Lol Ch 01

The story has 3 chapters. This being the first. Hopefully, the administration will facilitate publication on 3 consecutive days...

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I have been a finance adviser for the last 10 years. I loved my job. No strict hours, and except when I saw my clients, I could dress casually.

Since my wife died of breast cancer 2 years ago, I invested more time at work, trying to distract my mind. I agreed to take on more firms and individuals, busying my brain for long hours.

Initially, my plan worked well, and I had fewer hours to suffer. However, I was not alone missing Sarah. My 5 year old female dog, Sissy, was sad too. Until her last days, Sarah was hugging and playing with Sissy for hours at a time, but now Sissy was neglected. Each morning before leaving, she whined for long minutes. I bought her toys and gave her treats, but Sarah's playtime was gone. Every evening, when I returned home from work, she jumped and licked me as if I was the messiah. I prolonged our evening walk as much as I could.

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One day I heard from a friend that there was a nice dog park about a mile away from my house and decided to check it out on Saturday.

It was a beautiful day: Sunny, not a cloud in the sky, and 75 degrees. I put Sissy on a leash, and we started strolling along one of the trails. Then I realized I forgot to let my dog drink. I stopped at the nearest bench, left my leash, and poured water into the bowl.

As I was doing it, I heard a desperate cry from a distance, "No, Royal, NO!"

I raised my eyes and saw a tiny white dog running toward Sissy. I smiled and looked at the owners. They were about 60 yards away and looked like twins. Both were around 5'5", 125 pounds and wore the same clothes: blue jeans and a summery blouse.

I watched the women running as fast as they could to save their puppy from my monster as I just sat there giggling. I understood the ladies' concern: Sissy was a 45-pound brown Pitbull that looked as scary as they come, while their dog was barely a 10-pounder.

I was grinning and not in a hurry to grab Sissy. I knew my dog very well: She loved to play with other dogs, and despite their bad reputation, most Pitbulls love the company of other dogs and humans, especially children.

One of the women shouted at me from a distance, "Sir, your monster will kill my baby.

Stop him."

I raised my palm, signaling her to relax.

Then I heard the other lady becoming hysterical, "Please, sir, Royal doesn't see the danger..."

I yelled back, "I am more concerned about MY dog."

In the meantime, Royal arrived, and the 2 dogs smelled each other. Suddenly, Sissy lay on her back, and the tiny dog barked happily and jumped on her tummy. The women were about 10 yards away, and I could see their eyes widen.

I moved to the side of the bench and pointed to the other side, "Ladies, why don't you sit here? We can watch the 2 beasts playing together. As I said, I am concerned your monster will harm my bitch..."

They laughed, and one said, "Your dog is a huge Pitbull. I hope he is not hungry."

I smiled, "She is very hungry but not for food. She craves playing with others, whether humans or dogs. She grew up in a loving family. Several of my friends have dogs of all kinds. She is 5 years old and looks frightening, but she has never used her strength to harm or dominate other dogs. What kind of a dog is yours? It looks very cute."

"This is Royal, a 1 year old Volpino Italiano. We got him 2 months ago, and he doesn't know his limits yet."

"So he was lucky to meet Sissy because she is a wonderful friend. Once she plays with a dog, they'll be friends for life. So you gals are twins and have one dog?"

They stared at each other and giggled. One of them said, "Sir, I don't know if your eyes need correction or you meant it as a compliment. My name is Lily, and my 'twin' is actually my daughter; her name is Lucy."

I blushed and inspected their faces. Up close, the mother had small wrinkles around her eyes, but the difference was minor, "Ladies, I apologize if I offended you, but even now, I can hardly notice major changes in your faces or body..."

The young one, Lucy, said, "It's not fair. You know our names and even the dogs' names. What is yours?"

"My name is Owen, and it's my first time here."

"Nice to meet you and your lovely dog. About 2 weeks ago, we started coming here each Monday and Thursday afternoon and at least once during the weekend."

"Good to know. Since our babies like each other, if it's OK with you, I'll come again Monday afternoon to meet you." Both women smiled.

I tied Sissy's leash, and we moved away. I didn't know the park, and investigated the area. It had a small stream, several benches, and tables along the path, as well as many trees and bushes for the dogs to play hide and seek. Sissy made a few friends, but with none she was as happy as with Royal.

We arrived home an hour later. Sissy didn't bother with her food and almost immediately fell asleep on the carpet.

