My 2nd submission! Please give me some feedback!! Everyone is 18+ in this and all of my stories.
So, the girl next door figured that while her parents were out of town she could throw a party. No big deal, happens all the time. She just graduated high school, albeit a year late, but she's done and happy as hell about it. I have known her and her parents for years, parties at their place, which I sometimes get invited to, are fairly liquid events. Sometimes, since I'm 60 and divorced and have a pool, the invites come with a reciprocal invite to take a swim or two. No big deal; getting more people in the pool helps the water circulate and is actually a good thing.
Nice enough folks. The guy works for a small regional trucking company, his wife works a seasonal part time job at the local college when the students are on campus. He needs to lose about 40 and she, maybe 20. The daughter? Well, she is the pretty damn cute 19-year-old who's played volleyball since she's about six feet tall.
I'm about six foot two, 180, do a good deal of walking and biking. Blew my knee out running so more running is out and that helped me get what I call my ice cream belly. Not a beer belly since I always pick a bowl of Moose Tracks over a few Samuel Adams.
The daughter, who goes by Sam instead of Samantha, throws this party. Our little cul-de-sac that backs up to a small bush and scrub tree lined field is pretty mellow. A big party once or twice a year by one of the seven families is no biggie. Well, I'm not bothered by all the noise until I hear someone get in my pool. It's about 11pm and the deck lights are off and I'm quite surprised by the splashing.
I flick on the lights and a naked young couple climb out and run through the back gate. Nice to look at but odd. I go out and close the gate and hear some shouting next door. Seems like the party is getting out of hand. As I go out the front gate, Sam comes running over wearing a robe over a bikini. Unusual outfit for a party at a house with no pool.
"Stevie, can you help me? Some guys are ruining everything," she says breathlessly and with a good deal of panic in her eyes.
In the next few minutes I find out that some guys, who were basically uninvited anyway, showed up with beer and things were getting out of hand.
"Why are you dressed like that?," I ask Sam. "Uh, well, uh, it's a clothing optional party," she stammered.
"Well, no clothes and alcohol combined are always a problem."
We are walking over to her home and a girlfriend in a robe and nothing else as far as I can tell comes running over saying someone called the police.
Sam freaks. I tell her to calm down and that if the police do show up I'll do all the talking.
"I'd love to come inside and take a look around but for now make sure everyone has clothes on, not just bathing suits and if anyone is drunk get them into my house fast. And stay outta the pool!"
"Oh my God, Stevie! Thank you so much! I didn't mean for all this to happen. You are literally saving my life!"
"We can talk about payment later," I say looking both her and her girlfriend up and down. "For now, get things under control as fast as you can.
As I'm working on a plan, four girls help a really drunk couple into my house.
"Keep them quiet and don't let them throw up anywhere but in the bathroom," I instructed.
A few minutes later, the county sheriff rolls in. I'm right by the front door waiting.
The deputy is all of 25 and I explain I was the chaperone and live two doors down, checking in every once in a while, did not see anything out of the ordinary. Apparently, while I was circulating around, some guys snuck in some beer, no weed or any other drugs. They must have had it their car or hid it in the bushes, I tell the deputy. Things got loud at some point, someone called 911, worried there might be a fight.
"Well, I need to look around a bit," he says matter of factly.
The house was in fairly good shape. Thankfully, everyone had clothes on. He talked to the caller who said the guys with the beer ran out the backdoor. He searches the backyard, I tag along, we find a few beer cans, some empty, some full.
"I think I'll tell Samantha to send everyone home."
"She lives here? Yeah, underage drinking is not a good thing because she'd get charged," the deputy says.
After talking to Sam we all agree the party is over and everyone is going home. He warns her that she being 19 and if someone were under 18 drinking she'd be in big trouble. Plus, since she is 19, she'd be in trouble for underage drinking herself. I tell the deputy that these are all good kids, mostly athletes, but a few jerks spoiled everything.
A minute after he leaves I ask Sam to go get her friends that are in my house and send them home if they are sober enough. If not, let them sleep on her couch.
"You just totally saved our lives," Sam's friend Julie says. Julie, who is close to six foot three and the star volleyball girl, is 100% dead serious. I'd seen her at Sam's; you could not really miss her. Not only very tall but also very stately looking, she looked like a law school graduate ready for her first trial after passing the BAR exam.
"Something like this can mess up college scholarships, believe it or not," I say. She knows I'm telling her the truth. We chat a bit more and since everyone is relaxed but still wired I decided to plant a few seeds.
"I wish I could have been at the party but I would have been the dirty old man in the room," was one line. I also mentioned that I'll need a reward of some type. I'm letting them know, in a way, that I'm looking for some level of payback....with skin attached. They knew exactly what I was talking about, too.
"My pool will be open whenever you ladies want to use it but I need to be home," I say. "And the pool is like your party: clothing optional."
I was not sure if anything would come of this (pun intended) but less than a week later Sam bopped over one morning while I was swimming (trunks on for some reason) and asked if she and two of her friends could swim later.
"Absolutely," I said. "Just come on over or better yet, text me when you are on the way."
"Will do, Stevie," Sam chirped. It was pushing 85 degrees and I was certainly going to swim later myself.
About seven the text arrived, she and her friends would be there in a few minutes.I grabbed a stack of towels, got naked and then got in the water.
Sam, Julie and a young lady I had never met and did not recall seeing at the party, Crystal, pulled the gate open and came in chatting about some cool store they liked.
"Hello and before you do anything I want you to know I'm showing off my dad bod which means I'm not wearing anything," I said as they were kicking off their sandals.
"Okay, we'll keep our eyes closed," Sam said. Everyone laughed.
"Well, this is a clothing optional pool and I'll keep my eyes open," I said.
Sam and Crystal took their tops off, which was a wonderful surprise, Julie did not, and they all got in the pool. The two with no tops looked fantastic. All three were doing some level of athletics at their high school. Well, former high school.
"You are all now high school graduates and I know that must feel great," I said.
"You bet! Freedom! Well, you have seen Julie at my house a bunch and this is Crystal who you may have not seen," Sam said.
"This water is sooooo warm," Crystal cooed. "I love it."
"Yeah, sometimes it feels like a big bathtub," I said. "The heater and the solar blanket help it out a lot."
"My parents told me that our pool would grow a lot of unwanted stuff if we had a heater," Julie stated.
"Yep, they are correct. I have time to watch everything pretty closely. You know, I can swim in November if I want to pay the bill for the heater," I said.
Without a word, Crystal pulled off her bikini bottoms and tossed them over near their sandals.
"That feels soooo much better," she exclaimed.
I made no attempt to hide my glances at all three of them. Julie and Sam were a bit weary but Crystal could, apparently, care less.
