The names, characters, places and events in this book are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. All characters are over the age of 18. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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They sat out on a couple of recliners in Heather Dooley's back yard listening to some Waylon on a country music station which masked the dull roar of traffic along I-90. The evening was warm and lit by scented candles while Big Dipper fireflies flashed as they danced among the bushes. Hershel and Heather were relaxed and drowsy, both having taken a few knocks of Jack. They stuck with Tennessee after discovering that both of their families had moved to Ohio back in the boom years of the 1950s and both still had distant relatives back in Tennessee that hadn't made that journey. Her family had roots in Nashville while his were more from the Appalachians east of Knoxville.
"Truth or dare," Hershel Myler said.
Heather turned her head and gazed at him. She smiled. "OK, truth then."
Earlier, she had asked him to tell an embarrassing family secret and he had told her about his second or third cousin once removed or something like that, Dan, who'd run off with a stripper and a bag stuffed with Mob cash. Neither had ever been heard from again and everyone thought the pair was wearing a pair of cement overshoes at the bottom of Lake Douglas or somewhere. But you never know.
"Truth then," Hershel thought for a moment. "You ever done it with a woman?"
"What! Why do you wanna know that?" Her whiskey spilled over her glass as she sat up, her boobs swaying.
This wasn't exactly a denial.
"Well? Have you? Ever been with a woman?" he asked.
Heather squirmed on her lounger and even in the half-light, Hershel could tell she was blushing. "Okay but you can't tell anyone. Promise?"
In the dusk, she saw his head nod in assent.
"Right then," she said after a long pause. "I'm trusting y'all here. This happened eight or nine years ago when I'd just left high school," and then she told her man something she had never told anyone else...
Heather was eighteen and at a bit of a loose end as she hadn't sorted out a summer job yet so she was chilling at home until she got a call from one of her girlfriends, Callie Lamb. It turned out Callie was looking after a big mansion over by the Lakeside for her uncle while his family was vacationing in Hawaii so Callie was just keeping an eye on it. But she was feeling a bit isolated and bored and wanted some company.
"Come on over, girl, I'm home alone here and I've got food in the fridge and a pool just going to waste," Callie said.
Heather thought for a moment. So far she'd sent out several resumes for summer jobs but hadn't heard anything as yet. If nothing picked up, she'd look at volunteering at a thrift store. So why not? Not like she had anything else planned for the day.
"Sure, where's it at?"
Callie gave directions. "Come round the back," she added.
"Yeah, I'm on my way!" With that, Heather threw a bag together, hopped into her ancient Chevy Spark and a while later was pulling up the security guard's hut at the Lakeside gated community.
The guy, a buff looking dude, probably a wannabe cop; who if he wasn't ten years older than her, she might have flirted, gave her a grin.
"It's on Hollytree Lane. You can't miss it -- it's the blue one on the right," he told her as he lifted the barrier.
She waved her thanks and soon came to the house. As the guard said, it was a large, two-story property with blue siding. The front was dominated by a pillared portico above which was a huge, rectangular picture window flooding the double height hallway with light. Under the sunshine, the lawns were nicely manicured and a gravel driveway swept round to the portico. To the right side was a triple garage with what looked like a small apartment above.
"How the other half live," she said to herself, leaving the shabby old Spark out of sight behind the garage. She knew Callie came from a wealthy family, her dad was a dentist, but this uncle was out of sight. A narrow path led between the side of the house and some rhododendrons and a minute later, she saw the pool at the bottom of the yard. It shone invitingly cool and blue reflecting the sky. Surrounding it was a paved area with several white plastic recliners and potted palms and there was a low diving board.
"You made it! Yay!" Callie squealed. "We're gonna have us some fun!"
Callie swung herself up off the recliner and stood with her arms outstretched. Heather saw that her friend had not changed any since she'd last seen her a few weeks before. She was a petite young woman, standing no more than 5'2" and 105 soaking wet. Under her black bikini, she had tiny little teacup breasts and a flat stomach with a gold ring through her belly button which Heather envied. She also admired the other girl's trim hips and slim ass. Her hair was black, cut in a cute bob which suited her pert face with its gently curved nose. Callie had dark, almost almond shaped eyes and a golden skin which tanned easily and, not for the first time, Heather wondered if there was more than a hint of Chinese in her friend's heritage.
Heather trotted over and hugged her friend. They kissed but Heather was a little surprised when Callie kissed her full on the lips and not the cheek as she'd expected. She saw that the woman had pierced her tongue.
"You're looking good, Callie. How long are you looking after this place?"
"Only 'til next week. I'm not allowed any parties or any boys round otherwise they'd kill me. But they said I could have one or two girls over as long as they behaved themselves. Which we will, won't we?" Callie winked as she said this and Heather felt that they could still have some fun together.
"Yay! Pool!" Heather squealed as she shrugged off her T and shorts and was pleased at the look of admiration in her friend's look.
Heather Dooley had full C-cup boobs which filled her peach bikini top nicely. That said, she envied Callie's tiny tits as her own bounced about with a mind of their own when she went out jogging. Lower down, her narrow waist flared out to her hips while below her shorts her long, tanned athletic legs ended in a pair of flip-flops which showed her painted toenails. Heather liked her pretty heart-shaped face with generous lips made for kissing and eyes a clear blue-gray color and her light brown hair with blond highlights running through was tied back in a pony-tail.
