Brain and Vickey has known each other since high school. Thirty-three years later, they were still friends but had chosen different life paths. Brian was married and Vickey was divorced but moved back into the area they grew up which was in Northern California. They both had their fiftieth birthdays in February of this year.
Back in high school, Brain was a football player and captain of the wrestling team. His dreams were to go to law school and become an attorney one day like his father.
Vickey was the captain of the cheerleading squad. Her dream was to become a teacher for young children plus having a few herself.
One day, Vickey rushed over to Brain's football practice. "I got the scholarship!" she shouted. "I'm going to Stanford University."
Brian was already accepted into Stanford. His family would cover his tuition and dad bought him a BMW for high school graduation.
Vickey never envisioned being able to go to Stanford with Brian and her other friends from high school. Her father was a blue collar worker and she was going to have to put herself through a private university. But, it was her lifelong dream to graduate from college and it would be worth it to her. She would later become the first college graduate in her family on both her mother's and father's side.
Brian and Vickey went on their own ways during the summer after high school graduation. Both of them were dating other people and like most boys his age, Brian wanted to play the field with other girls (of many different proportions).
During the first fall at Stanford beginning their freshman year, Brian entered a pre-law program and Vicky entered the school of arts and sciences to get a teaching credential.
Brian and Vickey continued to see each other throughout their college years. Sometimes they would go out on a casual date but neither really ever talked about their personal lives or personal ambitions involving each other.
Brain loved Vickey very much. He always had and always would.
Vicky felt the same way but like two passing ships in the night, they went about their own ways after college.
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At each high school reunion beginning the first 10-year reunion, Brian and Vicky would spend the evening together reminiscing the entire evening, without their spouses to accompany them. They would go about their business and not see each other during the years in between.
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At the thirtieth high school reunion, Brain and Vickey both showed up again alone; Brian, without his wife and Vickey without her ex-husband.
"I'm noticing you're not wearing a wedding ring, Vickey!" Brian said to her.
"I got divorced from Tom a few years ago, Brian. How about you? How's Becky?" she asked curiously.
"She's fine. She's working in Los Angeles."
Brian was thinking that the years had treated Vicky well. She was still beautiful, curvy and more buxom than he remembered. Indeed, he was still attracted to her.
"So, can I steal you away from her?" I asked jokingly but half-heartily.
"Well, you know the answer to that ... if only I wasn't a married man!" Brian alleged. "Actually, my wife made the comment to me the other day that we were more like roommates than a married couple. She assured me that things would change and that she was just going through a difficult time with work and her elderly mother."
"So, how's your sex life?" I asked posing the question devilishly.
"What sex life?" he invited me in to speak illicitly.
"I know what that's like," I said. That's why I was divorced because of a lack of intimacy and sex. 'Just spread 'em and ease 'em in,' [... in a loveless marriage, I thought to myself].
"Brian, why don't you book a hotel in Napa Valley and get her drunk ... go back to a B & B with a bottle of champagne (4), strawberries, smoked salmon, a crusty loaf of bread with cream cheese and purple onions. Then, try to seduce her romantically."
"I doubt she'd go for that," Brian eluded.
"Well, then, schedule a room and a few appointments for her. I suggest a massage, a facial, a manicure and a pedicure. I guarantee you that she will be yours, especially if, as she walked through the hotel room door, you are standing there naked to greet her." I was thinking how nice that would be if my husband had ever been so romantic, just even once.
"In addition, you should opulently place on the bed a new piece of lingerie ... of course to your liking ... the sluttier, the better. What do yah think about that? Women love romance," I thought to myself. Brian used to be very romantic and I would love having these things done for me.
"And, then sumptuously, put a rose stem into your pecker, a red one of course. Don't forget to take off the thorns," I said laughing. "Then place a dozen assorted long-stem roses on the dresser in all colors ... red, pink, peach, yellow, lilac and white. Then you say to her, 'Honey, you represent each color to me like each of these roses ... my wife, my lover, my friend, my best companion, my foe and my lustful heart."
"Brian, if you don't get laid then, you have a real problem," I stated forcefully knowing he was probably on the verge of a divorce.
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Brian and I had a nice evening together at the reunion. We spent the evening seeing old friends, looking at yearbooks whilst reminiscing about old times when we were young teenagers so many years earlier.
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Brian and I had never fucked in high school. I was too inhibited and he was too shy to press the issue heartlessly. Then in college, at about the time I thought I should try to grab hold of this good catch of a man still in my midst and finally let him seduce me, he had moved in with Becky, his wife.
Still, to this day, we were both still a little shy ... especially Brian.
Brian would finger me and kiss me till the sun rose on my parent's couch. During our younger days, I never much reciprocated with an orgasm or even jerking him off. Finally, when he started performing oral sex, I panicked, not understanding the sensations of an orgasm my pussy was experiencing.
I remember we got caught once having oral sex once on the beaches of Ensenada, Mexico. The gayest guy in our group of friends brought a pack of friends and a flashlight. Unbeknownst to us, while Brian was going down on me they appeared out of nowhere. That was very embarrassing, to say the least!
Later that summer after we broke up, Brain caught me trying to, perhaps, lose my virginity at a party. It was the home of his future brother in law Frank's parents. Talk about seeing ghosts. Frank's parents walked in on us. From that point on, I was never the reputably known as 'Virtuous Vicky' again.
To this day, that was one of the most humiliating and mortifying evenings of my life. Well, there had been one other the first New Year's Even Brain and I spent the night together but this was worse.
Needless to say, I think Alex was gay, too, adding insult to injury with the awkwardness and shame I was feeling at the time. Alex and I had continued dating once he went to college. When he came back for the summer that year before I was beginning college, we still never had a sexual intimate encounter with each other.
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I had been dating a few years after my divorce. At this point, I was yearning for a good, loyal man to enter my life again. My husband had just grown so distant during the last years together. I became tired of his affairs when he was traveling and looking at the credit card bills at the money that should have been spent on me.
