By late March of 1976, I had become good friends with the guy a couple of doors down. Danny was living with my girlfriend's best friend and we had gone through some interesting times with our women over the last few months. The couple got engaged on Christmas day, but they never set a date to walk down the aisle. I teased Danny about his nervousness to get married as much as he teased me about my lack of making a commitment by putting a ring on Carol's finger. I couldn't figure out which man was more frightened.
The first night I met Danny, he sat down on the wall side of my dining room picnic table close to my girlfriend's best friend, Cindy, and he listened to her talk about her crappy marriage. I could understand his reaction to her frank comments because he seemed to be the kind of guy who hadn't been around such openly sexual discussions. I thought it ironic to listen to Cindy talk about her sad sex life while Carol played with my penis under the table. When Carol got more than she bargained for, I wondered why Danny had a funny look in his eyes when Cindy mentioned her husband caught her masturbating, but I could only guess what happened under the other side of the table that night.
After I had known the guy a few months, I couldn't for the life of me understand how in the hell he could live right next to Cindy, work beside her with the plants in her yard nearly all day, go home at night, and not be horny or at least stimulated enough to even think about sticking his penis in her body. Now, I can't understand how the guy can sit and type articles about farm equipment repairs with his beautiful fiancée prancing around naked in front of him. Then I thought for a moment. Hell, I make it to work in the mornings after beautiful Carol's soft hands, lips or vagina release my erection. Danny has to be getting some on a regular basis. I concluded we were two of the luckiest guys in the world with two of the prettiest women God ever created.
Our women had been friends ever since they could remember and were more like sisters than girlfriends. I thought the most stunning thing about them was the contrast of their hair color. Carol's hair was shiny raven black and Cindy's was platinum blonde. I had always loved black hair on girls especially if they had pure white skin, deep blue eyes, and constantly stiff nipples. Carol was every bit my fantasy girl. She had the longest black mane and the most beautiful, light pink, constantly stiff nipples I had ever seen.
Carol and I had been lovers ever since the night we met in the cemetery. It was truly something mysterious, and even though there's nearly ten years between us, she makes me feel young every single day. Carol really doesn't know how old I am, but I'm sure it won't matter when she does find out. Carol is blessed with the ability to know and live each moment for what it is, and I cherish that about her.
The moment I saw Carol squatting beside a headstone, I thought I was looking at a heavenly spirit with hair covering her body like a flowing black veil. It was eerie yet beautiful, and I took a moment to let the image thoroughly soak my mind before I confronted her to tell her, she and her friends were trespassing and had to leave the premises. I really didn't want her to leave.
When I approached her, I feared more about her being scared to death of me, stepping up behind her out of nowhere, than I was about possibly being smacked by a frightened woman, but my draw toward her beauty made it easier for me to approach her in the moonlight. I never dreamed something else would hit me. It was as if I whirled back in time to my old neighborhood in Rochester and adoring that cute little girl down the street who loved dancing in the street wearing her long-sleeve t-shirt, cowboy boots, and bathing suit.
As soon as I was ready to tell her she should not be roaming around a graveyard after midnight and had to leave, she stood then turned to face me. I guess I'll have to thank a small twig cracking in the silence of the solemn graveyard air for that moment. I got the once over, a beautiful smile on a gorgeous face then I felt her soft hand take mine. Then with a slightly lower voice than any of the girls I had ever known, she said with a sexy giggle, "Well, hellllo there. My beast has finally come."
A few moments later, I saw a pretty girl with platinum blonde hair approach us. Then, she stopped, looked down for an instant, and then stepped away leaving us alone to finish what we had started. I couldn't believe what we were doing on top of Rev. O'Reilly's resting place. I was being seduced by a raven haired beauty with no idea Carol had just been smitten by love at first sight by a tall skinny guy with the face of a beast, mousy brown, wavy hair down to his shoulder blades, the mouth of a dock worker, and a heart of gold.
