It was turning out to be a wonderful spring day. Highs in the upper 80’s and not a cloud in the sky. Over the weekend I had managed to get the pool in shape and decided it was time to play hooky from work so I could lay out and work on my tan.
Playing hooky isn’t hard for me. I work mostly at home, going into the office two or three times a week. Plus, working as an advertising consultant requires me to be alone with my thoughts so I can remain creative. It has been five years since I worked full time at the office. The company was very understanding of my situation and it didn’t hurt that I managed some of the top accounts.
Still, I would rather not have a special situation and wish nothing more than to go to the office every day so I could come home to my wife and children. Unfortunately, my wife and young daughter were killed in a car accident five years ago. It was very traumatic for awhile on my boys and me. In the end, the insurance and settlement was very helpful in the fact that I was able to pay off the house and all our major bills. And like I said the company was very understanding.
I pick up the phone and dial my secretary’s number. She works in the office and basically runs interference for me. I don’t answer my phone at home, letting all calls go into voice mail. Nancy has my private number and if it’s important will call me before transferring someone to my other line.
“Hi, Nancy. Just wanted to let you know I have a doctor’s appointment and will be out for a while.”
“Gee, Mr. Robinson. I don’t see an appointment on your calendar. You’re usually very good about keeping me informed of such things. Maybe, you’re going to see a dermatologist. What was his name, Doctor Sunshine?” Nancy kids.
“There’s just no fooling you is there Nancy.”
“You get the pool all cleaned up? When you going to invite me over and dip me?” she asks with an obvious double meaning. Nancy and her husband are devout swingers and after the first year without my wife she had tried to get me with them.
“Now you know I don’t go that way,” I reply.
“Well you never know until you try, have a nice time,” she says hanging up the phone.
I probably could get Nancy as a solo act but just never pushed it. I just leave her in the back of my mind when I masturbate, something I seem to do a lot of. With a 9 and 11 year old boys running the house most of the time, I do good to have any time other than day time to myself.
I head down to the pool after stopping to slip on a fairly skimpy cut swimsuit. I don’t wear the suit in public but I prefer to tan in it since it is as close as I dare come to an all over tan. I don’t like tanning beds, finding the artificial rays not quite giving the skin the same natural tone. I situate my chair for maximum rays, splash on some lotion and enjoy the warmth of the impending summer.
I must have fallen asleep, because I never heard the gate open. What I did hear shocked, surprised and embarrassed me.
“Hi. Mr. Robinson. I thought you might have the pool ready. Hope you don’t mind me stopping by. Wow! Now that’s a great swimsuit, Mr. R.”
It was the daughter of my good neighbors Bill and Amy Hanson, Rachel. Waking and registering her comments I look at my swim suit and notice that as usually happens when I sleep, I was rewarded with a sentry on duty in the form of a nice hard on pressing the spandex material. I throw a towel over myself and attempt to greet her.
“Rachel, I didn’t know classes were out already.”
“Yeah the last day was yesterday and I came right home.”
“You still majoring in psychology?” I asked the 20 year old.
“Yeah, for now. I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up. Right now I’m thinking of maybe a therapist or something. I like to help people.”
“Well I’m sure you would be good at it.”
“Mr. R. if this is a bad time I can come back. I didn’t mean to intrude,” Rachel says referring to the bulge she is eyeing still very prominent even under my towel.
“Don’t mind him. He has a mind of his own and tends to wake up when the rest of me is asleep. Sometimes he stays up all night,” I joke.
“It still hurts doesn’t it. Even after five years. I was only fifteen but I remember babysitting. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t bring this up.”
“It’s really okay. You know from your studies that it’s good to talk about your emotions and feelings. For me, I have good days and I have bad days. It’s all in how you learn to live with it,” I explain.
“Can I ask you a personal question Mr. R.?”
“Yes if you will stop calling me Mr. R and call me Chuck. That is what my friends call me and I do consider you a friend.”
“Chuck, do you date much?”
“I did for awhile, about six months after, and it just didn’t seem right. People were trying to set me up with dates saying it would help me get over it. It didn’t and so I stopped. The boys keep me plenty busy and even though to the outside observer it may not look like I work for a living, I actually get a lot more done here at home than I ever did at the office.”
“But don’t you miss sex?” she asks bluntly.
“Of course I do. But I’ve decided not to try and have a relationship until the boys are a little older. I have to consider their feelings too. It wouldn’t be right to just replace Mommy.”
“So do you just…you know…do it yourself?”
“If you mean masturbate, yes I do that. Maybe a little more than most guys, at least the ones with some access to a normal relationship,” I tell her trying not to show my embarrassment of the conversation.
