Saturday mornings are always nice. When you wake up, you don't remember it's Saturday at first and think, 'gotta get up, gotta get goin'. Then the dawning. Ever so slowly, you remember that today is Saturday, I don't have to go to work. I don't have to get up. Ah, back to sleep for a few more minutes.
Too late, the mind's working. The body is functioning and wants to offload which, in turn, requires a drink of water, the desire for coffee, the desire for food shortly afterward, and the day has begun. Saturday or no Saturday, you can't just roll over and go back to sleep. At least, I can't.
After peeing, getting a drink of water, and starting the coffee, I walked out on the front porch to enjoy the morning birds as they flitted her and there, searching for food, building nests, looking for a mate. I walked down to the pool and dove in, swimming several laps and getting back out. I let the morning sun dry me off as I walked back to the cabin. I could hear the sewer construction people near the entrance to the park and knew they would be down this way the coming week.
Inside, the couch was folded up and Zena and Bee had disappeared. There was two half full mugs of coffee on the counter, and looking out the back, I noticed the Jeep was gone. I had just poured a mug of coffee when the Jeep came roaring up to the back of the cabin. The two girls were dressed in shorts and tank tops, carrying a large box labeled "Dunkin' Donuts."
They came through the door, saying quietly, "Surprise, we brought you a treat."
Bee said, "Your sister and Jeff should be here any minute. He wants to get in the fishing tournament out here today, so the two of them will be here shortly."
I received kisses and hugs from my lovers between bites of donuts taken by the three of us.
Mark and dad came into the kitchen looking for coffee, and hungrily eyeing the donuts. They said they were going to get into the tournament today too. They had purchased some fishing gear and were prepared to show the other entrants how to fish.
I said, "If Dana goes with Jeff today, no else has a chance. Dana is the luckiest person in the world with a fishing pole in her hand. While you're dragging up a turtle, she'll be dragging up a big bass."
Mark looked questioningly at dad and dad just nodded in agreement.
Dana and Jeff pulled up, with Dana hopping out of the car already nude. Jeff kept pulling off clothes until he was also nude, except for his sandals. When they walked in the door, Dana had a visor on her head and said, "We're ready to take first prize, what are you guys even thinking about? You know I'll catch the biggest fish."
Mom and Zora came in the kitchen and finished the coffee pot, requiring a fresh one to be made. I started some sausage and began busting up eggs for some scrambled eggs. Bee and Zena made up a bunch of biscuits and Mom said she would make gravy. Soon the donuts had a real breakfast to accompany them.
At quarter to eight, we all walked down to the docks by the lake. There was a huge turnout from all over the park. Mr. Williams was standing up on a barrel with a powered megaphone, giving instructions. Each pair of fisherman or fisherwomen would have a boat, their gear, only worms for live bait, and what could be gathered on the water. There was a four hour time limit and all boats had to be back and the catches checked in my twelve noon.
All of the camp's canoes and small flat bottom boats were lined up on the shore, so each pair of contestants could stand next to their selected craft.
Mr. Williams waved me over to him and said, "How about you helping me officiate this mess? You take the runabout and go out into the lake with the lifesaving gear. When you see someone capsize, go help them get righted and back in their boat. Zena, Bee, you could help him if you two are good swimmers. Zena said she had her lifesaving stuff from Girl Scouts and the Red Cross. Bee said she did the lifesaving classes at the Y.
The three of us checked the gear in the runabout, then cranked it up and rode out to middle of the lake and shut down to await the first folks that needed help. Another runabout came out to stop near us so we could divide up areas of responsibilities. Once we agreed on areas, we both moved to a more central spot in each of our areas. We put on the lightweight life guard vests that would help us stay buoyant in the event someone was trying to pull us under.
The air horn blew at exactly eight o'clock and there was a mass exodus from the beach. Several canoes flipped in the shallows by the shore but we weren't needed as there were plenty of people to help them close in.
Our first customers of the day were close by. A tall guy was standing up in a canoe fishing, when he became over-balanced. Instead of just jumping out of the canoe so he could easily get back in, he grabbed the side and pulled the canoe over onto him. We heard his head bang the side of the boat and could see the panic of the woman with him. Zena powered the boat near the canoe and I jumped in to grab the guy. He wasn't wearing a lifejacket, so I had to hold him up. Bee appeared next to me and helped me get a jacket on the dazed fisherman.
The other passenger was floating, holding onto the boat so it wouldn't float away. Once we got the fisherman buoyant, we righted the canoe then helped the passenger into the boat. Getting the groggy fisherman into the boat was the most difficult. We pulled the canoe back to shore so the guy could have his head looked at.
