This is a short novel in five chapters. It is a romantic novel but don't worry, plenty of sex. It should be read in sequence. I hope you find it interesting and worthy of your time.
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The spread in People magazine was nice to see. Good for business. But I'm ahead of myself. Way ahead. Let me go back a dozen years. If you had seen me in high school you would say, with reason, "no way". Smart, yes, nerdy, definitely. Outgoing, nope.
I was probably a rather typical kid if truth be known. Rather shy, clammed up around pretty girls. Maybe 5ft 10, kind of skinny. My sport was track. Rather good in the sprints. Oh, and swimming. Like a fish, my mom would say.
Anyway you get the picture. Ordinary high school kid. Graduated with a B+ average, wanted to college major in science, but not real sure just what. Got some financial assistance from State so went there. Besides my two best buds also were headed that way.
During the summer between high school and college I put on another couple of inches in height, a process that continued during my freshman year. I was about 6ft 3 and filled out some. I dropped track but continued with the swimming. I' was good.
Freshman year went ok, lots of new situations. I paid more attention to girls and they with me. Still a virgin however. Kind of scared to initiate anything and besides, my upbringing told me the first time had to be with that special girl. Hadn't met her yet, however.
Summer break between my freshman and soph years I worked for a pool cleaning company. After a couple of weeks of training I was sent out on a regular cleaning route among the pools.
My life began that particular Friday. I was filling in for Jim and was sent to this fancy house. Big pool, beautiful house. Some big money there. Mrs. de Agastino let me in. As I started cleaning she sat down in chair near the pool and chatted me up. She was one good looking woman, easy of the eyes as they say. Blond, my type. Modest but perky boobs barely held in her bikini top. Just enough bottom bikini to be street legal, maybe.
"When you're done, would you like something to drink?"
"Sure, water, lemonade, whatever. That would be great."
"Call me Janelle."
Janelle was real easy to talk with, asked me the usual about school, what I liked, my job, girls.
"When's your day off"
"Tomorrow and Sunday. People want to use their pools on the weekends."
"I like talking with you, a regular guy. Come on by tomorrow and we can continue our visit. Oh and bring your swim suit. Might as well use the pool."
"OK, what time would be good?"
"Oh, say about one o'clock. I'll have some snacks."
"I need to get going, I'm late for my next pool job. But I'll be back tomorrow. Thanks."
My roommates, Josh and Carl, kidded me up as I related my afternoon experience."
"She's after your bod, John."
"Yeh, her husband's out of town and she's horny. Better be careful. He might come back any moment. With a gun."
"She didn't say anything about a husband. Maybe divorced. She was very nice and we had a nice chat. ."
"One of those 'nice personality' types, huh. What's she like?"
"Older than me, maybe 24 or 25. Tall, about, I would guess, 5ft 10, slender. Blonde, which you know I like. Longish hair. Great body. She looked very sexy in that bikini. Not too much up top, maybe B cups. Tight ass, bubble butt."
"In your dreams."
And so it went. But afterwards I did begin to wonder a bit. Really good looking woman, friendly, fancy place. Must be some money there. What about a husband?
I found myself thinking about which swim suit to wear. The little one I used competitively or the much more modest one. I am quite well endowed as they say and used to be embarrassed with my Speedo bulge. Get a grip, John. Don't make a fool of yourself by showing up with that suit. Well, ok, bring both.
"Hi, John. Right on time. Come on in. I was just setting up some snacks and drinks out by the pool. I hope you brought your suit, it's a great day to use the pool.
"I'm glad to have someone to talk to. The last few weeks I haven't felt much like getting out and around. No shopping, not much visiting with friends. Been busy working on a project of mine."
After some lunch and chit chat Janelle (first names now) said she was going to change into her suit. I could use the cabana to change. I chose my regular suit, no way would the Speedo be appropriate.
On the other hand, Janelle came out sporting a tiny white bikini that contrasted beautifully with her tanned body. Trying not to stare (too much), I did decide that she must shave down there, no way that bikini bottom would cover much.
"There you are. Oh, I thought you were on the swim team. I was expecting you to have one of those Speedo type suits. What a shame."
All kinds of thoughts started swimming, so the speak, in my head.
"Actually I brought both types but ..."
"Go put the other one on. I think it will look great with that nice body of yours."
As I came out of the cabana Janelle dove from the board. Very nice, clean dive. I quickly jumped into the water, still afraid my suit was inappropriate. I needn't have worried.
"Nice suit. Looks like you have about outgrown it."
We played in the water some. She was a good swimmer and could almost keep up with me. Her dives were much better than mine, not my strong suit. It was really difficult to keep from staring. She looked terrific in that bikini.
"Well, that's enough for me." Janelle sat up on the edge of the pool, legs in the water. She spread her legs some, a camel toe visible. I tried to keep eye contact.
"Tell me about your girl friends."
"Nothing to tell. I really don't have anyone special. Some girls who are 'friends' but not 'girl friends'. Been busy with school and besides I find it hard to initiate conversations with girls. I'm shy and get tongue tied."
"You're good looking, nice personality. You don't seem to have a problem talking with me. Nice body and that bulge promises a good cock. Have you fooled around with anyone? Are you a virgin?"
"Um, yeah."
"I can't believe some girl hasn't jumped on you. Stupid college girls passing up a hulk like you. Well, their loss, my gain. I haven't had a virgin boy since back in college. Want to have some fun with me?"
"What about your husband?"
"I'm divorced. Been divorced for a year. He traveled a lot and had several bimbos on the side. I finally got fed up. He was wealthy, not that he did anything to make it. Family money. But I knew some things about his business dealings. So I did really good in the settlement as you can see.
