Yawning, but feeling rested, Lisa sat up in bed and looked at the clock. 9:30? Already? She’d been more tired than she’d even known. He was already gone, probably already at the farm shop to help pull the combines out of the shed to get ready for another harvest. It had been sweet of him to give her a day to help clean up the pond in readiness for her picnic, but today it was back to business for him. For a brief moment she wondered why one of her friends hadn’t come to get her up.
Almost as if on cue, her two energetic friends entered the room with little preamble. “Lisa! You up yet?” Marie called.
“Uh – right here,” Lisa giggled, hands coming up immediately to cover her bare breasts.
“Whoops! Sorry!” Tami laughed.
“When is everyone supposed to arrive?” Marie asked.
“J-just after lunch, 1:00 I think. Isn’t that what we put on the invitations, Tam?”
“Yep.”
“We’ve got time,” Lisa said.
“Yeah? Well, we have people wandering around out there already, and nobody is out there.”
“Really?” Lisa gulped.
“Unless the zero went in the wrong place… Oh, Lisa, did I mess it all up?”
“We could just tell them all to go home for a couple hours,” Marie mused.
“Or have them make themselves at home. We can make it work. Surely not everyone will show up at 10! Tami… um, can you hand me that – ” Motioning with her hands, Lisa directed her friend to find her clothes.
“Hey, Lisa, this looks pretty cool!” Tami said, immediately changing the subject. “Did you make this?”
“You’re right – that’s pretty ‘patriotic,’ Lis,” Marie added. Patriotic at least in terms of employment.
“What did you make it out of?” Tami asked, not waiting for an answer to her first question.
Grinning as she briefly ignored her friends, she gently fit the bikini top around her lovely breasts. Turning to face them, she pointed at her breast, where each could see the hospital’s logo. “I made it from some old scrubs. Waste not, want not, hey?”
“I don’t remember you wearing them scrubs to work, girlfriend,” Marie giggled. At least, not looking like that!
Standing up, Lisa completed the package, tying the strings on either side that held up the bikini bottom. It was obviously not a ‘regular’ swimsuit, though it won the immediate admiration of her friends.
“That looks hot!” Tami remarked. “Maybe you should have made them for everyone!”
“Yeah… and spend all summer sewing? And guessing everyone’s size?”
“Well… how about one for an old friend anyway?” Tami giggled.
Lisa laughed with her and wondered if her tape measure was even large enough to measure her well-endowed friend’s top… but decided not to comment on that. “They’ll have to be content with the tee-shirts we got them. That’s all we could fit in the budget anyway.” Pulling on her tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and after quickly working over her hair and deciding it would have to be ‘good enough,’ she followed her giggling friends out to the kitchen for a bite of breakfast.
Moments later, they found themselves at the pond.
“Hi, Megan,” Lisa greeted warmly.
“I thought it was supposed to be 1:00, but the invitation – ”
“Was all messed up,” Lisa finished for her. “Our bad! But have a tee-shirt.”
“Thanks.”
Lisa returned her smile and handed off a tee-shirt, a large one. Megan just happened to be the tallest woman she personally knew at 6’2”. A person who ate, drank, slept, and thought soccer most of the time, she was also somebody with a heart for people’s health. Then she saw the cast. “Hey – what’s that?”
“Broke,” Megan said simply. “Did a dumb move on the field.”
“Can I sign your cast?”
“Sure!” Megan laughed. “Have at it.” Stretching her long leg up to a chair, she waited patiently while Lisa found a black sharpie and proceeded to write a small note on her cast.
“There, now I can say I was the first one! And I probably won’t be the last. I guess this counts you out for volleyball?”
“Says who?” Megan giggled, and at her height, she was probably correct. She could just stand there and whip most everyone else.
“You can change over there,” Lisa pointed to the special tents set up for changing.
“Hmm… Aren’t you kinda’ short-changing the guys?” Megan winked. The men’s changing tent looked as small as a broom closet.
“Nope,” Lisa grinned. Blessed with what had to be a 10-1 female-male ratio of employees at the hospital, Lisa figured the guys didn’t need all the extra space… nor did she think they would mind.
Lisa wasn’t sure how she became the official greeter, but it somehow fell on her. At one point Tami brought her a chair, and Marie set up a small card table with the official guest book, where the ‘score’ was kept as to just who showed up. She knew everyone in her own department, but there were a number of others she didn’t know as well.
“Hi Darren, hi Bob.”
“Hi Lisa.”
“How’s Allie? You must have found a sitter for her today.”
