The first warm day of the year was here, and it fell on a Saturday. Lena couldn't wait to get her string bikini on and lay at the pool, the lovely pool SHE had paid for, so she asked her daughter Jackie if she wanted to host a pool day. It was her way to feel feminine again after a long week at work. And maybe bond with her daughter before she went away to college. At least she hoped. Ever since the divorce (or maybe just the normal teenage process), she had been spending more time with her "clique", a few chatty girls, and a couple of boy friends. She always had one eye on all of them. Especially the boys. After some teenage rumbling about her friends being "skanks", she said she would call Billy.
"Stop that, he hates when you call him that."
"What, it's short for William, right?"
Lena rolled her eyes. She kind of felt sorry for Bi...William, mainly because her daughter had mercilessly put him in the "friend zone". But he was a sweet, quiet boy, tall but shy. He had a bit of a stutter that made him a source of teasing with the meaner girls of the group. Lena hated it. She went through a period of self consciousness. Albeit for different, female reasons.
His home life was...not easy. His mom was never going to win "mother of the year" awards, thats for sure. There were constant rumors about her being a "loose woman", out at seedy bars and being in the company of very married men at all times of the night. Lena even questioned if she fed the tall, lanky boy sometimes. She had tried to reach out to Rebecca to make friends. But between the obviously drunken phone call they had, and Lena seeing her out with her not so secret lover, she decided against it. At least Bi...WILLIAM, can come over here and feel safe. He wasnt like the other boys who stalked around her, obviously wanting one thing. She saw the future assholes to women they were going to become. Not William. He was always respectful from the first time she met him the year before high school. He was not as tall; his growth spurt didnt hit until junior year. He always called her Ms. Keefe, her married name (her maiden name was Santos). She didnt mind, not from him. It always came out genuine, almost as if William was happy to see her. A soft smile always greeted her. She would go out of her way to make him a special sandwich whenever Lena heard he was coming over. She loved being the "cool mom" that way.
She also thought he had a crush on Jackie. Who wouldnt-she was built like her at that age. Five foot two, nice full C cups, long black hair that went down her back. Her skin was a light tan, which her mother's Spanish heritage provided. Big, Jasmine like eyes, that matched Lenas. Full lips, also provided by her mother, with a radiant smile. Lena had filled her hips out with childbirth, but pilates and yoga kept her figure to a point that her daughter was even a bit jealous. Red lipstick, always worn- never NOT wear lipstick, Lenas mother told her-accentuated the fullness of the curvy puffs of her lips. Her rear end would make J-Lo envious. Her bikini could barely contain the fuller D cups that motherhood had also provided, so some women half her age (and all the men) could not help but stare and admire her-or be jealous. Shit, even Jackie's asshole boyfriend Colin was caught staring too long at her one time.
Either way, she was having a pool day. And not even a moody teenager was going to stop her.
She pulled out her new purchase-a slightly skimpy, even for her, white string ensemble she got on clearance at Nordstrom in the fall. Trying it on, she gave it the once over. The supple, mature curves her body still had were accentuated perfectly. Her breasts were still perky, and the top gave her a very impressive cleavage. She looked better than some women 10 years younger than her. "Yep, I'm still hot..."she whispered into the mirror. "Not bad for a late 30s girl." She giggled at her own joke at her expense; she was 42. At least she could tell herself that, since nobody else was available. She didnt mind that she hadn't had even a prospect since the divorce almost 5 years ago. Not that men hadn't tried.
Oh, they tried.
After her breakup with Chad ("Never date a Chad" was her mom advice now), she had been hit on consistently at work. Including her boss, that one late night in his office for "paperwork" that he pulled his stubby, flaccid cock out and offered her "benefits". One call to HR alleviated that issue:that office was now hers. Now nobody even could look her in the eyes and feel safe. She liked it that way. And Gustavo (her vibrator) wasnt going to cheat on her with your former babysitter.
The noon sun hit the expansive yard perfectly. The pool was her reward to herself for a huge bonus from work. It was a nice place to entertain, if Lena had actual friends in Jackie's "clique" mom group. But most of them were either too chatty, too PTA, or just strictly insanely jealous. Many a time at school functions she noticed the dads ogling her, even hitting on her within earshot of their wives. "Fuck em. I dont need that negativity. Ill just enjoy my new pool alone." She'd rather have a quiet afternoon sunbathing than gossiping about god knows what. Probably Rebecca. Fucking Rebecca.
Lena had just lathered sunscreen when Jackie called from inside the house.
"MOM, BILLYS HERE!"
"HELLO WILLIAM!" Lena called out, a bit sternly to her daughter. Eyeroll city. She had heard her call him Billy so many times it had started to burrow in her brain now. "Hi Ms. Keefe!" He shouted from the kitchen, out of sightline. She could hear Jackie babbling about something. Then a few seconds of quiet.
"He doesn't have a bathing suit." She was now standing over her beach chair.
"He doesn't?"
"Nope."
She sighed. Fucking Rebecca.
"Maybe he can borrow one of dad's?" Jackie mused.
Lena looked at her over her Ray Bans. "Your dad was 5'6". He's way taller. What makes you think it'll fit?"
Jackie shrugged. "Better than nothing."
Lena relented with a wave and an "okay." She was glad his shit was being put to good use anyway. He was lucky it wasnt burned in effigy.
Jackie went into the garage to dig through some old boxes.A few minutes passed and Jackie came outside. Lena asked without opening her eyes.
"Did you find any?"
"Yeah, they might be a little small on him." Ya think?
Lena hadn't kept track of time, slightly dozing away, when Jackie spoke.
"Mom, can you grab me a soda?"
"Can't you get it?"
"But I JUST put lotion ooonnnn..."
Lena looked at her annoyingly and scoffed. "Spoiled little brat..." she muttered to herself, and got up. I HOPE SHES LIKE THIS WITH CHAD NEXT WEEKEND. HE CAN WAIT ON HER HAND AND FOOT FOR ONCE. She needed some water anyway.
Brushing back her hair, she sauntered to the French doors into the kitchen. As she did, she noticed William wasn't there. Not like him to be away from Jackie for so long, she mused.
As Lena entered the kitchen, a Katy Perry song was playing on the radio, giving her some energy to shimmy to the music. Swaying her hips, she momentarily forgot about the boy, just turned 18, lingering about the house.
She poured her water on the floating island in the center, still swaying and shimmying her breasts.
William had just come from upstairs. He seemed to be very careful about his movements, which seemed strange to Lena. His hands were low on his hips, almost like he was about to start jogging. She paused her dancing and looked up to greet him, taking a sip.
"Hello Bi...William!" She said, disappointed she just broke her own rule. The boy was an unusual shade of pink. He didn't notice the bikini clad woman in his path at first.
"H-h-hi, Ms. Keefe..." he stopped suddenly, eyes widening and gulping. William had never seen her in a bikini, at most jeans and a baggy t shirt. His eyes darted up and down her form, resting at her still slightly swaying cleavage. Lips parted slightly in amazement.
