Chapter 7
Eileen Walters hadn't changed very much at all. Not in appearance, anyway. Her voice was still soft and sweet and her dark brown eyes had that same mystic glow of lovely intensity that I remembered from ten years ago.
We sat in the living room of the aging but neat and comfortable house that evening and talked about school, the neighborhood and how much we missed the good times back in those by-gone days. Eileen's portly, pleasant-looking mother nodded and smiled as we talked and then brought us root beer and potato chips. She sat down on the sofa and contributed an occasional word or two to our conversation.
Eileen had on a V-necked light blue blouse and a tight navy blue skirt that was just a shade longer than mini-length. She sat in the chair across from the one I'd taken with her knees crossed, denying me a good look at her shapely thighs. Her powerful perfume tickled my mind and my imagination provided clear pictures of what my eyes couldn't see.
"I'm afriad I've lost track of everyone I used to know in high school," she said, giving me a faint, rueful smile. "Fred and I were still married and living out on the West Coast when our class reunion was held last year. Did you go, Paul?"
I shook my head, "They wouldn't have let me in," I said, grinning at Eileen, and then briefly at momma to show that she was included in the conversation. It pays to keep in good with the parents of the babes you're on the make for.
"Back last summer, I wasn't very sucessful," I said. "I haven't really traveled very far since then, but ... well, things are a little better now."
"Oh?" Eileen said interestedly. "Where do you work, Paul?"
I told them, but I played down my purchasing agent position. The way I described my job, I could see they both were thinking that I was a modest, unassuming young executive who had come up in the world without being conceited about his good luck.
I could almost hear the dollar signs clicking in Momma Walters' bright, interested eyes as she rose and waddled briskly out to the kitchen for more root beer.
As soon as Mrs. Walters was out of the room, I concentrated on my main objective. I stared up from those luscious legs past the full hips covered by the blue skirt and gazed on the twin summits of her breasts. As her sex-hungry baby sister had said, Eileen was blonde and really built. Her boobies were restrained beneath the filmy, blue blouse, rising and falling gently with each breath.
Eventually, I worked my way up to Eileen's pretty, oval face where I enjoyed the smiling softness of her full, red lips. Then our eyes met and held. She knew she'd been looked at by a man ... a man who wanted her. She was supposed to.
"What about spending the day at the lake with me tomorrow?" I asked quietly. "A friend of mine has a cottage up around Meadowview. He and his wife would like to see me out with a nice girl like you, Eileen." I gave her a slow, boyish-type grin "They think I've been working too hard and that I've forgotten how to have fun."
Eileen smiled back at me. "Have you forgotten?" she asked.
"I don't think so," I said, "but we can find out for sure when we're together tomorrow."
"I'm afraid I can't, Paul," she answered. "Not tomorrow."
"Another date?" I inquired. "As if it's any of my business."
"Well, sort of," she replied. "I promised mother that I'd take her to the beach for some sun. Ever since Pop died last winter, she doesn't get out much. She'll enjoy it and the outing will do her good."
Just then, Momma Walters returned with more root beer and that distraction gave me a little time to revise my plan of attack. I knew I was dead if Momma found out that I was married, so I decided to be extra careful.
"I've just had a great idea," I announced. "Why can't we have that picnic up at that cottage near Meadowview? We'd have more privacy up there than you'd have at any of the local public beaches. If tomorrow is as warm and muggy as today, you might not even get near the lake around here."
Momma Walters beamed and went for the idea immediately. I had the feeling that Momma dug me. Apparently she considered me as husband material for Eileen and she wasn't very subtle about showing her approval of the match.
She excused herself after voting to accept my invitation. "I think I'll go off to bed," she said, heading for the stairs to the second floor. "This heat really tuckers a body out. Goodnight, Mr. Norman. You and Eileen can work out what time we should be ready to leave tomorrow."
"You bet we will, Mrs. Walters," I said, watching the plump, grey-haired lady start up the stairs. "Goodnight." After she was gone, I turned to Eileen and said: "You know, I really like her. She reminds me of my own mother."