“Yeah, she’s with my Mom, I – ”
“Hey, are those shirts for us?”
“Sure, Bob – here you go. Wait a sec – you guys need the large ones.”
“Extra large for me,” Bob grinned, patting his tummy.
“Okay, extra large for you,” Lisa grinned, winking at Darren. “Enjoy.”
“Holy molie!” Bob hissed as he looked towards the pond. “I tell you what, Darren – it’s days like today that I’m glad I chose to be a nurse. It makes up for all the crap I took from every guy I knew in school. They can think I’m a sissy all they want! Bet they can’t go to work and see this!” Nope – wouldn’t find this on a construction site or some other ‘manly’ job.
Darren nodded in thoughtful agreement. The hospital was indeed blessed with an attractive female population, most of whom, because of their chosen field, happened to be fit and healthy and –
“Hey guys.” Trying to do her part in playing ‘host,’ Tami sauntered up to the two men. “Change room’s there, food’s over there, and if you have to go to the bathroom…” She gestured into the distance with a wink, “find a tree.” Both seemed to stare at her dumbly for a moment. “Geez, guys, I was only kidding!”
“Um, sure, thanks Tami,” Darren murmured, wondering if women, especially beautiful ones, fully appreciated the power they had to render a man speechless at times. Tami had curves in all the right places, a gorgeous tan, and the black bikini she wore displayed them perfectly.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Bob muttered as Tami walked off.
“I know what you mean,” Darren murmured, looking back to where Lisa sat. Friendship was pretty special, too, and Lisa was in a class all of her own. He
saw her smile at him, then turn to greet a pair of doctors that wandered in. He knew she was just being friendly, but wondered if she understood just how much that smile meant to him every time he saw it.
“Yeah, well I’m gonna go check out the food.”
“You do that,” Darren chuckled. Beautiful women AND food. Bob was likely indeed in ‘heaven.’
At one point, Lisa heard a few shrieks and turned to see what was happening, just in time to see Betsy get dumped in the pond, her arms and legs flailing. She’d been carried there by a group of her giggling ‘friends’ who evidently thought Betsy needed some cooling off. Then again, maybe Betsy was the only one the group of them could carry, being a tiny thing who barely reached five feet in high heels. Brought to a satisfactory conclusion, the ladies returned to shore while a soaking wet Betsy ‘fumed’ and plotted ‘revenge.’
It wasn’t the only ‘shrieks’ she would hear as the afternoon wore on, as others were summarily ‘escorted’ into the pond to cool off. And as the temperature touched one hundred degrees, it started to be welcome relief. Then at one point, someone got the brainy idea of ‘bringing the pond’ to those on shore, for more fun and frolic. Bored now that the stream of visitors had subsided, Lisa yawned, and was about to rise to go join the party, when she let out a shriek of her own. Sneaking up behind her, Tami and Marie dumped an entire five-gallon bucket of water onto their lovely greeter.
“Oh – You guys!” Lisa gasped. She didn’t mind cooling off, but still, it was a shock to the system! Five whole gallons… and pond water was the ‘best’ kind of water, too. Not!
“Now I can truly say you’re ‘all wet’ about something,” Marie laughed.
“T-that’s for sure,” Lisa grimaced, pulling the teeshirt from clinging to her torso and attempting to drive some of the water out. Grinning in spite of herself, she got up from her chair and headed towards the pond.
“Wow, Lisa – they got you, too?” Darren smiled with understanding, having already shed his teeshirt.
“I’m afraid they did,” Lisa smiled, tugging at her tee shirt again. “You too?”
“Caught in a water balloon barrage,” he chuckled.
“Water balloons? Who brought those?”
“I dunno,’ I –” He stopped suddenly, transfixed as he watched her tug the shirt off, up and over her pretty head. He hoped she didn’t hear him sigh, but he couldn’t help but stare with appreciation, though he tore his eyes away when she finally got the wet shirt removed.
“Where did you hang up your shirt?” she grinned, absently wringing the water out of hers.
“Um – I think everyone is, uh – putting them over there.” He pointed towards a makeshift clothesline that someone had set up.
“Hey, that works! Can you hold this for a moment?” Handing him her teeshirt, she proceeded to shrug out of her shorts, tantalizing his eyes as she wiggled her hips and pulled them down her smooth legs. “There, that ought to do it.” Reaching for her shirt again, she walked over to the clothesline and hanged them up.
