Summer at Pond Cove – Chapter 01

Walter has just finished college and is spending one last summer taking care of his weird uncle’s cabin located on Pond Cove, a secluded area surrounded by a government nature preserve. All of the other owners, except one, have been bought out by the government which wants to turn Pond Cove into a frog sanctuary. Walter meets his neighbors for the summer– six sorority sisters who are spending one last summer together.



Things get a little warm… and a little weird… as Walter learns about his submissive side from the hands of some expert teachers.



This story stands on its own, but the storyline will continue in the future. Because this is the first chapter, there is a lot of setup and staging before things get interesting.



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I’m not sure why Uncle Walter won’t sell his cabin and land at Pond Cove. He never comes down here.



Actually he is my mother’s uncle– grandma’s brother– but everyone, even non-relatives, call him “Uncle Walter.” Except, that is, when he isn’t around, then most people call him “Weird Walter.”



My uncle is more than a bit strange.



Walter had once been willing to sell the cabin and land, but that was before my time. There was this big hotel chain that wanted to build a lavish resort at Pond Cove. They offered Uncle Walter a really good price and a yearly two-week vacation at the resort.



Evidently Uncle Walter was really looking forward to two weeks sitting around on the beach ogling sweet young things in their bikinis, but then some government environmentalist found a little green tree frog living in the pond.



The “Pond Cove Green Tree Frog” looks like a regular tree frog to me, but evidently there is something just a little different about it and it can’t be found anywhere else in the world. That put it on the endangered species list and that put the kibosh to the hotel’s– and Uncle Walter’s plans. Grandma says that’s when her brother got weird…er.



Since then, the federal government has been attempting to buy out the local residents and have been fairly successful at it. There are only two private land owners left at Pond Cove. The feds say they offer “fair market price,” but since, because of the frog, you can’t sell to anyone but the federal government, that price is significantly below what the hotel was willing to pay. There is also a law or regulation or whatever that if the land is vacant for more than eighteen months, the government can claim it under eminent domain as unused land. Then the price is even lower.



That’s how I came to be here every summer in the first place. Uncle Walter used to hire a caretaker each summer to keep the grass mowed and do general maintenance on the property. That’s another clause in the regulations, the property must be “kept up,” or Uncle Sam swoops in and takes it.



Family members work cheaper, I guess, so I have been coming down here since I started high school. This might be my last year, though, because this was my last year of college. I have graduated and have been certified as a teacher. If I take the position I’ve been offered to teach math at the grade school level, I will still have summers off… but I will probably have to take classes over the summer to keep my certifications.



Then again, a lot of teachers have other jobs over the summer and this has been a really nice summer job for me for the past eight years. Uncle Walter pays for satellite TV & internet over the summer. And he has this big tower that brings in cell phone signals from town. Town is about forty miles away and regular cellular service ends about ten miles from here at about the same point as where the road turns to gravel.



I don’t get many visitors here. Actually, I don’t get any visitors here, which is fine with me. I have a little problem dealing with people… adult people… especially adult women people.



I’ve always been that way. My parents even started me in school late in hopes that I would be a little bigger and “be more ready for it.” But I never was. I was never really ready for school and I was always the smallest boy in my class. That led to a lot of teasing and bullying which didn’t help things. I liked school itself. It was the other students I had problems with.



I really like my time alone here at Pond Cove.



I guess I’m a little weird myself, but I prefer to call myself an extreme geek. I know that teaching is going to be hard. But so would anything else. At least I will be primarily dealing with youngsters… except for my fellow teachers… and administrators… and parents. I will make it work somehow, but for now I’m not going to worry about it.



Pond Cove is the absolutely best place for me to spend the summer. If you were looking for the perfect secluded beach, Pond Cove would be it.



It is called Pond Cove because it is both a pond and a cove. Technically, it is a cove because it fills with seawater. If it were truly open to the sea, it might even have been considered a long, thin, bay, but there is a natural stone breakwater across the entire entrance which cuts it off from the ocean– and also keeps it from filling in with sand from the sea. Rains and a small stream provide some of the water for the cove. The rest seeps through the rocks and sand or crashes over the breakwater as waves– especially during storms.



The area in front of the breakwater is shallow and filled with large rocks. There is also supposedly a rock reef out there somewhere and a ton of sting rays hiding in the sand on the bottom. With all that, it would be reckless, if not fatal, to attempt to bring a boat into the cove… or even close to it. Besides, the whole area– including the beach– has signs that say “Federal Property – No Trespassing – Protected Environment” Technically, we are supposed to stay on the area of the beach in front of the property that we own, but all the deeds for the land surrounding the cove give full access rights to the entire cove to all owners. So there’s nothing the government can do, except buy up– or take– the land.



Uncle Walter’s cabin is at the very northern end of the cove. The other remaining cabin is on the very southern end and you have to take a different gravel road around the edge of the government land to get to it. If I am out on the beach, I can see when there are people down there, but it is almost two miles from one tip of the cove to the other, so you can’t see any details.



The owner lives up in New York and almost never comes down to his cabin. He’s as weird– or weirder– than Uncle Walter. The only reason he doesn’t sell his land is that his family has a generations-long distrust of the federal government and, besides, he won’t sell to “a bunch of Yankee carpetbaggers just because of some damn frog.”



He rents his cabin out for the summer to families or college students or whoever through a local real estate agent. The rent is fairly cheap, but they have to mow the grass and do some minor yard work. Usually it ends up being some young family living nearby who wants to get away for a couple of months. This year I heard that it was a bunch of college students who had just graduated from college and wanted one more last summer of fun before starting work.



I didn’t know anything else about them, so I decided to sneak over and get a look at who they were. I have a kayak that I could have used to just paddle across the cove, but I’m not real good at meeting strangers. I needed to work up the nerve to meet them first. Or, at least, I needed to see them and maybe know what to expect.



There is a back trail between the two cabins that cuts across the government land. It is pretty much overgrown, but if you are careful you can get through. It comes out on the beach near the other cabin. When I got to the beach I was about to break through the vines which were covering the opening when I heard a lot of laughing and giggling… FEMALE laughing and giggling. I looked out through the vines and saw four naked girls standing not quite hip deep in the pond, splashing each other with water.



They all appeared to be college age or a little older. Two were brunettes; One was African-American; and the other was a flaming redhead.



I was staring intently at the redhead and her beautiful, bright smile when she said, “Gloria, did you ever expect to be skinny dipping in broad daylight this summer?”



“No, Holly,” one of the brunettes answered, “but I never expected your uncle to let us stay here all summer for free either.”



“This is the perfect place for our sorority final fling,” another voice said. “Three final months together and then we head out into the real world to become prim and proper school teachers.”



“This IS the real world,” Gloria replied sarcastically. “And you will never be prim and proper, Kat.”



“But it’s our own private corner of the real world,” Holly replied.



“Maybe not so private,” came a loud voice from behind me. “We have a Peeping Tom.”



I spun around to see two very large, very naked young women standing directly behind me.



“This… this… this… isn’t what it looks like,” I sputtered. “I was just coming over to say hello and heard all the splashing and giggling.”



“And when you saw we were naked,” the larger of the two women snarled, “you decided to hunker down in the weeds and spy on us!” She was blond, with the fair skin to match, but her face was very red with anger.



“Yes,” I said.