There were a few more spills, but no more injuries. We had a young boy with a hook in his ear lobe. I cut off the barb and pulled the hook through. I put some medication on it and told him to keep it clean and with antiseptic on it.
Sure enough, when we went in at noon, Dana and Jeff were the winners. Dad and Mark came in sixth with a couple of nice bass, but Dana and Jeff had six bass, all over five pounds. Once again, Dana had the luckiest pole in the water.
We took the fish home and cleaned them, making up a bunch of fillets for a late lunch. Every one got a sandwich making the day's fishing expedition fun. Dana and Jeff were gloating, showing off their six inch high trophy. We had a great day. The proceeds from the entrance fees were split fifty-fifty. Fifty percent went into the fish restocking fund and fifty percent went to the parks welfare fund. When a family had hard times, there was money to help them through. Everyone in the park usually helped those who were having hard times, so we had a big welfare fund.
The hub of weekend activities was the big recreation center. The outdoor area had barbecue grills going all afternoon, selling chicken, ribs, and pork steaks. Several families were having a big yard sale, selling lots of outdoor equipment as they were in the process of relocating. The Girl Scouts were selling cookies. It's really cute to see a bunch of girls dressed only in their hats and sashes running around selling cookies. Several people had little booths where they sold little homemade jewelry items and other craft items. All in all, it was like any big flea market; folks standing around visiting, kids running back and forth chasing each other, older folks sitting in lawn chairs gossiping, and teenagers looking for the chance to slip away.
When we got back to the house about four, I noticed my cell phone had a message. Zena said she had one too and went to listen to it. Mine was from Bert. He said he was home, but wanted to know if he could come out this evening for a little while to visit and see his sister, Zora. Martin and Zora would be going home tomorrow. Their mini-vacation time was up and they had to go home to Atlanta.
Zena came back saying she had a call from Bert. We laughed as he had sent us both a message so we would be sure to get it. Zena called him to tell him to come on out. She gave him directions and called up to the gate to let them know he would be coming. She said it was funny, as he had asked what he should wear. She told him to wear decent sandals and a smile.
I looked at Bee and Zena and asked, "What do I fix for supper? Want something fancy or simple. Bee said, "If you make scaloppini, I'm for running in to get some veal. What else do you need for that?
I made up a short list then began pulling stuff from cabinets while Bee ran into the grocery store. She almost took off with just her purse and no clothes. She came into the cabin, with sheepish look, to get some shorts and a tank top on. How fast you get used to be being bare.
Bee, Zena, and her mom were out on the front porch having a big time discussion of something, while Dana and Jeff were taking a nap in the big bedroom. Dad and Mark were off talking to someone and mom was in the kitchen with me.
We had begun hitting the booze already and were having a good time. We were fixing some mixed veggies to go with the scaloppini that we were going to have over some angel hair pasta.
Bert pulled up and was the typical visitor and came through the kitchen door instead of going around front. He came in, happy to see me. I introduced him to mom. Bert told on himself quickly by saying, "I see where Tom gets his good looks from."
Mom wasn't even a little fazed. She asked, "Isn't he something. Have you been able to enjoy him in bed often? He is such a magnificent lover. I just can't get enough of his wonderful cock."
She got him. Bert was standing there with his mouth open at my mother's comment. I was blushing and Mom began laughing. Mom said, "If you're Zora's brother, you have to be able to take a joke. When you made the comment about Tom, I couldn't help myself."
I pointed toward the porch and said, "Zora and Zena are out there. I think they have just about wound down their conversation."
Bert went out to the front porch to be greeted by squeals from the two girls. They soon had him back in the house shedding his clothes. They came back to the kitchen to get some drinks and headed back out to the porch. Mom said, "Alone again. You and I could get into all kinds of mischief and never get caught. No one's around."
Soon, dad and Mark returned making enough noise to wake up Dana and Jeff. While the bunch was visiting, I made supper and Mom set the table. When I called everyone in for salads, they were surprised it was ready.
When the salads were done, I did the veal. I like to do it in a real hot skillet. It only takes a minute or so per side if the veal is thin. The seasonings, pounding the veal thin, and oil with garlic make the meat. The sauce is just an extra-added attraction. I cooked the meat and Mom put the plates together to serve them.
The meal turned out perfect. Bert even commented on my spices for the veal. Mom was telling him of the artichoke hearts that Zora confirmed were the most decadent dish she had ever had. Bert said, "Tuesday, be there early so you can fix them. I'm not going anywhere until I have them."
Once the kitchen was cleaned up, Dana and Jeff headed home after a long day. They said they might come back out tomorrow to talk to Zena and me a while.
Bee wanted us to go see Penny, Connie, and that bunch, as they said they were going to have a little gathering later. Zena thought that since it was her mom's last night in town, she wanted to stay at the house with her parents and Bert.