...

The following Monday, I drove to the dog park again. Sissy was happy. After 10 minutes, she spotted Royal and pulled the leash hard. Royal wasn't on a leash and ran toward us. This time, Lily and Lucy did not freak out, and I saw them laughing. The 3 of us sat at the nearest bench and let the dogs spend their energy together.

Lily asked, "Owen, since we are destined to meet often, tell us a little about yourself."

"I am closing on 40, widow, a financial advisor working mostly with Chase Morgan, exercise twice a week in a local health club, and like traveling, the Story Channel on TV, and dogs. And what about you?"

Lily gazed at Lucy before answering, "Since my daughter is here, I cannot lie about our age. She is 27, and I am slightly older. Three years ago, my former husband decided my daughter's age was more suitable for him. We divorced. He married the young chick and bought a house near ours. We couldn't stay near him and moved from Florida to start again here. Lucy and I live together in an apartment not far. She is a psychologist, and I work shifts as a supervisor at Walmart." She smiled shyly, "I think I talked too much."

"Lily, I have 2 comments. 1. I am sorry to hear about the ugly circumstances in which you ended up in this place. Hopefully, you'll be luckier in our neck of the woods. 2. Lucy, you are very quiet. Are you always like that, or your psychologist brain analyzes me and plan to throw a lethal blow to my ego when I am least ready?"

Lucy chuckled, "Mom was always more talkative than me. In my job, I also listen more than speak. As for our interests, like you we love to travel, although we didn't do as much as we wanted, yet. We like the sun and get tan. We did it a lot in sunny Florida, but we didn't find a good place around here yet. We adore animals, especially Royal. He is still a puppy and thinks he is a lion."

I chuckled, "I noticed. He bosses Sissy around. My wife, god bless her soul, named her Sissy. Only now did I realize she was right. You mentioned you were looking for a place to sit and get a tan. I own a house with a big yard. It has a medium size pool, a jacuzzi for 4, and a nice patch of lawn. Since we got Sissy, our yard is fenced all around, so nobody can enter or even peek, unless I open the gate. Both of you and, of course, His Royal Highness, are invited to check it out. I know Royal would like it: It's not just a large area he can run around, but Sissy will play with him, and she has many toys spread around."

Lily stared at her daughter and then turned to me, "Owen, your offer is very generous, but we hate to bother you. Here, we meet for a short time at your convenience, and you leave whenever you are tired of women's talk. If we are in your yard, we may not know when it's too much for you..."

"Let's agree on a simple solution. This weekend, I have no plans. Why don't you come on Saturday at 10 am to my place and we'll talk things out?"

...

On Friday afternoon, I cut the lawn, ensured the pool and Jacuzzi looked decent, and bought some snacks and cold drinks. Everything was in order for the guests the following morning.

Saturday, I woke at 8 am. The sun was shining, and the temperature was already in the mid 70s. It would be a hot day. I made a pitcher of cold lemonade and put extra beers in the fridge.

The ladies rang the bells slightly after 10. I opened the gate and went out to greet them. Their Toyota Camry parked in front of my house, and they came out. Sissy rushed to say hello. Lucy opened the back door and helped Royal to get out. Within seconds, the 2 dogs were out of sight somewhere in the yard.

I extended my hand to Lily, "Ladies, welcome to my castle. Over here, I feel protected from all the nuisance and noise of the city. Let me show you around."

The front of the house was mostly shady due to the tall trees and bushes. However, the back, where the pool and the jacuzzi were, was sunny. A large patio umbrella was on the right, above 2 plastic chairs, and additional uncovered 4 chaise lounges were on the left. A barbeque grill was on the side, too.

As I was showing (Or should I say showing off) the area, I glimpsed at them. The faces displayed both awe and pleasure.

Lily said, "That is a beautiful place you have here. I didn't know people had such a nice yard inside the city."

"My wife chose this property when she became sick, and at the time, I would have agreed to anything she wished for. In retrospect, she was right: The value of the place jumped 60% in 3 years, and Sissy is free to stay in the house or get out whenever she wishes."

Lily turned to Lucy, "Honey, this is as perfect as they come. Shall we buy it?"

Lucy grinned, "Great idea, Mom. And while we do it, shall we purchase the owner too?"

"Girls. I see you are both dressed in summer clothes. You didn't bring swimsuits, did you?"

