This past summer has definitely been the most incredible one in my memory. My name is Chris, and I just finished my freshman year at the local university. I have had more part-time jobs over the past few years than I could list, but this summer, I found one that I really like--pool maintenance. I live in a modest apartment, but I am only a few miles from some large estates that all feature private backyards with impressive pools, hot tubs, and even outdoor showers. For the most part, the work is pretty easy. Checking and adding chemicals, cleaning filters, and vacuuming the pool floor are the only tasks required at most places, and I love that my summer wardrobe is about as basic as it gets--a pair of board shorts and some deck shoes. I am in and out of most places within a half-hour. But there is one large home where I typically spend a couple of hours each week since the owners want me to do other tasks like hose down the large patio and pool deck and even clean the outdoor shower next to the pool. It is a beautiful and very private set-up on Mountain View Pass that even includes a small cabana house near the pool.
In the interest of honesty, I guess I should mention that there are two other reasons that I look forward to my duties at this house every Wednesday--the mother named Naomi and her daughter Kayla who just graduated from high school. Naomi is probably in her late 30's, but she stays active with swimming and yoga, and so she could easily pass for a younger woman. Kayla has a summer job as a lifeguard at the local public pool, and she is usually wearing her red one-piece Speedo suit with the word "GUARD" emblazoned in white letters near the neckline of the suit. Naomi's taste in swimsuits tends much more to the sexy, and I generally see her in skimpy bikinis with those ties at the sides of the bottoms. I keep hoping that one day she'll give those strings a pull and enjoy the pool the way nature intended, but so far that scene has only played out in my active imagination.
As I said, I usually look forward to my Wednesdays working at this house, but last week my duties took on an entirely new level of interest. It was getting late in the afternoon, and I was just finishing the pool cleaning. I had ditched my deck shoes and my shirt since I was hosing down the deck, and so I was wearing only a colorful pair of board shorts. As I worked at the far end of the pool, I saw Naomi and Kayla step out onto the patio. Naomi was wearing a sundress made of light material and Kayla had just returned home after her lifeguard duties at the local pool. She was still wearing her red one-piece swimsuit that did very little to hide her beautiful young feminine figure. I could see that they were engaged in a rather animated discussion, and then I noticed Naomi wave me over. Not sure what this was all about, I set down the hose and walked over to them. As I got closer, the body language of the two women presented an interesting contrast. Naomi was energetic and her smile indicated that she was happy. Kayla, on the other hand, looked a bit uncomfortable and her expression was one of nervous embarrassment.
"Something I can do to help?" I asked.
"I think you can," Naomi replied. "I need a willing young man for a special request, and I think you will do quite nicely. My request may seem a bit unusual, but I assure you I will make it well worth your time."
"That's a bit cryptic," I answered as I looked back and forth between the two. "I think you better fill me in on what you have in mind."
"As I say, it's going to sound unusual, but I am still hoping you will agree," Naomi replied with some hesitation in her voice. "It's actually more for Kayla's benefit."
"Mom, please!" Kayla blurted out, clearly mortified by the situation. "I will figure it out on my own."
"Now I am getting uncomfortable here," I said. "Figure what out? Someone better explain what's going on or I am going to gather up my equipment and leave. I am finished with the pool cleaning."
"Okay, here's the deal," Naomi started to explain. "Kayla is heading off to college in a few weeks, and recently she has been asking me about the kind of things that guys like. You know..."
"Please stop, Mom," Kayla pleaded. "This is so embarrassing."
Unfazed by her daughter's protests, Naomi continued. "So I have been trying to explain some of the basics of the facts of life to my innocent daughter. I'm worried that she might get in over her head when she's away at college and become a victim of sexual pressure in the dorms or at fraternity or sorority parties. I have been trying to explain the ways that she can protect herself, and that includes passing along some insights about sexual aggression and the things that guys might try to seduce her. The problem is, it's not easy to do with just words. I need a healthy young specimen to use as a teaching aid."
"A specimen?" I asked a bit nervously. "You make it sound like a laboratory project. I don't think I have ever been referred to as a specimen. What exactly are you asking me to do?"
"Okay, I will be blunt," Naomi went on. "The functions of the male body, in particular the sexual parts, are very difficult for a Mom to explain to a daughter in words. As usual, my husband is never around to help with these things. So what I am proposing is that you allow me to demonstrate some techniques using you as my living teaching tool."
Naomi seemed far too eager to begin this wild experiment, but when I looked over at Kayla, I noticed that her head was down and her face was flush with embarrassment. "So let me see if I have this straight," I responded. "You want me to strip down and do one or both of you right here on the patio to show Kayla how it's done?"
"Not exactly," Naomi answered, "and 'doing it' is not the goal here. I am more interested in showing Kayla how a boy responds to touching and how to make the intimate experience more pleasurable for her and any guy she might be with. I want her to be knowledgeable and confident so she can look out for herself."
"So what's in it for me?" I asked.
"Believe me, you can expect a very generous bonus for your services," Naomi replied with a devious smile. "But I have a feeling that if this goes the way I hope it will, you are going to get more out of the experience that a few extra bucks in your pocket."
I told her that I would need some time to think about her bizarre proposition, and as I collected my equipment, I noticed Kayla and her mother in another animated discussion. I wasn't sure how to read Kayla. On one hand, she seemed mortified that the discussion was even happening, but at the same time, I could see a look of curiosity in her eyes. There was no doubt that I could use some extra cash, but I also had to admit that the whole idea was more than a bit exciting. After I had made up my mind, I walked back over to where they were standing.
"You mentioned a generous bonus," I said after I had packed up my gear. "Can you elaborate?"
"I was thinking of doubling your hourly wage," Naomi replied. "Twice the money for the same amount of work. Pool work that is."
"I think I am willing to do it," I said, "assuming that I can stop at any time if it starts to get uncomfortable or weird. But I will need some time to think this over. Can I give you my answer next week?"
"Of course," Naomi said. "Text me if the answer is 'yes' so I make arrangements and be sure that Kayla will be home."
Most guys I know would have made their decision on the spot, but this proposal was so bizarre that I wanted to weigh all of the considerations. After a few days, I texted Naomi and told her I was willing to give it a try. After that, my mind was spinning with thoughts about what was about to happen to me. On the next Wednesday, my usual day at their estate on Mountain View Pass, I noticed that Naomi was watching me closely from the patio as I completed my pool duties. When my work was done and my equipment was stowed, I sheepishly walked over to the patio.
"Kayla!" Naomi called out. "Chris is here and ready for our first session."