She smiled brightly at him as she walked back to where he sat. Tired of being the one to say ‘hello’ to every person that came, she was looking forward to talking to him about Allie and a few other things, not to mention getting some sun. Finding an unused chair, she dragged it out next to his. “If I sit here,” she grinned, “will you take anyone that comes along to dump water on us and throw them in the pond?”
He chuckled softly. “Sure, it’s a deal.”
“Okay – Be right back,” she said.
He watched as she headed off towards the caterer, who was probably pulling his hair out in making sure none of the food got swamped from pond water by these ‘insane’ supposed health care workers. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the warmth of the sun. Lisa finally returned, leaning back in the chair and stretching her legs with a contented sigh. Then, sitting up momentarily, she busied herself with applying tanning oil, starting with her legs. He watched her from the corner of his eye, then noticed her swimsuit.
“Did you?… Where did you get that?”
“Get what?” she asked, stretching her legs and admiring their gleam in the sunshine.
“Your suit – it has the hospital logo on it.”
“Oh, I made this. It was from some worn out scrubs.”
“You are more talented than you let on.” And quite a few other things, he didn’t add. It gave him an excuse, albeit a small one, to look just a little longer.
“Well, I had such good luck making Allie her swim… I mean ‘simsuit,’ I thought I’d give it a try here. And after all, it is the summer picnic.” Finished, she smiled at him and turned her back. “Darren – would you mind hitting my back with that?”
Was water wet? Trying his best to keep his hands from trembling, he sat up and reached for the tanning oil. Waiting until she had time to gather her hair, he gingerly applied the oil to her smooth back, pensively rubbing it in with his fingers. It brought back so many memories in a rush, and for a moment he forgot all about Lisa, as he remembered some of the last pleasant memories he had of his wife. Their last trip together had been to visit her folks down in Florida, meeting them there for a special getaway in the middle of winter. Allie had been just a little chirp, and her folks had given them some time alone while they put in some ‘grandparent’ time. He remembered the sound of her voice, talking as he rubbed tanning lotion into her skin, just like he was doing at the moment. She’d encouraged him to build a playhouse for Allie… something he hadn’t gotten to until after she’d passed on. It had been therapeutic, but it still grieved him that he hadn’t taken time to build it while she’d been alive. But mostly it was just her and him, and the sound of the waves landing on the beach, and the whisper of a light afternoon wind. He’d layered her back with kisses, one small prelude to what he wished to do with her in the night…
“Darren?”
‘Oh my gosh! Did I just kiss Lisa’s back?’ Horrified, Darren froze and looked down at his hands, then quickly at the crowd, wondering if anyone noticed.
“Darren?” she repeated. “You all right back there?”
“Oh, Lisa, I’m so sorry,” he blurted. “I – my mind was a thousand miles away.”
“Memories?” she asked, turning to face him.
“Y-you have no idea.” He couldn’t meet her gaze, and dropped his eyes. “I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what made me do that.”
“Darren…” She reached for his hand and held it in hers. “It’s okay. Really. She… she must have been really special.”
Had it been anyone other than Lisa, he would have been irritated to be read so easily like a book. He nodded dumbly, but kept his eyes averted, wanting like everything to let his heart spill over to someone, anyone, with things that had long been kept locked up inside. Lisa was an absolute peach, and a friend, but it didn’t seem right to dump it all on her, especially not here.
Seeing his lips tighten to a thin line, Lisa changed the subject. “How’s Allie doing?” It was a much ‘safer’ topic, as it turned out, and he managed to eventually smile again as the afternoon wore on. Both watched their friends finally play a game of volleyball, and become even wetter. It had been Stan’s idea to put it in the water. Nobody knew why, but he thought it was a ‘good’ idea to have a volleyball net in the pond in a few inches of water.
“Want to go join them?” Lisa finally asked.
Darren smiled wryly. He was actually quite content at the moment. Who couldn’t be when you were talking to someone showing an interest in you, particularly a beautiful woman? It was far better than the snippets of time he could get at work to talk to her, and at the moment, he was beyond caring what anyone else thought of it, if they were. “I think I’m fine,” he said, then added, “if you are. If you want to go jump around and bat a ball around, uh, go right ahead.”
“I think I’ll pass,” Lisa smiled. “Otherwise, it will make me chafe even more.” He almost wilted as she gently rubbed her breasts. Looking at him, she giggled. “Learn from this, Darren – never make yourself a swimsuit out of hospital scrubs – I don’t think the material was intended for swimsuits! Probably the last time I should ever wear it… seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Chuckling, he promised to take her lesson to heart. Reaching for his cell phone, he quipped. “Need a memory then? Better have a picture if this is the last time it sees the light of day.”
