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He is in desperate need of help. The only question is, how desperate?
This is an entry for the 2012 Summer Love Story Contest.
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“Mom, let me take a break! I just came back from college, how about a break?”
“If you’re not going to work for your father, you have to abide by our agreement. I’m not going to let you just lie around at home all summer.”
“The whole summer? I’m talking about a week’s vacation, Mom. A week. Not a weekend. I’m starting support services next Monday. I still haven’t seen my old friends or anything,” I argued.
“Two days of great rest. Amy Daniels is in desperate need of pool assistance. I told her you would come over and see what you could do. Do you think you could make time in your busy day for that?”
Amy Daniels? “Uh, when does she need me?”
** **
“What’s the verdict, Alex?”
She’s been following me around like a frightened child for the past hour. The pool is a dark green swamp. I tried to get to the root of the problem, but she was seriously distracting me. I’ve always liked Mrs. Daniels, and more often than not, what she’s wearing now reminds me why. She was wearing a bikini and her midriff was covered in a transparent garment, which showed off too much of her MILF body and distracted me from the task at hand.
I would take every opportunity to look at her and observe every detail of her muscular body. Her bikini top clung to her skin, and the flesh of her breasts bulged over the edges of her bikini top. How the dupatta tied at her tiny waist hung over the bulge of her hips. Her skin was shiny and sweaty, tiny beads of sweat running down her crevices. Her arms were covered with fine, almost invisible hair. She lowered her lips with a slight hint of concern as she listened to me explain each problem. I could hardly take my eyes off her.
She and her mother were friends, good friends, and had been since she and her husband first moved into the neighborhood four years earlier. They were newlyweds—he was about my parents’ age; she was much younger, just a few years out of college, and a perfect hand to get ahead in the business world. At least that’s what Mom said when they first moved here.
“Mrs. Daniels, how long have you been like this?”
“Cash was a little tight since pool season ended last year and we put off as much work as we could because we weren’t going to use the pool,” she admitted guiltily.
“Your pump is broken, the filter line is clogged, and the grime at the bottom is too stuck to remove easily. No idea if the automatic cleaner is even working. I suspect the filter itself is a mess. I’m thinking it might take you a few weeks to clean.
He wrung his hands. I thought people only did that in the movies. “I talked to the pool crew. They want over $4,000 to fix it. They said three weeks to get the parts in and clean it up. I’m hoping we can get it done by the end of the week. Four major repairs is far out of my budget.
“This weekend? I don’t think I could have done it this quickly if I worked around the clock. And it would still cost thousands of dollars.”
She was sitting on the spa wall, holding her beautiful head in her thin hands. “Dale would kill me. It took me two years to convince him to build the pool, promising I would take care of it. Now we have this big party planned and I would never hear about it if it didn’t go right over.” She looked up and looked at me with her big green eyes. “Is there anything we can do? Please?”
I sighed. When it comes to Amy Daniels, I know I’ll do whatever it takes. “Let me look into it and see what I can do. No promises.”
She jumped up smiling and gave me a big hug. “Thank you, Alex. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this. I promise, you won’t regret it.”
This hug is definitely worth the effort and some research. Four years ago, she was a sexy older woman, tall and beautiful, who would often come home and cry on her mother’s shoulder. When I was 15, she was my favorite fantasy. At nineteen, in my first year, she was sexier than ever, with a dreamy body, long brown hair and the biggest green eyes I had ever seen. I was a few inches taller than her now, and she seemed smaller, more fragile and in need of care.
It was almost lunch time and I headed back out on the road. Mom fed me while I spent some time surfing the internet and making a few phone calls. By the time I finished, I had a possible solution. “Mom, you’re killing me. This pool job could ruin half my summer. This is so messed up.”
Mom laughed. “Don’t be a drama queen. Just fix his pool, Alex.”
** **
Mrs. Daniels was working on her tan, and she stood up as I opened the back door. Same bikini, no coverage. Awesome.
“Alex! Any ideas?”
