was walking a dog in the field adjacent to where the jogging..
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was walking a dog in the field adjacent to where the jogging trail passed by the playground. She wore white shorts and a sleeveless red top. She was still a fox and her body was still fine, just like it was back when we used to be a couple.
Her name was Helen and she had been one of the prettier girls in my high school. She had long brown hair, deep brown eyes and a body that turned heads. She was a very nice and considerate person, but she intimidated a lot of guys in those days, including me, partially because of her exquisite looks, but mostly because her mother was an English teacher at our school. In the spring of our senior year Helen and I acted in a school play together and we hit it off. I found her very easy to talk to with a great sense of humor. She was hot, but she didn’t act like it. We dated the last several months of our senior year and through our first year of college. She went to a different school to get her nursing degree so we ended up going our separate ways. We were by this time in our mid-twenties, and it had been over five years since I’d seen her.
“Helen? Helen, is that you?” I asked as I coasted to a stop a few feet away from her. The dog leaped toward me but she yanked back on the leash.
“Down, Babs,” Helen said. “Will? Holy Smoke, I can’t believe it!”
We shared a brief, sweaty hug and the dog was jumping up almost to my shoulders.
“This is Babs,” Helen said. “She’s a Jack Russell Terrorist. And not too well trained, I’m afraid.”
“Is she your dog?” I asked.
“No, she belongs to my mother. Mom lives right over there,” she said, pointing to the entrance to The Ridge, an upscale subdivision of nice homes on fairly large lots.
Her mother was Connie, my old English teacher. She was also a knockout, at least back in high school she had been. I guess she was still in her thirties then, with a slim athletic body, tight ass, firm titties and a beautiful smile. Most of the boys in school thought she was hot, and they all fantasized about her, and that helped make Helen seem hands-off to many of them.
“How’s Mrs. Connie doing?” I asked.
“Okay, I guess. But it’s Miss Connie now. She and my father split up a couple years ago, but she’s doing fine, just hates men nowadays. He was messing around with some little harlot at his work and got caught. So she nailed his ass in the divorce and bought a nice house with a pool and a hot tub!”
“Is she still teaching?”
“Oh yeah,” she said, laughing. “Still in the same old classroom, same old syllabus, and still setting adolescent boys’ hearts a-flutter!”
“Well, you look good, Helen,” I said. “Where are you living these days?”
“All over the place,” she said. “I’m a travelling nurse. I go to work at places where there are severe nurse shortages, get paid well and get to see the world. I just got back from Alaska a couple of weeks ago; I was there for six months. I’m staying with Mom for a few weeks now, and then I’m off to South America!”
“South America! Wow.”
“Yep, Venezuela. I’ve been brushing up on my Spanish. How about you? Where are you living? What are you up to?”
“Been selling medical equipment. It’s been going pretty well. I bought a town house overlooking the park, about a mile from here.”
“Oh, nice, we’re practically neighbors! We should get together while I’m here. And I’m sure Mom would love to see you.”
I wasn’t so sure about that. When I’d taken her classes, she seemed to like me a lot as a student and enjoyed my comments and humor. But after I started dating Helen she’d seemed to act colder toward me.
“Sounds like a great idea,” I said, “I’d love to. It will be fun to catch up and see Miss Connie again!”
She told me the phone number and I repeated it a few times so I wouldn’t forget. She said to call the next day and I promised I would.
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When I called the next day Connie answered the phone.
“Well, if it isn’t the sparkling wit of Franklin High!” she laughed. “Helen said you might be calling. How are you doing, Will?”
I gave her the brief update and then she told me that Helen was out but they wanted to invite me over for a cookout by the pool.
“How about Thursday evening?” she asked. “Would that work for you?”
“That would be fine,” I said.
“Okay, then we’re all set. Come over around six. We’ll grill out by the pool, have some drinks, catch up on everything and then we’ll have a pop quiz on Antigone!”
“Ugh,” I groaned, laughing.
“Okay, maybe not Antigone. How about Stevie Ray Vaughan?” she laughed.
She had a nice laugh. It was cool that she remembered that I was into the Blues. And any coolness I had detected from her in the past was nonexistent.
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On Thursday at six p.m. I was knocking on their door. I held a in one hand a bottle of wine, which made hugging awkward when Helen and Connie saw me in. So I put down the merchandise, gave them each a hug and thanked them for having me over.
