Daddies Taboo

by Iona Nixon

  Nobody was supposed to be at the house. The Lovejoys were supposed to have gone to his family's house and weren't due back until Sunday just before the meeting. So Ben was a little surprised when he looked through the trees and saw someone standing by the pool. The pool area was surrounded by a low fence, and fir trees had been planted all around it, but they hadn't completely grown up yet, and he had a good view of the terrace between the house and the pool. He was, he thought, more or less hidden from view.

  A woman was there, stretching. She was tall, with chestnut hair and impressive figure. She wore a navy blue tank suit that in one way was pretty modest, but in other ways not really. As she bent over, Ben had a clear view of her long legs and her tight, round bottom. The fabric was molded to her body and he could see the line between her buttocks. He felt a stirring in his groin.

  Ben knew he was being a bit rude by just watching and not announcing himself, but he couldn't resist. The woman looked familiar as she bent and stretched and the tight suit clearly showed the shape of her bottom and, when she turned around facing him, her breasts. He was getting erect as he watched, and he tried to resist because he knew he eventually would have to announce himself.

  Melinda's night had been just as bad as the one before. When she finally fell asleep her dreams were all of sex. And all of them featured members of the youth group. She woke up with a pillow between her legs and the sheets soaking wet. She got up and showered, ate breakfast, and then finished cleaning the house for the meeting the next day.

  She tried to nap, but she was still restless, her body just on the edge of being aroused. She decided to take a swim.

  Not long after she'd walked out to the pool Melinda heard the truck coming up from the barn. She remembered that Ben was coming to set up the tables and chairs. After thinking for a moment about going in and putting on her more modest bathing suit, the one with the skirt that Gerald preferred she wear if there were others around when she was swimming, but decided not to. What she was wearing was fine and perfectly modest. And, she thought to herself, if Ben enjoys watching me in this suit that's fine – more than fine. So she went through her stretching routine, making sure that she gave Ben a nice view of her bottom and chest from time to time.

  After a few more minutes of stretching Melinda gave up on Ben coming into the pool area right away. She had an idea why, and a little shudder went through her when it crossed her mind. She jumped in the pool and started swimming laps. Maybe exercise would calm her down a little.

  Ben watched Melinda swim a few laps, still not realizing who he was watching. Finally he decided to get to work. Whoever it was, she was nice to look at. He opened the back of the truck, pulled out a table, and rolled it into the yard. He set it up and went back to the truck for the next table.

  Melinda kept swimming as Ben worked. She'd glance up every once in awhile, but Ben was working diligently.

  Ben did his best not to stare too much at the woman in the pool. He couldn't see a lot, but it was clear that she had large breasts, long legs and a cute ass. He decided not to interrupt her until he was finished.

  It didn't take long. There were only five tables to set up, and each had six chairs. It took him about 20 minutes, and as he placed the last tub next to the walkway to the house where they usually were put, Melinda finished her last lap and stood up in the pool.

  Ben looked up as she did. He still didn't realize who she was as she smoothed her hair back from her face. He wasn't looking at her face. He was looking at her large breasts, and the two nipples poking up very noticeably through the fabric of the suit.

  "Hi Ben!" Melinda said brightly.

  His head jerked up and he looked Mrs. Lovejoy straight in the face. He was incredibly embarrassed and blushed bright red. He'd been lusting after a minister's wife. How could he have been so stupid?

  Melinda smiled. It was nice to be noticed, and it was even nicer that Ben had the courtesy to be a little ashamed of looking at her breasts. She decided to tease him a little.

  "How have you been Ben?" she asked, moving toward the pool ladder.

  "Just fine, ma'am, thank you. How are you?"

  "I'm well Ben," she said, climbing up the ladder. She raised her leg to the top rung so the suit would ride up between her legs as she pulled herself out of the pool. "All ready for tomorrow?"

  "Yes ma'am. We'll just have to get the ice and put the tablecloths out after services."

  "Good, good," she replied. "You look a little warm, would you like some lemonade?"

  "Yes, please," he replied, "that would be nice."

  Melinda led him over to the patio table near the house and picked up her towel. "Wait here," she said, "I'll be right back." As she walked toward the house she stretched her arms up and began drying her hair. She also swayed her hips a little more than usual.

  "You jerk!" Ben thought to himself as Melinda walked into the house. "You were spying on the minister's wife. What's wrong with you?" He sat down at the table, telling himself to behave and stop looking at her with lust.

  As Melinda came back out of the house with the lemonade Ben stood up. She'd pulled her hair back with an elastic band. She was still wearing the blue tank suit, and Ben could clearly see her erect nipples and, as his eyes dropped lower, the outline of her vulva.

  "You're too polite, Ben," Melinda told him, smiling at his elevator eyes. She was pleased he was so polite. And that he bothered to look, especially since she'd run an ice cube over her nipples and had been rubbing her vulva so it would swell up a bit and be visible in the suit. Actually, she thought a lot about Ben. He'd been one of the first of the young people to come to Gerald's youth group activities and had helped out a lot as the groups got established and grew. Over the years they'd all become close friends, and their friendship grew, especially after Ben left for college. He and Gerald had a regular correspondence and on vacations and during the summer Ben spent a lot of time with the two of them, helping with various chores around the church and with different youth groups.

