I'd been going to Sonny's parent's lake house for years. There were always people there in addition to the owners, the Hollands. I knew them all - we were like family. Mrs Thompson was Sally Holland's best friend. She was a teacher at our high school. I've always had a crush on her. She was this petite, skinny country girl with long brown hair. She must have been in her late thirties. She was a gymnast in college and still had an amazing little. At the lake she always wore a one-piece bathing suit, which to me seemed too boring - kind of a waste. That's just how she was - very conservative. She was married to her high school sweetheart and had 3 sons, all younger than me.
Mrs Thompson hung out at the lake almost all summer long. School was out so she just tanned and drank with Sally. They were like sisters.
I was home for the summer after my freshman year at college, working construction. Next week was my 20th birthday so I planned to spend it at the lakehouse, waterskiing, drinking and tanning as a gift to myself. I got off of work at 4:00 on Friday afternoon and headed straight for the lake. I filled the gas cans on the way and arrived at the house around 6:00. It was odd that Sonny's car wasn't there and neither was Sally's van. As I unloaded the gas cans at the dock Mrs Thompson yelled from the back deck, "Hey Marc. Wash up and come eat. Dinner is ready."
I was surprised given the missing vehicles. Sonny was always there and why was Mrs. Thompson there without Sally? I finished and walked up to the house. I stopped off in the laundry room and washed my hands before heading upstairs to the kitchen. "Hey Gail" I said. She laughed. She was always asking us to stop calling her Mrs Thompson, which we did to irk her. "Where is everyone?" I asked as I tossed my bag into Sonny's room.
"Well, everything is ok, but Sonny's car is dead in Bellview. Sally and Davis went to get him."
"Oh damn. That sucks. Should we go?" I replied.
"No, no need. It sounds like something serious, maybe the engine is blown, so they won't be bringing it back. They left about an hour ago and said for us to eat without them. I suspect they won't be here until late" she said.
"Ok. What's that I smell?" I asked.
"Sally's Boston Butt. Just pulled it out. Needs to sit for a while and then we can shred it." I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat at the kitchen counter. Gail was working at the counter unwrapping the butt. She had on a pair of cutoff jean shorts and a tight white t-shirt. I'd seen the outfit hundreds of times before. I just stared at her tight little tanned legs and tiny butt. Nothing sexier than a barefoot tanned woman in jean shorts! I had a thing for her feet - they were so small and perfect. All of her toes were the right size and when she laid out she wiggled them endlessly. It drove me crazy. She could have easily passed for one of my school friends. "Hey, do me a favor and pour me another glass of wine." she asked.
I got up, grabbed the bottle of white wine from the fridge and filled her glass very high. She looked over and said "Whoa.......you trying to get me drunk?" She laughed and said "Cause I'm fine with that" and took a big gulp. I laughed with her.
I sat at the dinner table and watched as she positioned herself at the bartop counter in front of me. She had her feet up on the chair next to me. She had amazing legs for such a petite woman. They were tanned, muscular and appeared much longer than her frame could humanly support. Her toenails were painted with the little white stripes on the ends. Her little feet were so sexy and she never wore shoes. It was unbearable trying to force myself to look away. It took all of my strength not to stare but I caught myself doing it over and over again.
I endured it, barely, and we ultimately ate dinner. Afterwards I made my way to the couch and fired up the satellite dish. She had asked about watching a scary movie so I sat down and went through the various options. I hadn't really paid any attention that she was gone for a while. She leaned over the back of the couch and handed me another beer.