“Not if said ‘memory’ ends up on the bulletin board at work,” she giggled.
“Lisa
Almost as if on cue, her two energetic friends entered the room with little preamble. “Lisa! You up yet?” Marie called.
“Uh – right here,” Lisa giggled, hands coming up immediately to cover her bare breasts.
“Whoops! Sorry!” Tami laughed.
“When is everyone supposed to arrive?” Marie asked.
“J-just after lunch, 1:00 I think. Isn’t that what we put on the invitations, Tam?”
“Yep.”
“We’ve got time,” Lisa said.
“Yeah? Well, we have people wandering around out there already, and nobody is out there.”
“Really?” Lisa gulped.
“Unless the zero went in the wrong place… Oh, Lisa, did I mess it all up?”
“We could just tell them all to go home for a couple hours,” Marie mused.
“Or have them make themselves at home. We can make it work. Surely not everyone will show up at 10! Tami… um, can you hand me that – ” Motioning with her hands, Lisa directed her friend to find her clothes.
“Hey, Lisa, this looks pretty cool!” Tami said, immediately changing the subject. “Did you make this?”
“You’re right – that’s pretty ‘patriotic,’ Lis,” Marie added. Patriotic at least in terms of employment.
“What did you make it out of?” Tami asked, not waiting for an answer to her first question.
Grinning as she briefly ignored her friends, she gently fit the bikini top around her lovely breasts. Turning to face them, she pointed at her breast, where each could see the hospital’s logo. “I made it from some old scrubs. Waste not, want not, hey?”
“I don’t remember you wearing them scrubs to work, girlfriend,” Marie giggled. At least, not looking like that!
Standing up, Lisa completed the package, tying the strings on either side that held up the bikini bottom. It was obviously not a ‘regular’ swimsuit, though it won the immediate admiration of her friends.
“That looks hot!” Tami remarked. “Maybe you should have made them for everyone!”
“Yeah… and spend all summer sewing? And guessing everyone’s size?”
“Well… how about one for an old friend anyway?” Tami giggled.
Lisa laughed with her and wondered if her tape measure was even large enough to measure her well-endowed friend’s top… but decided not to comment on that. “They’ll have to be content with the tee-shirts we got them. That’s all we could fit in the budget anyway.” Pulling on her tee shirt and a pair of shorts, and after quickly working over her hair and deciding it would have to be ‘good enough,’ she followed her giggling friends out to the kitchen for a bite of breakfast.
Moments later, they found themselves at the pond.
“Hi, Megan,” Lisa greeted warmly.
“I thought it was supposed to be 1:00, but the invitation – ”
“Was all messed up,” Lisa finished for her. “Our bad! But have a tee-shirt.”
“Thanks.”
Lisa returned her smile and handed off a tee-shirt, a large one. Megan just happened to be the tallest woman she personally knew at 6’2”. A person who ate, drank, slept, and thought soccer most of the time, she was also somebody with a heart for people’s health. Then she saw the cast. “Hey – what’s that?”
“Broke,” Megan said simply. “Did a dumb move on the field.”
“Can I sign your cast?”
“Sure!” Megan laughed. “Have at it.” Stretching her long leg up to a chair, she waited patiently while Lisa found a black sharpie and proceeded to write a small note on her cast.
“There, now I can say I was the first one! And I probably won’t be the last. I guess this counts you out for volleyball?”
“Says who?” Megan giggled, and at her height, she was probably correct. She could just stand there and whip most everyone else.
“You can change over there,” Lisa pointed to the special tents set up for changing.
“Hmm… Aren’t you kinda’ short-changing the guys?” Megan winked. The men’s changing tent looked as small as a broom closet.
“Nope,” Lisa grinned. Blessed with what had to be a 10-1 female-male ratio of employees at the hospital, Lisa figured the guys didn’t need all the extra space… nor did she think they would mind.
Lisa wasn’t sure how she became the official greeter, but it somehow fell on her. At one point Tami brought her a chair, and Marie set up a small card table with the official guest book, where the ‘score’ was kept as to just who showed up. She knew everyone in her own department, but there were a number of others she didn’t know as well.
“Hi Darren, hi Bob.”
“Hi Lisa.”
“How’s Allie? You must have found a sitter for her today.”
“Yeah, she’s with my Mom, I – ”
“Hey, are those shirts for us?”
“Sure, Bob – here you go. Wait a sec – you guys need the large ones.”
“Extra large for me,” Bob grinned, patting his tummy.
