I had graduated college and after some pretty wild success and travel with work, and headed back home for some pretty well deserved time off. My parents had bought an RV, and were on a cross country vacation, so I had their place to myself. It was quiet at first, and after a few days I decided that it was time to do something to take the edge off the boredom. To my surprise most of my friends had either moved away, or were still in college working on their advanced degrees, and I was finding it hard to find anyone to hand out with.
The weather was gorgeous. The Texas sun was out, and clouds drifted silently on the summer breeze. It all came to me one afternoon when I was sitting on the back porch with a cooler of beer. I remembered, that my parents had left the keys to the boat on the table, and told me to take it out if I wanted to. I gathered my things and put on my swimsuit and took off for the lake. If I couldn't find friends, then I would just have to make new ones.
When I got to the docks, I found most of the slips were empty, but there at the end I found the old friend that I had grown up with. My Dad had kept the old cigarette boat in pristine shape, and for that evening it was going to be all mine. I put my stuff on board, and turned the key to a roar, and the idling gurgle of 1100 horsepower waiting to be unleashed. When I got out past the no wake zone, I opened the throttle and set course into the sun for one of my favorite places in the world.
If you've never been to a "Party Cove" then let me tell you what you are missing. It is a summer tradition for boaters to find a harbor on a Texas lake, and set up shop on the weekends. Boats are anchored next to one another, and there is a constant busy bee sound of a wave runners flying by over boat wake. Music pours out over the bay from boat speakers, and there isn't rarely a sad sight to be seen. Through the days and into the nights, there are perpetual barbecues, and level of nudity that gets more intense the deeper people go into their cooler. For this reason, it was a forbidden place to go when I was a kid for understandable reasons. I only started getting to go there when I was old enough find a way to get there on a friend's boat. Those were always the standard variety ski boats, but tonight I had my own beast of a boat of my own.
I could feel the eyes on my as I chopped the throttle and coasted into the bay. Just as I expected the cove was full of party boats, and people dressed in swimsuits. Two girls on a wave runner circled me and I tried to check them out as they passed. I could tell both of them were hot but I had to secure the boat before I could have any fun. I put the motor in reverse, and came to a stop, and with a turn of the key I drifted in silence. The August sun was setting on the horizon, and there was a warm glow in the evening air. I threw the anchor overboard when I found a place, and turned up my music to a level that was comfortable. Small craft sputtered by, as the bigger boats drifted on the lakes current. I popped the top on a beer, and kicked my feet up to wait and see what happens. That was just when the night got interesting.
"Anyone home?" I heard the voice over the side call out. I lifted my head to see the two female forms on a wave runner that idling pasts. Both were damn good looking women, but I didn't realize when the sped by earlier that I knew one of them. I was surprised to see Olivia's blue eyes looking back at me. She grew up next door and she had always been just a little bit older. Olivia had grown up going to beauty pageants, and had always had the body to show it. I used to gawk at her when we were younger, and she would sometimes give me a teasing wink over her shoulder, just to see if I would pass out. I caught my first glimpse of her at a swimming pool party when I we were teenagers, and that was the day that I learned what a woman should look like. She had the first pair of perfect pair of tits that I had ever seen outside of a stolen skin mag.
Her summers spent on the lake left little to imagination of the shape of a immaculately trimmed woman. I never forgot the contrast between her bronzed skin, and the little hint I would catch of her tan lines. Her hair was perpetually bleached from the Texas sun. She was petite, but had all the right curves in all the right places. I had looked the world over, but I had never seen another woman like her. In my mind when we were kids, the age difference may as well been a hundred years. She was a teenager when I was a boy, and she was a young woman when I was a teenager, but here I was a man, and she was absolutely a woman. To put it simply, Olivia just got better looking with age, and all the things that had made her my childhood crush had matured like a Napa wine.
I could tell that she had spent all day on the lake. She was wearing life jacket that was dangerously close to popping open and the spaghetti strings that held her bikini bottom were so thin that she had no tan line. . She stood there with a smile, on her face looking at me in a way that I had always wanted her to.
"I thought that was you pulling in!" She said.
"I didn't know you were here!" I responded returning her smile.
"Duh, it's summer time, where else would I be?" She turned to the other girl who was riding with her and spoke to her for a minute.
"I am going to stay here while you go." I heard her say to the other girl, and I have to admit that I stood a little on my tip toes hoping that I didn't hear her wrong. "That is unless you are going to pull out?" She said shooting me a smile.
