there. When I arrived, I pulled into the driveway behind the other cars and walked towards the back yard. As I opened the side gate, Darrell was walking out of the house with a tray of steaks. “What’s up, girl! Come on in,” Darrell exclaimed. He placed the tray down beside the grill then came over to me and gave me a hug. “Damn girl, you look wonderful and I see that you’re ready for a swim. You’re the first one here so if you don’t mind, help yourself to something to drink and get comfortable. There’s champagne, beer and wine in the cooler and the hard stuff is on the bar. I’ll be right back. April’s in the house, he shouted. I’ll tell her that you’re here.” I dropped my bag on the lounge chair, then walked over to the bar and poured myself a glass of champagne. “I hope you have enough food; I haven’t eaten all day,” I said jokingly. As soon as Darrell disappeared into the house a very nice looking man appeared and walked straight toward me. “Hi, you must be Haley,” he said while holding out his hand. “Yes, I am, and you must be Darrell’s cousin, Virgil.” Just then April popped out of the house and stated that her other two guess weren’t coming and that it would only be the four of us for dinner. “Shit, I said to myself under my breath. But from the looks of Virgil, it might be for the best.
Darrell prepared the steaks while April, Virgil, and I brought the rest of the food outside and placed it on the table. After dinner, April insisted that Virgil and I get to know one another better and insisted that we should enjoy the pool or the hot tub while she and Darrell cleaned up. So I grabbed my bags and spruced myself up in the cabaña while Virgil went inside to change into his swimming trunks. When he returned, I was already finishing up my second lap. He seductively slipped off his t-shirt exposing more of his muscular physique and sipped the rest of his drink. I swam over to the shallow end of the pool so I could stand up and wiped the water from my face, so I could get a better look at his body. He walked over to the diving board and jumped in with the proficiency of a professional diver. Virgil swam over to me then stood up. “Nice dive,” I stated. “I use to be on the swim team in college,” he replied. We fooled around in the water a little while then decided to sit on the side of the pool. I found Virgil to be interesting and funny, and I really enjoyed his conversation. April and Darrell joined us a few minutes later and challenged us to a game of water volleyball. Virgil and I kicked April and Darrel’s butt, we won two out of three games we played. After the tie breaker Darrell suggested that the four of us relax in the hot tub and enjoy the dessert he had prepared.
Virgil made himself comfortable in the hot tub while I went to the ladies’ room. When I returned, I noticed that Virgil was sitting in the tub sipping on a glass of champagne, and April was stacking wood in the outdoor fireplace. I walked over to the hot tub and slid my sarong down my hips while Virgil looked on. He smiled and nodded his head as if he was approving what he saw. I stepped into the steaming tub of hot bubbles and sighed with relief. Virgil moved closer and asked me to tell him more about myself in a seductive baritone voice. I laughed then gave him a brief bio. “Well, I’m thirty eight years old. I am divorced. I don’t have any kids, and I’m doing okay for a single female.” I didn’t want to divulge too much. I’m never comfortable giving out personal information to people I just meet. Maybe if I felt some kind of chemistry I would have said more, but he was starting to get a little creepy. Virgil kept looking at me as if he was about to devour me. He kept licking his lips at me and grabbing his shit! So I quickly turned the same question back to Virgil. “So, what’s your story?” “Well,” he slowly stated, “I’m also thirty-eight years old, originally from Harlem and about twenty years