They both looked ravishing. Helen’s hair was in a ponytail and she wore short denim cutoffs and a tight, white t-shirt, her tanned arms and legs glowing in contrast and the lace of her bra contoured through the thin cotton of her shirt. Connie was foxier than ever, and even though she had to be in her mid-forties she didn’t look a day older than she had when I’d taken her classes eight and nine years before. Her dirty blond hair was shorter and slightly frizzed. She wore a flowery summer dress hemmed above the knees, and her long legs and arms were beautifully toned and tanned.
I followed them through the house to the pool area out back. I put the beer on ice and grabbed one for myself. They each already had a glass of wine.
“You two look great!” I said, as we took seats on the patio. “And Miss Connie, you don’t look a day older than when I was in high school.”
“Oh, please,” she blushed. “And, it’s just Connie, now. We’re not in school anymore!”
“Okay, Connie. But, I’m serious, you look great. You must be working out, you look in fabulous shape.”
“Pilates, aerobics, I swim a little and I’ve gotten into running. Helen said she bumped into you when you were running Saturday, so obviously you are still at it.”
I had run cross country in high school and college, and kept it up after graduation, running races, marathons, and even a couple ultra-marathons.
“Yes, I’m still at it. My positive addiction, I guess. It helps me justify my beer drinking!” I laughed, raising my bottle.
“You ran a few marathons if I remember correctly,” Connie said.
“I have,” I answered. “I ran New York last year. None in the plans right now, though.”
“I think that would just be an incredible accomplishment,” she said. “I’ve run a few 10Ks, but I don’t think I could ever run 26 miles!”
“Oh, if you can do a 10K,” I said, “You could do a marathon. It’s all just a matter of committing to the training. There aren’t any short cuts!”
“Maybe one of these days I’ll try it.”
“You can do it. Like I said, it’s really a matter of planning and training and not rushing it.”
The night progressed with easy conversation between the three of us, burgers and chicken on the grill, potato salad and corn on the cob. It was all delicious and I washed it down with a number of beers. At about a quarter till ten Connie said she was going to turn in and said her goodnights. She disappeared behind the French doors that led into her master bedroom. Babs, who had been floating on a raft in the pool for most of the evening, was right behind her.
Then it was Helen and me alone. We’d all been reminiscing throughout the night and we continued along those lines, talking about the times we’d shared. We caught each other up on our personal lives and various gossip. I told her I hadn’t been serious with anyone for over a year; she was vague and just said that relationships wouldn’t fit too well into her current life as a travel nurse.
“You want to take a swim?” Helen asked me.
“I didn’t bring my trunks,” I said.
“You still wear boxers?” she asked.
I told her I did.
“You wearing them now?”
I told her I was.
“That’ll work!” she said. “Go on, get in. I’ll be back in a jiffy!” and she bounced into the house.
I took off my shirt and pants and shoes and dove in. In about sixty seconds Helen reappeared through the door to the living room in a black bikini, strutted to the edge of the pool and walked down the steps into the shallow end. Her suit didn’t leave much to my imagination. She had a killer body and I admired every inch of it. On this hot summer night the water was cool against my skin, but I still felt a warm tingle down below. After a few minutes of playful splashing around we sat on the pool steps and continued our catching up. We sat close but we weren’t touching.
“Remember the first time we went swimming together?” she said.
“How could I ever forget?” I said. “You were so bad!”
I had dived into the pool at school and the rush of water had yanked my swim trunks right off of me. Helen grabbed them and had gotten out of the pool before I even came up for air. She pranced around with my trunks laughing and I couldn’t get out of the pool for half an hour.
“You made up for it later, though. I forgave you.”
“I remember,” she said, smiling. That night she gave me a blowjob in the woods near the fourth fairway at the public golf course.
“Remember when you wanted to be a stripper?” I said.
She laughed. “Yeah, thank God that didn’t work out!”
“I think it worked out just fine,” I said.
This was right after we started dating. We were drinking at a party and were kidding around and talking about what we wanted to do for a living when we got older, and somehow she said she thought it would be fun to be a stripper. I told her that sounded great, I’d like to watch her practice. So we went back to my house and down to the basement…my parents were out at some social event…and I put on some music. Soon Helen was swaying to the music and soon her blouse came off, and then her skirt as she grinded to the groove. Then she tossed her bra aside
