The Community Pool - Sex Stories

The Community Pool

... due to the crowds. Seeing how tired she was, and feeling in a particularly chivalrous mood, I offered to carry her gear for her, which she gladly accepted. It felt like I was carrying her books home from school, and I was about to make that somewhat corny observation when she said exactly the same thing. I asked her if she would pass a note to Becky Sue in home room, and she promised to but only if I told Bobby that she “liked” him, but didn’t “like-like” him. We both were laughing as we got to her car; but there the amusement ended. Someone had slashed two of her tires. Not just hers, but several other cars. Unfortunately she only had the one spare tire, so changing one wasn’t going to help. She was lucky enough to have AAA; but due to the holiday, the wait time was estimated to be at least three hours. I offered to let her wait it out at my house, which was just down at the end of the block. I could tell that she was hesitant, but I guess the prospect of sitting alone in her car in the dark for three hours convinced her that I wasn’t such a bad guy. “Thanks,” she said, “I appreciate the offer.” We walked to my door in silence. I opened it, flipped on the foyer light, and showed her where she could put her stuff. “Feel free to use one of the bedrooms or bathrooms if you have something to change into or need to freshen up,” I offered. “Meanwhile, I’m going to fix a drink. Do you want anything?” “Thanks; water would be great,” she said, but then I heard a hesitation in her ...

... voice, “unless you have some good Scotch.” “How about a Macallan 25?” “Two ounces, two ice cubes,” she smiled back. “Now, which way to the bathroom?” I fixed the drinks, and had them on the cocktail table in the living room with a wedge of Stilton and some smooth jazz softly playing on the stereo when she came back out. She was wearing a short sleeve faded work shirt tied at the waist, a pair of cut-off jeans and some sandals. Her hair, which she had kept tied up at the pool, was now down on her shoulders. I handed her a glass and pointed to a leather wing chair. She looked at it, scrunched her face, and took a seat on the couch instead. I sat at the other end. We clinked our glasses in a toast, and then each took a long pull. “I needed that,” she said, sounding tired. “What a day. I can’t wait for this gig to be over.” “Over?” I asked. “Yeah, I’m just here through Labor Day, then I have to report for OCS.” “Really, what branch?” “Navy. They sent me to college; I just graduated this past semester.” “Are you excited?” “I am, but my parents aren’t real happy about it; and my boyfriend can’t handle it at all. Actually, I should say ex-boyfriend. We got in a big fight over it and haven’t spoken since.” “That’s gotta be tough.” “Well, it’s probably for the better anyway. We really weren’t getting anywhere, and I had my doubts that the relationship would last once I was gone. At least I won’t have to put up with any drama now.” Susan emptied her glass at that remark. “Can I get you ...