“Maybe. Instead of cleaning the water, we could empty it out. I could acid wash the inside and fill it with clean water. I could clean the pool lines with simple fish tape, some acid, and a pressure hose. The pump is a bigger problem, but I could replace the motor instead of the whole pump; then I’d have to clean the filter, and that would take a while.”
“How much did we talk about?” he asked.
I’ve done preliminary pricing and estimated the motor would be about $400, chemicals $200, consumables, o-rings, baskets, and lube would be a few hundred dollars, and if I had to replace all 8 filter elements it would cost $300 – $400. Even if the automatic cleaner is still working and the brine chlorine converter is still running, it would still cost at least $1200 in materials and definitely take 3-4 days of my time. I don’t work for free.
“I can probably keep it under $2,000, and I’ll have to work on it all week,” I told him. “I should be able to finish on time.”
I thought this would be good news, but he still acted upset. “$2,000? Is there any way we can do it for less than $1,000?”
“A thousand?” I asked in disbelief. “The new pump alone was over $1,000!”
She came closer and put her hand on my chest. “Alex, please. As a personal favor? I owe you one.” Her hands burned where they met my breasts.
A favor from Amy Daniels? Be calm. Om-mani-padma… “Ms. Daniels, how can I buy at least $1,200 worth of stuff for $1,000? I can buy as much as I want.”
“Call me Amy, Alex. You’re a college student now.” She ran her hand across my chest and stopped at my belt buckle. “How about a barter system? Maybe I can do something for you if you do it for me,” she said. She looked me in the eyes and I had a deep feeling that I knew what she was talking about.
And it’s not milk and cookies.
This makes me a little nervous. Hit her – very hard. This woman was a few years older than me and a good friend of my mother. On the other hand, she is my lifelong fantasy and is sexy, really sexy. Later she married another woman. But we must not forget the heat. She was far ahead of me. I dream of her more than any living woman. Hot.
“Amy, what do you think?” I asked, placing my hands boldly around her waist.
“How about I sunbathe topless while you work? If you can do it for $1,000, I think I’ll accidentally forget to put on a bikini top when you’re done.”
Not exactly the quote I was hoping for. Spending $200 of my own money and working for free for 4 days, all for a show? I wish I could negotiate better. “I can bring that offer down to $1,500,” I countered.
She said sweetly. “What if I ask you to put sunscreen on me? I have to lather it on several times a day.”
I hesitated to answer, thinking about running my hands over her perfect body, especially her big, round, firm breasts. So close to my imagination, yet so far away.
He looked at me and extended the offer. “You know, Alex. I’m thinking about sunbathing a little nude, too. I’m sure a clean pool would put me in the mood for that.”
The offer was hard to refuse. It was my fantasy, after all. I moved closer and put my other hand on her hip, running my hands over her sides, feeling her warm, smooth skin. “That’s a really good offer, Amy. Really. I wish I could do it. Believe me. But the parts will cost at least $12 to $1,400. And I don’t have enough money to cover that. If it’s $1,200, I can work for a week for free.
She was thinking seriously and came closer, pressing her chest against mine. “Spend $1,000 this week and $200 in two weeks. Okay, we can start using lotion now.” She put her hands behind her neck, unzipped her top, quickly moved her hands down, and pulled a small piece of cloth over her huge breasts.
Dad owns his own business. He is responsible for general contracting work on several large government projects. He always talks to me about the three things I need to do to succeed in business. First, make written goals and refer to them frequently. Second, be completely honest and fair so you can avoid repeat business and referrals. 3. Life is about negotiation, and every business owner must be his own best salesman. Don’t do anything until the item sells.
Oh my god, I want her. Now it’s time to see if my conversation skills are up to par.
I reached over and put my hand on her cheek, rubbing her juicy lips with my thumb. “Make $200 in two weeks, give a blowjob every morning, lay in bed all afternoon when you’re done, and you’ll get a deal.” I don’t know where I got the courage to say that, but I know I did it anyway, I took a chance. I put her in a bucket and maybe my dream could come true.
She took a quick step back. “Are you kidding me? I can’t do this!”
