Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains
Chapter two
Kay woke up early the next morning and as she worked the sleep out of her mind, she discovered, much to her dismay, that she was feeling a bit edgy. Although she'd have never done so if she'd been fully awake, she grudgingly attributed her condition to being sexually unsatisfied. Her husband Stu-the cause of her condition-was still sound asleep, was snoring away next to her. She carefully slid out of the bed, slipped on a fluffy pink terrycloth robe, and walked down the hallway to the bathroom.
When she emerged from the bathroom she headed for the kitchen, intending to make coffee. She walked into the kitchen and found Frankie, wearing a white T-shirt and cutoff jeans, sitting at the table, drinking a glass of orange juice.
The minute she saw the young man, she recalled the prurient thoughts she'd had about him the previous night, felt her face growing warm, and knew she was blushing. "Ah...good...good morning, Frankie," she said.
"Good morning, Aunt Kay," the young man replied. His face, too grew red.
Kay looked at her friend's son and realized she hadn't really grasped the fact that he'd grown up before this, but he certainly had. Frankie was a few inches taller than she was and looked a little stocky. He looked solid, though, not flabby. He had short brown hair and wore glasses. He was, she thought, quite handsome and he had a very inviting smile. She knew from how his mother bragged about him her that he was a bright boy, who did very well, in his academic subjects in school. And he was one of the most polite kids she'd ever encountered.
She'd known him since he was a baby and they'd always been very close. In fact, even though they weren't related, the young man called her "Aunt Kay." In the last few years, however, she noticed that he seemed to be acting shy and nervous around her. The odd thing was that Frankie never had bonded with her husband the way he had with her. Sometimes she thought it bugged Stu that she and Frankie were so close.
As she looked at Frankie, Kay thought about how much the young man had changed in the time she'd known him. He was no longer the roly-poly little boy who used to climb up in her lap and ask her to read to him. He had, she realized, matured into a handsome young man. "What are you doing up so early, Frankie?" she asked.
"Ah...I...I...usually get up early and go for a swim when we're up here in the summer," he replied. "It's kind of neat to get in the water this early. It really wakes you up, you know?"
"That sounds like fun," Kay replied. Impulsively, she heard herself adding, "Would you mind if I joined you this morning?"
Frankie looked surprised by her request. "Ah...no...I...I guess not," he replied. His face grew even redder.
"Well...I guess I...I...I better go put on my suit if I'm going swimming with you," Kay said. She had no idea why she was doing this, but she'd committed herself. She went back to her bedroom to get her swimsuit. Stu was still snoring away, oblivious to the world. She'd be surprised if he woke up much before ten. She carefully sorted through the swimsuits in her suitcase, trying to decide which one to wear. She finally took one out of her suitcase, held it up, and paused. It was a black bikini, with gold highlights on the bra and a very tiny black bottom. The suit was very daring; far more so than any suit she'd ever owned before. She left the other, more conservative, suits she had brought with her in the suitcase and slipped the black bikini-what there was of it-on. Then she put on one of her husband's shirts to cover her-and the suit. "I wonder if Frankie will like my suit?" she wondered as she walked back to the kitchen. Her insides were churning. This was kind of exciting!
Frankie, holding two towels, was waiting for her in the kitchen. When Kay walked in, he smiled and opened the door. "I got some towels for us. You ready to go?" he asked.
"As ready as I'm going to get, I guess," Kay replied.
They walked down to the dock that jutted out into the lake in front of the Bobar cabin.
Frankie stopped when they reached the dock. "I usually take the canoe out to the float and swim there," he said, nodding toward a small raft floating some distance from shore. "You can swim off the dock, but the water's deeper out there, it makes swimming better."
"The float sounds good to me," Kay said. "So does the canoe ride."
Frankie slid the canoe into the water, then got in the tipsy craft and held it steady while Kay climbed into the tipsy craft cautiously and got herself settled.