April first had always been a special day in my life and was my target day to have some fun with Danny. The problem was I found it extremely difficult keeping anything secret from Carol, because we were joined at the hips most of the time. If I mentioned I was doing anything, the word would make to Cindy's ears in a heartbeat and if the word made to Cindy's ears, Danny instantly got an earful simply by being there. My plan had to be carried out in stealth in the early morning before sunrise, and obviously while Carol was sleeping.
At 4:30 a.m., I snuck out my rear door, grabbed one hundred feet of coiled rope out of my car's trunk, tossed the coil over my shoulder, and tiptoed toward Cindy and Danny's place. I had to pass by Danny's previous back door and as I did, I noticed a puff of smoke then a form sitting in the shadow on the rear landing. I had to stop and when I discovered it was a girl, I shushed her with my finger at my lips then whispered, "I'm playing an April fool's joke on my friend." It didn't even surprise me how strange it was for a teen girl to be sitting on a rear door landing smoking a cigarette that early in the morning. When I finished my task, I walked briskly by the girl and heard her say in a harsh voice, "Cruel."
I went back to our apartment, showered, and then dressed to open the restaurant that morning. I kissed Carol gently on her cold, naked, snow-white buttocks, straightened the bed sheet on her pretty body until she was comfortable, then headed to the front door with a cup of hot coffee in my hand and an erection in my trousers. I flipped the deadbolt and grabbed the doorknob. When I pushed on the door to open it I slammed into it. The hot coffee splashed all over my clothes and I nearly broke my shoulder.
At first, I thought I had thrown the deadbolt the wrong way, but it was positioned correctly. I returned to the kitchen, placed the empty coffee cup on the kitchen counter, wiped my hands, and dabbed most of the coffee off my shirt and pants with a dish towel then stepped through the rear door, rounded the building on our side of the duplex then stepped onto the porch to find someone had duct taped my front door along the joints between the door slab and the frame. As soon as I said, "That rascal," I heard Danny's car start. I ran to the end of my pathway and watched Danny try to move his car out of the driveway. He had no clue someone had roped his car's bumper to a tree. I never dreamed those pranks were the start of many practical jokes becoming much more sophisticated over the years.
In the middle of May, Danny and I decided to have a cookout on the bar-b-que pit in the back area for our new neighbors, the family that had moved into Danny's old place shortly after he moved in with Cindy. Danny and I thought it would be neighborly to cook some food and share it with them. Besides, I wanted to show a southern boy how a kid from Rochester cooks chicken. That weekend, Danny and I asked Bill, the father, if his family would like to join us for a cookout. He seemed concerned but when we told him we were providing the food and doing the cooking and he didn't need to bring or do anything, his eyes lit up and he said, "I'll bring the keg."
I drove Danny to the butcher the restaurant uses to purchase our meats. Danny was surprised we didn't go to a grocery store. When I mentioned he should never go to a grocer for meats, he looked as though he was making notes of the surroundings so he could remember the way. After bagging four whole chickens, I stopped at Barbie's roadside vegetable stand and selected some nice looking potatoes, onions, and scallions. I couldn't resist a pair of huge red apples and tossed one at Danny. Then I stopped at a small oriental shop and purchased some oriental noodles, spices, and a gallon of Jen's pre-made sauce. Jen's sauce was to die for and even though I had asked numerous times, he never revealed his recipe. On the way home, Danny asked how much he owed me.
I looked at Danny and said confidently, "Twenty-two bucks, plus gas and my time at five fifty an hour, food for eight, that's less than five bucks a plate plus the time we get to enjoy the company of friends, I'd say it all equals around, um, zero dollars per helping." Danny punched me in the right shoulder then took a bite out of the apple. That farm boy has one hell of a punch.
After storing the food, I sat down at the picnic table in our kitchen to do bills. I hated the minutia of life, but it is what it is. Carol was standing at the sink washing something by hand and I had a thought. I turned around and sat with my arms spread with the table's edge pressed into my middle back and started studying Carol's curvy body. 'The woman has an incredible body under all that hair,' I thought as I ran my eyes up the subtle curves of her legs until I reached the bottom of her hair draping her butt.
"Someday, I would love to see you in a long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of cowboy boots with your hair wrapped on top of your head," I said softly as I felt my penis twitch.
