One day Tank called and told me he got another call to Willow Farms. They had another job for us. This time we needed to repair a hole in the rec hall where someone jumped the curb and crumpled an outer wall with his fender. I was at a good stopping point in my project so I agreed to go out with him. As before we stopped at the shack and stripped down. This time it seemed to be simply a part of the job and wasn’t a big deal. I didn’t get at all excited and when I glanced at Tank, I never saw an erection. I guess we were getting used to the nudism thing.
The job turned out to be nothing much. There was no structural damage and we needed just one single piece of siding, some drywall for inside, some nails and two cans of paint to match the rest of the building. We had the job knocked out in less than a day and I never thought about the nudity issue at all; we just did our work.
During this time, I thought about my week at the resort, which was getting closer and closer, but I had trouble finding someone else to go with me. First, I contacted my sister but she was too busy with her toddler and her husband would have trouble taking the time off work to take care of her. I got ahold of my lifelong best girlfriend. We had traveled together in the past and she was a hoot. Unfortunately, she had recently started a new job and couldn’t get the time off. I was getting desperate as I didn’t want to go alone and I thought again about taking Tank.
One morning around that time Tank and I were working together on a particularly tough job which required tons of measurements and intricate sawing to get the wood to fit a new staircase. Right as I finished making a cut on a beautiful piece of mahogany I looked up to see Tank lifting the new bannister into place. His shirt was pulled up a tiny bit at the waist and I could see his ripped abs. God, did he look good and I found myself wanting him! Suddenly I wondered where that thought came from. We had a great working relationship and he never once crossed the line with me. It seemed he was still ‘between girlfriends’ as I never got the idea he had started going out again.
That’s when it hit me: I would arm twist him and take him on my resort trip. We could go, split a double and have a whole week to relax and enjoy life. With a bit of hemming and hawing over lunch, I brought up the idea.
“Say, Tank, I’m still looking for a roomie to go to the resort next month and uh…”
“You looking for ideas?”
“No, I’ve got an idea, but I’m not sure they’ll agree.”
“Just ask ’em. Simple question, you know. Say, “Wanna come to the resort with me for a week next month?”
“Wanna come to the resort with me for a week next month?”
“Yeah, you’ve got it,” Tank said, “Now go out and ask ’em”
“Wanna come to the resort with me for a week next month?”
“Why do you keep saying that? Ask them, not me.”
“Wanna come to the resort with me for a week next month?”
“Jesus, Luce, what’s got into you, anyway?”
“Tank, you are sometimes a bit slow on the uptake. I’ll ask it again. “Doyou wanna come to the resort with me for a week next month?”
“Wait a sec. You mean you’re askin’ me?”
“Yeah, Tank. I’ll ask it one more time: “Wanna come to the resort with me for a week next month?”
He paused a second or too, blew out his breath and looked at me. “Ahh, uh, do you really think that’s such a good idea?”
“Yeah, or I wouldn’t have asked you.”
“You know, messing around at work isn’t such a good idea.”
“Who says we have to ‘mess around?’ We can split a double, go our own ways during the day. You know I hate golf and you’re a crappy tennis player, so we’d have things to do on our own.”
“Ahh, still could be kinda weird. Would be nice to have a little vay-cay, though.”
“Think about it. Pretty much a free trip. Gas to get there and once we’re there, everything is paid for except tips. Let’s kick it around some more tomorrow.”
Tank
I thought about it pretty much the rest of the afternoon and into the evening. I admit I needed a break. I’d been going strong for over eleven months and sometimes I found myself so damn tired and even grouchy. Still, the idea of sleeping in the same room with Lucy was both scary and tempting. Very tempting. Sure, we’d each have our own bed, but still, I’m sure I’d be seeing more of her than I do at work, except for the work at the nudist resort. Late in the evening I pretty much decided I’d go. I promised myself I’d be polite, respect her privacy and try to do activities apart from her, at least part of the time. But deep inside a niggling thought kept racing around in my brain: I was finding myself liking her, liking her a lot, and not merely as a coworker. I knew I’d have to bereal careful.
“OK, I’m in,” I told her the next morning.
“Oh, Tank, that’s great,” she squealed as she gave me a quick hug.
“Wait a sec, there’ll be a few rules. First, a double room. I insist. Second, we feel free to go separately and do whatever we want. No feeling guilty about the other one being left behind. Third, we split all costs.”
“Yeah, great,” she replied. “Perfect. I agree to the rules. I’ll call the resort at lunch and reserve a double, OK?”
And that’s how we ended up driving north for a couple of hours on a glorious day in mid-September. I insisted on driving while she played the music, talked and generally had a good time. Once we arrived, we were directed to a suite in the nicest wing of the resort. Lucy opened the door and paused before I looked over her shoulder.
“Uh, I told them a double. Honest, Tank, I did. Let me call down there…”
I listened to the one side of the conversation where it was obvious they had screwed up the booking and were apologetic. What was more interesting was the conversation about fixing things. As they say, there was no room in the inn. She sighed in exasperation and promised to call them back.
“They can’t get us a double, or any other room. Place is packed. Something about adults enjoying things after the big summer rush is over.”
“Can’t they offer someone in a double a free upgrade?”
“Turns out they have only a few and those folks aren’t staying long and it would screw up the next people coming and, well, sounds complicated, let’s put it at that.”
I had to laugh to myself. Here was the classic thematic twist in pornos and romance novels to get two people to sleep in one bed. In the morning he would be spooning her, holding onto her breast and sporting a big boner… It was so ridiculous I started to laugh out loud.
“What?”
“Reminds me of some kinda classic movie scene where two people sleep together and then realize they can’t keep their hands off each other?”
“Yeah, kinda funny. You’re right. So, what’re we gonna do?”
“You choose. Your vacation. Either we stay or we go home.”
“Stay. Definitely. We both need the R and R. Going home would not be as relaxing. So, let’s stay.”
“OK, but wesleep in the bed, nothing else. Got it?”
“Yeah, no, I get it and I agree. Here, shake on it. Dibs on the window side.”
I was fine with her taking whichever side she wanted. But I knew my feelings for her were growing by the day and if I did wake up spooning her, I’d have a hard on like steel.