"But you can't do that," I explained, "This isn't our holiday place. You can't just throw a party – you know how your uncle is. You're being terribly selfish."
When you're not expecting it, a slap in the face comes as quite a shock. I was speechless as I watched my step daughter storm out of the door, get into the car and drive off, the screech of the tires fighting with the sound of the revving engine.
The funny thing was that I was probably less surprised than her two friends who were standing at the kitchen counter unpacking the drinks and food into the fridge.
Mona, who has always shown a dry sense of humour muttered, "Well that was unexpected." After a moment she added, "Are you okay Mr K?"
I nodded, still unable to mouth any response and then went outside to try to gather my thoughts. The two girls followed me both still trying to consol me, both well aware how embarrassed I might be. Their words were diplomatic and both assured me that I had been reasonable. I thanked them and then went for a walk around the small resort trying to clear my mind.
Kirsty indicated to my mobile phone when I got back. "You've missed two calls Mr K."
My wife was a dangerous calm on the other end of the phone and I was extremely gladdened that she wasn't angry with me. It seemed that one of the girls had phoned her and explained the situation and she was ready to spit fire. Her daughter had apparently whimsically decided to drive all the way back home and despite the 90 minute drive could not be persuaded to turn around – the two girls and I were stranded. Would I mind, she asked, if we could stay the night and she would come pick us up the following day?
"No problem, darling. I'll speak to you tomorrow then. Love you."
I went back into the house to explain the situation and it was then that night to come began to come into existence.
"Uh, girls – Brenda has decided to go straight home by the looks of things. We'll be staying the night and then going home in the morning."
"But we hadn't taken our clothes out the car yet." moaned Kirsty. She gestured at herself, "This is all I have."
The small orange shirt covered a bright yellow bikini top that left a bare midriff that was being caressed by a very short skirt. She had come to catch some sun with as much of her skin as was decently possible. Her standards of decency fortunately were pretty loose.
The clothing problem was one that I had not thought of – I was suddenly aware that I was grimy from the drive down to the resort and if I decided to shower, I too would have nothing to put on. Mona and her beautiful body would also have to come up with a plan B. Her light brown shorts were complimented by a large buckled belt and a relatively tight tank top that left much of her shoulders naked. She had her long blond hair tied in a neat ponytail. It occurred to me that there were many worse things to have to do than spend time with two delightfully gorgeous eighteen year old girls.
"We'll have to make a plan," I said, 'but we have food, something to drink and an evening to kill. – I am going to go put on the Jacuzzi and relax"
I had just settled into the warmth of the water and the soothing pummel of the bubbles when Mona came into the Jacuzzi area and asked if I minded if the two of them joined me. The tub was relatively large and there was enough space so I agreed happily, not having expected to see them till much later.
The two girls weren't particularly conscious of how pretty they were. Mona had a strong muscled dancer's body with lovely definition. The bikini bottom she had worn under her shorts was a deep red and covered her tight ass very closely. She laughed apologetically at the strapless bra that she was wearing though I had to keep my reaction to the large expanse of flesh to myself. She was beautiful and had a way of crinkling her nose when she laughed that I thought was terribly attractive. I'd always thought that she was the sexiest of the friends that Brenda brought home. She had a tendency to wear long flowing feminine dresses and on her body they were delightfully arousing...
Kirsty was, in a sense, prettier with a model's physique so she was not quite as athletic as Mona though she was in extremely good shape. The bright bikini top was very small and her larger breasts were enticingly on show. It matched the bikini brief she was wearing and I was taken by the size of it – two palm sized triangles of cloth kept together by pieces of string. I was beginning to think some very wrong thoughts.
We spoke about inconsequentials and I settled into the water telling them some stories of my varsity days and some of the things that I had gotten up to as a younger man. I was able to put their sexiness on the periphery of my conscious mind and was able not to ogle them too obviously though Mona's bra had immediately soaked as she sat in the tub leaving a distinct though vague darker patch of nipple to glimpse before she slid under the water further. I was conscious that our legs were constantly touching – a pleasant inevitability of three people and the size of the tub.
It was Mona who moved the conversation around to sex when she asked me about my girlfriends when I was younger. We discussed some of my dating history but stopped when she put her hand on my arm and looked at me earnestly.
"Mr K," she said, "Kirsty and I have a question that we want to ask you – but it's very personal and we don't want to offend you. With Brenda gone, I don't think we would get a better chance but ..." she trailed off.
I was suddenly more alert – there was some tension in the air and I couldn't place it. "Go ahead Mona – I promise I won't be silly."
This was a very naïve promise given some of the things I did later but at the time it made sense.
