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How It Started, How It's Going Pt 2
How It Started Again.
Bill pulled the car up in front of the garage. He looked across at Casey and said.
"I miss them already."
"Yes, it doesn't seem that long ago they were just starting school and now they are at University. I just wish it wasn't so far away."
"At least with mobile phones we'll get to talk to them whenever we want. Even see them if we use FaceTime. Not like when we left for college."
"Our folks weren't that keen to talk to us anyway. God, nineteen years and it seems to have flown by so quickly." Casey wiped a stray tear from her eye. "I'm going to be thirty nine this year. I'm so old."
"You only look twenty five."
"Liar." Casey shot back but her smile suggested she appreciated the compliment.
"I don't know what you are complaining about. The sands of time seem to be moving a lot quicker in my hourglass." Bill said as he glanced in the rear view mirror at his receding hairline.
"Come on, let's get inside. We'd always fantasise about having the house to ourselves. Now we do."
Casey got out of the car and went to the front door. Bill locked the car and stared up at the house. It had changed so much since they first moved in. The little rundown house in a post war suburb was all they could manage straight out of college with the added expenses of the twins. Now it had a second storey, a pool out the back, shady trees and a garden. The whole street had been transformed as the older people moved out and young professionals moved in. Now the Mercedes and BMW's outnumbered Chevys.
"Hey honey," Bill looked across to see his wife holding the front door open. He hustled across to her. "What were you thinking about?"
"How far we've come I guess. Remember the first time we stood on this doorstep?"
It was Casey turn to look around and assess the surroundings.
"Yep, we've come a long way from a shotgun wedding and two kids."
Their reminiscing was diverted by a moving truck pulling in to the house next door.
"Looks like somebody is finally moving into Sandy and Paul's old house." Bill said as two burly guys got out of the cab.
Leaving the workers to their task they went inside. Saturday afternoon drifted by with Bill on his computer and Casey cleaning up the twin's rooms. After dinner they sat together watching an old movie. Bill was wondering was this their life now? They were on their way to bed when inspiration struck.
"Hey, let's go skinny dipping."
"Get out of here." Casey slapped Bill's arm.
"I'm serious."
"You just want to ogle my tits."
"And what's wrong with that?" Bill was happy Casey hadn't dismissed it out of hand and she hadn't moved to go upstairs. "Come on, there's no kids to catch us."
Casey moved towards the large glass sliding doors that opened out onto the deck and pool area.
"What if one of the neighbours is outside or worse upstairs looking into our backyard?"
The trees block everyone's view except maybe for the new second storey on Sandy and Paul's old house and no one is living in there yet." Bill could see she was considering it. "Come on, live a little." He put his arm around her and squeezed her ass.
"Don't touch what you can't afford." Casey said slapping his hand away. "And go and turn all the lights out. I'm not taking any chances."
Bill quickly scurried around making sure all the lights outside and in the living area were extinguished. Some cloud filtered moonlight lit the deck area but the pool and the rest of the backyard were mostly shaded by trees. When he was done he opened one of the doors and they stepped outside. Casey went to the edge of the pool. She did a slow three sixty degree turn checking out any possible voyeuristic vantage points. Bill joined her and began taking off his shirt.
"Alright, but don't get frisky," Casey warned in a low voice. "They might not be able to see us but they could hear us."
Bill dropped his pants and quickly walked down the steps into the water. Once he was waist deep he plunged under the surface coming back up on the other side.
"It's warmer in then out." Bill said by way of encouragement.
In the murky light he could make out Casey gingerly removing her pants. When she stood up one arm was draped across on her chest hiding her bare breasts. After another glance around she took two steps and dived in. Casey came back to the surface on the same side as Bill but more than an arms length away.
"Shit, it's fucking freezing." She gasped.
"No it isn't, it's beautiful."
"My boobs say it's cold," Casey argued.
"Well I can warm them up very quickly," Bill made a move towards his wife.
"Not likely," Casey pushed back away from the wall.
Bill continued after her until she suddenly changed direction towards him and pushed his head under water. When he came up she was laughing.
"Last one to the end has to get the towels," she said as she set off.
Casey won by an arms length. Bill argued for a rematch but didn't make any headway. He hauled himself out and went back into the house. When he returned Casey was sitting in the water on the third step of the stairs. It meant her head and the tops of her shoulders were out but everything else was hidden. Bill left the towels on a double sun bed close to the edge. He sat down behind his wife on the next step up with his legs either side of her body. He gently laid his hands on her shoulders and started massaging them the way he knew she liked.
"Hmmm, that's nice," Casey relaxed, leaning back. "You know, this night swimming might not be a bad thing after all."
Bill worked on her shoulders for a while. Casey lent forward letting me know she wanted him to go lower. He moved his hands down under the water to her lower back. Tracing the lines of her ribs and spine. Eventually temptation got the better of Bill. He let his fingers creep around her rib cage so the tips brushed the curve of her breasts. There was no attempt to stop him. He took that as a positive sign but returned to working on her back.
Bill assumed they were like most couples. Most of the time sex was in their bedroom. Initiated after a bit of gentle touching by both parties. Only very occasionally was Casey the sexual aggressor. Sometimes when the urge took him Bill would be more forceful. Verbally as well as in physical way. Although it was almost twenty years ago the memory of what had transpired between Casey and the security guard still inspired him. When child free circumstances allowed boundaries were pushed. In the kitchen, or in his office at work. In the car late at night in a multi storey car park or on an isolated country road.
