All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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August 1999
As the heat of summer radiated down on Portland, I felt that the town was truly starting to feel like home. People were out in the streets in their summer finery. For men, this seemed to mean cargo shorts. For women though, this meant tiny tank tops and short shorts.
Things in my life were starting to go at a brisk pace, which I was thankful for. The shop was open, I had employees that sold product, and we were even starting to get 'lingerie parties' for some women who just wanted to try on some fancy stuff and drink wine. I was glad to help, especially since they were paying for it.
Another good thing about summer was the barbecues. My neighborhood had a great many families and they all seemed to have a grill in their backyard. Some of them even had a pool, which was a bonus on such warm days. One such family was Tom and Eva, who lived near the end of my block in a much larger plot. This afforded them a larger house and, you guessed it, room for a pool in their backyard.
Tom saw me working on my car last week and told me he had a neighborhood party planned and that I should come. I accepted of course because I wanted to be neighborly and, honestly, free food.
Even though I could afford basically anything I wanted, it was still something I was getting use to. I offered to bring something but Tom declined, saying he had everything purchased already.
"Just bring yourself and your swim trunks," he said quite joyfully. "My wife and I have everything else taken care of."
He also mentioned a lot of names of neighbors I was not familiar with. He also mentioned that Amanda was going, so I had at least one familiar face to look forward to. It had been a few weeks since I'd seen Amanda, in any capacity, so it would be nice to catch up.
On the appointed Saturday I arrived at 1pm as directed. The place was already fairly packed with people from, I assumed, the neighborhood. But I also learned there were people from Tom and Evas work as well. When I arrived it looked to be about 50 people, all milling about the pool. Some were already swimming, kids mostly, but some adults as well, though they were just floating around with various drinks in their hands.
I saw Tom at the barbecue, in the middle of a cloud of meat smoke. What struck me odd was how weirdly put together Tom was in terms of his looks.
He was a well muscled dude, not overly huge but definitely thick necked, in a tailored Hawaiian shirt, stylish shorts (without pockets on the sides), and shoes with no socks, which I found weird. He looked, for all intents and purposes, like he was in the middle of a photo shoot for a Sears summer catalog, complete with bbq tongs in hand.
"Hey, Paul," he greeted as I approached. "Burger?"
"Thanks," I said as he handed me a plate also laden with a piece of grilled corn (so good) and some fried veggies (not my favorite but also good).
"Oh, Paul, this is my wife, Eva," he pointed with his tongs.
I turned my head to say hello and was taken slightly aback.
She was beautiful in all the classical ways. Her eyes, shape of her nose, roundness of her face, all pointed to being descended from a line of great latin beauties. She was, I later found, of Spanish decent (from actual Spain) and was tanned to a lightly toasted tone.
"Hi," she said brightly. I shook her small hand, trying to balance the overladen plate.
"Hi," I replied. "Thanks for inviting me."
"You just moved into that old house down the block, right? The one that use to be a small apartment building?"
"Yea, thats it," I said.
"Well, welcome to the neighborhood," she said with a pleasing smile. She turned around to join others, and I couldn't help but notice a round, firm ass on her beneath the translucent sarong she wore over her single piece dark blue swim suit. The back had a modest cut that went high on her hips, giving them length. She wasn't very tall, maybe 5' 1", so I guess she wanted to show off what she had.
"How're you liking it here so far?" Tom said, bringing my attention back.
"Oh, great," I said, watching him throw more meat on the grill. I took a couple bites of my burger and noticed something odd. Making sure we were semi out of earshot, I pointed it out.
"Hey, not to sound weird," I said in a lower tone, "but your legs are... melting."
Tom looked down and laughed a little.
"Yea, that does look a little weird. But it's fine," he said. "I do amateur body building. Mostly classic division as I don't want to be huge. That stuff is a spray on tan that I used last week and it's starting to come off."
"Interesting," I said, taking another bit of burger. "I mostly just skate to stay fit."
"Nice," he said.
A somewhat awkward silence (so to speak) settled in the conversions. Thankfully, I noticed through the crowd that Amanda had shown up.
Even in a sea of trunked and bikinied bodies, Amanda stood out by miles. She was wearing boy short bottoms that showed her creamy, toned legs, and a bright purple rash guard for a top that covered her like a tight t-shirt, but did nothing to hide her generous H-cup bosom. She also had on a bikini top underneath it, likely for support. Her brown hair was in a pony tail and she had large sunglasses on, hiding her hazel eyes, which seemed to be popular with anyone sitting poolside.
Heads turned at her passing by. She spotted me and sauntered (likely on purpose as she turned a great many heads) over to me.
"Hey, darlin'," she called brightly. She gave me a quick but firm side hug since I still had a plate of food.
"Hey, Tom," she greeted our host.
