay on the deck until I heard the boat grow close to the dock, at which point I sat up.
The boat contained two very beautiful teenage girls. Both had perfectly smooth complexions, though I could see that both had gotten a bit too much sun the day before, as their cheeks and shoulders were slightly pink. Their hair, while wind-whipped, still framed their angelic faces beautifully. They had identical high cheekbones, slightly pouty lips, and matching beautiful blue eyes. It didn't take a genius to realize that they must be twins. I greeted them and smiled, and was rewarded by a pair of beautiful grins back at me.
One of the girls wore a shimmering purple bikini, tied around her neck either to avoid tan lines or for fashion. The bottom was somewhat modest, but still clung tightly to her shapely ass. Her sister wore a blaze red high legged one piece that reminded me of the swimwear women used to wear on Baywatch.
Both girls had long, slender legs, and modestly proportioned busts. Their waists however were quite slim, and if I had done the measurements I'd imagine their hips were close to the "ideal" ratio to their waists that evolutionary psychologists love to throw around.
"Hi, I'm Jennifer!" The one in the red suit said, bouncing up to me and extending her hand while her sister was still tying the boat. "That's Lisa over there. And yes, before you ask, we're twins." She smiled huge at me, and given her beauty and apparent earnestness, I couldn't help but instinctively liking her immediately.
"Nice to meet you Jennifer, I'm James"
"We're not actually here to buy anything. We were just sooooo bored, so we decided to come hang out with you," Jenny informed me. Lisa seemed a bit embarrassed by her sister's forwardness and directness. I smiled at the apparently more reserved twin, and she smiled back, extending her hand, a bit more cautiously than her sister.
"Well then, would you two like to come into the store, or are you happy out here?"
"We got plenty of sun yesterday," Lisa said. "And I want to at least see this legendary "store"."
