Note to reader: This is a true story which happened in the late 1980's. Some parts were taken from other sources. To the best of my knowledge, they are accurate. Names (other than mine) and a few other minor things have been changed to protect the identities of the people involved. However, the basic story is factual.
All people engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years old.
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Richard and Barb Coleman and their two daughters, Amanda and Jessie, moved into a house on the next block when I was eleven years old.
Richard and Barb had gotten married while Barb was pregnant with Amanda. Jessie was born a little over a year later.
Before they moved in, Richard opened his own insurance agency. Barb worked as a waitress to help out financially while Richard built up his clientele. Within a couple of years, the agency became very successful, and they were able to buy the house. Barb quit her job to devote herself to being a full time mother and homemaker.
Barb Coleman was very attractive -- about 5'6" with a slim C-cup figure. She had long black hair and brown eyes. Barb was difficult to ignore. I only wished she would have showed off her body a little more, but she always dressed fairly conservatively.
The Coleman daughters both grew into beauties. Jessie, whose actual name was Jessica (which she hated being called,) was almost a mirror of her mother except for her blue eyes. Amanda, who was about a year older, had reddish-brown hair and brown eyes and favored her father. She was a little shorter and she had a fuller D-cup figure. I was about nine months older than Amanda. She was the Coleman sister I gravitated to. Perhaps Jessie had the more modelesque appearance, but that doesn't mean Amanda was unattractive. What drew me to Amanda was her personality. She was more reserved, very easy to talk to, and she had a great sense of humor. But every time I asked her out, she tell me I was a nice guy, but she wasn't interested. It was frustrating.
Jessie, in contrast, was more vocal, and her grouchiness tended to turn people off.
One day, after being turned down by Amanda for the nth time, she told me to ask Jessie out. She had just turned eighteen.
"She really likes you, you know?" she told me.
"Oh?" was all I said. I never really had a personal issue with Jessie, but I felt there was a personality clash, and I didn't have much tolerance for others' bullshit.
"Mmmm-hmmm," replied Amanda. "Go ahead and ask her. I'm sure she'll go out with you."
I told her I'd think about it. Amanda rolled her eyes and became exasperated.
"Oh, come on, George! I know she can act a little crabby at times, but she's really a very sweet girl," she insisted.
A little crabby? I didn't buy it. Nonetheless, one day I asked Jessie out to a movie and dinner, and she said yes. Jessie was nicer than I thought she'd be, but there was no real connection. We never had a second date.
I didn't know Richard Coleman well, but my mom told me she'd never cared for him because he hit on other women. There were also rumors that he had cheated on Barb with his former secretary. At the time, our small hometown had a population of about four thousand, and rumors tended to go around quickly. You really couldn't help but pick up stuff at the bank, the grocery store, or from a neighbor. I didn't know if he was an adulterer or not, but I thought if he was, he was a total asshole. Not only because Barb Coleman was a beautiful woman, but because of my dad.
Before I was born, dad had an affair with a woman named Carol. Mom suspected he was cheating on her. One day, she borrowed a neighbor's car and followed him to Carol's apartment and confronted both them. Mom threatened to shoot both of them with one of the handguns he kept for protection. After a few weeks apart, Mom eventually forgave him, but dad told me it took a very long time to regain her trust fully. He never got over the guilt, and he told me that if I ever I got into a relationship or got married, I'd better be faithful or else.
One day while shopping at the local IGA, I personally witnessed Richard hitting on a cashier named Juliette, who was a fairly attractive and very well-built blonde in her late twenties or early thirties. Juliette rebuffed him sharply. When Richard left, I overheard her tell another cashier that he did it to her every time he came in.
"You can't tell me he's not screwing around on his wife," she told her. "You can't. He's probably got a mistress or two around here somewhere. God, I hope she divorces his worthless ass and takes him to the cleaners. She deserves better."
By the time I reached adulthood, Barb Coleman could've passed for a woman ten years younger. She was always very nice to me. As a teenager, I'd occasionally picked up a little spending money by mowing her lawn when Richard was too busy with work and neither of the girls were there. Barb said she actually tried to mow it once and nearly separated her shoulder trying to get the mower started and never tried to do it again. Since we had a riding mower, she asked me.
The last few years of Richard and Barb Coleman's marriage were anything but happy, however. Richard's work and his long-rumored affairs were at the center of it. He always denied he was unfaithful and Barb disbelieved the rumors until the Fall Days festival incident.
Richard had had a few drinks, and he made some very explicit comments to a couple of women, one of whom I knew fairly well. The ladies complained to one of the police officers who was there working security. The officer located Richard and told him to leave. But because he had been drinking, the officer insisted that someone take him home. Someone called Barb. She drove over to pick him up. When she learned what had happened, they had a very nasty and very public fight. Richard didn't think it was a huge deal and told Barb she was overreacting and gave a perfunctory apology. Barb didn't push it. However, Richard's attitude towards her began to cool and they eventually separated.
Richard called Barb a few weeks later hoping to reconcile. They went out to dinner. Barb agreed to take him back. The marriage appeared to be on the mend for a short time, but Richard eventually screwed it up.
One day, he claimed he had to go on one of his routine out-of-town trips to see a special client. A real VIP.
"He's a wealthy older guy and he was one of my first clients, and he's got all of his policies with me," he said.
"You gotta know who butters your bread."
Then, about a month-and-a-half later, a nineteen-year-old woman named Sally barged into the insurance agency. In earshot of his new -- and very young and sexy -- secretary and a client who was waiting in the lobby, Sally hysterically told Richard that she was pregnant.
Richard tried to calm Sally down and insisted that there had to be a mistake. Sally said she was positive he was the father because he was the only man she'd ever been with. The secretary picked up the phone and called Barb.
When Richard got home later that night, Barb slapped him and tearfully confronted him. Richard eventually confessed to having a one-night stand with Sally. He said she was a client and that she'd flirted with him. But he insisted that he was "one thousand percent certain" that he was not the father of Sally's baby because he'd worn a condom.
The next day, Barb got Sally's phone number from the secretary and called her.
"He told me he was divorced. I gave my virginity to the bastard!" she cried angrily.
After she calmed down a little, Sally said that Richard was lying through his teeth about their affair; she said she'd been with him many times. Sally insisted that she always made Richard wear condoms. She said that he complained so much about having to wear them that one night she finally got tired of it and let Richard fuck her bareback to shut him up. But she told him to not cum inside her.
"You've been trying to get me to swallow, so I'll let you cum in my mouth," she said.
Richard prematurely came inside her. Sally freaked.
And in typical Richard Coleman fashion, he tried to spin it. Richard said that he didn't believe for a second that Sally hadn't been with another man. He mentioned a black co-worker named Max whom Sally said she was good friends with.
Richard finally confessed to Barb that the reason he was cheated was because he was no longer attracted to her. And without so much as an apology, he angrily packed his suitcase and left. He stayed in a hotel for a few days before he rented a small apartment near the agency.
