Chapter 9

Christine was bone-tired by the time she finished the third class that afternoon. She was surprised that Linda hadn't shown up for the first class, and even more surprised when the full-bodied young blonde drifted in during the third class.

"Carol?" Christine called from the pool.

"What?" Carol replied from the patio, where she was sitting comfortably watching the classes and consuming a steady amount of beer.

"Make me a stiff rum and water, will you? I need something to hold me together for the next group! I'm really utterly pooped!"

"Rum and water, coming right up!" Carol called gaily as she walked into the house.

Christine noticed that Linda was sitting on the lawn watching her, but the pretty young blonde hadn't said a word. Whatever burr she has up her tail today, Christine said to herself, I'm not up to playing any verbal games!

Carol came to the edge of the pool and found her sister floating peacefully in the water.

"Want me to put your drink here on the edge?" Carol asked.

"No," Christine replied, turning and swimming over to where Carol stood. "That's relaxing, but if I relaxed any more I'd fall asleep and drown!"

"Who's the built little blonde?" Carol whispered, bending down and handing her big sister the frosty glass of rum and water.

"Her name is Linda," Christine replied, explaining to Carol who the girl was. "She's in some kind of a mood today, but I'm not up to handling it!"

"Hi, Mrs. Gorman!"

Carol looked up to see four young guys coming through the gate.

"My next, and - thank goodness - last group!" Christine said.

"Quick!" Carol whispered, "which ones are Bobby and Ronnie?"

"The blue and the white bathing suits," Christine responded with a blush. "Come on, gang, let's get this over with! Teacher's tired today."

Christine was about to say something when Linda quietly got up and joined the four boys in the water, but then decided to let it go. She'd handle it later.

She began by having them review what they had already learned, and she made each one demonstrate the correct way to breathe in the water. Then she showed them how to kick their legs and had each one in turn hold onto a rung of the ladder and kick.

"Remember," she said as the lesson came to an end, "there is no rhythmic relationship between the stroking of your arms and the kicking of your legs. Each is an independent operation, and only when you combine the two operations successfully will you actually be swimming. Okay, that's all for today!"

"I've gotta clean the pool," Bobby quickly announced.

"I'll help you," Ronnie promptly joined in.

"Okay."

Carol called to Christine from the patio. "How about another drink?"

"Love it!" Christine replied, picking up the large beach towel and rubbing her body dry. She saw the other two boys leave and was beginning to wonder where Linda was when she heard the girl's voice behind her.

"Mrs. Gorman," Linda said softly, "can I talk to you?" "Sure," Christine replied as brightly as she could. "Come on. We'll sit on the patio where the boys won't be listening to every word."

She led the full-bodied young girl to the patio and they sat side by side on the patio lounge. Christine saw the shy, embarrassed, almost tortured look on the girl's face, and her heart went out to her!

"What is it, Linda?" Christine said in as friendly and warm a tone as she knew how.

"I ... I ..." the young girl stammered.

"Come on, don't be embarrassed," Christine said, placing her hand gently on the girl's rounded shoulder.

"Well ... I ... I have a confession to make!" she blurted out. "Tuesday night, I stood right there and watched everything - you and Ronnie and Bobby!"

"Oh!" Christine said quietly, her heart dropping to her stomach.

"I'm so mixed up, Mrs. Gorman!" the girl sobbed, tears welling in her pretty light blue eyes.

"Call me Christine, Linda," she said, patting the girl's shoulder. "Now I'm sure it isn't as bad as - " "Oh, it is!" Linda said with the urgency of youth. "It is! I've been so horrible to you! You see, I'm crazy about Bobby. I mean, I was crazy about him! And I thought that you were taking him away from me." The words came from the young girl's mouth in a senseless rush, but Christine understood.

"Now, now!" Christine said.

"And when I heard them call me a pig, I wanted to kill them both!" Linda cried. "I hated them! I hated you, too, until I heard you stick up for me. Then I felt like dirt!"

