Divorcée gets his groove back with two willing neighborhood women.
I got this idea when I was out walking the dog on a warm Saturday afternoon and ran into a couple of pretty young moms helping their kids out at a lemonade stand. One mom made a derogatory comment about her husband while the other mom seemed like she was single. My imagination ran wild from there writing this story in a few days.
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Chapter 1: A New Start
My life was a wreck. My wife had left me a month ago, and when I thought about it, I couldn't blame her.
I was a thirty-year-old workaholic and hadn't exercised in years. I had a pasty complexion and flabby body. All I focused on were problems at work. My house was a mess and I'd neglected upkeep for years. The only thing I had to show for it was a job title and a healthy bank account.
My birthday came and went with only a phone call from my mom. As I ate alone, I took stock of my situation, and made a commitment that I would start placing my own physical, social, and mental needs first. I'd always been able to focus on a singular goal which had been work for the last five years. That was going to change tomorrow.
I thought of just quitting my job, but then thought it through. Others at the engineering firm I worked at were able to have balanced, healthy lives. Why couldn't I?
The next morning, I asked Alice, my assistant, to join me in my office.
"What can I do for you," Alice asked, as she came in with her laptop.
"Alice, I need to change my life here at the office," I said. "I looked in the mirror and I'm not happy with who I see staring back. I still love my job and my career, but have been putting all my focus on it at the detriment of my mental and physical well-being.
"I want you to go through my calendar and look to start meetings no earlier than eight AM and no later than four PM. Reschedule dinners to lunches to free up my time in the evenings. Look to reduce travel by using video conferencing."
"It's about time, Drew," Alice said. "I'd suggest that we look to cut all your hour-long meetings to half an hour, unless they absolutely need it and can justify the time."
I followed up my session with Alice by talking to our president, who I reported to.
"Kenji, I'm making some changes in how I work," I said. "I'm still committed to the business and our success, but want to carve out some time to create more balance in my life. As you know, I've gone through a divorce and let my body go."
"Drew, I'm glad to hear this," Kenji said. "You'll find that you'll become more efficient and effective while being able to apply more energy to the hours you are working."
I left for home early for the first time in years. On the way home, I joined the local gym and bought some good running shoes. That evening, I went for my first run in almost a decade, and came home to clean out my cupboards and fridge of poor food choices.
My new attitude didn't die out after the initial burst. With my extra time, I fixed up the house and the yard so neighbors wouldn't cringe at the state of them when they walked by.
Chapter 2: Lemonade Stand Introduction
After a month, I did find myself a bit lonely, sitting around the house, but I wasn't ready to embark
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on starting a relationship yet. I did settle on getting a dog for some companionship. They were always happy to see you and loved you unconditionally. I ended up settling for a Bernese Mountain dog which were large dogs with a friendly disposition.
I picked up 'Bear' a week later from the breeder, and o then, I had the additional responsibility of walking and training a very cute puppy. My only issue with Bear was that he wasn't the best breed to take on a run. I ended up running in the mornings, so I could take him out for evening walks.
The upside of walking a cute puppy around was that I met many of my neighbors and the other dogs in our neighborhood.
On a following Saturday, I passed by a lemonade stand being run by a pair of seven-year-old girls. The girls both wanted to pet Bear and I took them up on their offer of a cool glass of lemonade. Their moms, who were supervising from the driveway, both came forward to introduce themselves as Cathy and Karen, as their girls went scampering away.
"Are you the man who moved in down the block?" Cathy asked. "We've seen you running and fixing up the place."
"I have to admit that I'm not new to the neighborhood," I said, sheepishly. "I'm a recovering workaholic who finally reformed his ways and reset his priorities."
"Wow, I should get you to coach Rick," Cathy said, as she looked me up and down.
"I take it that your husband isn't around as much as you'd like?" I asked.
"That deadbeat is never around," Karen said. "You should do what I did and kick him to the curb."
"I'm not there yet," Cathy said. "I just wish he'd spend some more time with us and that we could get some alone time."
"Maybe we need to sell your hard body to him more effectively," Karen said. "Show a bit more skin or maybe spice up your bedroom game."
Cathy was blushing at Karen's comments, and said, "Well, maybe, but we should discuss this more in private."
