Chapter 11

It was Monday morning and I hated it. I mean, who likes Monday mornings? I was still tired from the weekend and I hurt in places that I had never hurt before.

Even the prospect of a naked Jennifer in the bed beside me wasn’t enough to make me want to get moving. Of course, she hadn’t helped. When we arrived home, she had promptly taken me to bed and made sure that I was thoroughly drained. She said it was her duty to the conquering hero. I think it was just because she was horny from three days without sex.

I also knew that I was going to have to face the reality that I needed to plan for swimming in the super regionals that were coming up in a few weeks. I had made no plans for that, as I didn’t think it was a possibility. But now I was going to be one of the top seeds going into that meet and that was going to draw a lot of attention that I wasn’t looking forward to facing. I knew that once I set Jennifer on the task of preparing me to deal with it, she would tackle it with gusto.

It was more the idea that I needed to deal with it, and exams, and Sarah with Lisa, and Jennifer, and even my mom that had me worked up. Even as I laid there with my eyes closed, not wanting to face the day, I could feel the stress building.

I tossed the covers off and sat up. As much as I hurt and didn’t want to move, I also couldn’t lay still anymore. All these thoughts running though my head had me stressed out and I just had to get up.

The movement woke Jennifer and she reached for me as she slowly woke, “Come back to bed,” she mumbled as she struggled to open her eyes.

“I can’t,” I answered, “I can’t lay here anymore!”

Hearing my tone of voice, Jennifer came awake instantly and was kneeling behind me, wrapping her arms around me, “Are you alright, Sir?” she asked quietly.

“I hurt all over, I can’t sleep, and I am freaking out about all the things I need to do between now and the super regionals!” I answered a bit crossly.

When you are stressed out the best thing in the world to help you feel better is to have a beautiful naked woman wrap you in a hug. When Jennifer wrapped her arms around me, her breasts pressing into my back, I could immediately feel the tension leaving me.

She didn’t need to say anything, she just held me.

Studies have shown that mammals do better when they are hugged. From dogs to humans, something about being wrapped up in loving arms has a positive effect on people. And while it may sound silly, just knowing that Jennifer was there, that she loved me and supported me, I immediately felt better. If nothing else, it was a gentle reminder that I had a support network that would be there for me, no matter what happened in the coming weeks. Just as she had been there when I was injured, I knew, in that moment, that she would be there for me no matter what happened.

I grabbed Jennifer and pulled her around so that she was in my lap, her legs wrapped around my waist. And while just a few weeks ago this would have induced an erection in milliseconds today it did nothing. It wasn’t that she wasn’t sexy and stimulating. She absolutely was.

It was more about me. I didn’t feel sexy. Or horny. And that was saying a lot for a teenaged male!

We held each other for a few moments and eventually we broke apart. It was simply time to start the day and so we fell into the comfortable routine we had built over the past few months. I got ready after Jennifer spent a few minutes in the bathroom. Then while I got ready, she prepared my high protein breakfast, that I needed for my swim diet.

And a short time later, I was on my way to class and another week of my life disappeared into the haze of classes, studies, practice and sleep. ----

And just like that, I found myself on the way to the airport with Mom and Jennifer, and my coach, on our way to the super regional meet. In the interim, I had trained, studied and slept. It felt like I was a machine and just in a grind.

Of course, seeing Lisa and Sarah happy and together at school every day didn’t help my mood. Sure, Jennifer was at home every night, and more than willing to accommodate my every wish and fantasy, but after a few threesomes and foursomes a guy can get spoiled.

I guess another way of thinking about it is to say that you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

So it was that I went about my days in a daze until I found myself at the executive airport. When Mom said she had arranged for us to fly I was expecting that we would be crammed into the back of a commercial flight. Instead, it appeared that we were flying on a private charter.

I turned to Jennifer, “You shouldn’t be wasting your money on something like this,” I scolded her, “you don’t need to spend money to get me to love you.”

“You love me?” Jennifer asked coyly.

“Of course, I do,” I replied, “you know that.”

Jennifer smiled widely and wrapped me in a hug and a kiss that soon had my mind totally blank.

When we finally did come up for air, Jennifer stepped back, “Of course, before you go declaring your love for me because you think I am wasting money on you, you should be sure that I was the one that did this.”

Confused, I looked at Jennifer and realized that she was nodding over toward my mom.

I walked over and waited until she finished speaking to the agent in the charter office.

“Mom, did you organize this? Are you sure we should be spending this amount of money?” I asked.

Mom smiled and nodded, “Let’s talk more about this when we are on the airplane.”

A few minutes later we were boarding a small executive jet for the trip to Atlanta. Once we were settled in our seats and got our safety briefing, Mom turned to me, “So, I know you wanted to discuss why we were taking a charter flight instead of a commercial flight. Well, really it came down to cost and time. If we were to drive, we would be looking at a minimum of six hours on the road. If we flew, we would need to be at the airport a minimum of ninety minutes before the flight, then flight time and the drive from the airport to the pool. This way, we keep our entire time down to about ninety minutes.

“But it was also about costs. With four of us traveling, this is only about fifty percent more than traveling commercial. If Sarah and Lisa had been able to travel it would have been cheaper to travel this way. But the final thing is that we can afford to do this.”

