Surprised, I stammered a thanks. “I’ll be there.”
“Starts at two, bring a friend if you want. And don’t forget your swim suit.”
The invite was from Bill, my boss!
Steve and Mike said they were also going. “There will probably be about thirty or so people,” Steve added. “Some bring wives or girlfriends. Mike and I are going stag. How about you? Bringing your girlfriend?”
“No, I really don’t have anyone special right now, so I guess I’ll also come alone.”
“He has a really cool place. It’s a refurbished old farm house out in the country a bit. Just north of here on Highway 50. Big pool and patio. Mike and I have been there several times. Everyone has a great time. There are always some really good looking women there. Maybe a bit too old for you, 20’s and 30’s. But still great eye candy.”
“We’re lucky that Bill is such a nice guy,” Mike added. “I’ve worked for some real sons-a bitches.”
I also was lucky. I needed a decent summer job between my freshman and sophomore college years. My folks were helping me some on tuition, but it wasn’t enough. Mike was a friend of a friend and worked at a company that warehoused and shipped items for an on-line marketing company. He suggested I put in an application. He said he knew the boss guy and would give me a recommendation.
It worked out great! I started the second week of June at $16 an hour. The warehouse ran two shifts, but since I was temporary and inexperienced, I was put on the day shift. It was a fairly small subsidiary with three girls working in the office, ten including me on day shift, and about six guys on twilight shift. Plus Bill the boss.
“Who all from the company is going?” I asked Steve on our next break.
“Well, there’s you, me, and Mike. Probably Ed and his wife. Robert and his girlfriend. You won’t miss her – big tits. Maybe one or two of the girls in the office and their boyfriends. And some others from elsewhere.”
“Sounds like it will be fun. I haven’t had any real social life since classes ended.”
“Not bringing a girlfriend? Good looking guy like you? Maybe you should ask one of the office girls.”
“I’m really shy around girls. Always seem to get tongue-tied in social situations. My lab partner in Chemistry class was a girl. I liked being around her but we focused on the lab tasks, so I didn’t freeze up like I sometimes do. I mostly avoid parties since I feel so awkward.”
“Well, Mike and I will help introduce you around. Make sure you come.”
The boss had a great place. It was originally a modest farmhouse built back in the 1920’s. Originally the house was on 160 acres but later sales reduced the land to 20 acres. A major addition in the 60’s more than doubled the size. Bill bought six years ago and spent a ton on major updates. Interior walls were removed, new kitchen and baths. A large patio, pool, and cabana were added. It was a terrific setup for entertaining which Bill seemed to enjoy.
I arrived right at two. A few other guests were already in attendance and others were arriving. Steve had not shown up but Mike introduced me to some people I had not met. Everyone seemed real classy. The women were, indeed, good looking and their guys handsome. I was probably the youngest by at least five years.
“Hi, John. Glad you could make it. What would you like to drink? I make a great margarita, but go easy, it’s powerful.”
“Thanks, Bill, for inviting me. I’ll try one.” A couple of drinks later I was starting to feel more at ease.
An hour or so into the party people started putting on their swim attire, using the cabana for changing. I intended to buy a new suit but didn’t get around to it. Now I could kick myself. The one I had was a couple of years old from high school swim team. Would still fit? I decided to wait.
“John, you did bring a suit, didn’t you,” Bill asked sometime later. “Go put it on. Everyone else is using the pool.”
I had reason to worry. My suit was a Speedo style. As such it was somewhat revealing but not unlike that of other guys on the team. But since then I filled out somewhat. Other guys at this party had on trunks. I knew I was going to be embarrassed all to hell. I tucked my junk in as best I could.
Mike caught me as I came out of the cabana. “There you are. I want to – to – introduce you to some new people.” He hesitated mid sentence as he stared at my crotch. I flushed bright red.
“Damn, guy. That’s some bulge you got there. Trying to show off?”
“No,” I stammered. It’s my old suit. I didn’t have anything else. God, what am I going to do.” I opened the cabana door and started to go back in.
“No you don’t,” as he pulled me back. “You’re a good looking guy with a nice body. If you got it, flaunt it, I say. Come over here to the bar and settle down.”
Bill, the boss, was bartending.
“John’s a bit embarrassed, Bill, since all he had was his old swim team suit. I told him not to worry.”
Bill’s eyes dropped from my face to my crotch. “The women are going to be all over you, John. Hell, maybe even some of the guys! Hey, let me fix you a drink. Just stay here by the bar until you calm down a bit.”
“Bill, I need a refill,” one of the wives, Joyce, said as she approached the bar.
“Oh, my. Who is this hunk?” she exclaimed.
“John. He’s the new summer hire. John, I don’t think you have met Joyce.”
I was forced to turn from the bar toward her. Her eyes immediately dropped to my crotch. I turned another shade of red.
“Is that real?” she blurted.
“Joyce, go easy. John’s a little embarrassed since he only had his swim team suit.”
“Honey, if you got what I think you got you should be mighty proud. If my husband wasn’t here I would drag you into the house and rape you!”
I was at total loss for words. Joyce got her drink and walked over to several women. They all turned in my direction. I turned back to the bar as they giggled and whispered to each other.
“Come on, John. Get in the pool. You’ll be less conspicuous,” Steve suggested as he joined Mike and me.
At least I had the satisfaction of knowing that my dive looked good. I had been one of the better divers on the team. I dogpaddled some and then swam a little. By now the word had gotten around and some guests were watching me.
“Foods ready, everyone,” Bill announced.
Good, I’ll get out when everyone goes over to the food tables. I waited in the water but only a few went that way. The rest continued to stand around and visit. What the hell, here goes.
Joyce met me at the pool ladder just as I pulled myself up. I knew my bulge was on full display.
“Honey, I want you to meet some of my friends. Sue, Janet, Nancy, this is John.” Without exception they all stared at my crotch.
“How old are you, John?” Sue asked.
“Just wanted to make sure you were legal,” Sue added with a giggle.
Joyce whispered into my ear “is it my imagination, or is that bulge getting bigger? Don’t worry, honey, we love it.”