Lexy barged into my room. "Angela, I need a huge favor. You have to go home to Houston with me for the weekend tomorrow. My mother is insisting I go shopping with her to pick out clothes with her for our trip to Europe this summer. I cannot handle that all day Saturday with her nitpicking everything I do and then the rest of the weekend with her and my dad at each other's throats. I can't do it. I can't!"
"Lexy, finals are in two weeks. You know I am swamped. I cannot go to Houston with you."
"Please. Please. PLEASE! I will have my mom put you in the pool house. I will say you were desperate for a quiet place to study. That will get you out of going shopping with us. You can even study by the pool. It is supposed to be a beautiful weekend. It's just a three hour drive from Austin. Then, you can join for dinner. The food will be great. The company...not so much."
I hated to admit, the idea did sound appealing. If I could truly get some studying done, it had to beat a weekend spent I the dorm. "Fine, you win. I'll go." Lexy jumped up and down...her dark brown ponytail swinging side to side. She grabbed me and hugged me.
"Thank you so much. I will make it worth your while. Can you leave around 4:00?"
"Sure. Do I need to bring anything in particular to wear?"
"Well, we usually dress up a bit for dinner, so a dress is probably in order, your swimsuit, casual clothes for the rest."
We got to her parents house about 7:30 on Friday night. I had met her parents before and they had been lovely to me, but Lexy made it clear they had not been happy for years and she could not figure out why they were still together. Helena, her mother, was everything Lexy was not: tall, blonde, polished—mid-fifties with plenty of "good work" done to maintain the façade of youth. Her dad was the middle-aged version of Lexy. Marc was about 5'8" with now silver and somewhat curly hair, a prominent nose, tan skin, and a very sweet demeanor. He was still thin, but had the beginnings of a potbelly, yet always well-dressed and undeniably sexy.
"Mr. and Mrs. Zimmerman, thank you so much for hosting me this weekend. I am sure I will get more studying done here than in the dorm. There is always something going on there to distract me."
"Angela, how many times do I have to ask you to call me Marc. And thank you for the text letting me know you two were going to be late"
"I am sorry, sir. I always forget. Marc it is. And, I had to send the text. Lexy was driving."
"Drop the sir, as well." He smiled and I laughed. Mrs. Zimmerman (she had never asked such a thing) did not seem amused. She had always been nice to me, but maintained a more formal air. Lexy said that she had come from an old money family in Louisiana and had always felt she was better than Lexy's father even though he had made far more money than her family ever had. She had even told Lexy she thought it was nice that she had taken me on as her "project" because my parents were schoolteachers. Lexy had laughed at the suggestion.
We all retired relatively early. Helena and Lexy showed me to the poolhouse. It looked like it was out of Architectural Digest. I retired to the bedroom and said I would meet them in the main house for breakfast at 9:30 before they left to go shopping. Helena insincerely asked if I would like to join them, but I declined claiming that I had to spend some time with my studies or my sophomore year would be my last.
We all had a "family" breakfast. Lexy and Helena left for their series of boutiques. Helena said not to expect them before six. They had a lot to buy for six weeks in Europe. Marc headed for the office. I went to the poolhouse, put on my red bikini and a white cover-up, grabbed my books, and picked out a lounger. I took off my cover-up, rubbed down with baby oil (left over habit from my junior high days), and picked up my Contemporary Lit book. To be April, it was already 87 degrees at noon. I grabbed a second bottle of water and climbed on a raft in the pool. I picked up a novel for another lit class and decided I could be careful and read it in the pool.
About 50 pages in, I heard Marc say, "Now that is how you study," and laugh.
"I know. I am paranoid I am going to drop the book. Why don't you join me for a while. I have been at it for a few hours. I could use a break. And the other raft seems to have your name on it...well at least your initials." I pointed to the monogrammed raft and he laughed again.
"I don't want to barge in on your study time. And, I never use the pool. Enjoy yourself."
"Marc, that is ridiculous. I don't even want to think about how much you spend every month to maintain this. And you never use it? Take a break from your day and get in with me. The water is perfect and the company is not too shabby either..." Unthinking, I brushed my long blond hair off to the side exposing my full breasts.
"Alright, you talked me into it. But just for a little while. You are right. It is a waste. I should enjoy it. But, I do need to invade your space in the pool house to get my suit."
"Marc, you can invade my space all you want." He smiled. I could not believe I was flirting with him. I knew I shouldn't be. But, I could not help myself. There was something about him that brought it out in me. He disappeared into the pool house and reemerged a few minutes later in navy trunks carrying a plush white towel. He placed the towel on the lounger next to mine and made his way into the shallow end and climbed up on the other raft.
"You were right. It feels wonderful. I should take advantage of what's in my backyard more often. What can I say? I spend all my time at the office, so I can avoid this place. It is really wrong, but Lexy never makes any secret of it. I am sure you are aware. It is just so stressful here." I honestly felt sorry for him. He was so nice and always seemed so sincere in his interactions with me and I had overheard more than one interaction he had had with Lexy. She certainly had him wrapped around her little finger.
"Well, with all the stress, I bet I know something that could help. Stay on the raft, I will be right back. Here, hold mine." I pushed it over where he could hold it beside him.
I got out of the pool and quickly grabbed the bottle of baby oil. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw that he was taking in my voluptuous form. I was petite, but had the right amount of curves. He smiled as I got back in the water. "What are you doing?"
"Trust me. You will like it. Continue relaxing. I will help." I squirted a generous amount of baby oil in my hand, closed the lid, placed the bottle on my raft, and rubbed my hands together. I was standing behind him and touched his shoulders. He flinched and almost fell off his raft. "Calm down. You need to relax and be still. I am just going to rub your shoulders a bit and help you let some things go."
I began softly rubbing around his neck. I could sense him relax more almost immediately. Slowly, I worked my hands out over his shoulders and to his upper arms. He actually moaned a little. "I am so sorry, Angela. That feels so good."
"Don't worry. Just relax and enjoy it. I am happy to be of service." He smiled. I could barely control myself. I kept rubbing his shoulders and slowly began working my way over his chest covered with silver hair. He moaned again as my hands touch his nipples. Neither of us acknowledged it. I stepped around to where we were facing each other and continued working on his chest. I could not believe this was actually happening. I needed to control myself. This was Lexy's dad.
Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at me. "I hope you know how beautiful you are Angela." I could not control it any longer. I leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth. He seemed shocked at first, but finally responded with his tongue exploring my mouth. I raised up to look at him. "Angela, we cannot do this. As bad as things are in my marriage, I don't do things like this."
"I tell you what. You are doing nothing except lying on a raft. I will continue doing what I want. As long as you are lying on the raft, it will continue. If you get off the raft it will stop...unless you take the lead." I ran my hand down his chest, over his little belly and inside his trunks. I could feel his hard-on in my hand.
"I should not do this. I am almost 60 years old. You probably aren't even 20 yet."
