Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Mrs. Copeland, by Kevin 12


I didn't know her name until Mom suggested it would be a real nice thing to do if I didn't 
waste the entire day, and maybe go down the street and help Mrs. Copeland. 

Mrs. Copeland's husband died over the winter, and mom said she might be able to use
the help of a strong young boy like me to cut the grass. I really didn't have anything 
better to do, and mom did make feel guilty about doing nothing during the first two days
of my summer holiday so I reluctantly agreed.

The lawn did look like it could use a cutting when I walked up and rang the doorbell.  An
older woman (which means older than my mom) answered and I told her I was Kevin
McDonald, Mrs. McDonald's son, and asked if she could use some help around the
house.

Mrs. Copeland was flattered by my offer, and said we could work something out
(I suspected she meant being paid).  Mrs. Copeland said she was going to start
working in the backyard that afternoon, and if I could show up after lunch, we could 
work together.

I showed up at 1 o'clock, sharp.  Mrs. Copeland was wearing baggy and with her dog 
Bagel, and suggested we start pulling weeds in the front.  It was a tough afternoon of 
work.  Later, Mrs. Copeland brought out some lemonade and we sat down by the pool
in the privately fenced off backyard and talked for a while while the dog wandered near
the fence, always careful to stay away from the pool.

Mrs. Copeland said she appreciated the help, and I said enjoyed being outside and 
having something to do while every one else was away at camp.  We worked pretty
hard that day, and Mrs. Copeland asked if I would be around tomorrow to help out
again. 

"Sure, why not. "

"How's 10:00?  It will give you a little time to sleep in!"

No problem.

Next morning I was at Mrs. Copeland's at 10:30.  She asked if I could mow the front
lawn while she turned over the soil in the garden.  She said she would take me out for
lunch and then we'd go to the nursery and buy some plants.

Work seemed to go quickly, and the next thing you know, Mrs. Copeland told me to go
inside and clean up, and we'll go for lunch. 

All in all, working along side Mrs. Copeland was turning into fun. 

Around 4 o'clock Mrs. Copeland said I had worked hard enough, and asked if I'd be
willing to work for her again, and maybe use the pool.

"Absolutely. You might be the best boss ever."

As I was leaving I shouted, "see you around noon."

When I got home mom was in the kitchen and asked how my day went.

I said it actually wasn't bad working with Mrs. Copeland, and she had more work for
us than planned.

Mom said if you're going to be gone muc of the day, then I'm going to go out for a 
day by myself.

Next morning I headed to Mrs. Copeland's house, only to find another car 
in the driveway.

I rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. 

I tried again, and there was no response.

I could hear noise coming from the backyard, so I walked around the back and 
opened the tall wooden door.

There were two kids splashing in the pool, and two naked women, one of them
Mrs. Copeland, on the lounge chairs.

"What are you doing here Kevin," she asked, without bothering to cover up.

"I thought I was supposed to help," I said, looking amazed at a naked woman
for the first time.

From the pool I heard one of the kids shouting "take off your clothes and come on in."

It only hit me then that everyone was naked, even Mrs. Copeland and her friend

"Come on in," they shouted again.

I started taking off my shirt when Mrs. Copeland came over and said we should 
call my mom first.

Mrs. Copeland handed me the cordless phone and told me to call my mom.

Once mom answered, I told her that Mrs. Copeland wanted to speak with her.

While Mrs. Copeland was talking to my mom, I had removed the last of my clothing
 and was naked like everyone else in the backyard.

I didn't hear much of Mrs. Copeland's conversation with my mom, but I kept hearing,
 "OK, OK, I'm fine with that. It won't be a problem."

Mrs Copeland then handed me the phone.

Then mom said, "I heard you unexpectedly walked into Mrs. Copeland and her friends
 sunbathing in the nude."

"Mrs. Copeland doesn't mind you being there, and it's all right with me, but we're going
 to have to have a little talk later."

"Is that OK."

"Yes mum."

"Fine, you listen to Mrs. Copeland, and I'll be around in a few hours to get you."

 "OK mum."
   
"One other thing. Make sure Mrs. Copeland has a towel for me when I get there
 to pick you up."

"I'll tell her, mom."

The rest of the day was great, running around and playing naked in the pool with my 
new friends, and laying on the lounge chair naked, with Mrs. Copeland and
her friend Ruth.

Every now and then, Mrs. Copeland would rub some sunscreen on me, and it felt good.

Mrs. Copeland and her friend looked pretty naked. I wondered if mom would 
be naked too when she comes over to get me.  I think she will, because she did
ask for a towel.

I didn't have to wait very long. Mom knocked on the door around 2 o'clock, and 
Mrs. Copeland let her in.  She then started removing her clothes, then walked up
to me, and asked for a towel. 

She then look at me and said "Kevin, I don't mind you nude sunbathing with Mrs.
Copeland, and I will be joining you, but you have to keep our nudism private.
That means not telling any of your friends. Is that understood?"

 "Yes mom."

"OK. Let's start by you bringing a lounge chair for me."