I said, “My god, do you two look good.”
Mr. Hollins, more practical, said, “It’s a little chilly, you might want to bring a wrap.”
I said, “My god you look good,” kissed both women’s cheeks, offered to get their wraps.
* * * * *
The band started. I asked Jennie to dance. She said she needed to let her food digest, suggested her mother. I looked to Mr. Hollins, he nodded his agreement.
Mrs. Hollins moved with grace and style and I, holding her close, thoroughly enjoying dancing with this total fox, said, “Dancing with you and Jennie all night, I’ll be the envy of every man here.”
“So, is that what you’re doing, showing off in front of the crowd?”
Saying, “Absolutely,” I held her tighter and added, “Like this.”
Cupping the back of my arm with her hand she moved further into me and said, “How about this?”
Pulling her a bit closer I said, “Now we’re getting there.”
“Michael, are you flirting with your girlfriend’s mother?”
“Mrs. Hollins, in front of all these people, in front of your daughter, in front of your husband, what kind of guy do you think I am? I’ve just heard that when you’re courting a young woman you need to win over her mother. So I’m trying real hard, ready to do whatever it takes to make you happy, for Jennie’s sake.”
“That’s noble of you. And what does my daughter say?”
“She told me to look after all your needs, pay you close attention, says you’re the key to making sure I’m accepted by the family.”
“Well, that’s good advice and so far you’re doing fine, but you don’t want to stop, you want to keep at it, be relentless.”
The music wound down and, her hand in mine, we returned to the table where Jennie stood and said, “You two looked great out there, kinda sexy even.”
I said, “As graceful and beautiful as your mother is, as good as she looks in that dress, you’d have to work real hard not to be kinda sexy.”
Mrs. Hollins laughed and said, “You’re a young man, to you everything’s sexy. Now dance with my daughter.”
Saying, “Don’t let him escape Mom,” Jennie returned to the table to say something to her father.
As I leaned into Mrs. Hollins to kiss her cheek she brushed my erection with her leg and said, “Now rub that thing on my daughter for awhile.”
* * * * *
Wearing a white captain’s shirt and hat, Mr. Hollins steered the yacht out of the harbor. I was sitting on the deck talking to Jennie and Mrs. Hollins, whose lissome bodies were adorned by tiny bikinis emblazoned with the American flag. When we moved into open water Mr. Hollins asked me to join him at the helm, said he’d show me how to operate the ship.
Mrs. Hollins said, “Jennie and I are going to lay in the sun,” and climbed onto the bow, where they laid out towels, and casually, as if they’d done it a hundred times before, stripped naked, applied lotion to themselves and each other’s backs, lay down.
I glanced at Mr. Hollins; his attention on the boat, not the naked hotties lying on it. You had to admire his focus.
I watched other boats sail by, no one tried to hide their binoculars.
I’d been steering for about forty-five minutes when Mrs. Hollins lifted her head and shouted, “Dear, would you bring me some water, it’s hot down here.”