After the prom, Bobby decided it was time to get his life straightened out. He loved Paula. His relationship with her meant a lot to him and he didn't want to do anything that could cause him to lose her. If he kept sleeping with other women, losing Paula was a distinct possibility so, much as he hated to do it, he had to give up his other lovers. He wasn't sure how he was going to extricate himself from the other relationships he was involved in, but it was something he had to do.
He was sitting in his bedroom, pondering his dilemma, when the phone rang. He was home alone, so he answered it.
"Bobby," the voice on the other end said, "This is Stacey."
"Hey, Stacey," Bobby said. The caller was Stacey Dixon, a shy boy a year younger than Bobby. They hung out at the mall and talked about girls a lot, so Bobby knew his friend shared a lot of the same feelings about women he had. Bobby also knew Stacey didn't date much and, in fact, had been unable to get a date for the prom. As he talked to his friend, an idea began to form in Bobby's mind. "I wonder..." he mused, as Stacey talked about something that he'd read on the Internet, "If Stacey could assume some of my, ah, duties?"
"Stacey," Bobby said, "You know I'm going to college in the fall and I've been trying to think of someone who can take over a lot of the odd jobs I have. You interested?"
"Oh, wow!" Stacey replied. "Am I ever! I've been trying to find a job for summer vacation and I haven't had any luck. I was afraid I'd have to flip hamburgers or something."
"Maybe you won't have to," Bobby said. "Look, why don't you come over? I can take you around and introduce you to some of the people I work for."
"Great!" Stacey said. "Thanks a lot, Bob."
"I think I'll start with Nicole," Bobby thought after he finished talking with his friend. He dialed his attractive neighbor's number.
"Hello?" Nicole Everett's voice caressed Bobby's ear, causing a flash of warmth deep in his body. He knew he had to stop seeing her, but the wild times he'd shared with his gorgeous neighbor were something he'd always remember with great fondness. She was a fantastic lover! She was the first adult woman he'd slept with and, for reasons he'd never quite understood, his favorite. Other than Paula, he probably cared for Nicole the most of all the women he'd slept with.
"Nicole," Bobby said, "You know I...I'm going to college in the fall, so I'm not going to be able to keep doing all the things I've been doing and..."
"Bobby, darling, what are you saying?" the woman asked. He could hear the upset in her voice. "I thought..." Deep down, Nicole knew her relationship with the young man would have to come to an end some day. But now, confronted with that reality, she experienced a tremendous sense of loss. What was she going to do? How was she going to survive without the thrills he gave her? He satisfied her, kept her happy. Since her husband no longer seemed to have any interest in making love to her, Bobby was the only person who kept her sane.
"Look, Nicole," Bobby said quickly, "I have a friend, a really nice guy. He, ah, he's a lot like me and he can do everything I can do."
"Really?" Nicole said. She felt a rush of anticipation. Was Bobby suggesting that he might have someone who could take his place in every way? She wondered what Bobby's friend was like and found the prospect of breaking in another young man incredibly exciting. "Everything, Bobby?" she whispered.
"Ah..." Bobby knew exactly what she was asking. "I...I wouldn't be surprised," he said. "He doesn't date much, so you may have to encourage him a little, but if you do..."
Nicole experienced another rush of excitement. Apparently the young man Bobby was talking about wasn't very sexually experienced, but Bobby thought he'd be willing to learn. A thrill tore through her. "Well," she purred, "I guess it wouldn't hurt anything if I met him, would it?"
"His name is Stacey. He's coming over to my place in a little while," Bobby said. "I'll bring him over and introduce you."
"Wonderful," Nicole replied. She couldn't wait.
It wasn't long before Stacey arrived at Bobby's house. "So who will I be working for?" he asked, obviously excited.
"There are quite a few people I do work for. I'll start by introducing you to the lady across the street," Bobby said. "Her name is Nicole Everett. I mow their lawn and clean their pool. They pay really well. Come on, I'll take you over and introduce you to Mrs. Everett. Her husband's on the road a lot, so she needs a lot of help with stuff around the house."
The two young men walked across the street and up the walk to the Everett home. Bobby rang the doorbell and Nicole answered the door.
Nicole smiled, and stepped back as the two young men walked into her house. "Well, he's a lot smaller than Bobby, kind of skinny, actually," she thought, observing Bobby's companion, "But he looks like a nice boy. And Bobby did recommend him..."
Stacey couldn't believe how gorgeous the woman whose house his friend had brought him to was. He hadn't expected this! He thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen! He stood there, his jaw dangling, speechless.
"Mrs. Everett, this is Stacey Dixon," Bobby said. "He's the guy I told you about. He's willing to mow your lawn and clean your pool for you."
"I'm very pleased to meet you, Stacey," Nicole said. She offered her hand to the young man. He took it and the fact that she could feel him trembling excited her.
"Ah...pleased to meet you, ah, Mrs. Everett," Stacey said. Just shaking hands with her had him half-hard. He couldn't believe it!
Nicole was wearing a jade green knit shirtdress that buttoned all the way from the neck to the hem. It was made of soft fabric and clung to her lithe curved body like a second skin. The skit ended at her knees, but she'd left the bottom few buttons open, so a substantial amount of lovely tan leg was exposed. "Did Bobby explain all the things he's been doing for me?" she asked.
"I explained about the lawn and the pool," Bobby said quickly. He hadn't been able to figure out how to explain his other "duties" to his friend. "I thought you and he could work out any other stuff you want him to do," he said, smiling at Mrs. Everett. "And how much you're going to pay him, too."
