An Unusual Relationship Ch. 01

When I got up the next morning, I could hear Virg and Chris talking, and a bit of splashing in the pool. I surmised that maybe the three of them were all swimming, so in typical neighborly fashion, without the prohibition of my late wife of not going until I was told the coast was clear even coming to mind, I put on my swimsuit, went over to the gate, stepped through and said "Hey Virg -- mind if..." and came to an immediate halt. "Oops! Oh God, I'm so...." I started to apologize and back out. The splashing had been Jessica in the pool; Chris and Virginia were lying on the chaise lounges, facing the morning sun which was behind my back -- without a stich of clothing on any of them.

"It's OK, Dan. Might as well come on in, not much left for you to see," Christine called out.

Shit.

Well, she said to...

"You're sure? I don't want to intrude..."

"Come on in, it's just skin."

I stopped, waffling between going back, and going in.

"Jessica?" Virginia called to her daughter, "Uncle Danny's here, let's go put suits on."

Standing Virg stepped to the side of the pool, only to hear the universal response from Jessie, "Oh!! Do I have to? That's so stupid."

"Come on," Virginia said, turning and walking toward the house. She didn't hurry, and although I didn't stare, I was for the first time seeing my sexy neighbor, along with her equally sexy lover, completely naked. Carefully looking away from Virginia, I couldn't help but see her in my peripheral vision, although my view included Christine who made no effort to cover up or even to seem bashful or embarrassed.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later," Christine said as I walked to the steps to walk into the pool. "As much as you're over here, I'm surprised it hasn't happened sooner. Jessie's right, you know, wearing suits to go into a swimming pool is just stupid."

"Well, it does help males a bit sometimes," I said as I stepped off into the deeper water, submerged, and then stood back up.

"You think your trunks would have hid it if you'd gotten a boner?"

"Probably not," I answered, feeling my cock swelling a bit at the unexpected view of a very good looking naked woman, just as Virginia stepped back outside, now wearing the flowered bikini that I'd seen so many other times.

"Well, now you've seen it, and I'm not ashamed. If Virg wants to wear a suit, so be it, but I prefer naked. You're welcome to go naked too as far as I'm concerned."

"Yeah..." I hesitated. "As much as I like swimming naked, doing so with an almost teen in the house, who isn't a close relative of mine, tells me I probably shouldn't."

"You're probably right, but don't be surprised if you find me naked when you come over."

Virginia didn't say anything then, but later as I was leaving, she stepped to the gate with me and said "Thank you. That would have been a bit uncomfortable, and I don't think you should be naked around Jessica."

"I know, me either."

Although I seldom saw Christine by the pool when she wasn't naked, Virginia almost always wore her bottoms, and when I came over, she'd put her swimsuit top on too. It seemed unusual that first time, but after a while I was actually more aware of Virginia and what was hidden beneath her swimsuit than I was Christine, who was always totally naked.

~~~

"Uncle Danny, can I ask a question?"

Jessica was curled up in my lap when she said it, quite the normal position for after dinner, either at her home or mine. She was definitely a cuddle kid -- and I loved cuddling her. I was sitting in the recliner at one end of my couch, while Chris and Virg did the cleanup. It had become our custom that when I cooked at my house, they cleaned up, when they cooked at their house Jessica and I cleaned up. It really was Jessica cleaning up also -- not "me" with her just helping. Her regular contribution to their family included cooking while her mother cleaned up afterward, or her mother cooking and Jessica cleaning afterward.

"Sure," I answered, totally unaware of how uncomfortable it was going to be in just seconds.

"What's a blow job?"

I swallowed hard, almost wanting to vomit the food that just seconds before had been making me peacefully drowsy. My eyes rose to see that Christine and Virginia had stopped and were now looking directly towards us. With her back towards her mother and Christine, Jessica couldn't see them. I'm sure my eyes widened, looking to her mother for guidance, and got a slight nod in return. I interpreted it as a "she asked you, so you answer her," nod.

"Hmm. That's a strange question Why do you ask?" I deferred the real answer by asking a pertinent question.

"My friend Naomi? Her older sister always has lots of money and Naomi says her sister is in college and gives blowjobs for fifty bucks each. I just wanted to know what a blowjob is."

I hesitated. How was I going to do this? "Well," I finally began, "it's a type of sex act." I looked for every euphemism that I could think of, but no matter how hard I tried, it all came down to a partner putting their partners penis into their mouth. Chris and Virginia had come to a complete halt and hadn't moved since, and weren't offering any suggestions. Finally, I said, "Sex isn't just about intercourse," knowing full well that Virginia had explained intercourse to her long before, "but includes touching and arousing your partner with your entire body. When a partner takes their partners penis in their mouth, that's called a blow job."

"Oh, that's what I saw mom doing to dad that time."

"Probably."

"And you like that?"

Again, I hesitated. Hell yes, I wanted to say, doesn't everyone love a blow job? "It can be quite pleasurable." She didn't say anything, and I shifted it back to her friend. "How old is Naomi's sister?"

"Nineteen, I think."

"That makes sense. That's an adult activity, so not anything you need to contemplate now." She must have been satisfied as she snuggled back into my shoulder.

