A Summer to Remember - Sex Stories

A Summer to Remember

... in," she said, then, turning to the stairs, she shouted, "Come on down to the pool, Jocelyn."

"Maybe later!" was the yelled response from upstairs.

Heather shrugs her shoulders, "Oh well, it might take time. Let me show you the pool cleaning stuff." I followed her out to the pool.

I got to work while Mrs. Johnson took off her cover up and laid out on a lounge chair. It was hard not to notice that this 40-something mom was still rocking a pretty nice body. Shaking that from my mind, I started to brush and clean. The pool was actually not that dirty, so it didn't take too much time. As I finished, Jason came out and jumped in the pool.

"Ben, why don't you jump in with Jason. I'll go get Jocelyn." Heather turned and went inside.

We swam a bit and started throwing around a pool frisbee. In about 5 minutes, Heather came back out with a grumpy looking, fully clothed Jocelyn. "Jocelyn, you remember Ben. Say hi."

A forced "hi" comes out and she sat on the lounge chair next to her mom. It was clear she didn't want to be out here.

I could hear Mrs. Johnson say to Jocelyn, "Ben's really grown up hasn't he, honey?" Jocelyn shrugged and ignored me. It was actually quite rude. In a few minutes, she got up and went back inside the house without saying anything to me.

Mrs. Johnson looked at me and mouthed "I'm sorry." I swam for a while longer, but then got out and toweled off. Jason went inside too, leaving me alone with Mrs. Johnson.

"Well, sorry about that, ...

... Ben," Mrs. Johnson said. "She's being such a cunt. Oh sorry, I shouldn't have used that word, but it was the one that popped into my brain."

"Well, she certainly didn't seem happy to see me." I rain my fingers through my wet hair. "I, uh, better get going, Mrs. Johnson."

"Ben, can you come over Thursday to mow the lawn? We gotta try at least twice."

"Sure."

I showed up to mow the lawn at the appointed time. Heather coached me up, "Ok, so it's hot out right? So, after a while, take your shirt off. And then, come to the door and ask for a glass of lemonade. I'll make it so I can't get the door and Jocelyn will have to answer it. Sound good?"

"Ok," I said, but I was starting to think that the whole thing was a bad idea. Jocelyn was clearly not interested in me and, to be honest, was I even interested in her any longer? She actually seemed like a bitch and no fun to be around. Still, the years of fantasizing had quite a hold on me, so I agreed.

I followed Heather's instructions and came shirtless to the door after getting a good sweat on and rang the door bell. I heard yelling go back and forth for a while when finally the door opens and Jocelyn is standing there, looking perturbed and pretty at the same time.

"Hi, um. Can I? I mean, your mom said I could have some lemonade."

"I suppose so," she said, spinning on her heels while I followed her to the kitchen. She poured me a glass of lemonade and shoved it into my hand, "There!"

It was evident that she ...