Good-hearted, friendly old Paul Norman. Respecter of mothers ... and hopefully, lover of their daughters. That was something the brown-eyed babe with the high, firm tits poking out against the light blue blouse was going to discover-the hard way.
Eileen uncrossed her legs and gracefully got up from her chair to take my empty root beer glass. Her tight skirt curved nicely in from her hips and blended with the shapely lines of her thighs. Our fingers touched casually in transferring the empty glass and Eileen gave me another smile before turning away to take the glasses out to the kitchen.
"I'm glad you decided to stop by and say hello after all these years, Paul," she said.
"So am I," I answered honestly. "But you can really blame it all on your sister, Bess. We met at the shopping center on Westover Boulevard and she invited me over."
"Oh, I see," Eileen said from the kitchen. "I'll have to remember to thank her for finding you for me ... or did she find you for herself."
We both laughed, but I was never sure whether or not Eileen meant that last comment seriously. I left my own chair and followed her from the living room, watching the supple swing of her cute behind and getting another seductive dose of her perfume.
"I've thought about you often since our high school days, Eileen," I said. "I hope you won't hold that one date we had against me."
"Oh, of course not, Paul," she laughed. "That was a long time ago and we were both children then." She paused and then looked at me seriously. "You know I'm divorced, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Did Bess tell you or has the word spread all around town?"
"Bess told me," I said with a reassuring smile. "But don't tell her I said so. She wants us to be friends."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll get along fine with Bess," Eileen said with a little laugh. "As long as you're male, she'll be your friend forever."
"Well, I plan to stay a male forever, so I guess that takes care of that." I replied. I was a bit confused by Eileen's last comment about her younger sister, but I just shrugged it off.
She put the empty glasses on the kitchen counter near the sink and I placed the plastic potato chip bowl and cheese dip dish there, too, brushing past Eileen's lovely shoulder and breast to do it. I just touched her enough with my arm to make it a casual contact.
"Do you know very much about the circumstances of my divorce, Paul?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Not a thing, Eileen," I answered. "It's really none of my business, is it?"
"No, I suppose it isn't," she replied and I noticed a sound of relief in her voice. "Let's just say that my husband and I disagreed about many things, but we agreed that a divorce was best for both of us."
"That sounds fair enough," I answered, still unsure of exactly what Eileen was driving at-or avoiding, to be more correct. It was obvious, however, that she didn't know a thing about my marriage to Donna. I decided it was best to let things go without telling her. Maybe the fact that I was married wouldn't have any effect at all on the relationship I hoped to establish with Eileen-in bed. But, on the other hand, if she found out about Donna, I might be out of the running completely. What she didn't know couldn't hurt me, I figured. Besides, I didn't expect my not-so-blissful wedlock to last much longer, so there wasn't any point in bringing it up.
"You shouldn't have any trouble finding another guy," I commented, breaking the silence that had developed. "You're a great looking woman, Eileen. Maybe even better looking than when we were back in high school and I used to watch you from a distance."
"Well, thank you for the compliment, sir," she said with a slight blush. "But I'm not sure I want another guy, Paul. At least not right now. First, I want to get a job and be on my own for a while. I'm really not sure exactly what I want to do."
Then she looked at me and I knew she was mentally trying me on for size as a future husband. We were standing close together and the bulging peaks of her tits almost touched me. I wanted to reach out and take a handful of her, but I didn't. The time wasn't right.
"I'm surprised that you aren't married, Paul," she said suddenly. "How did you ever manage to evade all the tender traps I'm sure many girls have tried to lure you into?"
I smiled and looked up from her light blue blouse. "Not as many girls as you might think," I said. "I've been pretty busy building my career and I guess I haven't had much time for romancing." I paused, pretending to be embarrassed. "Besides, I've always had very definite ideas about the girl I wanted to marry." Then I looked her up and down again slowly and let her know that she was under serious consideration.
"Maybe you expect too much from a woman," she laughed softly. "None of us is perfect."
"You're close enough," I said, looking into her eyes intently. "I'm looking forward to seeing you in a bathing suit tomorrow, Eileen."
