Hard Labor

“I made you a smoothie”, I stammered.
“Really?” He asked as he stepped up to stand beside me.
“I was making one for myself so I just thought…” I said trailing off.
“That’s really sweet of you”, he said facing me, our chests not more than 3 feet apart.
He reached out and patted my shoulder with his firm, heavy hand and I felt my crotch begin to tingle again. This time I was more restrained in my underwear and was confident that it wouldn’t be as noticeable. I looked up into his eyes and shuddered.
“How old are you?” he asked as he took one of the drinks.
“Eighteen”, I answered quietly.
“You’re nicer than I was at your age. I was only worried about sex.”, he said chuckling.

He leaned his head back and took a sip. I looked down nervously when he mentioned sex. I had never talked about sex with an adult before. In truth I hadn’t talked about it much at all. I feigned a laugh and felt my face get redder.
“I bet you’ve got no trouble in that department looking the way you do?” Matt said more seriously before taking another sip.
I was dumfounded. Not only was he talking about sex but he was complementing the way I looked. Matt could see that I was getting nervous. He leaned back and swallowed the rest of his drink in just a few gulps allowing me time to look at his enormous bicep as he did. He handed the empty glass to me and wiped hi mouth.
“I’ll be done here in an hour or so and then you’ll have us out of your hair for the rest of the summer”, he said.
“Oh…OK”, I answered, my voice clearly giving away my disappointment.
“Hey, thanks for the drink. Hit the spot”, he said smiling.
I looked into his eyes again and he grabbed my shoulder playfully. He winked, turned and walked away to finish his work.
“Your welcome”, I said quietly.

I went into the house feeling let down. I wasn’t sure what I wanted from Matt but I knew that I wanted him to stay longer. I looked at him out he window as he lifted a wheel barrow onto the terrace. His definition was like nothing I had seen before. He was like an underwear model but with a rougher quality. I spent the next 45 minutes busying myself in the kitchen, glancing at him and trying to think of something else for him to do. I was lost in thought when I noticed him putting his shirt on. I went to the window and found that all of his tools and equipment were gone. I went down the hall to a window in the dining room where I could see his truck. It was loaded and ready to go. As I turned to leave I saw him walk around the side of the house. He opened the door to his truck, hopped in and started it up. I was devastated suddenly. I didn’t even know this guy and I found myself desperately wanting to spend more time with him. I wanted him to look at me or even touch me again. He began to drive toward the entrance court and I couldn’t see him anymore. I ran through the entrance hall into the living room just in time to see him turning down the front drive. I could see the back of his head as he put on a baseball cap. I tried to shake the feeling of loss. I laughed quietly to myself at how ridiculously I was acting. I caught a glimpse of myself in the large mirror above our fireplace. I was perched at the window like a little kid waiting for his dad to come home from a business trip. It was pathetic. I smiled at myself and felt a bit better.

I expected to find Matt out of sight by the time I looked outside again and was shocked to find that he wasn’t. He had stopped in the driveway just before the curve. I stopped breathing for a moment. Could it be that I had another chance? I wondered.
It seemed like an eternity that he sat there. He was motionless. My heart began to pound with anticipation. I clenched my fist and felt nauseous. Finally I saw the white lights ignite on the rear of the truck indicating that he was in reverse. The truck started backward. I felt elated. I ran to the mirror and looked myself up and down. My face was slightly red but overall I felt good about my appearance. I went to the window again and found him stepping out of the truck onto the gravel of the entrance court. He was walking toward the front door and I was finding it difficult to contain my excitement. The bell rang and I had to stop myself from running to answer it. I walked slowly so as not to be obvious that I had been nearby. I opened the door and did my best to look casual.

“Hey”, I said smiling softly.
“Hey there”, he said hesitantly. “Um…do you think it’d be alright if I use your bathroom?”
“Yeah. Of course”, I answered.
I was sure he was searching for a reason to see me now. My parents had built an indoor pool pavilion with a sauna and gym at the edge of our property. The workmen were always instructed to use the bathrooms in there and it was safe to assume that Matt had used them many times that summer.

I opened the door and he walked into the entry hall.
“Wow”, he said as he looked around.
It occurred to me that he had never been inside the house and suddenly I felt guilty. I showed him to the nearest powder room and opened the door for him.
“Thanks”, he said as he walked in.
“Sure”, I said.
I walked to the living room and found myself pacing a bit with anxiety. I had never felt anything like it. I wondered if it was my imagination that Matt seemed nervous now too. Was he really here to see me or was there a legitimate reason that he needed to use our bathroom. I was deep in thought when he appeared in the doorway.

“Well…I guess that’s it…I’ll be…” he said gesturing toward the front door.
He startled me and I jumped a bit before blurting,
“Come for a swim”.
His face brightened visibly before he caught himself. He looked more serious and cleared his throat before saying,
“I don’t think I should really”.
He smiled again and added,
“I’m sure you’re not supposed to be associating with the staff anyway.”
I laughed and found myself thankful for the joke.
“Come on”, I said with newfound confidence.
I walked toward him and punched his hard shoulder as I passed.
I started up the stairs and he followed.
“You can borrow a bathing suit from me”, I said over my shoulder.
He watched me as I walked ahead of him. I could feel him looking at me.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to get into your suits bud”, he replied smirking.
We were definitely more playful now. The apprehension had gone and I laughed a bit. We walked down the hall to my room and into my closet.
“Wow”, he said again adding, “Bigger than my living room”.