I never questioned that Dwayne's account of events was true, simply because I had witnessed most of them myself. To get to them, though, I must first provide you with a little background. There were two sisters who ran in the same circles as me, Dwayne, Alex, and Marvin. The sisters, Eva and Melissa Simpson, were not twins. Eva was the oldest, being the same age as us, twenty-one, while Melissa was nineteen. None of us knew what happened to the gene pool, but Eva was about the ugliest and most awkwardly shaped woman anyone was likely to ever see, while Melissa was a vision of purest loveliness through and through. I mean, the woman was damned near flawless, and she knew it.
We would hang out at the city pool on weekends because that seemed to be the meeting place for young adults, not to mention that's where Melissa worked as a lifeguard, and the bikinis she wore in lieu of the one-piece accentuated her 36-26-36 frame like nothing else could have. She knew we wanted her, every damned one of us. Rumor was that she was still a virgin, though, and would give it up only when she met "Mr. Right." Rumor also had itβno, we never actually heard her say any of thisβthat Mr. Right would have about twelve inches of hard meat between his legs. Eva would affirm these rumors, though. At times, however, I think she just made shit up on the fly to see if she could get a rise out of anyone, and why wouldn't she?
Eva, regardless of looks, had come to be known as something of a slut. Oh, don't get me wrong, I really can't say I blame her for how she went about doing what she did. Apparently she would promise a guy that she would convince Melissa to fuck him, but only if the guy fucked her first. Marvin had fallen for that trick, and word was there were about twenty-five or thirty more who had as well. Not Dwayne, though, and this made Eva want him even more.
Dwayne could pop a woody on demand, and the bastard had about thirteen inches of solid wood on him. He really liked fucking with Eva, simply because he knew how badly she wanted to fuck him. He'd say, "Hey, Eva. Watch this." Then he'd get hard. Her eyes would open wide, she would nervously lick her lips as she reached a trembling hand toward the imprint in his pants, but at the last minute Dwayne would step back. "Ain't no way in hell I'd let you near this thing, but you tell your sister that she can have all of it that she wants."
We were at The Burger Barn one afternoon and Eva happened to walk in. "Watch this," Dwayne said with a laugh, then he called out, "Eva! Over here!" He motioned her over, and she came. He got this look of dread and sorrow on his face just before she arrived, then he pretended to weep as he said, "Look." He began petting his cock through his shorts. "It's so hard, Eva, and it won't go down, no matter what I try."
"Oh, Dwayne," she said with a gasp. "Fill my pussy with it, Dwayne. I'll let you fuck me as long as you like, as long as it takes to make your cock go down."
"I can't wait," he told her. "It has to be now ... here."
"I'll go in the ladies' bathroom and wait for you in the second stall," she told him. "Hurry up and I'll suck every inch of it down my throat."
She turned and left. Once she entered the bathroom, Dwayne called over to April Abernathy. When she reached our table, he said, "If you go to the second stall in the girl's bathroom, you'll find Eva Simpson masturbating. Imagine if something like that were to get released on social media." April smiled an evil smile, gathered three of her flock, and they entered the bathroom. Ten seconds later there was screaming, and five seconds after that a naked Eva Simpson could be seen running from the restaurant, clothes in hand.
I was the first to admit that maybe that was a little too much, but everyone else was laughing so hard that they didn't hear me.
Melissa had immediately taken to giving us the cold shoulder, and she went so far as to tell April that she wouldn't rescue her if she were drowning. We didn't see Eva for about two weeks, but one day she showed up at the pool. Dwayne called Eva over. He sincerely apologized, but that damned smirk of his made it seem less so. He finally said, "I'll tell you what: I'll let you look at it and even touch it if you want. Seems the least I can do."
"No," Eva said. "No thank you. I'm so over you, Dwayne. I