One morning, when I got into work and was going through my email, I got a message from HR saying I was about to lose almost 75 hours of comp time. I called my supervisor and he told me to put in for time off. Since it was summertime and Jen's a teacher, she has summer's off. I called her and asked if she wanted to go to the Oregon coast for a couple of weeks. She said, "Anytime, when do you have in mind."
I looked at my calendar and said, "Let me check and see where I can get in."
Jen said, "See if you can find us someplace fun."
I took my tablet and searched to see if this little campground we had been to with several swinger couples a couple of years ago was still there and if they had any openings. Then we had our smaller trailer and since then, Jen's father had made us one hell of a deal on his big fifth wheel and pickup truck when they bought their new motorhome.
I got the phone number of the RV park and called. The owner told me he was trying to sell the place but when I reminded him that I had helped him fix some problems with his wi-fi and other things, he said that he would be glad to have us and that he even had one site he had put a large electrical outlet in for the big rigs we could use. On the down side, he could only fit us in for 12 days. I called Jen and gave her the dates then put them in for my vacation time off.
The Oregon coast in summer is a beautiful place, or can be. It also can be rainy and foggy. To this fact, I bring my own firewood. I'm a little sneaky and treat my firewood with a mixture of paraffin and hydraulic oil which waterproofs the wood. The truck and trailer loaded, we headed out on an early Tuesday morning.
We got down there and the weather was perfect. Just a slight breeze but warm enough for Jen to wear her bikini. I needed my dark glasses, not for the sun but so as not to be obvious while I was ogling the young beauties tanning on the sand in front of us. This RV park is an older, fairly basic one, but it's shielded by trees and far enough from the highway to muffle the noise.
The weather that first week was perfect. Bright sunny days, evening fires, meeting people, walks on the beach and just relaxing. We were the only big RV there, though there were a couple of trailers and older motorhomes and a lot of tents. There were several tent spaces in the sand, some in front of us. On Sunday, most of the campers moved out except for the two older motorhomes which looked like they were there on a semi-permeant basis.
On Monday, a few campers came in and a couple of tents. Then these two young men in a Kia pulled up next to us and asked if they could park there until they got their tent set up. One, Brent, was tall, muscular lad, with long black hair, the other, Tim, had short red hair, not quite as tall and a slim build. The wind was picking up and Jen went in to put a jacket over her bikini which I could tell disappointed the boys.
She sat beside our firepit, mostly to watch their butts, I think, as they assembled their frail-looking tent. To me it looked like something you'd get at Goodwill or Big Lots. It was made of cheap nylon, though it was big enough to sleep at least 6 people if needed. They set up a couple of folding tables and camp stove and ice chests. Brent had his shirt off, trying to impress Jen, I think. Tim was more sensible and had pulled on his sweatshirt.
Once they had got their camp set up, Tim moved their car to the parking area and Brent asked if they could sit by our fire and I said, "Come on over."
By then the wind had picked up enough for him to slip on a coat. He put a beer in each pocked and grabbed two folding chairs and joined us. Tim walked up and we made formal introductions. Tim didn't say anything as Brent sort of monopolized the conversation. They were going to the local community college and were just taking a break.
Jen asked, "Why didn't you bring your girlfriends?
Brent told her, "Well, my girl doesn't understand."
Jen said, "Understand what?"
"Well I was at this party, Brent said, "and was making out with this cute chick when Sandy walked in and caught me. I tried to tell her she didn't mean anything to me. Hell, I didn't even know her name. So, Sandy broke up with me."
Jen then turned to Tim and said, "What about your girlfriend, Tim?
Brent laughed, "What girlfriend? He has the worst luck of any guy on campus."
I asked, "What do you mean?"
Tim looked at the ground like he wanted to crawl in a hole and bury himself. Tim finally said, "I-I-I s-s-t-t-u-u-t-t-t-e-e-r-r." I realized that was the first time I had heard him talk.
Brent continued, "Don't get me wrong, Tim's a nice guy, he's just excessively shy. His stuttering turns the girls off. Hell, he's still a virgin. I've seen several girls come on to him and once he says something, they find a reason to leave. I thought getting away might help him relax. He's an absolute wiz with computers and in science class. You put him in the right element and his stuttering seems to go away."
Tim got up and walked over to his tent, I guess to go to sleep. Brent told us how Tim had basically raised himself as his single mother was either at work or in the bars. Brent got a couple of beers and we chatted until the fire died down then we all went to bed.
That night, Jen told me how sorry she was for Tim. She said, "You know, I think he just needs someone to take him under their wing and work with him one on one a bit. I used to work speech therapy. I'm going to try tomorrow.
I said, "OK. If you think it will work." And after we made love, we went to sleep.
The next morning, we could see a storm coming in but it looked far at sea. I made sure to prep the area so things didn't blow away. Jen had put on some extra warm clothes and went over to the boys tent and said, "Knock, knock. Are you awake.?"
