Coping with Retirement, part 2 – It’s Like the Good Old Days

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Lettie brought Janie over the very next day, the Monday evening. Clearly she was not a girl to let grass grow under her feet.

I could see that places for two teenage girls to have sex together, in any relaxed way, would be few and far between. Even these days not many parents were that broad-minded, and I didn’t think the Mellors were, at least.

The use of my comfortable indoor swimming pool room would definitely be something they’d jump at, if my presence could be worked in or around somehow. As a 65-five-year-old retiree I could only be a fly in the ointment, but I was part of the package, so to speak. A package that Lettie had pushed pretty hard to get, thinking back to her masturbating naked with me!

Janie was her best friend and they had sex, Lettie had explained to me, though they both had sex with other girls and Janie with boys too. The other kids at school knew about it, but not the teachers or the parents, and they’d got the other children to accept it.

Or if any adults did know, I suspected, they turned a blind eye as long as it wasn’t thrust right under their noses. Schools, and parents, did not like that kind of scandal.

I realised that any girl with lesbian interest could simply approach Lettie or Janie – they must make it acceptable. The taboo and fear of being ostracised would be gone, and without those deterrents who knew how many girls would be bisexual or lesbian?

Well, I was quite curious how casual the relationships were.

What I definitely did not know, because Lettie hadn’t really answered my question about it, was what my role would be.

Was I going to be a voyeur? Would Lettie even suggest that I give them some time alone? I had no idea. I had to trust that she wasn’t someone who would simply exploit me to gain access to my facilities, and to be fair she seemed a nicer person than that.

I wondered if she in fact had no real plan, and was going to play it by ear. She was, I was starting to think, bold enough for just about anything.

Anyway on Monday Janie’s parents innocently dropped her off at the Mellors’, to work on a school project they thought. Lettie promptly brought her across, her own parents barely requiring an explanation, I guessed. I think Paul and Amanda knew Lettie might visit a lot, and that’s what they’d been half warning me about.

Lettie had said Janie would know nothing about our deal, and would just come to swim. In the normal way I’d have had doubts about this, but Lettie was the kind of person that other people just wanted to be around. She had confidence and charisma; someone full of life.

I could very easily imagine that when she said ‘come on let’s go for a swim at my old neighbour’s house’ then other kids would follow.

So I answered the door and there they were. It was real, after all.

I made an effort not to stare at Janie, who was wearing a miniskirt with a short top, but concentrated on just being pleasant as she was introduced. She was a redhead, good-looking, and about the same size as Lettie.

As we walked through to the pool room I was able to look at Janie from behind, seeing that her body was quite similar to Lettie’s: about five feet two or three, a fairly lightly built torso, with a slightly heavier bottom half. Not ‘heavy’, you understand, but feminine. Her ass and thighs were amazing.

We went through to the pool room and Janie was gratifyingly impressed. She was more like a normal fifteen-to-sixteen year-old than Lettie and a bit more eager to please. Not ingratiating, but less totally self-sufficient, and kind enough to want me to feel good.

The thing with Lettie was that she didn’t seem to refer to other people at all for her opinions; instead other people – including Janie – referred to her.

But Janie was still quite confident, by normal standards. Looking at her more closely she was even prettier than I’d first thought. She had a fairly long, thin face, with fine features, a thin, straight nose, and grey eyes.

I have always especially liked grey eyes. Her skin was a fair skin with freckles, I saw, and I liked her thick wavy hair, a bit longer than Lettie’s, falling a few inches down her back.

She looked at me for a moment, no doubt thinking I was an average old guy: medium height, medium build, and old. Well I didn’t have much idea how I looked at all these days, to a girl. I’d been quite popular back in the day, but it had been a long time since the question had arisen. I still had all my hair, at least, even if it was grey.

“Shall we swim?” Lettie asked, starting to undress.

I saw Janie look uncertainly at me, and I excused myself to go and get changed in the house. It didn’t take me long and when I came back Lettie had just pulled Janie into a kiss, both of them in one-piece swimsuits. Janie jumped back as she heard the door.

“It’s OK,” said Lettie, pulling her back, “David knows, he’s cool about it.”

She forced a quick kiss on Janie before Janie could extricate herself. Janie looked at me, going red.

“Yes it’s fine, Janie,” I smiled at her, “I know you two are girlfriends, you carry on.” I dived into the pool and did a few lengths without looking up. When I did Lettie was just ready to jump in.

I got a quick glimpse of a damp patch on the crotch of her blue swimsuit, and what looked like nicely swollen lips bulging out where, I suspected, the little tease had removed the lining – part of the honey trap she’d set for me, to get me to accept this incredible deal of her bringing her girlfriends round to have sex with them here.

Janie jumped in after her, and for a few minutes I did some slow lengths while they swam a bit, splashed about, and then stood talking in the shallow end. I wasn’t sure if I should be joining in or not. And if so, how. What did I have in common with them?

I looked at their four gorgeous thighs each time I passed, then Lettie moved into my way and I stopped and stood up, quite close to them.

“Janie wants to know how old you are,” she said with a smile.

“I’m sixty-five,” I admitted, trying not to sound like it was a fault, “but not all that old inside. How old are you two?”

“We’re about sixteen,” said Lettie, grinning naughtily. Janie grinned with her, and I had to join in. We all knew she was playing with the idea they were underage.

“But we have some stuff in common don’t we?” she continued. “Girls, just for a start. Shall we watch some more videos?”

“Good idea,” I agreed, looking at Janie to see if she knew what kind of videos we were talking about. She didn’t: she was looking unsure, but willing to go along.

We settled on the mats facing the big TV, under the infra-red lamps I’d put in, with me on one side of the laptop, then Lettie and then Janie. Lettie took charge and looked for the teen lesbian site she’d been on the previous evening.

While she got under way I looked across, discreetly, at Janie’s swimsuit-clad body.

Her tits were possibly a bit fuller, if not really bigger, than Lettie’s, and her thighs were a little bit bigger.