~~~

With Marilyn gone, I was once again single, but wasn't myself dead. I met and dated several women over the years, had sex with many of them, but never meshed with any of them like I had with my wife Marilyn. I'm not sure whether I was "comparing" and coming up short, but there was always a day of reckoning when they met Virginia, and sometimes Jessica. For some reason, Virginia's acceptance of my 'date' seemed to be important to me. I don't know whether I gave off my hesitancy, but Virginia always knew. She was always welcoming and friendly, usually with an invitation to come over for a swim on the weekend, and she always knew how to set me straight. "The sex must be great," she laughed after meeting one woman. She was right, we'd fucked like bunnies, but there was nothing else. "She's really nice," she said after another, "but I can't see you with her for long." Another had a horrible laugh; Virginia didn't even have to say it. "I know," I told her the next day, "you don't need to tell me. That laugh is a killer."

There were a few women I dated for even longer periods of time, but in every case, after a while, we realized we weren't meant for each other.

Virginia and Jessica were both there when David graduated from high school; by that time, they were practically family, although I was closer to them than they were to David. I was there when Jessica graduated from high school 7 years later, although David had already gotten his BS and was away at grad school.

"Mom, we're going to have a graduation pool party Wednesday night," Jessica said at the graduation dinner after the ceremony. I'd told Chris and Virg and Jessica that I wanted to treat them to a celebration dinner, and when Jessica said that she and Naomi had sort of been planning something, I invited her to come along before they went and did their thing and we ended up with Naomi tagging along also. I'd met Naomi, a medium tall brunette with a much larger bust than Jessica, at their house several times, so she was no stranger.

Their announcement of the party wasn't exactly "asking" as it was announcing, which bent Virginia just a little. With Christine out of town during the week, that meant that Virginia would be the "chaperone," but I pointed out that all the kids were now 18, they didn't necessarily need a chaperone, just that Virg thought they still did. I calmed her a bit when I said I'd be around also, so they couldn't get into 'too much' trouble. By that time, I'd met most of them over the years and I knew that most were pretty good kids.

But as luck would have it, a catastrophic failure cropped up at work late Tuesday, and my leaving early on Wednesday actually became a "leaving late," as in really late, the next day, but as far as the timekeeper was concerned, it was still Tuesday. We pulled an all-nighter. When down time at the plant is $93,000 per hour -- all hands are on deck in catastrophic failure repairs. After a full day's work on Tuesday, followed by catastrophe repairs all night Tuesday night, and finally getting everything back up and running late Wednesday, I'd been up and working for over 36 hours straight when I finally headed for home. The last thing I really wanted to do was 'babysit' a bunch of 18-year-old kids -- but I'd promised Virg I'd be around. A shower helped me feel human; a beer made me feel relaxed, and a couple of slices of pizza from the party made my stomach quit growling.

There were two dozen kids for the party, and as with any teenagers, they were as interested in hooking up with each other and drinking beer as they were swimming. As long as they didn't let the noise get too out of control, and as they were all adults, I really couldn't do anything but look the other way, although looking at a dozen 18 year old young women in bikinis wasn't unpleasant. True, the beer wasn't quite legal, but as long as they weren't getting out-of-control drunk and they didn't have any "hard" liquor, I decided that I wasn't going to see anything. I pulled one of the boys aside about 10, along with Jessica, and laid down the law: he was drinking nothing but coke for the rest of the evening or leaving now, and then kept an eye out, but there wasn't anything else even resembling any trouble.

