I think Jon then remembered that Jim and I were there.
“Nothing,” he replied. “It was my pleasure.
She took the towel, thanked him with a smirk, and started to dry off. I couldn’t help but wonder where the conversation would have gone if Jim and I weren’t there.
When she was done she wrapped the towel around her and stepped out of the shower.
“Next,” she said as she headed into the house.
I watched her. The towel obviously covered more than her bathing suit but for some reason I was more aware that she was naked under the towel.
The boys started taking their turns jumping in the shower. Jim and I just wiped our feet clean and went inside to use the shower in the house.
As we walked in I looked up at the loft. Carlie was wearing a pair of shorts and pulling on a t shirt. I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra.
I went and changed. Jim started dinner. When I was dressed I came out, Jim and Carlie were in the kitchen laughing and making dinner. It was weird. I loved seeing them together, but there was something else there. I wasn’t sure what it was.
The boys came in and asked if they could have beers. What the hell I thought and they all grabbed one and went to sit on the deck. I grabbed one also and went to join them.
I loved sitting out there. I ask the boys to start a fire in the fire pit. They jumped right on it. I listened to the lake and watched the boys as they gathered wood and started the fire. They were all in shorts and t shirts. I’ve known these boys forever, but for some reason, tonight I started to notice how handsome they were.
It started with me thinking about how they were with Carlie and then that kind of drifted into how they looked. I thought about how they flirted with her. She loved it and responded in kind. Why not, they were all good looking boys, they had all played sports in high school and were all lean and muscled. I wondered what it felt like to be flirted with like that by such handsome guys.
Jim and Carlie brought dinner out. We sat by the fire and ate. It was a perfect evening. I was getting tired and we decided to go to bed. I went to my room to change.
When the kids were younger they were upstairs in the loft by the time I went to bed. This time they were out front on the deck. I usually sleep in a T-shirt and panties. I had to think about how to handle it. One of the problems with so much glass is we didn’t have curtains. The house faced west so sunrise did not come blazing in the window.
I was standing in the middle of the room trying to figure out how to handle this when Jim walked in. He looked at me standing there.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“I’m not sure where to get dressed?” I said.
He looked at me strangely.
“What?” he asked.
I explained, “usually I just change here and sleep in my underwear, but the kids are all out there on the deck.”
He kind of looked at the deck with an uncomprehending face.
“What?” He repeated.
“I can’t get undressed here, the kids can see me.” I repeated.
“Ohhhhhh,” he replied. “Get changed in the bathroom,” he offered.