"We didn't. We thought we'd check it first and let the dogs play. And we weren't sure what your plans were for later..."

"If you ladies have no better plans for today, why don't you leave Royal here, and at least one of you, go home and bring swimsuits? You can get tan, swim in the pool, enjoy the whirlpool, and later, I can put meat on the grill."

Lily hesitated, "You are very polite, but this is too much."

I smiled, "Of course, if you dislike the place, I am not going to force you. But I think you lost your doggy. He feels at home here."

Lucy mumbled, "Are you sure it's OK? Please tell us if you were just being nice."

I watched them and smiled, "Ladies, although I hardly know you, I like what I've seen so far."

Lucy stood up, "Mom, I'll drive home and bring our suits. Please, help Owen protect his poor dog from our menace if needed."

She was back 40 minutes later, carrying a plastic bag, "Where can we dress up?"

"Let me show you the inside."

They followed me into the coolness of the house. The tour included only the first floor with 2 bedrooms, 2 complete bathrooms, a living room, a family room, and a large kitchen. I explained that my bedroom and workroom were upstairs.

They seemed impressed, but Lily said it was probably too big for a single person.

I had a bitter smile, "You are probably right, but I can still relive my memories with my late wife here. And then, I hope one day to have a new family."

Lucy and Lily entered one of the bathrooms, and I entered the other one to change. I put on my Speedo, spread a little sunblock lotion on my pale body, and came out. They exited 10 minutes later. I did not expect the sight. Both ladies had matching bikinis that looked as if tailored to their bodies. They looked great: Around 125 pounds each with B+ cups and shapely hips. The most amazing feature was their tan: Everything I saw was dark brown without signs of lesser tan anywhere. How could it be?

As I ogled their bodies, I noted they were doing the same to mine.

I said, "I can see the Florida tan, but how could it be so perfect and without signs of bra straps?"

Lily blushed, and Lucy blurted, "In our former home, we had only adult couples around. We loved tanning, so we did it topless. Hardly any of the neighbors could see us, and nobody cared."

I laughed, "Here, in this neighborhood, they are less permissive. However, my yard is secluded, so nobody has any clue what is going on here. Gals, if you want to continue your tradition, be my guests."

Lily chuckled, "Owen, with all due respect, we met you only a few days ago. Not only we are already invited to your house but also encouraged to remove our clothes. How would you react if you were in our shoes?"

"Lily, you are right. My intention was pure: I wanted you two to feel at home. However, I may have overstepped my bounds. So ignore my offer. Anyway, sit and relax. I have lots of sunblock lotion and cold lemonade, and the fridge is loaded with beers."

Lucy mumbled, "Owen, Mom wasn't suspicious of your motives. This is her way of joking around. I have no doubts that if we enjoy your kind hospitality, we'll take you on your offer soon."

I went inside and brought a tray with lemonade, beers, and glasses. As I was coming out the door, the ladies stopped whispering to each other. I placed everything on the small table, looked at Lily, and said, "Girls, I have no clue what the whisper was about, but do me a favor. If I screwed something, tell me to my face. I am in the minority here..."

Lucy stared at her mother, and they had a big laugh. Then she turned back to me, "The whisper had nothing to do with you doing something wrong. We just gossiped about you. In short, we agreed that you are handsome and have a great body. We wondered why you are not taking time to tan. It would look even better."

"The official reasons: Until recently, I was too depressed to sit outside and elected to spend as much time as possible indoors at work. However, the real reason is that I was lazy..."

Lily chortled, "Will it be OK if we force you to sit with us while we tan?"

"I like you two, but if you continue embarrassing me, I'll find a good reason to leave."

Lucy inquired, "You said you liked traveling. Where have you been so far?"

"When my wife was alive, we visited 15 national parks and several places abroad: Canada, Italy, Brazil, and the Galapagos Islands."

Lily sighed, "I am jealous. Most of my trips I did with Lucy, but together, we've been only in the US. My dream is to go to Hawaii, Japan, and Africa. However, the Galapagos Islands are probably amazing."

"Every trip can be wonderful if a proper background work is done, the company one travels with has a positive attitude, and the weather cooperates."

I saw a twinkle in Lucy's eyes, "Will you take us in your luggage on your next trip?"

"If you ladies stop harassing me and feel at home, I'll think about it."

We continued chatting and drinking and were lost in time until our dogs showed up, cuddled in a nearby shade, and fell asleep. Lily looked at her watch, "Lucy, it's already 2 o'clock. We have to leave. The poor guy suffered enough."