“Okay, extra large for you,” Lisa grinned, winking at Darren. “Enjoy.”
“Holy molie!” Bob hissed as he looked towards the pond. “I tell you what, Darren – it’s days like today that I’m glad I chose to be a nurse. It makes up for all the crap I took from every guy I knew in school. They can think I’m a sissy all they want! Bet they can’t go to work and see this!” Nope – wouldn’t find this on a construction site or some other ‘manly’ job.
Darren nodded in thoughtful agreement. The hospital was indeed blessed with an attractive female population, most of whom, because of their chosen field, happened to be fit and healthy and –
“Hey guys.” Trying to do her part in playing ‘host,’ Tami sauntered up to the two men. “Change room’s there, food’s over there, and if you have to go to the bathroom…” She gestured into the distance with a wink, “find a tree.” Both seemed to stare at her dumbly for a moment. “Geez, guys, I was only kidding!”
“Um, sure, thanks Tami,” Darren murmured, wondering if women, especially beautiful ones, fully appreciated the power they had to render a man speechless at times. Tami had curves in all the right places, a gorgeous tan, and the black bikini she wore displayed them perfectly.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” Bob muttered as Tami walked off.
“I know what you mean,” Darren murmured, looking back to where Lisa sat. Friendship was pretty special, too, and Lisa was in a class all of her own. He
saw her smile at him, then turn to greet a pair of doctors that wandered in. He knew she was just being friendly, but wondered if she understood just how much that smile meant to him every time he saw it.
“Yeah, well I’m gonna go check out the food.”
“You do that,” Darren chuckled. Beautiful women AND food. Bob was likely indeed in ‘heaven.’
At one point, Lisa heard a few shrieks and turned to see what was happening, just in time to see Betsy get dumped in the pond, her arms and legs flailing. She’d been carried there by a group of her giggling ‘friends’ who evidently thought Betsy needed some cooling off. Then again, maybe Betsy was the only one the group of them could carry, being a tiny thing who barely reached five feet in high heels. Brought to a satisfactory conclusion, the ladies returned to shore while a soaking wet Betsy ‘fumed’ and plotted ‘revenge.’
It wasn’t the only ‘shrieks’ she would hear as the afternoon wore on, as others were summarily ‘escorted’ into the pond to cool off. And as the temperature touched one hundred degrees, it started to be welcome relief. Then at one point, someone got the brainy idea of ‘bringing the pond’ to those on shore, for more fun and frolic. Bored now that the stream of visitors had subsided, Lisa yawned, and was about to rise to go join the party, when she let out a shriek of her own. Sneaking up behind her, Tami and Marie dumped an entire five-gallon bucket of water onto their lovely greeter.
“Oh – You guys!” Lisa gasped. She didn’t mind cooling off, but still, it was a shock to the system! Five whole gallons… and pond water was the ‘best’ kind of water, too. Not!
“Now I can truly say you’re ‘all wet’ about something,” Marie laughed.
“T-that’s for sure,” Lisa grimaced, pulling the teeshirt from clinging to her torso and attempting to drive some of the water out. Grinning in spite of herself, she got up from her chair and headed towards the pond.
“Wow, Lisa – they got you, too?” Darren smiled with understanding, having already shed his teeshirt.
“I’m afraid they did,” Lisa smiled, tugging at her tee shirt again. “You too?”
“Caught in a water balloon barrage,” he chuckled.
“Water balloons? Who brought those?”
“I dunno,’ I –” He stopped suddenly, transfixed as he watched her tug the shirt off, up and over her pretty head. He hoped she didn’t hear him sigh, but he couldn’t help but stare with appreciation, though he tore his eyes away when she finally got the wet shirt removed.
“Where did you hang up your shirt?” she grinned, absently wringing the water out of hers.
“Um – I think everyone is, uh – putting them over there.” He pointed towards a makeshift clothesline that someone had set up.
“Hey, that works! Can you hold this for a moment?” Handing him her teeshirt, she proceeded to shrug out of her shorts, tantalizing his eyes as she wiggled her hips and pulled them down her smooth legs. “There, that ought to do it.” Reaching for her shirt again, she walked over to the clothesline and hanged them up.
She smiled brightly at him as she walked back to where he sat. Tired of being the one to say ‘hello’ to every person that came, she was looking forward to talking to him about Allie and a few other things, not to mention getting some sun. Finding an unused chair, she dragged it out next to his. “If I sit here,” she grinned, “will you take anyone that comes along to dump water on us and throw them in the pond?”