  And then there was the night Ben had stepped in between her and a young man who was distraught and about to attack Melinda over a breakup with his girlfriend that he blamed on the Lovejoys and the youth group. Ben had calmly spoken with him and calmed him down, then led him out of the house. Since that night Gerald and Melinda looked on Ben more as a colleague and friend than a student that helped them out from time to time.

  "Thank you," Ben replied, taking the glass of lemonade she offered and holding her chair for her as she sat down. He scolded himself for looking at her body.

  "Ben," Melinda said when he sat down, "may I have a frank conversation with you?"

  "Oh shit," Ben thought to himself. "She's going to chew me out for being such a perv."

  "Yes, ma'am," he said softly. "I apologize for looking at you like that."

  Melinda laughed.

  "Ben, you don't need to worry about that. I enjoy being looked at by good looking men like you. In fact, I would have been a little offended if you hadn't looked."

  "But, but," Ben stammered, "It's rude to look at you like that."

  "Ben, it's normal and natural. You're a healthy man. I'm a healthy woman. Nature intended us to look."

  "Yes ma'am," Ben replied. He was a little confused, but also relieved.

  "Actually Ben, this gives me a good opportunity," Melinda said. "I want to talk to you about the responsible relationships course. Gerald and I have been talking, and we're thinking about adding a new segment to the course. Since you've helped lead the course we want your opinion."

  "I think the course is pretty good as it is," Ben replied.

  "It is," Melinda said, "but it's missing something important. It's missing a clear discussion of responsible sexuality."

  "But," Ben said, a bit confused, "We do a whole segment on birth control. And the course focuses on waiting for sex until marriage."

  "That's true, Ben" Melinda replied, "but not everyone waits for marriage. To be honest, most folks these day
s don't wait for marriage. I'm sure you've seen that at college. You may not even be a virgin. And we, Gerald and I, think it would be appropriate, with the right students, the right mature students, to discuss what a sexually responsible relationship is and how you can know if you're ready and mature enough to have that kind of a relationship. And then we think we should talk about the kinds of sexual activities people in those kinds of relationships might engage in."

  "Wow," Ben sighed. What Mrs. Lovejoy was saying was pretty serious. He was also a little embarrassed. He was a virgin. To be truthful, he'd never done anything more than kiss a girl and he tried not to masturbate very much.

  "Yes, wow Ben," Melinda said, looking deep into his eyes. He noticed that her eyes were as blue as the ocean. Her look was kind, but serious. "So tell me, do you think that would be a good thing to do? We'd have to select the right students, students like you, but if we did, would it be a good thing?"

  Ben thought carefully about what he was being told. If it were true, Mrs. Lovejoy was telling him that it was possible to have a sexual relationship outside of marriage. But he was confused about why she thought he'd be a good candidate. He'd never had a relationship that got anywhere near that kind of a stage.

  "Mrs. Lovejoy," he said, quietly, "I think it's probably a good idea, but for me, well, I've never even thought about that kind of thing. As a matter of fact, I've never done anything more than kiss a girl. I don't know if I'd be the right kind of student for that kind of a class."

  "Nothing more than just kiss a girl?" Melinda asked.

  "No ma'am, never."

  Melinda thought about that for awhile. For some reason she had been sure that Ben, by now, getting ready for his senior year of college, that he would have had some sexual encounter with a woman, even if he hadn't yet lost his virginity.

  "Ben," she began, thinking to herself that she was definitely going out on a limb, "you know that Gerald and I think very highly of you. In fact, we consider you a friend – a dear and special friend. We deeply trust and respect you – that's why I'm having this conversation with you. But Ben, do you really think you're not ready to help us with this segment of the course?"

  "I don't know, Mrs. Lovejoy, I would hope so, but I really don't know that much about the things you were talking about. I mean, I just haven't done anything sexually with a woman."

  Melinda thought carefully to herself. It would be better if Ben had more experience with women. Then he could better describe the emotions and the feelings that the students would encounter in life. Maybe, maybe she could help him get some of that experience. She'd just be helping him out, teaching him. It would be ok. She'd be teaching him, helping him get ready for the new part of the course.

  "Ben, I think that you could do well with this course. I'm sure you could learn what you need to know pretty quickly I'm sure you have the maturity and are a very responsible person."

  "Thank you," he replied. He wondered a little about what she meant by saying he could learn what he needed to know quickly.

  They spoke about the course, about the young men and women who might be ready for this extra segment of the course, and how it would fit into the time frame of the course. After 30 minutes or so Melinda realized the afternoon had gotten hot and she was quite warm.

  "Ben, would you like to go for a swim?" she asked.

  "That would be nice," he replied, "but I didn't bring my swimsuit."

  "Ben," Melinda said quietly, "You don't need a swimsuit."

  "Mrs. Lovejoy?" Ben didn't believe what he thought he was hearing.