I grinned, "Ladies, I enjoyed your company, including the bantering. Whenever you wish to come again, call me, and I'll be happy to accommodate you. Usually, if I know it in advance, weekends are good. However, my work hours change every week, so certain hours on weekdays may be OK, too."

...

The following Thursday, I got a phone call from Lucy, "Owen, I need a favor. A few days ago, my grandmother in Florida suffered a massive stroke. She refused to go to a nursing care facility, and they decided to discharge her home. I took a 2 week vacation and will be staying with her. Mom was never alone without me around. Can you, please, ensure she is OK while I am gone?"

"Did you talk to Lily about it?"

"She says she'll be all right, but I know her. She likes you, and of course, Royal loves Sissy. The biggest hurdle is to convince her that you won't feel trapped by her presence... If you'd call and invite her, I think she'll take you on your offer."

An hour later, I called Lily. She was sobbing. I said, "Lily, I am sorry to hear about your Mom. I hope there is still hope for a significant recovery."

She whined, "Thank you for calling, but the chances of meaningful recovery are slim. Anyway, Lucy will be with her for the first 2 weeks, and I'll be with Mom the following weeks as much as needed."

"I am worried about you being alone in the house. Will you come stay in one of the rooms here or at least visit me on a regular basis?"

"Owen, we barely know each other. Why are you sticking your nose into a sick bed?"

"Lady, I hate to admit it, but I like you and your daughter. I missed you two, and that is my best opportunity to renew our acquaintance."

She giggled, "You are a bad liar. Lucy begged you to pity me and ensure I am not lonely."

"Lucy did call me. She told me about the new situation. However, I am not as good a person as you think. If I didn't enjoy your presence, I'd say no. Will you please come here? I still recall how attractive you are in a swimsuit."

She laughed loudly, "You're lying again. I am almost 50 years old. If anybody looks perfect in a bikini, it's Lucy."

"Ma'am, with all due respect, I beg to differ. You girls look like twins, and I find both of you irresistible."

She sighed, "You may be a great actor, but I am too tired to argue. I am free this weekend and work shifts the following week."

"Saturday morning at 10 am, Sissy will be expecting to see Royal. If you decide to come in too, you'll make me happy."

...

On Saturday, Lily arrived on time. I could see on her face she cried earlier. She told me she just drove her daughter to the airport. We sent Royal and Sissy outside, and I asked her if she cared for a drink.

She smiled, "The best thing for my body is coffee, but I am still shaken. Is it possible to have white wine?"

"Chardonnay, Riesling, or Pinot Grigio?"

"I don't care. I just need something to distract me from thinking about Mom."

I poured her Chardonnay. She chugged it. I filled it again and grabbed a cold Heineken for myself.

"Lily, did you bring your bikini?"

"I almost forgot it, but at the last minute, I remembered to put it in my bag."

I laughed, "Otherwise, I'd loan you one of my swimsuits."

She glanced at me, "Are you joking or trying to suggest I'd tan topless?"

"Lily, may I plead the fifth?"

"Owen, sometimes I cannot tell if you are serious or not..."

"As I said before, I wish you feel at home."

"You mean at home in Florida?"

"Will you hold it against me if I answer yes?"

"I'll do it if you sincerely answer one question: Why are you so interested to see my boobs? I am old, not in a great mood, and my breasts are not DD cups?"

"The truth? I like you and hate to see you concentrate on sad things we cannot change. But I also disagree with the term 'old,' and do not need huge tits to enjoy seeing them."

"You are very stubborn. Don't complain I didn't warn you. May I have another glass before undressing?"

I filled her glass. She sipped it slowly, staring into my eyes.

I said, "I'll go put my Speedo on and be back shortly."

When I exited, Lily wasn't there. She came out of the house having on only the bottom part of her bikini. She looked embarrassed and gazed at me.

I gasped and couldn't take my eyes off her beautiful tits. They weren't very big: I'd say slightly larger than B cup, but they were perky, stood high on her chest, and the smallish nipples were very enticing.

I glanced at her face and said, "Lady, your tits are beautiful. I am devastated. I hoped I'd hate them and be able to ignore them, but now that I saw them, I foresee a problem."

She grinned, "Thanks for the unkind compliment. What problem are you talking about?"

I stood before her. "Can't you see?"