"When it comes to filling out a swim suit, I'm afraid my little sister, Bess, has far surpassed me," she said with a laugh. She moved away from my hand which was resting easily on her shoulder. "She's really the beauty of the family," she said, leading the way back into the living room.
I'd caught the faint flickerings of warning in her big brown eyes and I knew that Eileen wanted me to slow down. She didn't want me to push too fast this first night-the first time we'd ever really been together and talked. I took the hint and kept walking instead of sitting down.
"It's getting late," I said, looking at my watch. "Nearly ten o'clock now." Eileen smiled and walked to the front door with me. "What time shall I pick you and your mother up tomorrow?"
"Are you sure you want to, Paul?" she asked looking gravely up into my face. "It might not be much fun with Mother along. You don't have to take us, you know."
I looked right back at her. "A man would have to be either blind or a fool not to want to be with you," I said.
A faint flush crept into her soft white cheeks and she smiled. "Would ten o'clock be all right with you?" she asked.
"Perfect," I replied, opening the front screen door and stepping out onto the porch. "I'm actually going to enjoy getting up tomorrow morning for a change. Thank your mother for the snack. Good night, Eileen."
"Good night, Paul," she responded.
Walking along the sidewalk away from where she stood in the doorway, I grinned to myself. Perfect was the right word. The blonde who had been my dream girl in high school was just as starry-eyed and sweetly desirable now as she had been then-maybe even more so.
I waved back to Eileen and opened the door of my station wagon to slide in behind the wheel. It wasn't until I was a full block from the Walters house that I heard a giggle in the back seat. It almost scared me to death and I screeched to a stop.
It was Bess. She had taken off her dark blue sweater and was now clad only in her tiny white bikini. The sight of her lithe young body as she scampered over the seat to join me in the front of the wagon was almost too much. Her form was full and ripe in spite of years.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, honestly shocked.
She smiled at me wickedly and said softly: "My but you jumped when I laughed, Mr. Norman. Did I really surprise you? I hope you're not mad at me.
"No, I'm not mad at you, Bess, but...." I stammered.
Moving quick as a cat, Bess slid across the seat toward me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Instantly her mouth crashed against mine and her fingers ran mischievously up through my hair. Our tongues lashed at each other and her soft young body pressed against me demandingly.
Somehow I managed to slip out of her embrace. "Easy, baby, easy," I said. "We're not very far from your house and this is a pretty busy street."
"I don't care," she said with a devilish smile.
"Well, I do," I told her. "I can get in enough trouble playing around with a chick your age without doing it on a heavily traveled street."
"Okay, Mr. Norman," she said, returning slowly to the passenger side of the front seat. "Whatever you say."
"And don't call me Mr. Norman," I said. "Make it Paul. I don't want to be reminded of how young you are."
"Okay, Paul," she smiled broadly.
I started the car up again and pulled out. We were driving out of the residential section in which the Walters home was situated, heading out into the country.
"Do you always walk around in that bikini?" I asked. "It's a wonder you don't get raped."
She giggled and shook her head. "No, I don't dress like this all the time," she said. "I had a pool date this evening. That's where I was going when I saw you at the shopping center. My boyfriend will be mad at me."
"Well, that makes us even," I said. "I stood up my date to go along with you, too."
"To meet my sister, you mean," she said with a frown.
"Come on now, Bess," I said. "I thought we were going to be friends."
"Okay," she nodded. "I just can't help being jealous of Eileen."
"No need for you to feel that way," I noted. "You're a good-looking woman in your own right. You have no reason to be jealous of any other woman. You'll get all the attention from the guys that you can handle."
"I already do," Bess admitted with a satisfied smile. "But it's not enough. I mean I'm tired of high school kids and college guys. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I think I do," I said. I couldn't believe this was really happening. This teenage sex-bomb was throwing herself at me and I was going along with it. I knew that one reason I wasn't fighting the situation was that I wasn't thinking of Bess as a teenager. She had the body of a mature woman and that's all I could see-that gorgeous, ready-for-anything body of hers.