Chapter 1
Shortly after graduating college at 23 years old I came into a reasonable inheritance. I used the money to pay down my student loans and buy a rundown house in the suburbs. The neighborhood was one of those where most of the houses had families with kids or older couples whose kids had moved away. You know the place; I live on a cul-de-sac across the street from Leave-it-to-Beaver who lived next door to Mary Tyler Moore.
To the relief of my neighbors, I had enough money left over to refurbish the beat up house top to bottom and bring it up to the standards of the houses on the rest of the street, if not nicer. It took about two years to complete the project; I did most of the labor myself. My original plan was to flip the house and make enough profit to buy a house in town, but with the housing market down I decided to sit and wait for the prices to recover somewhat.
Now I was 25 years old with my first job out of college, I lived rent and mortgage free. This was a huge advantage. While most of my friends were struggling a bit, I was comparatively well off. I could afford a decent car and apparently 20something girls found home ownership to be a big turn on. Not to mention the construction work from the renovation filled out my 6 foot frame well and I got a good tan. Nevertheless, I have to face it, I am a nerd and not good at managing the attention of attractive ladies, but this was a welcome change.
One of my next-door neighbors had a daughter who was little miss popular high school girl. Paige. She was a 5 foot tall, hot brunette, with a size zero body and perky little tits.
I watched her over the past couple years tormenting boys with her aloof ways. She made me think of those bitches that had used me to do her homework and projects when I was a nerd in high school. Teasing me along but never putting out. Acting like they were friends, when in truth, they wouldn't be caught dead being seen with me. I should have lulled them into a sense of false security by doing their homework well enough and then given them shoddy work for their final projects so that they would have failed their classes. But then I probably would have had my legs broken by the football team.
Paige was always flirty and friendly with me. I tried to figure out what she wanted from me, I wasn't into doing homework anymore. Perhaps comparing her to the popular girls who had used me may not have been fair. One day, it finally occurred to me that for her I wasn't a nerd to be used, I was that older, but not too much older guy that she wanted to find her attractive. Well, I didn't actually figure it out by myself. I overheard her and her friends while they were tanning in her backyard.
I was out front in the driveway, wearing only a pair of board shorts and no shirt while washing my car when a carload of her friends stopped in front of her house, they tumbled into the street and shattered the suburban peace. They openly gawked at me as they loudly approached the house in their short shorts and microscopic bikini tops. They were all 18 year old seniors in high school about to graduate. I tried to steal a few glances without being too obvious.
I finished washing the car and went to the backyard. I suddenly wanted to go for a swim, really I mostly wanted to try and catch a glimpse of the girls in the backyard next door. They were hot even if they were a little young for me.
While still on the patio heading for the pool I heard one of the girls say loudly, "Paige you told us you thought he was cute, but you didn't say he was hot." I stopped to listen.
Another girl, "What's his name?"
Paige answered, "Paul."
What?! My name is PAUL. They're talking about me?
Another girl, "Does Paul have a girlfriend?"
Paige answered, "I don't think so. He has girls over sometimes, but no one steady."
Paige was keeping track?
Another girl, "You should totally do him then."
And another, (or maybe the same girl, I couldn't really tell. They all sounded the alike), "Let's go over there now. We could take turns on him."
The conversation devolved from there and got kind of raunchy. After a few minutes the conversation became trite and repetitive and downright boring to listen to, so I decided to make a splash.
Quite literally.
I cannon balled into my pool. When I came up to the surface the yard next door was as quiet as a tomb. I hoped that they were mortified that I had overheard their crass conversation.
I looked over and saw the top of someone's head peeking over the fence. It dropped out of sight the second I looked over. 'Yep, I scared them', I thought. I delighted in my breaking up their tea party until I heard an excited scream, "He has a pool!"
I was disappointed that I apparently didn't scare them.
"Ask if we can come over and use it."
No, not scared at all.
I could hear some hushed murmurs. Followed by, "No, ask now."
A short time later Paige's head popped up clear into view and addressed me very sweetly, "Hi Mr. D. My friends and I would like to know if it's alright if we can use your pool. Please." She smiled brightly. That's an understatement. It was a million megawatt smile. Very bedazzling. Probably the smile she used on her dad to get that new car.
Damn. She found a way to use me after all.
"I don't think that it's a good idea." I didn't want to be that pushover nerd from high school anymore.
"We will be really quiet and I promise we won't make a mess. Please."
"The gate's unlocked." What the hell did I just say? Fucking A! She did it, damn her.
I stayed in the pool and next thing I knew the rear of the house was flooded with six hot coeds. The popular ones I would have given any to have been with in high school. Apparently all I needed was my own house with a pool to catch their attention. If I'd only known. Yeah right, like it would have made any difference and it wouldn't today either. I would have blue balls just the same as the old days.
They laid on deck chairs and on towels on the concrete. I swam a little without paying any mind to them and their hot bodies, shiny with lotion or their impossibly small bikinis that proved that they shaved everywhere. I didn't look one bit. Yeah. Who am I kidding?
As I got out of the pool and toweled myself dry, ignoring the six sets of eyes trained on my every move, I pretended that they did not interest me. I went into the house. Once inside, I dropped my head in shame.