He chuckled softly. “Sure, it’s a deal.”
“Okay – Be right back,” she said.
He watched as she headed off towards the caterer, who was probably pulling his hair out in making sure none of the food got swamped from pond water by these ‘insane’ supposed health care workers. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the warmth of the sun. Lisa finally returned, leaning back in the chair and stretching her legs with a contented sigh. Then, sitting up momentarily, she busied herself with applying tanning oil, starting with her legs. He watched her from the corner of his eye, then noticed her swimsuit.
“Did you?… Where did you get that?”
“Get what?” she asked, stretching her legs and admiring their gleam in the sunshine.
“Your suit – it has the hospital logo on it.”
“Oh, I made this. It was from some worn out scrubs.”
“You are more talented than you let on.” And quite a few other things, he didn’t add. It gave him an excuse, albeit a small one, to look just a little longer.
“Well, I had such good luck making Allie her swim… I mean ‘simsuit,’ I thought I’d give it a try here. And after all, it is the summer picnic.” Finished, she smiled at him and turned her back. “Darren – would you mind hitting my back with that?”
Was water wet? Trying his best to keep his hands from trembling, he sat up and reached for the tanning oil. Waiting until she had time to gather her hair, he gingerly applied the oil to her smooth back, pensively rubbing it in with his fingers. It brought back so many memories in a rush, and for a moment he forgot all about Lisa, as he remembered some of the last pleasant memories he had of his wife. Their last trip together had been to visit her folks down in Florida, meeting them there for a special getaway in the middle of winter. Allie had been just a little chirp, and her folks had given them some time alone while they put in some ‘grandparent’ time. He remembered the sound of her voice, talking as he rubbed tanning lotion into her skin, just like he was doing at the moment. She’d encouraged him to build a playhouse for Allie… something he hadn’t gotten to until after she’d passed on. It had been therapeutic, but it still grieved him that he hadn’t taken time to build it while she’d been alive. But mostly it was just her and him, and the sound of the waves landing on the beach, and the whisper of a light afternoon wind. He’d layered her back with kisses, one small prelude to what he wished to do with her in the night…
“Darren?”
‘Oh my gosh! Did I just kiss Lisa’s back?’ Horrified, Darren froze and looked down at his hands, then quickly at the crowd, wondering if anyone noticed.
“Darren?” she repeated. “You all right back there?”
“Oh, Lisa, I’m so sorry,” he blurted. “I – my mind was a thousand miles away.”
“Memories?” she asked, turning to face him.
“Y-you have no idea.” He couldn’t meet her gaze, and dropped his eyes. “I-I’m so sorry. I don’t know what made me do that.”
“Darren…” She reached for his hand and held it in hers. “It’s okay. Really. She… she must have been really special.”
Had it been anyone other than Lisa, he would have been irritated to be read so easily like a book. He nodded dumbly, but kept his eyes averted, wanting like everything to let his heart spill over to someone, anyone, with things that had long been kept locked up inside. Lisa was an absolute peach, and a friend, but it didn’t seem right to dump it all on her, especially not here.
Seeing his lips tighten to a thin line, Lisa changed the subject. “How’s Allie doing?” It was a much ‘safer’ topic, as it turned out, and he managed to eventually smile again as the afternoon wore on. Both watched their friends finally play a game of volleyball, and become even wetter. It had been Stan’s idea to put it in the water. Nobody knew why, but he thought it was a ‘good’ idea to have a volleyball net in the pond in a few inches of water.
“Want to go join them?” Lisa finally asked.
Darren smiled wryly. He was actually quite content at the moment. Who couldn’t be when you were talking to someone showing an interest in you, particularly a beautiful woman? It was far better than the snippets of time he could get at work to talk to her, and at the moment, he was beyond caring what anyone else thought of it, if they were. “I think I’m fine,” he said, then added, “if you are. If you want to go jump around and bat a ball around, uh, go right ahead.”
“I think I’ll pass,” Lisa smiled. “Otherwise, it will make me chafe even more.” He almost wilted as she gently rubbed her breasts. Looking at him, she giggled. “Learn from this, Darren – never make yourself a swimsuit out of hospital scrubs – I don’t think the material was intended for swimsuits! Probably the last time I should ever wear it… seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Chuckling, he promised to take her lesson to heart. Reaching for his cell phone, he quipped. “Need a memory then? Better have a picture if this is the last time it sees the light of day.”
“Not if said ‘memory’ ends up on the bulletin board at work,” she giggled.
“Lisa