Copyright ©, 2003: All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. All rights reserved.
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Roberta McGee and her three classmates, Todd, Kyle, and Tracy walked out of the classroom, discussing how difficult the final exam had been. The four were all second-year grad students at the downtown university, but Roberta was different from the others. While the others were in their early twenties and single, Roberta was forty-five, a divorced suburban mother with two children. Her former husband was a successful financial advisor, and gave her ample alimony and support. After both children left for college, Roberta decided to return to school and work for a Masters in Art Literature. The class just finished was the third with the other three students, who by now had accepted her as a close friend and intelligent student, with little regard to their age differences. She had come to value the after-class time the four spent together, discussing and arguing many topics over coffee and lunches.
"Whew! Am I glad that's over," exclaimed Kyle, the extrovert of the gang. "I have been so uptight this exam week, and I need someplace to unwind." Todd, slender and quiet, and Tracy, a pert short brunette with a buxom figure, both agreed.
"Just coffee won't do it for me," said Todd.
Roberta wanted to thank her three younger classmates for their friendship, and making her feel alive again. In addition to her graduate studies, she worked out three times a week at her fitness club, to maintain her 34-24-35 figure with long, slim legs. "Hey, guys," she said, "I would like to treat us all to dinner at that nice Italian restaurant nearby. It would be my way of saying thank you for being such good friends to me." Free food was something that full-time grad students would never refuse, and foursome enjoyed a fine dinner. They finished dessert, but continued talking over several glasses of wine, until they noticed the waiters impatiently glaring at their table. Roberta settled the bill, and the group walked to the parking lot at the school, where they had left their cars.
"Roberta, that was a fabulous dinner," thanked Todd. "How about going somewhere else? We're not likely to see much of each other over the summer vacation, and I don't want to say goodbye just yet. Where could we go that's quiet but interesting?" Roberta said, "Well, you could all come over to my house, and we could relax in our hot tub. That's what I do when I want to unwind. Let's get some bottles of wine, and pick up some cheese. Would you be interested?"
"Wait a minute," said Kyle. "It sounds great, but none of us have bathing suits."
"Oh, that's right," giggled Roberta. "I forgot that I never use bathing suits in the hot tub, Kyle."
"Well, we could all go skinny-dipping. That would be something we've never done together. Who else is game?" said Todd.
"I'm in," said Tracy. "But, Roberta, do you realize how horny these guys must be after cramming for the last two weeks? I guarantee that the night would not end up with just skinny-dipping. Are you ready for sex with Kyle or Todd?"
Roberta laughed. "As handsome as those two are, and with as much fun as we're having tonight, I could be persuaded. We can be consenting adults, can't we? Let's see what develops. Oh, there is one thing: let me drive you all in my car to my place. I'd just as soon not have any nosy neighbors wondering whose cars are in my driveway, and I also don't want any DUI trouble, if we drink more wine. You can all sleep over so we have lots of time, and I'll drive you back here tomorrow."
The group agreed, and chattered excitedly as Roberta drove her SUV out to her suburban house. They made a stop at a shopping mall for Roberta to buy cheese. Tracy went to the drugstore and returned with a bag of items. "Essentials for the morning," she explained. "Toothbrushes, disposable razors and shaving cream."
Once the car was discretely parked in Roberta's garage, she ushered them into the house. The three guests began to admire the decorations and art pieces tastefully arranged on the walls and side tables. She gave them a tour, ending upstairs. "Kyle, you can use my son's bedroom; Tracy, my daughter's. Todd can use the guest bedroom. There are two bathrooms up here, and another off the living room downstairs. I'll get some towels to wrap around you; sorry I don't have hot tub robes. Let's strip up here, and meet down in the kitchen. The hot tub's in that part of the house."
Ten minutes later, the four met in the kitchen, each wrapped in fluffy white bath towels. Kyle said, "Hey, Roberta, I found some condoms inside my towel. I have two questions: Number one, are they for us? And Number Two: how did you happen to have a supply on hand?"
"Yes, Kyle, to Number One; Number Two, that's an impertinent question to ask a woman, but the answer is that my ex-husband and I were not so naïve about our children remaining celibate while teenagers. So we stressed responsibility and precaution. When our son, the oldest, was sixteen, my husband, John made sure that condoms were available in the house, no questions asked. I strongly agreed with his idea, and have maintained that supply for when my children come home."
Looking at her younger guests, Roberta continued.
"We've gotten to know each other pretty well, but let's be adult here. You don't know where I've been, and I don't know where you've been. I insist on using good sense to assure all of us are safe, and Tracy and I are stork proof. While I'm still on the soapbox, let me recite the rest of the house rules. For tub hygiene, everyone must take a soap and water shower before entering. Please try hard to keep the wine and cheese out of the water; it's hell on the filters. And all sexual activities will be done on the beds in your rooms with the covers removed."
Roberta turned on the lights in the sunken room addition. In the center was the hot tub, surrounded in the corners by pots of leafy plants, including a huge fichus and a philodendron. She folded back the tub cover and pressed the buttons to turn on the pump motors and the submerged lights. Todd, Kyle, and Tracy were impressed with the bubbling water and pulsating jets.
"OK, people," Roberta said. "Here's our unwinding machine; who wants to shower first?" Tracy grinned and said, "Just to start the fun, let's pick our partners and do twosomes in the shower. The guys and gals will play the scissors, paper, rock game; winners go first." The fingers and hands quickly established that Kyle and Tracy were the winners.
Roberta said, "Leave your towels next to the hot tub here, and take your time in the shower. Todd and I will open a bottle of wine and cut some cheese cubes for us; then we'll take our turn."
