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As I looked out the window at the young couple frolicking in the pool, a strange feeling swept over me - maybe it was a result of some long forgotten incident from my youth, or maybe some memory of being young and in love... and so innocent. They were standing waist deep in the water, splashing and giggling like little kids.
I sighed. They looked like such a lovely couple, Rob, tall and tanned and athletic, his chest and arms well developed from four years of high school football. His girlfriend, Karen, petite and well proportioned, with slim hips and little round breasts that still filled out her bikini top nicely, and a pretty face with sparkling eyes and a perpetual smile
I turned from the window and stared into the mirror in the hallway. How much things change, and how much they stay the same. I certainly wasn't nineteen anymore, but I didn't feel thirty-four either. In many ways, I was satisfied with the image staring back at me from the mirror. Dark black hair without a trace of gray. A face that remained smooth and wrinkle-free. Large, full breasts and a waist kept thin by exercise and a strict diet. And how many thirty-four year old women, I thought to myself, can still wear the same clothes they wore in college?
There was more laughter from the backyard and couldn't resist peeking out again. Rob was parading around in the water, his girlfriend riding on his shoulders. He was nineteen and a freshman at the local college. His girlfriend, Karen, who I hadn't met before today, was a freshman there also. I realized how fortunate I'd been to find Rob. After my worthless piece of crap husband had run out six months ago, on the advice of a neighbor I'd hired Rob to help me get the yard back into shape and get the pool ready for the summer.
My house was only four blocks from the campus, so he was able to come by almost every weekend and sometimes during the week. My husband had always taken care of the pool, and I had no clue what all the pumps and pipes and filters and chemicals were for, much yet how to make them work. Rob took it upon himself to figure it all out. I'd given him a standing invitation to use the pool whenever he wanted, and he'd called me earlier in the day to ask if he and his girlfriend might stop by.
I watched as he flipped Karen off his back and they stood facing each other in shoulder deep water, her wet blonde hair stringing across her face. Abruptly, their laughing stopped, and they became still and quiet and serious, staring intently into each other's eyes. I watched as their heads came slowly together, and their lips met, and their hands disappeared under the water.
I'm not sure what came over me then, it was sort of a melancholy feeling, a feeling of opportunities lost, or maybe it was just the fact that it had been so long since I'd been with a man, but watching them in the water, I realized I was becoming aroused. My hand lifted the front of my skirt and slid inside my panties. As I watched the two young lovers making out in the water, I ran my finger in little gentle circles around my clitoris, then harder and faster until I felt the tingle forming, and the tingle expanded outward from my pussy, stronger and stronger, and I let out a long, low whimper and my entire body began to tremble as the powerful orgasm swept through me.
Savor these happy moments while you can, kids, I thought to myself, because you don't know when they'll be lost. Because maybe your husband won't be fertile, and you'll learn to accept the fact you won't have any kids with him, and when you've finally learned to live with that, you'll be thirty-four years old and one morning you'll wake up and discover your husband has run off with a young thing from work and that everything you've spent a lifetime building has suddenly gone to hell. And all you'll have left are the memories.
*****
I was upstairs when I heard the back door open about a half an hour later. "Thanks, Deb," Rob's voice called out, "Thanks for letting us use the pool."
"Wait, do you have a minute?" I yelled down, "I need to find out when you can work this summer."
I could call him later, I knew, but I just wanted to see them, to talk to them, to somehow share in their innocence, in their joy, to be part of their youthful explorations.
"Sit down in the living room for a minute and I'll get you some iced tea," I said.
They'd changed out of their swimsuits. Rob had on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and Karen wore shorts and a tank top that hugged tightly to the contours of her breasts, leaving her trim little stomach exposed.
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Withrow," Karen said when I returned with the drinks. They were sitting on the couch in the living room. I took a seat on the chair across from them.
"Deb," I said, "call me Deb."
Karen giggled.
"Thank you so much... Deb," she said.
As we discussed Rob's schedule, Karen occasionally looked at him and smiled. I looked back and forth between them.
"You guys really like each other, don't you?" I asked.
A small blush formed on Karen's face. Rob looked at her and smiled.
"I guess," Karen answered in a soft voice, "I guess we do."
She looked up at Rob, as if seeking verification, as if seeking to make sure he felt the same.
"Uh, uh, yes. Uh, I do. I mean, I do, too," he mumbled.
"You've got a good guy here," I said, looking at Karen, "If you ever want to trade him in, let me know."
Karen giggled again and her blush deepened.
"I saw you two in the pool," I said, "it certainly seemed like you like each other."
"You mean, when we were..." Karen said, her voice dropping off.
"Kissing? Making out? Yes, I watched," I said, "Don't be embarrassed. You're a beautiful couple. I saw you kissing, but I want to know what was going on under the water where I couldn't see?" I asked with a laugh.
Now Rob was blushing too.
"Uh, nothing," he said, "just maybe...touching."
I looked back and forth between them and an image suddenly popped into my head; I saw their young bodies together, naked, sweaty, making passionate love. The thought caused a little tingle between my legs.
"How long have you been going together?" I asked.
"About four months," Karen said, "I mean we've known each other longer than that. But four months since we knew..."
"Knew you were in love?" I asked, finishing her sentence.
They both nodded.
"I remember when I was nineteen and in love," I said, "it's a wonderful feeling. Everything you do together is new and exciting. You're like explorers, discovering new things, new feelings, each touch is a new discovery. And when you have sex..."
I paused and felt a slight blush come to my face. Maybe I'd gone too far with my long-ago memories. I looked at them.
"I mean, I assume in this day and age... that you've...done it."
They looked at each other briefly, as if not sure how to respond. Then Karen looked at me and nodded.
"Is he a good lover?" I asked.
"Yes, he's great," Karen said with a little giggle.
"The most important thing is to communicate," I said, "to tell each other what you want, what you need."
"We try to," Karen said, "I mean, we tell each other what feels good."
Rob nodded in agreement.
"Do you take your time, Rob? Women need a little more... warming up than men."
"I try," he answered, "but it's difficult with roommates popping in and out all them time.
"Plus," he continued, "we have to make sure there's no one near because..."
He paused and looked at Karen.
"Because why?" I asked.
"Because sometimes Karen's a little...you know, a little...loud."
Karen put her hand over her mouth and giggled again.
"I just can't help it," she said, "I get excited and sort of...lose it."
I looked back and forth between them and had the vision of them frantically making love in a narrow dorm room bed, afraid a roommate would suddenly come in, afraid someone passing in the hall might overhear their sounds of pleasure.
"I have an idea," I said, "Whenever you get the urge, you can come here. This could be your secret hideaway, your private love nest. You could take as long as you want and make as much noise as you want."
Karen began to shake her head.
"Look," I continued, "There are two extra bedrooms upstairs, and Lord knows this house could use a little love in it."
They looked at each other as if considering my proposition.
"You could even borrow my toys," I said.
