“I had to admit, the water did feel amazing for the first time of the season. Especially on such a hot day. ‘Go all the way under’ he said, but I said I didn’t plan on getting my hair wet.”
Gail had neck-length, short sunlight blonde hair, parted on the side. The way she had it cut made it impossible for it ever to look tousled after a quick shake of her head.
“I relented and went completely under water. What I hadn’t considered was that it brought me to eye level with Doug’s private parts. That surprise might have delayed my return to the surface for an extra split second.”
So Gail had seen Doug’s penis. So what? No big deal. I had seen it plenty of times, but had to admit it had been maybe eight years since the last time.
“We swam for a while, and then Doug said he was going to dive. I should have turned away, but stared at him as he climbed out of the pool, stood still at the edge, looked into my eyes, and dived. He repeated this a few more times, and I stupidly watched him each time. my first thoughts were about comparing him to Vance’s blubber. It was nice to see what a man should really look like. Doug is so muscular and proportioned because of his athletics. It was hard not to admire him, even though he was your son.”
Gail was starting to beat herself up, and I wanted her to go on. “So he was diving and you watched. Nothing wrong with that,” I said.
“Nothing wrong probably until the third or fourth time. I wasn’t looking at his face anymore. I was looking at his crotch. He has a little dark triangle, and even with the cold water effect, I was staring at the biggest penis I had ever seen. Even flaccid I could tell that.”
It’s kind of shocking to have your best friend state you son has a big penis.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and I looked up at Doug’s face, and he had a sort of grin like he know I knew. He dove in and said ‘No fair I’m the only one skinnydipping. When was the last time you did, Aunt Gail?'”
“His question took me by surprise, so I told him the truth. It had been the night before we closed the pool down last September. He teased me that it felt great and I should do it again. I said maybe next September to celebrate the end of the season.”
“He dove a couple more times and I watched him a couple more times. Then he tried to get me to dive and I said no. Finally he said ‘Then dive off my shoulders, dive backwards’ and with that he went underwater and came up with me sitting on his shoulders with us facing the same direction. I hadn’t done this in years. Certainly not since Matt went to college. We used to do it all the time.”
“So I laugh and say okay, and he’s steadying me on his shoulders with his hands on my hips and he says ‘On the count of three’ and he counts and he pushes and I dive backwards and I laugh. I did a beautiful dive and when I came up and shook the water out of my eyes, Doug was laughing and holding something in his hands—my bikini bottoms!”
I would have laughed if this wasn’t so serious.
“Somehow, when Doug had been pretending to balance me on his shoulders, his fingers were untying my string bikini bottoms. They never made the dive with me.”