The divorce had been ugly. But the marriage had been ugly for years. I was sickened of her voice. The constant droning about things, people, and places I could have cared less about. At first, I tried to hold a conversation. But then, I stopped that and ignored her. This only infuriated her more and caused her to whine on even longer. The words "Shut up," kept going through my head day after day after day. Then apparently, one day, I vocalized this loudly. She sat there in shock for a few seconds, then the tirade began anew.
I stood, looked her square in the face and shouted.
"For the love of god, would you please shut up."
Then, I turned and walked out the door. It was the last time I was ever there. Later in the week, I loaded my things. She had unceremoniously dumped on the front porch. I could see her peeking out the window. Gathered it all and left. She could have the house, but who would she complain to now? I just knew it would not be me.
I spent a few nights in a motel while trying to find a place to live. I would be okay money wise. She had her money. I found an exceedingly small house on the edge of town. One bedroom, one bath, kitchen and living room. What else did I need? The backyard was small and lined with privacy fence. Solace would be mine at last.
The first week or so, I made no sound whatsoever. No TV, no radio. Only silence while I learned what that was once more. Then only softly, the radio or turntable were used. Records I had not heard in years. (She did not like jazz.) I could feel myself relaxing and letting go of all the tension and bad feelings that had built up for years. Some of that came back at the divorce proceeding. She let go an endless stream of venom and hate.
My lawyer whispered to me.
"My god, you poor man. How did you stand it?"
Even the judge grew weary of her tirade. He pronounced an amicable split. She had her stuff. I had mine. End of story. It was the last time I saw, (or heard) her.
It was late summer when I moved into my new digs. I did not have much. I did not need much. Just the blissful quiet. Occasionally, I had a nightmare where she was talking to me. Those were scary. But then I would wake up and realize I was safe. I began a new life. The place needed repairs. The yard had been let go. I had plenty to keep me busy. The privacy fence, complete with gate to the neighboring yard, needed work too. I had time and lots of quiet. The house was the priority.
Basic stuff, like painting and filling holes, a bit of electrical work, stuff I could do myself. The house had a back door to the yard. I thought a nice sized patio would be good out here. I knew a guy that owned a concrete service. He came out one evening and gave me a quote. We agreed on a price, and it would happen in a few weeks. I envisioned myself sitting on a patio, bathed in blissful quiet.
I had neighbors as well. Not introduced me to any or spoken to anyone at all. There was no hurry as far as I was concerned. I spent the remaining days of summer working at my place. The backyard was overgrown and needed cut several times before it looked good. There were many weeds and dead bushes. All that needed to go. It was one of these sessions, I was by the fence. One of the boards was loose. I looked at it, and it was what was on the other side of the fence that caught me off guard. A blond girl, sitting on a white chair next to a white table, total nude. I had not seen anything like this ever. (In real life that is.)
My ex-wife was somewhat of a prude and would never be naked except for her bath. Yes, not even during sex. Let alone be naked outside. This neighbor girl was exquisite. Just sitting there with a glass of iced tea, soaking up the sun. I gently pushed the board back into place and then went inside to find the tools and materials to fix it. I briefly considered not fixing it. Nope, I am not a pervert. And she is entitled to her privacy. When I got back out there, she had gone in. Just as well. A drill and wood screws, it was good as new.
If you need to know, yes, I did look now and again to see if she was outside naked. No, I did not see her. Weeks later, the concrete was poured. I would be out on my patio in a few days after that. I was looking forward to it. A couple of patio chairs and a table, my Bluetooth speaker, and some jazz. I was good to go. An ice-cold beer and I was loving it this. I was there with my eyes closed, Miles Davis playing.
"Hey!! Who are you are listening to too? It sounds cool." A female voice from the fence.
I looked in that direction and could not see anyone.
But I answered.
"It's Miles Davis, a trumpet player and this is cool jazz."
The voice answered.
"Nice, could you turn it up a little so I can hear it?"
I spoke.
"Sure, if you like. Or I could invite you over for a beer and you can listen. My name is Pete, your neighbor."
"Nice to meet you Pete, I am Dru. I will pass on the beer for now. I like music. Some other day maybe?" She answered.
Then nothing. Oh well. What did I expect? Who wants to hang with a geriatric dinosaur?
I went about my days. Working, then coming home to work at the house. I was trying to get as much as possible done. The weekend was to be a scorcher. Three half gallon jars of sun tea would be made. If the yard were cut tonight, I would be in decent shape. The yard did not take long. I sat to cool down. Dru could be heard next door in her yard. No, I did not look to see if she was naked. I told myself she had younger friends and a big boyfriend as well. She is a beautiful girl. I put things away and went in for the night. Well, walking from the shed to the house, I saw her through the fence. Yes, she was naked. Not one tan line on her anywhere that I could see. My eyes went down and scurried inside. Oh Shit!!! I am a pervert.
