To the literary purists -- This is a short story specifically designed to fit on one page. As such, there is no character development and no witty dialogue. I am not writing the next great novel. To everyone else, I hope you enjoy.
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This story takes place 15 years ago when I was in my mid-forties, with a wife and a pre-teen boy. We used to head to a lake place every weekend in the summer, enjoying jet skiing, wake boarding, boat and pontoon rides, but not the mosquitos. We had good lake neighbors, some from our current hometown and some from my wife's original hometown. The closest neighbor had two daughters, both having graduated from high school in the last two years. This story involves the oldest one.
She was a true blonde, 110#, 34C, 5'7" and ditzy as they come. She was awesome in her bikinis. Now my wife is an inch shorter, about 140# with 34D. Also awesome in a bikini, which she rarely wore. So when the eye candy showed up, I was there to get a bagful. I'm sure she realized the attention she got and her father frequently reminded her to go put some clothes on.
It all starts at a bonfire in their backlot with four cabins of people sitting around. Eventually, the crowd thinned because of commitments the next day or sheer exhaustion. My wife took our son to bed with a quick peck on the cheek, then both of other neighbors left to put kids to bed. Her parents decided to call it a night and warned us to make sure the fire was out before we left. We flirted and I dared to lean in for a kiss. Wow, did she respond and attack me. Remember I'm 40 something and she is not even twenty yet. We douse the fire.
It's obvious we can't go to either cabin, so we sneak in the side door of the garage on the backlot. As soon as we are inside, she attacks me again. Gotta love young inexperienced women. I move her against the vehicle in the garage, pinning her arms above her head. She is now panting. I slip my hand under her hoodie, pulling it up and off, exposing her bra. She starts to fumble with my belt, and shorts button, again showing her inexperience. I deftly drop her shorts around her ankles, unsnap her bra, take a step back to look at her in the moonlight entering the garage windows. I pull my shirt off, drop my shorts to the floor, ready to go.