Bree and Peter had a daughter, Stephanie, who was in college somewhere in the Ivies. She was, they said, spending that summer doing an internship in DC. Stephanie came home to visit in mid-August.
A couple of days after we saw Stephanie’s car parked in front of the Roberts’ home, Bree called to discuss the food for that Friday. At the end of the discussion, I said to Bree, “I assume that we’ll be wearing suits Friday.”
“Heavens no,” Bree responded. “Why would you think that?”
“Well, with your daughter staying with you,” I replied.
Bree chuckled. “Stephanie will be put Friday with old friends. If you’re up Saturday morning, you may see her coming home.”
Kelly and I still left our clothes at home when we went to the Friday parties. Now, however, we were comfortable walking down the Oceanbreeze sidewalk rather than sneaking through the side yards. As we approached the Roberts’ house that Friday, I noticed, with a bit of relief, that Stephanie’s care was gone.
We had played volley ball and Peter was grilling dinner when a beautiful young lady with long blonde hair walked out of the house onto the patio wearing a small bikini. While the girl had a much more generous figure than her mother, the resemblance was sufficient to tell me that this was Stephanie.
Stephanie’s unexpected appearance caused one of those “freeze frame” moments. No one spoke and no one moved. Finally, Bree said hesitantly, “Hello Dear. I thought that you were out with Sarah.”
Stephanie surveyed the scene of six naked people, including her parents. After a moment, she smiled. “Sarah’s mom had car trouble way up north. Sarah is driving up there to help her. You didn’t tell me that your pool parties were nude.”
Stephanie was standing a few feet outside of the house, in the center of the dining area of the patio. All six of us were looking at her. I know that I was wondering what would happen next.
Stephanie reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bikini top and took her top off. Then, she put a hand on each hip and pushed her bottoms down. She took a few steps and laid her bikini over a chair back. Turning to face us, she asked “May I join you?”
I’m not sure what Bree and Peter would have done, but Allison, who already knew Stephanie, took charge. She walked over to Stephanie and said, “Of course. Can I get you a drink?” Bree and Peter were confronted with fait accompli.
Allison introduced Stephanie to Kelly and me. Stephanie looked older than 21. Actually, she was stunning naked; almost as gorgeous as Kelly. Having lost control of the situation, Bree and Peter decided to accept it. Stephanie stayed and stayed nude. We did not have the usual after dinner sex that night.
It turned out that Stephanie was going into in her senior year in political science (my undergrad major) and planned to apply to law school. Learning that I was a lawyer, Stephanie sort of cornered me after dinner with question about law school and what she could still do to improve her chances of admission to a top five school. I have to admit that I had paid a fair amount of attention to Stephanie once she showed up and noticed that she talked with her hands. She would gently tap the person to whom she was talking to emphasize her points. When I talked to her, we sat facing each other on one of the benches for the table. She periodically reached out and tapped her finger on my bare thigh. It was distracting.