I looked at Mom clearly confused. We had always been judicious with money. While I had never wanted for anything, since Dad had died and only Mom was working, it had just made sense to me that we needed to be a bit frugal.

“There are a few things, that until now, you were too young and immature to deal with, so I have kept most of our finances to myself. But when you and Jennifer built a business and sold it for a significant profit, I knew that you had a good head on your shoulders. You also didn’t take the money and go buy a sports car or something equally foolish.”

Jennifer started to stand and head to the back of the plane to give me some privacy but Mom told her to stay. “You need to know this too,” she told Jennifer. “I am under no illusion that you are going anywhere without James in your life and you in his.”

“When James’ father died, he left us a nice life insurance policy. That coupled with the pension from the service meant that we were never going to be poor. What you don’t know is that your grandfather also left you a nice trust fund. We have no access to it until you are an adult, except in an emergency, but I always knew we had that safety net.”

“As a result, I was able to invest the life insurance funds and grow them into a small fortune. For the last few years, we’ve been living off the dividends and even some of that is now being reinvested as we don’t spend it all.”

I was stunned as I really had no idea. I hadn’t really known my grandfather on my dad’s side of the family. And if he had left me a trust fund, I had never heard anything about it.

“I’m also not just a CPA at my firm, I’m the senior partner and own most of the firm,” she continued, “I’ve been working hard, but now that you are starting into adulthood, I plan to take a lot more time off and travel with you and without you.”

She smiled softly and the relaxed look on her face made me happy. I had made enough money that I already figured I could attend an in-state school without having to burden myself with loans.

I also figured that Jennifer would insist on helping. I honestly figured she would be moving wherever I went, and she’d want a decent place to live.

“Good for you Mom!” I finally exclaimed. “I hope you know how much I appreciate you and how hard you have worked to achieve what you have done. But why did you hide it all from me?”

“I don’t think she was hiding it,” Jennifer replied quietly, “she just didn’t tell you everything because it wouldn’t have changed anything.”

Mom nodded and looked thoughtful, “I also didn’t want you to grow up with a privilege bias. Your father came from a well to do family but felt that a life of service was what he wanted to pursue, and we had hoped to instill those same values in you.”

I nodded and once again I missed my dad. While I loved my mom, I had missed that relationship that I saw my friends having with their fathers. I wondered if we would have gone camping or fishing if he hadn’t been killed.

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I missed Jennifer scooting beside me and holding me. It was when Mom also slid onto the seat and I was in a three-way hug that I was crying and hugging them back.

“I miss Dad,” I said quietly.

Mom started crying then as well and with both of us crying Jennifer joined us.

It took a while, but we eventually got ourselves settled and about that same time we were landing and then the busyness of getting our car, getting to the pool and hotel kept us busy.

Even as I got in some practice laps at the pool I was lost in thought. Mom had dumped some significant news on me, but the more I mulled it over, the more I realized that it didn’t change anything. At a minimum it meant I had more options but the goals I had for life and the way that I lived were not going to change.

As I climbed out of the pool after my swim, I took a moment to drink in my surroundings. I was at the super regionals somewhere that I never thought I would be. I vowed then and there that I was going to enjoy and savor every moment of the next few days. ----

Dinner that evening was enjoyable and enlightening. Mom and I had a thorough discussion of my finances and what it meant for me.

Surprisingly, we also got a download from Jennifer. We all knew she had money, but I had no idea that she was a billionaire. Sure, she wasn’t in the Gates and Musk category, but she didn’t need to work for the rest of her life.

“I didn’t want to live the rest of my in that big house all alone,” she started, “but I couldn’t seem to ever get out of the house. I know you think that I shouldn’t spend my money on you, but I can’t imagine a better way to spend my time, energy and money, than to spend it on you and with you.”

After dinner we headed to the hotel where we had gotten a two-bedroom suite.

I expected Mom and Jennifer to share a room so, I was surprised when Mom bid us good night and retired to her room closing the door.

Jennifer and I had become accustomed to sleeping together, as I spent my nights with her in her house, so, we went about our routine and retired to bed so that I could get a good night’s sleep before the competition started tomorrow. ----

I was swimming in a total of five events. I had qualified in the top three in my specialties, the 200 and 400 IM and Fly. Surprisingly, I had also qualified in the 400 Free. I had missed the 200 free by just one one-hundredth of a second. I was the first alternate, in case someone didn’t make it or had to withdraw, so I had to prepare as if I was swimming in six events.

And while I had done that in the regionals it wasn’t something that I had a lot of experience doing. Jennifer and I studied the training programs that elite swimmers and Olympic champions used and she had been working with my coach to ensure that I had the most scientifically sound training plan that was possible.

Jennifer was not a fan of some of the fads that were out there, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if that was really her, or if she was naturally reflecting my wishes and desires. I wanted to be strong and healthy not just win a race. I had plenty of time to improve, as the Olympics were three years away, and I didn’t want to do anything that would hurt my shoulders and arms. A long shot at making the Olympics wasn’t worth a lifetime of pain and discomfort.

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