Mom had overheard the conversation and said, "Why don't Lee and I go with you, Bee. I know most of those kids and probably changed most of their diapers. Bee said, "Let me call Penny to see what she says. That would be fun. Maybe Tommy could come."
I rolled my eyes thinking I should stay to visit with Zena. Bee called and soon mom, dad, and Bee were off to the gathering of the young couples.
The folks remaining had a great time visiting. Zena and her mom were really close. They sat together or with me between them the whole night. I felt like a real king every time the two of them would sit on each side of me. Bert and Mark had a surprisingly close relationship for in-laws, especially between a straight husband and a gay brother-in-law. They even took a long walk together while the two Zs were involved in another of their quiet discussions with their heads together.
Near midnight, Bert said his goodbyes and that he would see them in Atlanta soon as he had some business up there. We were settling down with a nightcap when Bee, mom, and dad returned, all giddy from a little too much to drink. Zena put Bee and mom into the shower right away to clean them up from their fling. Dad had to be nudged to go take a shower afterwards, as he was falling asleep in a chair.
We pulled out the foldaway bed and made it up, putting Bee to bed. Zena and I put mom and dad to bed, having to convince mom that she didn't want anymore wild times tonight. The three were soon asleep while Mark, Zora, Zena, and I enjoyed a few last minutes of the quiet evening on the porch.
Sunday is totally different than Saturday. On Saturday you wake up early and get started before you can go back to bed. Sunday you just never get up, or at least you don't want to.
We were finally eating breakfast at ten. Zora, Zena, and I had gone down to the pool and swam some laps, while the others either nursed hangovers, or in the case of Mark, read the paper.
The day was all goodbyes. Zora and Mark were going back to Atlanta, and mom and dad were going back to their home in a housing development. Mom and dad had insisted that they drop Zora and Mark off at the airport leaving Zena, Bee, and me alone. It was stone quiet around the place.
Zena was happy, yet contemplative about something. Bee was still hung over and feeling a little guilty for having taken off instead of hanging around the house.
I used the time to go to the back of the property to measure off some distances and to double check that I could build cabins all along the back of the lots where the cypress swamp was. I thought I might get the surveyor back out to stake out the cabins to give me a better idea of distances. The cabins needed to be in a row back there, but you wanted them to have some separation for privacy. It was difficult to get the right perspective yet.
When I came back to the house, Zena and Bee had cleaned up the whole house and were snuggled on the bed in the big bedroom. You could tell they had just made love and were languishing in their enjoyment stupor. Zena raised her finger and motioned for me to come to her.
She wanted me to lie down next to her and snuggle. She did snuggle up to me and said, "I love you, Baby. You have no idea. My mom thinks I'm nuts to put off making love to you the natural way, but I still have the wedding night dream. She wants us to have some kind of extravaganza of a wedding. She thinks we need to have the social register of Atlanta at our wedding, but I say that we should just have something very quiet, very private. There is no one in Atlanta that I want to celebrate my wedding with. I think my mom wants me to rub my good fortune of finding you in all the faces of the people were nasty to me for so long."
"I have this problem, Honey. I want to marry you, but I want to marry Bee, as well. What do I do with her? I love her. I think you love her, too. I know she loves both of us. How can we do this so she doesn't feel like second fiddle? I want to marry you both. I want you to marry us both."
"Of course, if the little slut keeps going out and fucking the neighborhood on Saturday night, I might just make her a slave like Andrea. Your mom said Bee and her went through all the guys and all the girls. Bee said your mom was the wildest one there. All the people kept asking if you and your mom were doing anything and your mom just kept saying it had been her job to raise you to be a good lover, but not to teach you how to be one."
I asked, as I felt Zena was still holding back on something, "So what else did you and your mom disagree about?"
Zena took a deep breath and said, "This is kind of personal and you might think me weird."
"How could I do that, Baby, you and I have been able to talk about everything."
"I want to be with my dad. Mom says that would too far out. I reminded her that you and your mom had established a fun relationship, but she said that your mom was different and was a free spirit like she was, but dad isn't. She thinks it would be very difficult on dad. I think he would jump at the chance to give me the loving a daughter has always wanted from her dad."
"I wanted to wake him up this morning, but mom stopped me as I was getting in the bed. She asked me what I would have done if he had just thrown me back and fucked me. I told her I thought I could have maneuvered him into my bottom, but she said he might not want that and just do me. I don't want him to just do me. I want him to make love to me and let me make love to him like you and I do each other."
"She says that if I have to have him, to wait until after our wedding night and then enjoy him. That's where we left it. I was angry and said that she shouldn't be messing with you if I couldn't have dad. She just said, so be it."
