I was so excited to see my son's name on my phone. He's in his final year of University and I hardly ever hear from him anymore. He only comes home at Christmas and summer break. Spring Break is next week and I didn't expect him to come home, but I had hoped.
"Jacob!" I answer enthusiastically.
"Hey mom! I can't talk long but I need a favor!" He said in a rush. "A couple of my frat brothers are driving down to Mexico for spring break. Can they stay at your house for a night or two on their way down?"
I groaned. Whenever Jacob's home my house becomes a frat house, laundry, beer cans, and trash. "How many, exactly?"
"Just Austin, Declan, and Isaac. They'll be on their best behavior, I promise."
I agree reluctantly and get started on getting the house ready for three grown men with the minds of adolescent boys.
Friday afternoon the door bell rings. I open the door to three strapping young men on my front porch, each with a large bag. I am immediately enveloped in a tight 4-person hug, each boy as excited to see me as if I were there own mother. I forget that some of these boys don't get home very often.
I show them to their room and offer them some ice cold beer after they settle in.
The first boy to come down was Austin. He was average height with model like features and looked to be a strong body that came from working out frequently. During our discussion I find out he's an avid gym rat. He's majoring in psychology, but plans to become a personal trainer after college. He takes one look out my back door and offers to mow my lawn. My husband died when Jacob was 9 and since Jacob went off to college the lawn only gets mowed when I get around to calling a gardener.
I watch out the window as he takes off his shirt and starts the mower, his muscles rippling as he rears back with the cord. That young man is going to make some girl very happy someday.
My dirty thoughts are interrupted by Declan. "Thanks for letting us stay Mrs. Baker." Declan is tall, closer the 6 feet, lean with a swimmer's body, light brown hair and the lightest brown eyes I've ever seen, almost a tan color. I remember Jacob telling me he was a state champion swimmer in high school and is studying to be an engineer.
"Please, call me Lila." I tell him as I had him a beer. He notices Austin mowing my lawn. Not to be outdone by his overachieving frat brother, he asks what he can do to help. I tell him the weed wacker is in the garage if he'd like to start on the trim. He takes his shirt off on the way out the door and throws it at me with a smile. I allow myself a brief look at his shorts, the way his firm ass fills it out nicely. It's only when he's out of sight that I notice someone standing next to me. Isaac. He's watching me watch the shirtless young men in my yard with a grin. I'm a little embarrassed to be caught perving on these kids by my son's best friend. I'd never met Isaac, but I feel like I have. Jacob talks about him all the time. He's a surfer kid from LA. His father died when he was young, which is what bonded the boys. He grabs the beer I hand him and fingers brush briefly. "What do you want me to do for you." I imagine his face buried between my legs, my fingers gripping his shoulder-length blonde hair.
I step out of the dirty daydream. His smile is wide like he was seeing the same image I was.
"I could just use some company." I link my arm through his and step out onto the back porch and direct him to the patio furniture. I sit on the love seat and he plops down next to me. He whips his shirt over his head. What is with these boys and their perfect bodies? They look like works of art.
"Sorry." He says when he notices me staring at his abs. "I just didn't want to be the only one here with a shirt on." He laughs and looks down at my shirt. "Oh, oops. I guess I'm not."