  "Ben, you don't need a swimsuit. We're good and close friends. To be frank, when I was in college I visited a nudist resort a few times with some of my friends. There was nothing sexual about it – well, at least at while we were at the resort there was nothing sexual about it. It's quite private here and no one will interrupt us. And, I think, being around a nude woman for a little while will help you understand some of the things we hope to teach in this new segment of the class."

  "But what if I, you know, what if I, you know..."

  "Ben, if you get an erection that's ok. If we were at a nudist resort I'd tell you to just roll over until it went away, but here, well, here, just between us, it's ok. I don't mind. In fact, if you do get an erection I'll just think that you're giving me a compliment."

  "Yes, ma'aam," Ben replied. He was a little confused, but also a little excited. Mrs. Lovejoy would like it if he got an erection in front of her? Surely that couldn't be right.

  "And Ben, call me Melinda. We're friends, close friends. You can use my first name. So now, I'm hot, there's a nice, cool pool right over there, so let's go swimming." And, saying that, she stood up, peeled off her tank suit, and walked over to the pool.

  Ben was stunned. Mrs. Lovejoy, Melinda, was standing naked in front of him. He couldn't help but stare. She was stunning. Her skin was pale, with only the slightest hint of tan lines. Her breasts were full and round, capped with large, dark pink, oval areola and long nipples. She had long slim legs and, when he finally dared look, her pubis was covered with neatly trimmed chestnut curls, almost the same shade as the hair on her head.

  "Ben!' Melinda called him. "When a lady asks you to skinny dip with her the polite thing to do is to remove your clothes and join her in the pool." She was teasing. She'd purposely stopped at the edge of the pool and turned so that Ben could look at her. She also knew that if she waited much longer to jump in the pool she'd chicken out and run into the house. But it was ok. It was just like at the nudist resort. Ben would get a little education and she'd get to skinny dip. And see a good looking guy naked. She'd be teaching him how to behave in the presence of a nude woman. It would be ok.

  "Oh, sorry," Ben replied. He stood up and quickly stripped off his clothes. It didn't feel right, but Mrs. Lovejoy, Melinda, had told him to.

  "Don't be sorry, Ben. It's ok to look. I suspect you haven't seen many nude women in person."

  "You're the first," he admitted, walking over to the pool. He tried to keep his eyes on hers, but they kept wandering down her body.

  "Well, I'm pleased I could be your first. Let's cool off and then we can talk some more about the course."

  Melinda stepped down into the pool and floated out into the middle on her back. Ben walked over to the pool and dove in at the deep end, then swam a few laps.

  Melinda watched him. He had a tight little butt and a flat stomach and he really, she thought, was a good looking man. Yes, she thought to herself, he was a very good looking man. And she could teach him. She floated on her back, enjoying the caress of the water on her body.

  Ben finished his laps and stood next to Melinda where she was floating. The water covered him up to his waist. He looked down at Melinda. Her legs were slightly parted, and he could clearly see that she had shaved the hair from her labia and the hair he had seen before had been trimmed into a neat triangle that ended just above where her labia began.

  Melinda floated quietly, aware of how Ben was looking at her body. It had been a long time since anyone other than Gerald had looked at her, and, she thought, it felt good.

  Ben lay back into the water and floated next to Melinda for a while, enjoying the feel of the water on his body. He was surprised that he was not erect, especially because he was very, very aware of the feeling of the water as it moved over his penis and testicles.

  "It's different without a suit, isn't it?" Melinda asked him.

  "Yes," he replied. "You can really feel it everywhere."

  "You sure can," she replied. "I always thought the best part about skinny dipping was the feel of the water flowing over my breasts and vulva. It's very stimulating."

  They talked about nothing in particular for the next ten or fifteen minutes, floating around the pool. In the back of her mind Melinda wondered a bit about how Gerald would react if she told him about being naked with Ben. She didn't think about it again, not wanting to deal with the thought of Gerald being upset with her. She was teaching Ben. I
t was OK.

  After they'd gotten out of the pool and dried off, Ben reached down to pick up his shirt.

  "No Ben, don't. Don't put your clothes back on. Let's just sit here together. There are some things we can talk about and the more comfortable you are being around a nude woman and being nude yourself the better a job I think you'll do with the responsible sexuality part of the course."

  "If you say so, Melinda," he replied. It was kind of exciting to sit there in the nude with her.

  "Ben, is it really true you've never seen a woman in the nude before?"

  "Umm, yes, well, I mean, I have seen pictures in magazines and on the internet. But no, I've never been with anyone like we are now."

  "Ok. Well then, I think you need to look at me carefully. Pictures in magazines and on the internet don't show you real women, at least for the most part. For example," she said, standing up and turning around, "look at my butt. It sags a little. When I was eighteen maybe it didn't, but age and gravity work on everybody."

  Ben was looking. It sure didn't look to him like Melinda's butt was sagging at all. It looked round and tiny and just about perfect.

  "The same goes for my breasts," Melinda said, turning back around. "If you look, you can see the right one is a little bigger than the left one, and they're starting to sag a little, too. And my areola aren't perfectly round and light brown. They're pink and oval and the right one is different from the left one."