Casually Compromised - Book 1

Summer

The girls giggled and stared at the boys.

Five 16 year old girls stood in a cluster at the edge of the pool by the shallow end. Its summer. Get your clique on ladies. Like a hive mind they were scheming, giggling, evolving. Parallel to them on the other side of the pool were three boys about the same age.

"Nature at work Parker." Jesse said sipping his margarita sitting on the diving board in the deep end.

"What are they 15, 16?" I said staring the freezing waters edge of deep end. Debating the ice cold plunge. I wanted to feel it. Total immersion. Cut off from everything, no sound, no air, just water, really cold water. Submerged.

My friend Jesse owned this vintage 60's era pool nestled in the woods between two old neighborhoods. He fought the city to keep its old world charm, though its old world construction made sure that the water would never be as warm as you'd like when the season started. Few were up for the plunge. I was eager.

"Those girls are 21 btw, not 16... in their minds... in their minds..." Susan said reading tabloid magazines laying back on a beach chair.. "Those boys are way outa their league as are most men...." she snickered.

I stared at the kids. Was that me many years ago? Thinking about anything everything but girls? They always talk about how girls mature much faster than men. When did we catch up? Or when did girls seek us out to harvest our immaturity? Eventually we'd catch up, only to rewind to a simpler time.

"Those boys were still like me I figure. They either want candy, a mountain dew or to blow stuff up." Jesse said lying back on the diving board arms stretched out into the air above him.

"I miss blowing stuff up..." I said.

Blue and mesmerizing. Staring straight down thru 10 feet of bracing water I wondered how much I could be at his pool this summer. My other office. Submerged most of the day, being a entrepreneur with a flexible schedule just got a lot more interesting.

"Jump already will ya... I wanna hear your screams.." Susan snickered.

Another woman to collect the screams and tears of men- ahhh I loved women. I jumped in. 10 feet down and i can feel the cold. I touch the floor of the pool and shot to the top like a rocket, piercing the surface with a gaggle of laughter and screams.

"Holy fuck thats.. cold!" I yelped.

"Language!!" Susan barked.

I cowered submerging again into the cold water. Every nerve ending silenced, the waters chilling effect, numbing me. It felt good getting into the pool again. This where I would do the rest of my business calls, from this freezing deep end.

"I'm glad you did that for me..." Jesse said. "Cause i'm not getting in..btw its likely warmer in the shallow end."

"Stay deep Parker, you have sins to wash clean..." Susan laughed.

Yeah she got that right. My fucking sins. Gimme the punishment of the cold watery deep. I keep fooling myself thinking some moderation in the club is possible. Ally keeps giving me windows of approval to go there. What does she know? Does she care? And just where does the libido go anyways- her's has been stolen. Mine, went into over drive a year ago when I jumped out of a perfectly good airplane (corporate office).

Let's touch the bottom again. Is it colder down there? Actually no, it was coldest near the surface, just before your brain had to calibrate the water to air effect. Vera once told me her love of skinny dipping. I wonder if she could take the cold. Odds are, yes. She was battle hardened by now. When it came to any kind of physical or emotional pain, strippers have been thru it all I figure. With Vera I feel like I see the scars at times.