I only wanted a soda, it was hot. The little stand at the end of the lane I had passed earlier at the County fair had drinks, so I headed down there.
People were everywhere, all sizes, shapes, ages, the little tents were filled with sellers trying to move some wares.
Noisy, hot, and I wanted a soda.
I saw the woman standing at the board they were using for a counter, she had one of those huge pink cotton candy things in one hand and was trying to fumble in her purse with the other.
I saw the bill slip out and flutter down to the ground, just as she turned and began to walk away.
"Miss?" I called out to her but she kept walking, obviously not hearing me over the noise of so many other people around and music coming from several different directions.
I reached down and scooped up the bill, headed after her. She was walking briskly and turned down the next row.
"Miss!" I called out again, hurrying after her.
When I got to the corner I saw she had stopped to look at a display of small carved statues.
The tan slacks and green blouse, combined with her long reddish colored hair made her easy to spot.
She turned to look at me when I reached out to touch her shoulder.
I was looking at green eyes, freckles, a roundish face and small upturned nose.
"You dropped this back there, miss." I told her. She looked down at the five dollar bill I had in my hand, then back at me.
"Why thank you." She said simply. Then she put the cotton candy into the same hand that was holding her purse, took the bill and slid it inside and squeezed the catch shut.
I was still standing there when she looked up again. There had been a moment, one I can't explain. The insignificant waft of some kind of shampoo and flowers, the way she stood made my breath catch in my throat.
"An honest young man, huh?" A smile crossed her face. She stuck out her hand, I took it. Her hand was soft, slightly moist, I realized I was holding my breath.
"Yes, and you are welcome, Miss." I told her.
"Mrs. My name is Janice, Janice Freeman." She took a bite of the cotton candy, a piece of it stuck to her nose.
Without thinking, I reached out and plucked the piece off her nose, she grinned and opened her mouth so I put in in for her.
I saw her tongue reach out and draw it in, then she looked me in the eyes and giggled.
"Well. I need to get something to drink." I started to turn to leave.
"Come on, let me buy you one, Mr.....?"
"Blackman...David Blackman...Uhh...Sure, I would love a drink."
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That is how I met Janice Freeman, all over her simply dropping a five dollar bill. I met her husband Jerry about an hour later.
"There you are honey! What's going on?" He asked her, but his attention was on me.
"This is Dave, I dropped some money and he picked it up and gave it back to me. Sit down and have some iced tea." She told him.
Janice had ordered a big pitcher of iced tea, not something I usually drink but I found quickly I liked it.
We had been talking, about everything under the Sun. Easy conversation like we had been friends for years instead of meeting by accident minutes earlier.
Jerry was almost exactly the same, we hit it off in no time at all. We were both in our late 20's, both of us similar in size and build.
We were still sitting there as the Sun faded to the West and it began to get chilly. Finally, we exchanged phone numbers and went our separate ways.
That night I had a dream, one of those vivid ones that wakes a person up, yet enjoying so much they want to go back to sleep and continue it.
It was Janice's face, that I remembered clearly. She was naked and reaching for me but for some reason I could not quite see what her body looked like, and I wanted to, was trying to.
I also had a massive erection, it was even leaking and had created a rather damp spot on my sheets, right through the briefs I had on.
Glancing at my bedside clock, I saw it was 4 AM. I got up, took a quick shower, then slipped on fresh briefs and changed the sheets on the bed.
No point in trying to go back to sleep, I knew I couldn't.
Instead, I touched the button on my computer, went over to a website I knew of. I touched the link to search for redheads.
There must have been a couple of thousand of them in every possible stage of naked.
I still had that woman in my head.
None of them were even close to what Janice had looked like, after an hour or so I gave up.
Just as I started to shut the machine down my email tone went off.
One glance at the return address and I knew it was from Janice.
"Morning, Dave. Hey, we are having a party Saturday, Jerry and I would love it if you came by, OK?"
It was signed, "Jan." The address was there also.
"Love to!" I typed back.
"Oh, you are up early, huh? I was just getting Jerry off to work." Came right back.
That began two solid hours of rapid fire emails back and forth, it was almost like were sitting right there talking again.
"You really are a nice guy, aren't you? Cute, too..lol..But I have to get busy, housework to do. See ya Saturday!" She sent.
I glanced at the clock, my shift was 3 PM to midnight. I was a driver for a pizza delivery chain, not much of a job I know but a person might be surprised at how much money they can make.