Christine looked up when she heard the den door open. Carol came slowly out, hand-ed Christine her drink, and began walking toward the pool in wobbly steps.

"I'm going out to watch these magnificent men clean the pool," she announced. "You'd better be careful, Christy, or I'll steal your thunder!"

"You're the one who better be careful!" Christine laughed. "In your condition, you most likely will fall right in."

"And I'll bet one of these gorgeous guys would rescue me!" Carol said in the most seductive voice she could muster.

"I'm sorry you saw and heard all of that stuff," Christine said, turning back to the distraught Linda.

"Oh, I'm not!" Linda replied. "I mean ... well, I know it was awful to spy on you like that, but I'm glad I found out."

"What did you find out?" Christine asked, taking a deep swallow of the rum and water.

"That they think I'm too possessive," the young girl replied. "And that I make too big a thing out of sex. And that I'm lousy at giving a b-blow-job" she blurted. "You don't know how miserable I've been!"

"Oh, I think I can guess, Linda," Christine said kindly.

"Can I have a sip of your drink?" Linda asked, drying her eyes on her arm.

"Of course," Christine replied, handing the girl the glass. Is this place going to become the local neighborhood bar, she asked herself!

"Thank you," Linda said, handing the glass back. "I just had to talk to you, Christine!"

"I can understand that," Christine softly replied, draining the glass and feeling the welcome warmth of the rum begin to lift her tired body to the wondrously soft cloud she enjoyed. "Is there something you want me to do, Linda?"

"Yes!" the girl replied quickly.

"What?"

"Teach me how to give a boy a real good blow-job! Hell - here I am at eighteen, and I don't even know what it takes to satisfy a man properly. How will I know what to do for my husband when - if - I get married? Let me join you with the boys and you all can teach me," she said fervently. "I want to be as good as you are! Then maybe guy's will like me. Please!"

Christine took a sharp breath. This was the last thing she had expected! Absolutely the last thing! And how was she supposed to handle it?

"Nobody would know, Christine!" the girl pleaded. "Please!"

"Linda," Christine began, "uh... look - fix me a rum and water, will you? The rum is on the counter in the kitchen."

"Sure!" the sweet young woman replied, taking the glass and running into the house.

As Linda left, Carol walked toward her, giggling like a teen-aged girl.

"The boy in the white suit - " "Ronnie?" Christine said.

"That's it! Yes, Ronnie. Well, Ronnie, the cute little bastard, just asked me if he could fuck me! Just like that! And look at him! He's got a real nice hard-on!"

"Carol ... " "Oh, Christine! I've never done anything like this, but I want to! Oh, how I want to! It won't make you mad, will it? Christine, I need it!"

"I can't get mad at you, honey," Christine laughed. "But there are problems - or, better - a problem."

"What?" Carol asked with a sinking voice.

"Linda wants me to teach her how to suck cock!" Christine said, breaking out in a hearty laugh. "I can't believe it! This whole thing is like a B-grade porno flick!"

"Yes - exactly! Why don't we have an orgy?" Carol suggested excitedly.

"Are you serious?" Christine demanded.

"Why not?" Carol insisted.

"Yes, Christine, why not?" Linda added, handing her a full glass of rum and water. "I'm sure the boys will be willing. And you could teach me everything!"

"That's the girl!" Carol said, patting Linda's back.

"You're all absolutely crazy!" Christine laughed." But - oh, what the hell - why not?"

"Great!" Linda cried enthusiastically.

"Slow down for a minute!" Christine said as Carol began to unbutton her blouse. "Let's make sure we won't have a gang of angry parents coming to find out why the swimming lesson is taking so long.

Linda, go in the house and call your parents. Ask diem if you can have dinner here tonight. Tell them we're having a little party to celebrate the fine progress everyone is making."

"Okay!" Linda said as she spun around and ran in the house to use the phone.

"And let's get the boys to do the same," Christine said.

"Oh, Christy, I can hardly wait!" Carol cried. "It's been more than three years!"