3 months later, a double date

It had been a while since I last heard from my Vietnamese friend Paul when I got an email out of the blue and he wanted to get back in touch. I dug out his old cell number and gave him a call - it still worked. We chit chatted about our careers and our love lives. He was still dating Wendy, but he was resisting the traditional Asian need for the #1 son to be married as long as he could. I had been through a divorce in the previous year and was slowly getting back into the dating pool. He was sad to hear that Linda and I had broken up, he always thought that she was a sweet lady.

Anyway, he asked if I wanted to come to his new home, and visit him and Wendy. I thought what the heck. I asked if it would be OK for me to bring a co-worker of mine whom I was interested in named Nina. He thought that was a great idea, and that we could get together the next weekend, if Nina was up for it.

I spoke to her and told her about my old friend Paul. She didn't have any conflicts, and was interested in meeting any friend of mine so the "date" was on. Saturday morning arrived and I drove to her townhouse, and picked Nina up. She looked very nice in her shorts and her halter top and sandals. Paul had said it was going to be very casual.

When we arrived at Paul's neighborhood, we were surprised to see it was a gated community. I phoned him and the gates swung open and we drove slowly to his home. The houses in the subdivision were all $500K - $2M in value, I believe. Obviously, Paul's self-owned tech company was doing pretty well. When we got to his house we were suitably impressed by its size and the lovely manicured lawn and the BMW sports car in front.

The door opened as we approached it, and tiny Wendy waved at us and ushered us in. She was wearing ultra short cut-off jeans and a nearly backless halter top. She reached up and gave me a hug, and shook Nina's hand. Paul strode out in board shorts and a towel around his neck. He looked like he had just gotten through working out, because his arms and legs bulged out with alarming vascular definition. "Hi Richard! It's about time you came to my crib. Is this the Nina you've been telling me about? She IS a foxy lady like you said." he winked as he shook my hand. My arm felt like spaghetti as he pumped it vigorously.

We went into the living room and sat on couches that faced each other across a long rectangular coffee table. We talked about the old times and he informed me his sisters were doing well. We started talking about this crazy hot Summer we were having and Paul said it was enough to nearly keep him out of the neighborhood swimming pool...almost. Nina clicked her tongue and said "Man, I wish I had known you had a pool - I haven't been swimming in quite some time."

"Paul, couldn't we escort Richard and Nina down to the pool? I wouldn't mind taking a dip myself."

"Sure - that would be fun!" Paul agreed.

"Well, we didn't bring any swimsuits and it is pretty hot." I said hesitantly.

"Paul, couldn't he fit into your Grandpa's swim trunks - I know that Nina could use one of my suits - it might be a little small, but it will do the trick." Wendy smiled mischievously.

"I think you're right - c'mon Richard, let's see if you can fit my honorable Grandfather's trunks - you are heavier, but he is nearly your height. I think you'll just fit."

"Well, I don't know..."

"Oh please Dick, can't we swim - I really want to." asked Nina sweetly.