"Now, that's the attitude," Karen said boldly, and winked at me.
"Ladies, I'll leave you to your plans," I said, and added, "wish I was there for the show."
"Drew, why don't you come over to my place next Saturday," Karen offered. "I'm having a pool party. You can meet some more of the neighbors, and I'll get Cathy in some better attire."
"That'd be great," I said.
"Put your phone number in here," Karen said, as she passed me her phone. "I'll message you with the timing."
"What can I bring?" I asked.
"Just a bathing suit and that new and improved body," Karen said, with a smile.
"Well, I'm nothing special compared to you two," I said, giving them both a kind smile.
I walked away with Bear, pleased that I had made some closer acquaintances with Cathy and Karen. They were both beautiful in different ways. Karen was more of waif with delicate features and blonde hair, while Cathy was a tall brunette with a well-built hardbody. You could tell that she worked out and was in great shape. I was guessing that they were both in their late twenties or maybe thirty.
They clearly had both had children early. My wife and I had tried but had no success, partially owing to the fact that I was neglectful with my attention.
Chapter 3: Pool Party
On Monday, Karen texted me the details of the afternoon-pool-and-barbeque party.
I knew she didn't need me to bring anything, but thought it'd be remiss of me to not show up with anything. I brought some chilled white wine and a bouquet of balloons on sticks for the kids.
I showed up a half hour after the start time, and was assaulted with the screams of kids running around the backyard. All the kids saw the balloon animals and came forward as I offered each of them their own balloon. They were a big hit until one of the balloons burst. Luckily, I had an extra to avert a disaster.
"That was thoughtful and kind," Cathy said, as I gave out the last of my gifts. "Do I get one as well?"
"For you and the other adults, I brought wine," I said, pulling out two bottles of sauvignon blanc white wine.
"Aren't you the gentleman," Karen said, as she came in from the deck wearing a see-through wrap with a skimpy bikini on underneath, revealing her toned limbs and abs.
Cathy was wearing an athletic one-piece bathing suit showing off her toned shoulders and firm breasts.
"I see Karen inspired you to wear less," I said to Cathy.
"I really wanted her to wear a skimpy two piece," Karen said. "But we had to settle for this."
"Not that it would have mattered," Cathy said. "Rick is gone for the weekend with the guys."
"You could have done it for Drew," Karen teased. "I saw you looking at his toned butt when he walked away last Saturday."
Cathy blushed a bit and was flustered and just went to get a glass of wine.
"Well, I appreciate your outfit," I said to Karen. "I love the filmy cover that gives great views."
Karen smiled, and said, "You're still wearing too much with those surf shorts. I do like the toned abs and how tall you are. Let me introduce you to the other folks."
There were five other ladies including Cathy. There was only one other guy here, named Pete, who was the husband of Sarah.
"You are brave coming here alone," Pete commented. "I have to leave in half an hour, leaving you to all the ladies."
"I ran into Karen and Cathy walking the dog last weekend," I said. "I didn't realize it was going to be a hen fest. That being said, they all seem lovely, and I'll consider myself lucky to be in their company this afternoon."
Beyond Karen and Cathy, I met Barb who was probably in her early forties, but was still in great shape. She introduced me to her elder stunning daughter, Hannah, who was leading the kid activities.
Betty and Wilma were the other moms here with their daughters.
"Can I help with the barbequing," I asked Karen.
"That would be a huge help," Karen said, with relief. She took me to her barbeque and showed me the hot dogs and burgers that were for the kids, and the shrimp and tuna steaks for the adults.
Doing the cooking gave me a great opportunity to talk to everyone who came over and asked if they could help.
After I served the kids, they all went inside with Hannah, while I cooked up the adult food. Karen served up salads to go with the seafood, and we all sat around a large table taking in the afternoon sun.
Wilma, Betty, Sarah, Barbara, and Hannah all took their leave and headed home. It left me with Cathy and Karen at the table, sipping wine while their daughters played inside.
"Barbara had the hots for you," Karen commented. "And I caught her daughter sneaking glances, as well. So, what do you like better, a cougar or an eighteen-year-old teenager?"
"Maybe both," I joked.
"At the same time?" Karen shot back.