I averaged minimum wage plus a mileage allowance, and maybe 5-10 bucks per hour in tips if I drove fast enough. No way to get rich doing that but it paid the bills.
Plus it was sometimes fun, 99% of it was deliver, collect and go but every once in a long time some lady would answer the door in just a towel, or some extremely skimpy outfit. Then the towel would slip, or the outfit would move around. I always figured it was being filmed, and I had even looked on the flashing websites to see but never saw one with me in it.
Oddly, those were usually pretty good tips, too. One lady that looked to be in her 40's regularly always made sure I saw her nipples, and always gave me a ten for a tip. A couple of times I spotted her bald headed hubby peering around the corner across the room.
Yea, delivering pizza was fun although we were always rushed.
Three days each week I took classes at a local community college, I had no plans at all to deliver pizza for the rest of my life.
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The party at Jan and Jerry's house was a ball, there were drinks and music, a bunch of people milling around.
Jerry and Jan seemed to be taking turns introducing me to various females, I danced with a few of them, mostly going through the motions.
I still had Janice and the way she looked, acted in my head. Just my shit house luck she was married.
I even got to dance with Jan a few times, all fast ones at first but then later in the evening someone put on a series of long slower ones.
Jan slipped into my arms with no hesitation at all and leaned the side of her face against my chest. I could feel her soft breasts lightly brushing against me, we weren't plastered together or anything like that but it sure did get me going in short order.
Janice felt that too when we did a little turn, she looked up at me with her big green eyes, then a slow smile crossed her lips.
I blushed right on cue but said nothing at all.
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Over the next few months Jerry and I went fishing a few times, catching a bucket full of little 5" long Bluegill. Then we spent about three hours cleaning them, ending up with barely enough for a meal which Jan fried up for us.
The three of us went bowling together, Jan hopping up and down at getting a rare strike, me about the same while Jerry rolled one strike after another.
The pool games at the tavern were fun, too. At that game I could hold my own, since I sometimes went down to a local place in the evenings and picked up a few extra bucks in some dollar per game situations.
It was at one of those that I got my very first glimpse of Janice's bare breast, she had leaned over to try and make a shot and her blouse fell away. She caught me looking and quickly pressed the cloth back, then her eyes met mine and she smiled.
The vision of her snug little breast, capped with a perfect pink nipple hanging down in clear view stuck in my head.
That became my very best masturbation fantasy, and I was still having those dreams.
I knew by then that I was in love with her, of course I was. But Jerry had now became my very best friend, there was no way in hell I was ever going to try anything at all with her.
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Jerry and Jan threw a party for my 30th birthday, by then I had completed my classes and found a job managing the loading docks at a local shipping company.
I had to keep track of everything, make sure the right parcels got onto the right trucks, and everything was kept on schedule.
They had told me that we were going out for dinner to celebrate, so when I arrived at their house and about two dozen people yelled "Surprise!" it really was one.
That evening as I was dancing with Jan, she snuggled up a little bit closer than normal.
"You always do that when you dance with me." She whispered into my ear.
"Do what?" I asked.
"You know..you get all...you react?" She giggled.
I realized Jan was a little bit drunk.
"I'm sorry." I told her.
"Don't be. It's OK. Sometimes..sometimes...I just wish..." She held herself back a bit at that, I saw her face turn red.
"So why don't you have a steady girlfriend?" She asked me a few minutes later, after she had regained some composure.
"I guess I just never met the right girl, is all."
I had dated some but not a single one ever fit the bill, by then the one I wanted and knew I could never have was in my arms.
There were other women, some that were more beautiful by far than Janice was, yet there was something about her.
That something just can't be explained.
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The emails did keep up, often I would wake up at my normal 7 AM to find a message from Jan. All of them were normal, not even flirting really. It was all mostly everyday life, but it was also a regular thing.
I knew that Jerry was completely aware of all of that, he never appeared to be concerned even in the slightest.
The change came when one morning I got an email from Jan and she was upset.
"Jerry is in trouble, everything is a mess!" She wrote.
Jerry I knew was a stockbroker, a few times he had mentioned in passing some deal or another but I never really paid a lot of attention to that.
I picked up the phone and called her.
Jerry's firm dealt in very large trades for clients, he had made the mistake of shifting one client's funds into another company based on information that was not public.
The government had taken his computer, along with some very damning emails.
As things turned out, that one time was not an isolated incident.
Janice was a basket case, and things didn't get any better when Jerry's face along with several others appeared on the news.
When they grabbed his home system, and found almost daily emails from their address to mine, I found my apartment filled with men in suits too.
