Lexi:
"I
do
hope I'm not disturbing you, Jack."
The woman's voice, coming from behind me, was strong and sharp. It sounded angry and maybe slightly amused.
I must have jumped about two feet straight up in the air from embarrassment and surprise, and when I landed I turned on my heels and hurled my naked body into the pool. I went all the way under and stayed there, expelling a stream of bubbles to keep my overly buoyant self from popping up to the surface.
Out of sheer shock and mortification, I considered not coming back up at all. But nature won out, and when I resurfaced near the edge of the pool, Jack and the woman were crouched down, side-by-side, smiling at me.
The first thing I saw, at eye level, was her shiny red high-heeled shoes and her trim, shapely, legs. That drew my sight along her black, nylon encased thighs to her shaved crotch. She wasn't wearing anything under her pantyhose, not even a thong!
"This is my editor, Rikki Kelly," Jack said.
I looked up abruptly, freshly embarrassed by where my gaze had been. I would've sunk to the bottom again, except she was extending her hand to me. For a second, I was seized with panic, thinking she was going to help me out of the water, but then she said, "Pleased to meet you...?"
With my big boobs were squished against the side of the pool, I felt for a toe-hold on the ledge, and reached up to shake her hand.
"I'm Lexi Duncan," I replied as I suddenly began to cough up pool water.
I had a bout of choking convulsions, during which, I flopped around without letting go of her hand. When the coughing subsided, I looked up at her with watery eyes. I looked past her still slightly spread, disturbingly inviting thighs, and added, "I'm a...student at Cal Tech."
She maintained her firm grip, looking me over with cool interest. I don't know what
she
saw, but what I saw was a self-possessed, beautiful woman, older than me, but younger than Jack. Her face was framed by dark brunette hair that ran in bangs just above her thin eyebrows and fell in feathered, receding layers down the side of her face to her shoulders.
Her eyes seemed to look right into my soul. They were hazel and quite large, done up with a moderate amount of dark eye shadow. Her lips were red, but not garish, and her skin was a gentle pink, unwrinkled and unblemished. Add to that, tastefully sharp cheekbones, a cute little nose and a modest chin, and it was enough to make my heart sink to the bottom of my chubby little toes. She had that classy, sexy, bitch-executive look, and carried it with ease.
"How nice," she replied, and mercifully let go of my hand and stood up. Jack stood up with her. She wiped her wet hand on his loose work shirt, and said something that made him laugh. It was such an intimate and natural act; I think I actually groaned out loud as I sank back down to the bottom of the pool.
His editor! Of course he'd have an editor, but why did it have to be a gorgeous woman? Was she his girlfriend as well?
I'd read he was twice divorced, and not supposed to be living with anyone in his current seclusion. Of course, he didn't have a Facebook page or Twitter, or anything as gauche as that, and his bio at Doubleday was deliberately mysterious and vague. I don't know why I'd assumed that a brilliant, attractive man like him wouldn't have a woman in his life -- wishful thinking, I guess.
"Shit!" I said out loud and was forced quickly to the surface to cough up more water.
When I did dare to look up again, I saw her walking back towards the house and Jack was standing by the ladder at the end of the pool holding my bathing suit.
"She's gone to get her suit," he said.
"Oh, she's just here for a visit?" I asked, as if it was any of my business.
"And work. We need to go over a couple of chapters," he replied as I was swam slowly towards him.
"I guess you'd like me to leave now," I said.
"No, you can stay if you like," he replied easily. "It shouldn't take more than an hour or so."
"Really? That would be great!" I gushed. In my excitement at the prospect of sitting in on one of Jack Harrowsmith's literary sessions, I forgot I was still completely naked as I scrambled up the ladder.
He grinned at my bouncing boobs, "You can sit in, naked if you like, or in your suit, it's all good," he said.
I wriggled into my suit and chased after him to the bar. He picked up my glass from the deck and started rinsing it in the sink. "Would you like another drink?" he asked calmly, as if the whole hot and bothered last fifteen minutes had never happened.
"Yes. Yes please," I managed to croak out. My throat was the only part of my entire body, inside or out, that wasn't wet. Once again, I felt as if I
needed
a drink. Was this how one became an alcoholic, I wondered.
"Come around here and I'll show you how to make one," he said, and I hustled my ass around the end of the bar, hoping his invitation was just an excuse to keep me close to him. So it seemed to be, because he pressed against me at every possible opportunity while he showed me how to mix a Tequila Sunrise. It was turning out to be a very educational day for me; and a happy one.
Obviously, he wasn't trying to hide his interest, or was it... affection... for me? Whatever his relationship was with his editor, he didn't appear at all guilty about being caught with a bouncy naked young coed -- for I had to admit to my own amazement that's was what I was - in his arms. In his arms, practically doing the dirty deed!
We casually remained standing behind the bar, sipping our drinks and watching as Rikki, Ms. Kelly, made her way towards us. Once again, I shouldn't have been surprised that I was the only woman in the world who owned a skimpy bathing suit. She was much leaner than I was, and had much less to cover in the way of breasts and bum, but somehow, there appeared to be more naked
her
present than naked
me
.
Her little suit was dark purple in striking contrast to her lightly tanned, (not lightly burned like mine) skin. Her top had no straps, but managed to hug her tits without falling down, and it gave her a bit of cleavage at the same time.
The bottom half was about an inch wide at her narrow hips and formed a respectable triangle in front. It was so tight and the material so clingy, it hugged her very pronounced pubic mound in a less respectable manner. No wonder she kept it hairless! It wasn't fair that her tummy should be so flat, almost hollow, and she could still have such decent-sized breasts and a round, protruding butt.
Once she'd finished a drink, and had a quick dip in the pool, we sat at a glass table with Jack sandwiched between us. They read and discussed the last chapter and the current chapter he was working on. I listened with rapt attention for a while until, to my intense frustration, I found myself actually nodding off. I was so drowsy that I almost banged my head on the table.
"That boring, eh?" Jack laughed at me, giving me an affectionate squeeze.
"Oh no!" I cried, horrified, "it's not that. It's just..."
"I'm kidding," he said. "The heat is very wearing out here. Why don't you go lie down?"
"But, I don't want to miss..."
"I'll let you read the chapters later, don't worry."
"Really?"
"Of course. Go on. Go lie down, before you fall down," he chided me.
I don't even remember lying down on the lawn chair. I passed out, and I don't know how long I slept. I awakened slowly, and when I opened my eyes, I could see Jack without moving my head. His shirt was off and he was standing alone behind the bar. I couldn't see what he was doing, but he wasn't looking at me, he was looking down at the ground.
Suddenly, Rikki's dark hair came into view as she rose from below with a bottle in her hand. Apparently she'd been retrieving something from a lower shelf; what else could she possibly have been doing down there?
They laughed quietly as he touched her hair. It was a little mussed, but dry again since her swim. She licked her lips, and he gave her a kiss that looked like something between a peck and a serious French. They shared a brief, friendly hug and she slipped from behind the bar, still wearing her bathing suit, I was happy to note.
She quickly gathered up her things, and padded silently past me in her bare feet. Of course, I closed my eyes before she passed me, and I left them closed for what seemed like an awfully long time before I felt Jack sit down on the edge of the chair and touch me softly on the shoulder.