Jesus. Me and my big mouth. It’s time for some either/or. “Amy, I can’t really work for free. If you want, I can fix your pump and filter for $900 and I’ll tell you what you need to do to clean the pool. It’ll only take 3 days of hard work to clean it, or I can do all the work for you and we can get a little creative on how we pay for it, what would you like to do?”
Her back was to me and I watched her re-tie her swimsuit top. “I’m not sure this will work, Alex. I’m disappointed in you. I think it’s best for you to leave.”
I suddenly felt lower than a rock. Why should I move my mouth? “Sorry, Mrs. Daniels, I can’t help you.” For three hundred dollars, I could have her over right now. So much closer to my dream. And I’ll get another chance in the future. Now I closed the door. Damn it!
I think my sales skills need some improvement. Or a lot.
** **
“How are you doing? How are you doing?” Mom asked as I went into the kitchen for a soda.
“That’s not the case. She needs a lot of work done and can’t afford the parts. I think she’ll shop around or try to do it herself.” I tried to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
“Really? That’s too bad. Are you sure you can’t make a deal? Maybe he’ll pay you back over time.”
“We explored the idea, but I still wasn’t able to buy the parts myself.”
“You can charge it to my card. That gives you about 30 days to pay it off without interest. Maybe she can pay it.”
I wandered around the pantry looking for snacks. “If she doesn’t come up with a better solution herself, I’ll keep it in mind. In the meantime, I’ll put that board up on the fence and you can spread the word to your other friends that I can do some odd jobs.”
“Okay. But I would still appreciate it if you did what you can for Amy. She’s going through a hard time right now. She needs some sunshine in her life.”
“Okay mom. I understand. I’ll talk to him tomorrow and see what I can do.”
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It was the holidays. I stayed up late, trying hard to avoid getting out of my warm bed when my mom knocked on the door. “Are you awake, Alex?”
I turned over and sat up. “Of course. What is it?”
“This is Amy Daniels on the phone. She wants to know if you can come over the first chance you get.”
I looked at the clock. 10:08am. Damn it. “I know, thanks, I’ll pack up and leave.”
“Good. Remember what I said. Do what you can and you can use my card to charge any parts if you need to. Please, Alex.”
“Okay, Mom. I’ll try my best.”
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Amy Daniels greeted me at the door dressed a little more conservatively than the day before. Just a little. She was wearing a black crochet cover-up that had more holes than fabric and I could see she was wearing a white bikini underneath. It’s possibly even sexier than the bikini alone.
“Hi, Mrs. Daniels. Mom said you called.”
“Yes. Come in,” she turned and walked into the kitchen. “Can I get you a drink, Alex?”
“Light beer, if anything.”
She made no comment about me being underage, or drinking before noon, or any of that nonsense. She brought me a beer and I watched her make my drink. “Sit down.”
I sat on the sofa and she sat side by side with me.
“I’m sorry about what happened yesterday, but your suggestion surprised me.”
I turned back to face him. “Me too. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I hope you can forgive me for being rude. I was very out of line.”
A fake smile formed on her lips. “Of course, it’s just a little misunderstanding.” She took a long sip from the cup and then put it down. “I know it’s my fault. I put lotion on and started sunbathing completely naked. It’s easy to jump to conclusions from there. But I’m not like that, you have to know. I understand what you think of me, Alex, I get it and I think a little show can be enough, but sometimes I forget, you’re not just a kid anymore.
“Come on, Mrs. Daniels. You don’t have to explain. I’ll do it for you if I can. Let’s figure out how to do it. Anyway, let me see, it’ll be at least $1,200.” The parts could cost up to $1,500 if we’re lucky.
“I know. I made a few more calls and I know you guys are really trying your best. I had a company here today and they wanted over $4,500 to get it done by the end of the week. That sounds crazy!
“Stop saying ‘I’m sorry,’” I reminded him. “How much money can you save now?”
“A little over a thousand.”
I sighed. “Can you make a difference within the next 30 days?”
“Another $1,000?”
“No, the rest of the parts cost about $300.”
“I can give you at least $250 in the next couple of weeks and then I’ll give you the rest.”
