Don and Katrina's Reunion
Author's comments: I was very intrigued reading the Poolside series of stories by LeoDavis on Literotica, but I was very disappointed that the romance between Katrina and Don was left incomplete and with an uncertain future. As another of the primary characters, Ruth, clearly felt, these lovers needed to be reunited and their love allowed to consume them as it developed to its fullest!
I was so unhappy with the way their love had been left dangling that (even though I'm not a writer) I wrote several drafts of a new chapter and sent them to Leo. In fact, I offered them to him to publish them as a continuation of his series. He told me he liked what I'd done and he encouraged me to continue writing, but he was unwilling to publish them under his name because it wasn't his work. So we've agreed that I will publish this new chapter, and he will refer readers to my work in order to continue the saga of Katrina and Don.
Because this chapter is a continuation of LeoDavis' story, many of the details won't make sense if the reader hasn't read his Poolside series, beginning with "Poolside: Sex With a New Mother" (which has been renamed "Poolside Ch 1"). I strongly recommend reading LeoDavis' earlier Poolside chapters to fully enjoy the story and completely understand everything that happens in this tale. I also would like to thank LeoDavis for his story and for his suggestions to me about how to publish this tale.
Don and Katrina's Reunion
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It was a Saturday morning in late June. I was 25 years old and had just received my PhD degree in Sports Psychology. My dissertation for my PhD was on the psychology of athletes as it pertained to their attitudes about weight training and other physical training, for each of the different collegiate sports.
I had worked many summers as a lifeguard at my hometown country club. But this summer would be different.
I'd applied for, and was very surprised to be accepted for, the position of Assistant Athletic Director and Men's Swimming Team coach at a major Midwestern university that had a reputation for having good mens and women's swimming and diving teams. The job had the chance for advancement, a very good starting salary, great health benefits, and a very nice vacation schedule for the Athletic Department - most of the summer off.
I planned to spend the beginning of the summer getting my possessions together. And renting an U-Haul trailer, use my pickup truck that I replaced my VW with, and its camper on the back, to haul my stuff to the new home I'd purchased on a 30-year loan. I'd bought the home at the time I first visited the city that housed my new university and met some of the staff members, one of whom told me about a good home bargain from a departing faculty member she knew. The price was fair, and I just went ahead and bought it, even though it was larger than I needed, since I didn't have and wasn't planning for a family any time soon. But I felt good knowing I was beginning on a new phase of my life that I'd looked forward to for the last couple years of graduate school.
I'd finally heard from Angie, with whom I had my first real love affair. It was nearly a year after she had returned from Europe and I was beginning work on my doctoral degree at the time that she called me on the phone late one night.
She told me her mother had lied to her about sending the letters she'd written to me when she was on vacation in Europe. She said when she found out about it, she and her mother had a loud argument. Angie said she told her mother all of the things she knew and some of the things she suspected her mother of doing to her and others over the years. She told me she was astonished that her mother admitted to nearly everything she'd accused her of. And her mother seemed to be completely unashamed of any of it.
She said that her mother had decided against trying to implement any sort of 'training' regimen for her since Angie pretty well knew what the training would have been anyway, from things she now knew her mother had done. She told her mother, in no uncertain terms, that she would live her life the way she wanted. Her mother would have to learn to live with it if she wanted to see her daughter anymore. She was of age now and could make her own life decisions, without her mother's or father's help if it had to be that way. And her mother knew she meant it.
Angie was going to college at one of the best East coast women's universities. And she was trying to divorce herself from her mother's influence.
She said she had loved me more than she could stand at the time we were together. But that during her first semester at college, she'd met someone she thought she could love as much as she'd loved me.
She said she understood that marriage between us wasn't attainable, considering our family backgrounds and histories. It would probably never have worked out, no matter what we did.
I told her that I cherished the memory of our short time together. And I wished her a wonderful life, free of the constraints her mother's life style would have imposed on her. I told her I still remembered her as one of the most free, most uninhibited lovers I'd ever had. And I would always remember her that way. I told her I was going to finish up my graduate work and would, eventually, be looking for a job and be moving on from our hometown.
We talked for about an hour more, telling each other of our hopes and dreams. When she hung up, I felt better about our relationship than I ever had before. I felt quite down when we were separated by her mother. It had taken my affair with Katrina to revive me.
I knew I'd always remember Angie fondly. I'd always remember the hailstorm that saved her virginity, for a short time at least. Perhaps, mother nature had been trying to tell us something. But we were too in love to listen.
I went down to the rental agency and picked up a five-by-eight U-Haul trailer. It was easily large enough to carry all of my possessions. I had to have my rear lights modified to be legal for the street.
Once that was accomplished, I headed back to my apartment that I still shared with three other guys. They would be glad to have me out of there for the rest of the summer, since they all had one more year to go to graduate and wanted the extra room to set up a computer lab for themselves. They were into computers much more than I was. And they could afford the extra rent as they all had graduate assistantships.
While I was packing my stuff in the trailer, I remembered back to my last call with Katrina. She still called me on an irregular basis to keep me informed of her progress in attempting to make the Olympic swimming team.
She told me the news of what had happened recently in our hometown while we were both away at college. Richard and Doris Hamilton and Doris's sister Karen and her husband, Jack, had all been arrested and charged with extortion by the federal government. Katrina said that the FBI had been monitoring activity at one of the downtown hotels that they had reports was being used for extortion. Jack, being one of the owners, was the first to be quietly investigated. That led to the Hamiltons' becoming exposed as well.
I told Katrina I didn't really care about any of them anymore. But I wasn't at all unhappy that their hotel bugging activities had been exposed. What I didn't tell her, though I think she suspected anyway, was that I was glad they weren't monitoring the hotel the night Angie and I had our evening together.
Katrina told me that her trials had already started, but that she wasn't very confident she could make the team. She said she was in the best shape of her life. And if she couldn't do it now then she probably never would. But she didn't sound down about it, just a little concerned.
I told her I had confidence in her abilities - and she quipped back "Which ones?" We both laughed at that. I told her I still loved her and believed she had the best swimming abilities that I'd ever witnessed.