There were a few couples that were getting quite amorous, but a query of Jessica and Naomi confirmed that for this party, they were all legal adults, so I didn't say anything. For many, the cover of being in the pool or the hot tub covered a lot of kissing, groping and fondling, and perhaps more, but nobody seemed to be forcing themselves on anyone so I just stayed in the background, coming and going, trying to stay awake.

About midnight a stranger appeared at the gate who turned out to be Naomi's ex-boyfriend who hadn't been invited, and was obviously a little inebriated. I stayed back, out of sight to let Jessica and Naomi deal with him, but when he tried to force his way through the gate, all I had to do was step around the corner and puffing up my chest so I was quite imposing, said: "She said, LEAVE." It was my deepest voice, the one that said proceed at your own risk -- and that's all it took. Another voice from an unseen accomplice said, "Come on, Jake, let's go," and moments later squealing tires on the street showed the immature party crashers had left.

It was Jessica's party, and she was definitely in charge. Her "OK, Mom's house, Mom's rules -- all the guys have to leave," call went out at 2 am, and surprisingly in half an hour nobody but the girls were left. By that time, I'd been up for well over 44 straight hours, and all I wanted to do was go to bed. I bid Jessica and Virginia goodnight, and told Jessica that I was going to sleep on the couch at my house. If she needed anything, I was right next door and she could call. I went home, brushed my teeth, put on my pajama bottoms, looked longingly at my bed, but instead went down to the living room. I'd left the backdoor open so I could hear, just in case, and as I settled down onto my recliner chair, I heard laughing, a shriek, and a splash followed by another. Somebody had been pushed into the pool, and suddenly the noise level had increased again.

I couldn't tell, but guessed from the increased noise level that perhaps the boys had returned. I sighed, not really wanting to go back over, but pushed the screen door open, quietly walked to the gate and opened it. Glancing up to the house I saw the shape of Virginia in her bedroom window and recognized she was also checking out the cause of the noise, but apparently hadn't thought she needed to come back down. No sooner had I stepped through the gate than I stopped. The co-ed party of before had turned into an all-girl skinny-dipping party. Twelve 18-year-old sexy, nubile, naked bodies; bumping, pushing, shrieking, laughing, and splashing. I stepped back through the gate, my mind reliving the few seconds and the 12 bodies that had gotten my attention. Glancing back up I could see Virginia still watching and knew she had seen me and that I had immediately backed out of the yard.

I hadn't seen Jessica naked in years, not since she reached puberty. She'd been one of those girls on the deck around the pool, not yet in it, and although I'd almost immediately stepped back and been unseen by most, I'd seen her eyes come up to meet mine. She'd made no attempt to cover herself, not unexpected with her swimming naked all the time with her mom and Christine, and I didn't see anyone else even notice me. I turned and walked back into my house, settled down and laid my reclining chair out, and I'm sure I was asleep in moments.

Despite my exhaustion, I wasn't immediately deep asleep. My mind was all over the pulchritudinous display at the pool next door. Images of 18-year-old naked bodies playing and swimming; bare breasts of all shapes and sizes, bare bottoms -- all of mostly unknown girls, virtually all athletic and shapely, but repeatedly the image that was in my mind was the vision of my young neighbor in all her splendid glory. Jessica had been front and center in my vision, although I also had a quick profile view of the other young woman that I knew somewhat better: her well-endowed friend Naomi.

I had no sure idea of whether Jessica was still a virgin, or even if she was sexually active. She'd had several boyfriends over the years, and I was pretty sure that on at least one occasion, when her mom and Chris weren't home, I'd heard her swimming with someone. I'd suspected they were skinny dipping and probably having sex in the back yard, but had made no attempt to confirm that. Now, the vision of her standing next to the pool facing me, filled my imagination. Her breasts were firm and, even from the distance that I'd been, I could see her nipples protruding slightly. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a landing strip as were most of the visions of the other girls that I'd caught just in that short visual snapshot of the pool and yard. We all imitate our friends; earrings, belly piercings and the like, and it was obvious in that snapshot of naked girls that every one of them had pubic landing strips. Jessica's pussy itself had been bare, a distinctly visible flash of labia minora catching my eye in the cleft of slightly puffy and distended labia majora.

