Hello, my name is Kelli. I am 24 and live in a college town in Oklahoma where I was born and raised. I did some college after high school and manage a daycare center. There have been a few boyfriends in my life but I am still single and unattached. I enjoy my work and have met many wonderful children and parents. About a year ago, a mother by the name of Sally came in and enrolled her two year old daughter. Sally was about 20, thin, long brown hair, plain featured but there was something special about her that attracted her to me. I made it a point to talk to her when she dropped off and picked up her daughter. One day I asked Sally if she wanted to with me to hear this concert that was being held at the college. If she was able to arrange someone to watch her daughter, she would love to go. I received a call that evening from Sally that she was able to go but that she would have to be picked up at her house as her car was being repaired. That was not a problem and that I would be by around 6:30.
It was a little after six, when I pulled in front of the address that Sally gave me. It was one of the homes that the university professors usually lived in. Sally wasn’t married and was living with her father. I rang the doorbell and Sally answered the door.
“Hi Kelli, said Sally, “Come on in. Do you want something to drink?”
I walked in and said “Sure, a Coke is fine. What a nice home this is.”
“Thank you” said Sally leading me into the kitchen, “It’s the only home that I have really known. My father has taught at the college since I was very young.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that your father taught there. Who is your father? I asked, “Maybe I have had a class that he taught.”
“Same last name as mine” Sally laughed, “Collins, you know, Jack Collins.”
“I think that I had History 3 with him” and thought to myself, Jack Collins! He was the most handsome professor on campus and every female student had a crush on him. He looked like an older George Clooney with grey temples.
Handing me a Coke, Sally gave me the tour of the house which ended at the garden in the back yard. We sat on an outdoor bench surrounded by rose bushes and chatted. We had time to kill as he concert wasn’t until 7:30 and it would only take a few minutes to drive the other side on the campus where the auditorium was. After a half an hour, Sally’s father walked up to us with Sally’s daughter in his arms.
“Hi, I’m Jack Collins, Sally’s father.”
“Dad, this is my friend Kelli. She is the one who takes care of my baby during the day.” smiled Sally, “Are you going to be OK babysitting tonight?”
“Hi, I’m Kelli” as I a extended my hand to shake his. Jack had this smooth strong but not forceful hand shake that I could have melted in. “I had a history class with you a few years back.”
“Nice to meet you,” said Jack, “I’m sorry if I don’t remember you but I have taught so many students and the classes are too large to notice anyone in particular. I’m so glad that you are taking Sally to this concert, she needs to get out more. And yes, Sally, the baby and I will be fine tonight. You go and have a good time!” Looking at his watch, “ In fact, you need to be leaving now if you are going to find a parking space at the concert.”
Sally and I got up to leave. Sally went over to her father, made baby talk to her daughter, kissed her and then kissed her father goodbye. I just waived to them and walked Sally to my car. Her father was right as we pulled into the last parking spot at the auditorium. The concert turned out to be great and we both had a good time. Walking back to the car, I asked Sally if she wanted to get something eat or a drink but she needed to get back home to her baby and her father. I drove to her house but the street was filled with cars and I finally was able to pull to the curb about two blocks away. It had turned colder that evening and Sally was shivering as she got out of the car.
“Are you that cold?” I asked
“Yes,” shivered Sally, “I thought that wearing a sweater would keep me warm enough.”
“Here,” I said, taking off my jacket and putting it around her shoulders. I walked close next to Sally with my arm around her wait until we reached her doorstep.
Giving me back my jacket, Sally said, “Thanks for taking me to the concert with you. I had a great time. Lets do this more often, OK? Sally gave me a quick (if not too soft) kiss on the lips, smiled, and waved goodbye.
I waved and said “Goodbye, see you on Monday”. Sally went into her house and I walked back to my car. I had a very good time that night and I could not stop thinking about the kiss Sally gave me. I have had social kisses from girls before but this was different. It was not overtly sexual nor inappropriate but somehow sensual like her father’s handshake.
Monday morning gave around and as usual, Sally came by and dropped her baby off in my daycare center. “Hi, how are you. I wanted to tell you what a great time I had.” I said.
Sally smiled back and said, “It was the best time that I have had in a long while. It was nice to be with someone other than my baby. My father really liked you too. Since my mother died several years ago, he has been very protective of me and picky about who my friends are.”
Sally kissed her baby goodbye and waved to her. Sally turned to me and said, “It will be getting warmer next month and my family has this place on Ouchita Lake. Would you like to go there with me for the weekend, sometime?”
“Sure!” I exclaimed, “I love to go boating and swim. Pick a weekend with good weather and I’ll go.”
Over the next several weeks, Sally became close friends. We chatted on the phone, hung out at her father’s house, and stayed with her baby. Each time we parted, she would give me one of those wonderful kisses. On several occasions, I would kiss her father goodbye which was as sensual as well. The weather finally got into the 80’s and we picked a weekend that worked into both our schedules. Jack was kind enough to watch the baby while Sally and I were away. That Saturday morning with clear blue skies and the radio turned up, we drove the two hundred miles into hill country and Ouchita Lake. We drove down one of the main lake roads and made a right onto a dirt road marked only by a large rock with a house number painted on it. My car kicked up the dust as we rocked along the dirt road until we reached Sally’s place. It was a small house that was built when Sally was young and where her family spent their weekends and summers at.
Since her mother died, the house is vacant most of the time. It was an A-frame with two bedrooms with a view of the lake upstairs, kitchen and living room on the first floor, and a large concrete patio facing the lake. Opening the trunk, we pulled out our bags of clothes and provisions for the weekend. We stocked the refrigerator and placed the weekend foodstuffs on the counter. We went up the stairs and Sally placed her bags in her old room and I had the room that her parents usually used. After unpacking, Sally showed me around the property. We walked across the patio, pass a circular outdoor fireplace, down the concrete steps to their boat dock. Her father had not brought down boat since last fall but there were two jet ski’s in the boat house. We went back to the kitchen to grab some lunch and then go skiing. Sally fixed some quick sandwiches for lunch and after eating we went to our rooms to change.
I changed and waited on the patio for Sally. She came out and we brought into laughter as we both had the same identical red one piece swim suit on. We got the jet ski’s out of the boat house and into the swallow water. To our surprise the jet ski’s started on the first try. The rest of the afternoon was spent exploring the lake and racing each other. It was starting to get close to sunset and we headed back to the house. We were getting tired by the end of the day and just tied the ski’s to the dock. Back in the house, I started to fry some burgers while Sally called home to check on her father and the baby. Everything was fine at the home front and Sally started to get the outdoor fireplace going while I set the table. We chatted and ate our dinner while in the window, we could see the fire starting to get brighter in the fireplace. I was cleaning up after dinner as Sally was opening a bottle of wine.
“Lets sit by the fire and share this,” she said. I nodded and told her that I would be out in a minute. I watched Sally walk out to the patio through the dim light of the livingroom with a wine bottle in one hand and two crossed glasses in the other. It must have been the lighting that made me notice how her butt cheeks swayed in that red swimsuit as she walked. When I walked out, Sally was sitting on padded bench for two. She handed me a full glass of Shiraz as I sat next to her. The fire was blazing in the fireplace and the view behind the fire had turned to a sheet of black. It was getting cooler as a breeze was blowing off the lake and the fire felt very comforting.
“I had such a wonderful time,” I said and taking a sip of wine, “I’m so glad that you invited me to come with you.”