"Bert wasn't a help. He sided with mom, saying that dad was probably too delicate to have an affair with me. I told Bert I didn't want an affair, I just wanted him to make love to me and to fuck me the way I can do it."
I told Zena, "You're just going to have to wait until the right time, the right opportunity, and then just screw him silly. I'm sure he'll enjoy it and I know you will."
"That's exactly what I'm going to do," Zena said, snuggling into me, kissing me. "I love you, Tommy, when can we get married?"
"I don't know. We've known each other just a little over two weeks, do you think that's long enough time to get to know each other?"
"No," whispered Zena, "but I want to fuck you and I can't do that until our wedding night."
"Just hang on, something will come up to tell us when it's time. Let's get to know each other and figure out what to do about Bee."
We slept for an hour or so, then woke to take a walk in the early evening. On the way back to the cabin, it was decided we wanted pizza. We had a choice of ordering it and picking it up at the front gate, or to go out and get it. We decided to go to the tiny Italian pizzeria that was ten minutes away. They had the best Sicilian pizza around, plus they had a full liquor bar.
Shorts and a T-shirt for me, and short shorts and sexy tank tops for the girls. Off we roared in the Jeep for some pizza. The tiny place was reasonably peaceful tonight. Georgia, the woman who owned the place, was sitting lazily at the front. When we came in, she grabbed me and hugged me to her full Sicilian frame and said, "Where have you been, Tommy? You no see me for two months. I feed you two times a week for years and you stop, no come to see me. Is this the reason or is this two reasons?"
Zena and Bee became instant buddies with Georgia. Within minutes, they were huddled together discussing the secrets of the world, while I ordered a pizza and obtained some drinks. I bought Georgia a big glass of her favorite wine and took it to her.
Georgia said, "For years, I have tried to take this man to my bed and he just say he loves me and sends me away. The world knows I am a good catch, a good Sicilian woman with a business that can take care of a man. Keep him in style. I'm young, probably not much older than him, but I no want babies till later, till the business can handle many employees."
"Now he brings in the pretty fluff who are getting what I always wanted. Oh, Tommy, you break my heart, but I am happy you have girlfriends now." Georgia lowered her voice and said, "You know he likes to go naked out at that park where his aunt used to live. One day he will invite me and I'll show him a naked Georgia that will really make him happy."
Zena said, "You can come out to the cabin and let Tommy fix you supper. Then, after you are full and happy, I promise Bee and I will make sure Tommy fulfills your every physical dream of him."
Georgia's eyes were half closed with the passion rising in her, "Take me now. You don't have to feed me, just have him make love to me. I think one time would release me from his spell."
While we were having our drinks and eating the pizza, Zena asked me, "Is she for real, does she really want you that bad?"
"She thinks so. Her little brother and sister, who she was raising back then, were almost kidnapped and taken by a sex offender or something. I was right out there when a van stopped by them and tried to snatch them. I drove my old car into the front of the van, then ran around to the door and yanked the two kids out. Somebody saw what was happening and what I had done and called the cops. The guy went to jail for life. They think he may have kidnapped some other kids and possibly killed them, as they've never been heard from."
"The kids told Georgia, the witnesses told Georgia, and the cops told Georgia. Since that day, she thinks we are destined. Kind of wild isn't it. She has wanted to give me the restaurant, money, sex, free food, her little sister, just about anything. She's as sweet as can be, but she has a fixation about it."
Bee said, "I remember that, you were in high school then. The newspapers played it up, but you wouldn't do any TV interviews. Georgia did and so did the witnesses and police, but not you. Why not?"
"It was something I should have done and anyone else would have done. They were just kids being taken advantage of. The bad guy needed the publicity not me."
Zena said, "No wonder she's still nuts about you. We'll have her out one of these days and surprise you."
"Fine, just don't tell me in advance, that's all I need, a domineering Sicilian wife that wants to take care of me. I would have a leash about two inches long."
Before we left, I had them pack up a small tray of lasagna for tomorrow night's supper. We would be eating well tomorrow.
I gave Georgia a very sweet kiss before I left, as she kept telling me she loved me. With a final hug, I left her with tears in her eyes. Wow, some people can't take a hint.
Zena said, "See, you have lots of women begging for your company. Bee and I are lucky to have you. You know she was trying to find out what you were really like and if she could bribe us to leave you. We are glad you are ours."
Before bedtime, we heard from Zora that they had made it home safely. They sincerely thanked us for hosting them for the week. I think we all enjoyed their company and it did give me a chance to be around my mom and dad.
This night was a re-acquaintance between us. We made love together. I made love to Bee. Bee made love with Zena and finally, I made love with Zena. The odd person out assisted each grouping. We fell asleep in each other's arms.