In the ancient days, when I was growing up. Nudity was forbidden. At least that is what my parents always told me. Lord knows they were never naked that I knew of. My ex was like that too. About as much fun as a Popsicle that has been dropped and melting on a muggy day. So, I never bothered. Well, I went in the house and showered.
I thought to myself.
"What the hell."
I did not bother to dress after. Just dried off and left it at that. Once I got past the "this is bad" feeling. It was okay. I know I am not in the greatest shape. This felt nice and freeing. The real test, I told myself, would I go outside like this. We will see. Rebel that I am, I slept naked that night.
The morning rolled around and got up to make coffee. Do you know what? I stayed naked. Avoided windows. But stood at the back door and looked at my yard. Then I just sat down in my patio chair to enjoy my coffee and fresh air in places that had not ever had fresh air on them. I am pale. No matter, no one will see me. If they do, they will run screaming. My eyes closed as John Coltrane simmered on the speaker. The espresso in my hand, cool morning and blissful quiet.
The reverie was broken by a voice.
"Hey Pete. It is Dru. To whom ya listening?"
I confess I was startled and took a moment to answer.
"John Coltrane, tenor sax"
There was no hesitation in her answer.
"Great, I'm coming over."
The gate swung open. There was Dru in a robe and me naked. I was mortified. She strolled right up and took a seat. I was trying to cover up with my hands and coffee cup. Dru did not seem to notice my discomfort.
Dru spoke.
"Do not be nervous about being naked. I do it all the time Pete. It's cool."
Then her robe was removed, and her gorgeous body exposed. Dru was speaking about my music. The only thing on my mind is the quarter sized areola and dime sized nipples on gravity defying breasts Dru had. The fully tanned body, long straight blond hair, and matching bush below. Muscular legs that tapered to small feet and bright red toenails. A coffee cup in her also in her hand, tipped red fingernails. A bit of news. I had a young naked girl in front of me and my body responded. Yup, I was getting hard. If Dru noticed, she said nothing. Eventually, I did relax, and we had a marvelous conversation.
This was a very startling morning for me. Dru treated me like I am decent guy. We had an intelligent conversation, just naked. Not the kind of thing to which I was accustomed.
Then, Dru jumped up, cast her robe over her shoulder and spoke.
"I gotta go. Nice talk Pete. Let us do it again soon."
Then her naked ass was up and gone. I watched it bounce in fascination all the way to the gate. I resolved at that moment to be always naked. Dru made comfortable for me. It did not hurt that she is beautiful beyond comprehension. I must prepare for my day. As I dressed, clothes now felt cumbersome and unnecessary. I dressed anyway. Then to work. I should investigate a gym nearby. Ha ha.
Work is what it is. These days, when it is finished for the day, which is where I leave it. Work does not come home with me. Today, when I entered my home, the clothes were left in the hamper. Nothing replaced them on my form. I showered then, toweled, and went to the kitchen to prepare my evening sustenance. All whilst nude. This will be a learning experience, I think. Adjustments to be made and new ways of doing things. I am not too old. Right?
My meager fare for the evening consumed. Used dishware and utensils to the dishwasher, counter and table cleansed. All in proper order, I retired to my back patio with beer and Bluetooth speaker. Cool jazz and cold beer prevail. I did hope that Dru would be out as well. But if not? That is okay too.
Stan Getz and a Latin jazz piece flowed from the speaker. I do like his Latin stuff.
She spoke from the fence.
"Hey Pete! How about that beer now?"
Before I could say a word, a naked Dru was through the gate and on my patio.
"Where is the beer? I will get it." She said.
Dru struts right into my house, finds the fridge, and returns with a beer. Breasts and ass bouncing in step the entire way. Her blond hair and infectious smile as she plopped in a chair. The boobs are making a large bounce.
Her banter continued.
"How Pete, how was your day? I had a terrible day. Tons of work and all these guys hitting on me. I get tired of these dicks. It is like they have never seen a girl."
I sat smiling. A sip of beer and I answered.
"My day was fine Dru. Too bad about the guys hitting on you. That is not very gentlemen like. They should know you have a job to do."
Dru sighed and spoke.
"Yeah, I wish they would. All they see is blond hair, tits, and ass. I have a brain too."
My response.
"Of course, you have a mind Dru. But I do not think that is what they want from you. They want to separate you from your panties."
Dru laughed and replied.
"Well, the jokes on them. I do not wear panties. Except at that time of the month."
I thought to myself, she does not hold anything back.
Dru went on to say.
"I like this music. Who is it?"
I made a brief explanation and history of Stan Getz. She was making mental notes.
Dru spoke.
"This is great stuff. I will have to download some."
A slow tune cued.
Dru stated.
"Oh, this nice. A slow one to which you can dance. Pete, do you wanna dance with me? I have not slow danced in ages."
The prospect of a naked Dru slowly dancing in my arms was overwhelming.
I just said. "Sure Dru"
We both stood and began to sway. Just arms and hands touching. I was dancing with a naked girl. We moved for several bars of music.
Dru spoke.
