Home Away From Home - 3. Chapter 3

At 6:55 I knocked on Rita’s door. She opened the door and I couldn’t believe the beautiful woman before me. She wore a light green gown that emphasized her slender figure, as well as enhanced the green of her eyes. I didn’t know who Mr. Wyman was but I felt a little jealous. There was no question, Rita was a beautiful woman who dressed knowingly.

Taking my arm, we casually walked toward the resort’s dining hall, chatting as if we had known each other for years. “Rita, you look beautiful. Your husband must really be a lucky man. If I was a few years older I’d give him a run for his money. But I need to tell you something because I don’t want to embarrass you. I have never eaten in a first class restaurant. I’m not sure how to act, order or eat.”

“Don’t worry Carlo, no one will notice what you do, they’ll be too busy ogling you.” Then she laughed when my face turned red. By this time we reached the restaurant. I may have never eaten in a first class restaurant but I was trained by my mother on how to act as a gentleman.

Opening the door for Rita, I waited for her to pass before I joined her. The maitre d’ showed us to a table. As we walked to the table I noticed every one looking at us and a few whispers. Rita looked at me and smiled. “I told you that you had nothing to worry about. By tomorrow morning you’ll be the talk of the resort and women will be crawling all over you.”

“I hope not. I think I should be honest with you. I like you, you are a beautiful woman but I’m not sure I’m into women. I’m still a virgin and I’ve been doubting my sexuality.” Rita started to laugh. I was embarrassed as my face turned red and I became a little mad. She must have noticed my reaction.

“Carlo, I’m not laughing at you. You’re a perfect gentleman. I didn’t come here to be wooed or on a sexual vacation. I’m quite happily married to a wonderful man. He’ll be joining me next week along with my son, you’ll have the opportunity to meet them. I knew you were not into women. I practically threw myself at you and you continued to act as gentleman.”

At this point in our conversation, the waiter handed me a menu. “Rita, you do not have a menu. Would you like to have mine.”

“No, you have to order for both of us.” Now the heat was on. What if I order something and she didn’t like. Remembering how she looked, and my comment about a health nut, I ordered a fresh green salad for a starter followed by roasted salmon with a medley of fresh vegetables.

When the waiter left with our order, “I have always been taught to treat a woman as a gentleman should. I did no different with you. I already told you that I consider you a beautiful woman.”

“Yet you did not take advantage of me when I was bathing or giving me a massage. You could have and I may even had let you. I wasn’t asleep when you moved me to the bed. I’m sure anyone else would have taken advantage of me, but you didn’t. You only confirmed what I thought. Now let’s enjoy our dinner and give the other guests something to talk about. However, you’re mine and only mine as long as I stay here.”

“Rita, not that I don’t appreciate that but I must earn money for college. I have a 50% scholarship and need to come up with the rest of my tuition for the year.”

“You don’t need to worry about that. When my husband arrives, we’ll work out a way for you to earn the money. I think you’ll be surprised. Now let’s create some gossip and enjoy the dinner you ordered. Do you like jokes?”

“Yes, as long the butt end of the joke doesn’t hurt anyone.”

I can’t believe this guy. He’ s sensitive, good looking and smart. I hope my son thinks so as well. In either case, Tony will help him with his college expenses. I cant wait till they arrive.

And so the evening progressed. Dinner was great, the salad was fresh and the salmon was perfect. For desert, we decided on Italian ice followed by coffee.

Walking back to Rita’s room we took a leisurely stroll around the resort. “I really enjoyed dinner. The food was excellent but I noticed you didn’t have any coffee.”

“I’m not a coffee drinker. I much prefer tea.”

“If I had known that, I would have order tea for both of us.”

“ Do you think we caused enough gossip tonight?”

“Oh yes, wait till tomorrow. What’s your friend’s name? Chet?”

“Yes, Chet, he’s a class mate of mine and suggested this job. I’m glad he did. I met a very nice and beautiful woman that I may have never met otherwise.”

“You said you have an Italian background, are you sure there isn’t a little Irish as well. You certainly have kissed the Blarney Stone somewhere along the line.”

As we were talking and laughing, I noticed several guest lounging and watching us. As a few caught my eye, they would wink at me. I was glad that Rita said I was to be her pool boy and only hers.

As all things must come to an end, Rita kissed my cheek and asked that I stop by at 10 am to give her a massage after her run.

As soon as I entered the cottage, two boys were waiting for me. As the questions started, Peter the fourth pool boy enter and started talking over everyone else. “Have you guys heard the latest gossip. The new kid has this beautiful woman all to himself while she’s here.” As he looked around the room he noticed me sitting in the corner. His face turned red, “I’m sorry.”

“There is no need to be sorry, Peter. You’re only saying the truth. Why don’t you tell us all the gossip you heard tonight,” and he did. I was laughing my ass off as his story began to expand. I was now the hottest stud with an enormous dick that guaranteed every woman at least three organisms before he reached his peak. One woman said she heard I came so much that they need a bath towel to clean it all up. I couldn’t believe how stories grew and of course none of it was true. Chet looked at me and he knew it was all bull shit. Wait till Rita hears this. She’ll have to use the bathroom.

Finally everything quieted down, Peter and David went to bed leaving Chet and I. “So how was your dining experience?”

“It was ok. At first I was a little nervous particularly when I was given the menu and had to order for Rita and myself.” I noticed Chet’s eyebrows going up when I said Rita instead of Mrs. Wyman. “But I guess I did ok. After dinner we strolled the grounds and then I escorted her to her room. I have a 10 am massage with her.” I didn’t tell Chet about being exclusive for Rita.