If I wanted you to feel sorry for me, I'd tell you that I haven't had a date since my wife left me three years ago. If I really wanted you to feel sorry for me, I'd tell you that we had three kids, now all in their teens. The truth is, Elaine was toxic. Lucie, the middle child, is the only female in the house, and she's the first one to tell you that we're better off without her.
When Lucie was younger, I worried that I'd have to deal with boys coming to see her all the time. The reality is that her female friends are always coming over. I've heard that girls tend to hang out with girls who are at about the same level in looks. Kevin, who's fourteen, was the one who noticed that her friends are almost uniformly attractive. To sum up, I'm a 45-year-old unmarried man who sees a lot of attractive, barely legal women in his house. (Lucie hasn't had her eighteenth birthday yet, but many of her friends have.)
My oldest, Jedd, is away in college. Last Saturday, Kevin was across the state for a band competition, and Lucie was at her part-time job at a fast food place, so I had the house to myself. I decided since it was the first warm day of spring, I'd get the pool ready for summer. I knew the forecast the day before, so I had drained the dirty winter water out overnight. When the pool was half-full, I got the supplies out of the shed. I had just stripped naked and pulled my swim trunks past my ankles when the doorbell rang. "It's open," I yelled.
I heard the door open, and a young woman announced herself. "It's Tawny," she said. What could I do to keep her from seeing anything? First I thought I should just get my trunks up as fast as possible, and then I thought I should close the bedroom door. My indecision led me to get up too fast, and I tripped. I lifted my legs and pulled my trunks up, but not fast enough. I don't think Tawny saw my dick, but she definitely saw my ass. "Sorry!" she yelled, and she went back to the living room. As soon as her back was turned, I got up and pulled my trunks the rest of the way up.
I went into the living room, and she was sitting on the couch. Tawny was born in September, so she's one of the oldest people in Lucie's senior class. She's probably 5'9", and she let her raven hair grow not quite down to her waist over the winter. She doesn't have what you'd call an athletic build, but she was on the girls' softball team in her junior year. (The AA baseball team in our area is bad even by minor-league standards, so we took in a few of Tawny's games together. Kevin didn't take much convincing.) "Lucie's not home," I told her.
"Yeah, I kinda figured that," Tawny said.
"She's at work. Was she expecting you?"
"I thought she was," Tawny said. "We ordered some swimsuits online last week, and she told me they got here yesterday."
"I'm probably treading where I shouldn't, but you and Lucie don't look like you're the same size." Lucie can still shop at the juniors section, while Tawny has curves where you want them and boobs that a plastic surgeon would love to use as a model.
"We're not. We just ordered together to save on shipping."
"I think I know where it is," I told her. I headed to Lucie's room, and Tawny followed me. I saw a gray plastic bag on Lucie's drawer. Within the plastic bag, I could see transparent plastic in front of fabric. I pulled on it to find that there was only one item left. I couldn't make out the exact design, but it was a bright blue bikini.
"That's it," Tawny said. I handed it to her, and she promptly unwrapped it. The top was two triangles. The bottom piece is probably modest by today's standards, but it would have been daring when I was her age.
Neither of us said anything while she held each piece over her body. It wasn't awkward, but I heard the hose running and told her, "I need to see how full the pool is."
I went outside, and the water was not quite to the level I try to keep it. Since I had company, I decided to stop before it went too far, knowing that I could add more later. I had just rolled the hose up when Tawny walked out in her bikini. It wasn't just bright; it was downright shiny, and it tied with strings on the sides. "Is it ready?" she asked.
"Not quite," I told her. "I have to clean up all the gunk that built up over the winter." I picked up the long-handled net and explained, "That's what this is for."
"That's too bad," Tawny said. "It's a good day for a swim."
"I'm hoping tomorrow will be just as good, since I'll have it ready by then."
Tawny had carried her cell phone with her, and she got a text notification. She opened it up and read it. "I texted Lucie and told her I came by and picked up the bikini. She wants to know how it looks. Would you mind taking a picture for me?"
"Not at all, but couldn't you just take a selfie?"
"I could, but I wouldn't get a good angle." She held her cell phone in front of her chest. "If I did this, she'd see what it looks like filled out, but she wouldn't see whether it looks good on me."
I got on my knees where she was holding the camera. "You're right. It's a nice view but it doesn't show how well it fits you." I stood up. Tawny handed me the phone, and I took a picture that went from her neck to her belly button.
"Does it? I wasn't sure."
"Oh, yeah, it's perfect. The space between the triangles shows how big your chest is, but I've seen mother of the bride dresses that reveal less actual flesh."
I handed Tawny her phone. She looked at the picture and said, "Rats. I actually wanted to show a little more." She pulled the bikini straps to the side and handed me the phone again. "Does that reveal more?"
"If that's what you want, yeah, I guess it does." I took another picture, using that as an excuse to myself to keep looking at her tits.
"How 'bout the bottom?"
I took a close-up and showed it to her. "Up front, it doesn't reveal anything that would bother me if you were half your age."
