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The Community Pool

... another?” “Yeah sure, why not. It’s not like I’m going anywhere soon…I mean… if that’s okay with you.” I got up and fixed her another, still nursing my first. I handed her the glass and she took a large sip; then sunk back into the couch. “Hey, stay as long as you need to,” I offered. “Worse comes to worse, I can fix you up in one of the spare bedrooms.” Susan drained her glass. “You know what,” she said, a little slur in her voice, “I am really beat. Maybe I’ll cancel AAA and take you up on that offer.” I was a little concerned about her state of sobriety and how lit she might be if she kept drinking while waiting for the tow truck. I thought about it, then said, “Sure, that’s a good idea. You make the call, and I’ll make the bed.” She was pulling out her phone as I headed down the hall. I was lucky; the bed was, for a change, already made up. By the time I got back, she was just hanging up with AAA. “It’s all set. They’ll be here bright and early tomorrow morning. I hate to be a party pooper, but can you show me the bedroom. I really need to crash.” I led her down the hall to the room. “Here you go. You know where the bathroom is. You should have everything you need, but if not, my room is just right next door.” “Thanks, Rick; you are a life-saver.” She pulled back the spread and dropped onto the bed. “Hey, would you happen to have an old t-shirt or something that I can wear to sleep in? I’m going to need what I’ve got on tomorrow morning.” “Sure; be back in a flash.” I ...

... went into my room and pulled out an old concert t-shirt, figuring it would make the perfect night-shirt. “Here you go,” I said, as I returned. She held the shirt up and smiled. “Chicago 1973. I love that group. But how old does that make you?” “Go to bed!” I said, laughing. I was kind of beat myself, and was asleep about ten minutes after my head hit the pillow. But, I’ve always been a light sleeper, no matter how tired, drunk, or a combination thereof I am. So when some strange noises started coming from the next room at about two a.m., it woke me up. I turned on the nightstand lamp and listened. It took me about a minute to remember that I had a guest in the room; but, now concerned that she might be having a problem, I paid a little more attention. As I listened more intently, I realized that what I heard was moaning. At first I thought that Susan might be in some sort of pain, but then it became fairly obvious that the moaning was of a sexual nature; as I also detected the distinct sound of rhythmic mattress movement. Susan was either masturbating, or having one heck of a dream. I suppose that a gentleman would have either just gone back to sleep, or else made some sort of noise to warn the person on the other side of the wall that they may be overheard. I guess that meant that I wasn’t a gentleman, because I did neither. Instead, I eavesdropped as my guest spent the next ten minutes pleasuring herself. By the time she got to about her fifth orgasm, I couldn’t take it any ...