“Okay. I can deal with that. That takes care of the money for the parts. Now what do we do with the rest? We have to figure it out quickly, because if I’m here for the next three days, I’ll be working non-stop, so we can’t waste a minute. I hope she’s still willing to participate in the topless/nude sunbathing.”
I could see her blushing. “First of all, the tanning and lotion section is still on the table. If you want.”
“It’s a really good start. “If that were the case, I wouldn’t have a problem with it, but it’s too early to tell him.
She lowered her head, not daring to look me in the eyes. “I can’t, I really can’t give you a blowjob every morning. Is a hand job enough? Maybe during your lunch break? I’d be happy to feed you while you work here.”
Daily homework? “Amy, this is great.”
She got annoyed by my words and put her hand on my knee. “Really? Are you going to accept it?”
Not exactly a salesman. Obviously I can ask for more. “Amy, if this is what you want to do, I will never force you to do anything again.”
His smile returned. “Thanks, Alex. I was thinking if you wanted, you could come over once a week and take care of the pool after I’m done. I could pay you $20 each time, plus a hand job. That would make up for it somewhat.”
Grand prize. I won the sexy teen lottery. I took her hand and squeezed it. “I’d love to be your pool boy, Amy.”
She turned her head again, suddenly nervous. “I think this will solve the day-to-day payment problem. What is the need for a final payment? Staying in bed all afternoon is out of the question.”
“I’ll tell you what. Let’s get started. I have to get the pump motor as soon as possible because there’s no other way until it’s fixed. If I manage to get this pool cleaned in time for your party, I’m sure you can decide what a fair final payment is.”
He looked at me steadily. I’m not sure what was going on in his mind. He took a long drink from his cup. “That sounds fair. We’ll make a decision based on your work performance. I’ll do my best to make sure you’re not disappointed.” “Do you need the first payment now?” He looked at me.
Pinch me. I’m dreaming.
“I’d love to, but we really need to get that pump fixed. I’ll take the cash right now and the rest of the payment can be saved for later. I must warn you, if we’re going to get this done on time, please get it from you.”
“What kind of help?” he asked hesitantly.
“Some tasks require more than one person. Especially cleaning the pool. You wouldn’t mind a little help, would you?”
“If I can clean the pool, I’ll do whatever I can.”
“Then we have a deal. Can you write a check? If it’s okay, I’ll be back in about an hour with the parts I need.”
“Let me get my pen.”
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“Mom! Can I borrow your credit card? I got $1,000 from Mrs. Daniels that you can deposit. She will pay the rest in the next few weeks.”
“You have a deal? Great! Thank you very much. I owe you that. I promise you, I will make sure you get better pay in the future. Not every job will be a charity case.”
Better pay? That might take some doing. “That’s alright. I have nothing to do for the next few days, and when we’re done I’ll have my regular weekly job of tending to his pool.”
“Great. Here’s the card. Make sure you do a good job. And be respectful.”
“I’ll do my best, Mom. I promise.”
** **
Two hours later, I was back at the Daniels’ house, tools in hand, cursing the installer for placing the pump in such an awkward position. Amy stood nearby watching me struggle. She was still wearing her bikini and cover-up and I wanted to remind her about sunbathing nude but didn’t dare.
“Damn it!” I growled, dropping my current attack. “I have to move the pipes around here. Nothing is that easy, is it?”
“There’s nothing worth doing,” she said. “But I know you can do it.” I felt her gentle hands on my shoulders.
“I absolutely will. If someone brings it in here, I’ll get it out.” It was 1:00 a.m. and it was 94 degrees outside. If the water hadn’t been so murky, I might have had a chance to jump in and cool off.
“Let’s get some rest,” I suggested.
I saw him step back nervously. “Oh.” He looked at me expectantly. “Wait a minute? Does that mean you want to pay now?”
I stood up slowly and stretched. “You’re killing me, babe. I want this more than you can imagine. But I have to do this or else we won’t be able to drain the pool, work on the inlet and pump lines, nothing. No.” I walked past her and headed for the deck, “Do you have any heavy-duty extension cords we can use?”
