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Visiting the Pool at B's house

We have Cooties (Covid) in the house. It's been rough. But today we took SD to a friend of hers house to swim in the pool. While at the pool, the three rising middle schoolers thought it would be funny to push the 18 month old into the pool. They all got an hour of corner time on the pool deck for that. It brought up a memory of B standing me in the corner on the deck of his pool.

When B was taking care of us, any time it was warm enough (or if mom was too plastered), he would take K and I to his house and we would swim in the pool and use the basement rec room. It had a sauna, a hot tub, a pool table, a fuse ball table, an air hockey table, a dart board, the 4 arcade games (Street Fighter, Ms Packman, Donkey Kong, and the truck driving simulator I learned to drive stick on). The rec room even had a bar/kitchen area with what seemed like an endless supply of hamburgers, hotdogs, french fries, ice cream and it's own soda tap (the beer taps and alcohol were locked up). We would always be invited to dinner, and she meant it, but we felt like we were already intruding, so unless she said we had to, it was usually K, B and I doing our own dinner in the rec room. The rec room was safe, the rest of the house felt fancy and scary. B often brought in trays of uncooked food for us to make in the oven, or stuff for the three of us to make together, like Calzones. At the time, he said he made it, but looking back, it was his mom catering to us poor kids being stupid. Now you know where B gets his class from.

While we had to ask permission for the ice cream (B didn't want us having too much sugar), K and I were allowed to make anything we wanted - even use the fryolator - whenever we wanted. B's mom would often leave other treats in that frige for us. Steak tips seemed to show up any time my mom was on a bender for more than 3 days and she would often leave batter and specially cut onions so we could make blooming onions. She did it in a way that it felt like we were finding random bits that we cobble together, but looking back, it was planned. She knew what she was doing, and I love her for having done it.

More than a few nights, K and I slept in that rec room to stay away from my mom's benders (it had 2 murphy beds, and the guest room was too fancy for us to be comfortable in). We would usually say no when asked to join them for meals, so If it was summer or a weekend, we would find bacon and eggs or pancake or funnel cake batter or other breakfast food in the frige in the morning that we were allowed to cook ourselves. As a teen, I never once thought about where that food came from, we just opened the frige and it was there. If it was a school day, she would make us join them for breakfast upstairs. I didn't like that so much. I always felt like I was going to break something. K basically clung to B during this.

While we could swim anytime we wanted to, we had to have a second person in the pool area. I once broke that rule and got an hour of corner time for it, but unlike SD, my 1-piece was at my ankles for it. The worst part was that B's mom brought out lemon aid and watermelon for us as I was doing my corner time, and saw me. B didn't show me off like my mom would do, and his mom didn't make fun of me for it, or do anything to call attention to me, but I know she saw me, and for weeks after I avoided her because of how embarrassed I was over it.
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Good memories can always help someone get through the rough times. Wonderful story -- thanks for sharing.

 
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