As tired as I was, I fell asleep almost immediately, but my mind wouldn't relax as it was full of sexual images. The beautiful Christine unabashedly lying out in all her glory, again and again. Images of Virginia, topless, reaching for a bikini top to hide her breasts whenever I came around. Jessica, and her friend Naomi, and a slew of other teenage girls, right across my backyard fence, and all of them naked. Naomi sideways, her naked breast with an erect nipple in profile. Jessica frontal; with her perky breasts facing; I imagine she would have had a camel toe -- if she'd been wearing a bikini. If I hadn't been so tired, I know I would have masturbated; my cock was certainly hard and requesting attention, but instead my mind refused to relax and let go. Images of fucking young nubile bodies drifted into fucking older, more womanly mothers. Gradually I fell into a deeper sleep, only to slightly awaken and have my mind start all over with the same images at some later time.

I knew it had to be a wet dream, something that hadn't happened to me in multiple years. In my dream I was still on a couch, lying back, watching a porn movie that was actually happening to me... somehow slowly, someone sexy taking care of me. My hand gripped my cock, slowly stroking it through my pajama's. Knowing that I was going to cum, I slipped it out of the waist band, my hand wrapping around and gripping myself... only the hand was upside down. I realized my arm was on the shoulder of someone, stroking them as they were stroking me. A hand reached up and pulled my hand further down, onto a bare breast and seconds later a mouth engulfed my cock, a tongue and lips sucking and caressing me. The pleasure was exquisite, my hips rising to push my cock into that luscious mouth, my fingers pinching and tweaking the delectable nipple on the breast I was fondling.

Gradually the dream turned into reality. The imagined hand on my cock, the imagined mouth sucking me, the tongue tantalizing me, the imagined breast and erecting nipple in hand -- all seemed to become reality as my cock erupted its contents into a willing mouth. The mouth didn't pull away after I came remaining wrapped around my cock head for several moments, sucking and swallowing, until it pulled away. I was in that dream state, halfway between awake and asleep when I heard a whisper of "Oh, Uncle Danny, I've wanted to do that for so many years."

It took a second for the whispered words to penetrate my fog of sleep, my eyes suddenly opening and finding that the delectable breast in my dream was truly in my grasp; the imagined wet dream of a cock in a mouth becoming reality. The cool sexy fingers wrapped around my erection were still wrapped around my cock. In the dim light I became totally aware of a naked Jessica, kneeling on the floor next to me, her head resting in my lap where she'd just sucked me to completion.

"Oh My God... Jessica! What did you do?" I panted, trying to sit up but, with the recliner laid back, not having anywhere to sit up to. My hand found the control on the recliner, beginning to sit me upright.

Jessica giggled, "Was that good?" Relinquishing my cock, she pulled away, sat up and swung her legs over mine to climb into my lap.

"Oh God, Jessica, what did we do?"

"You didn't do anything, but I sucked your cock. And it was just as good as I've always dreamed it would be." She pushed her pelvis forward, I felt her pussy come up against my cock and she continued, "and I'm horny and you need to get me off."

"Jessica!" I protested, her pussy pushing against my semi-wilted cock having the required effect. Regardless that the sexy minx in my lap was practically my daughter, her pussy caressing my cock was making me harder.

"Ohh... Uncle Danny..." she panted, her voice quivering, "I need you... I want you..."

She was pivoting her pelvis against me, her clit riding against my cock. That she'd been totally turned on before she moved into my lap was obvious, the wetness of her pussy lubricating us both. Except that my cock had gotten harder to her pussy sliding against it, I didn't think I'd done anything to increase her arousal, it had all been her. "Uncle Danny, play with my tits. Pinch my nipples..." her voice quivered. It had been just seconds since she climbed into my lap, but with her clit rubbing against my cock, I could tell she was about to come. Involuntarily my hands did her bidding, rising to grasp the ripe peaches that were her breasts, my fingers finding the delectable morsels on the end. That's all it took and her entire body spasmed, her back arching, her clit pushed harder against my cock. Her gasps for breath became an "Oh my God! Oh my God!" and gradually her body relaxed against mine, until she rose and again tried to slide me into her moist and warm pocket.