It was the last summer before college and I was looking forward to having the house to myself during the daytime when my parents were both at work. It meant waking up late, spending lots of time in the pool, and basically doing as little as possible for three months. It was going to be perfect. The only catch was that I had to do a lot of the housework, and play chauffeur to our family friend who was visiting from out of town for a couple weeks.
That wasn't so bad, though. April was in her early 40s, and the last time I saw her I was only about 12 but she was a lot of fun then, joking around and keeping my parents up with long games of poker. I was too young to participate in that.
When she did arrive from her cross-country flight, my mom went to get her from the airport. I was watching TV when they got back. I could hear them laughing as they came in but April stopped laughing when she saw me.
"Joey??? Tell me that's not little Joey."
I was a little taken aback, and just said, "Well, I go by Joe now." She was looking me up and down and shaking her head.
"Well you certainly have grown. I'd never have recognized you." She laughed and raised her eyebrows at my mom.
I was just 5'2" when I was 12, and now I was about 5'10", not very tall but I had filled out a lot, and spent a lot of time in the pool so I was in good shape. I noticed April had lost a few pounds since the last time she was here, and she looked good. About 5'5" and a nice shape, still with some extra padding but in the right places. Her age wasn't showing except in the fine lines around her eyes and the devil-may-care attitude.
She was tired from the long flight so said good night and went to bed.
The next morning I went out to take some laps in the pool. My mom had left a note out for me that I was to do whatever April wanted, no questions asked. She still treated me like I was 12, but I didn't care. I got to use the car, which was all the convincing I needed.
I changed into my speedos and grabbed a towel and headed out to the pool. I tried to do about 100 laps a day, and was at about 50 when I felt something hit me on the back. I stopped where I was and looked up to see a beach ball skipping across the water. April was standing at the side of the pool giggling.
"Nice catch," she joked.
I laughed too and said good morning.
"Good morning to you too. You've been going for a while there, you didn't see me?"
"No, I pretty much zone out. Have you been there long?"
"Long enough," she said with a smile. "I'm having some breakfast out here, if you don't mind."
"Not at all. I've got a few laps to go still, then I'll join you."
She turned back to the house and I watched her go, admiring the curves. I felt funny all of a sudden, so I shook the ideas from my head and resumed my laps. I'd lost my momentum, though, so when I looked up and saw April at the table a few yards from the pool with a newspaper and some coffee in front of her, I made my way to the side.
"Finished?" she asked.
"For now. It's boring but it keeps me in shape. I'll have to do another few laps in a while."
"I can relate. I do the treadmill and it's the most boring thing I've endured since I was married." She laughed heartily, and I laughed with her.
I jumped out of the pool and toweled myself off, feeling a little self-conscious about my speedos. I only wore them in my pool and I knew they did a lousy job of hiding anything, so I faced away from April while I put the towel around my waist and cinched it in.
"I brought you out some fruit and coffee, if you're interested."
I walked to the table and thanked her. "That's nice of you, thanks."
She took a hold of my arm and gave it a squeeze. "You sure have grown up. I'd say you're a man now." Her eyes darted up and down my body. "Why does your mom still call you Joey, anyway?"
"She's in denial." I laughed and sat down.
We had a good talk over breakfast, made some plans for the day, and then she headed in to get changed. I read the paper for a while, then went back to the pool to finish my laps.
When I was done with my last set, I got out of the pool and by instinct collapsed on the lounge chair in the sun. My eyes closed and I dozed for a long while, enjoying the sheer warmth and laziness of the day.
A soft voice woke me. "I...brought you another towel." April was standing at the foot of the lounge chair, holding a towel. I raised my head a little and saw her there, but her eyes didn't meet mine. They were lingering on my wet speedos, or on what was beneath them. My penis showed clearly, a six-inch tube that I tucked up along to the hip of the red speedos. I was both shy and excited that April was looking at me, but my reaction was to jump up and grab the towel before anything happened.
"Thanks," I offered, and nearly ran back to the house. I showered for a long, long time.