From Memories To Tomorrow

I had difficulty deciding in which Category to post this story. I previously posted an edition in the Romance category under a different title (Four Friends Always). After publishing, I realized that the story needed considerable work and editing, so I withdrew it and reworked it extensively. After considering the various Literotica Categories, I concluded that the Romance Category was, in fact, the best fit. This story is a work of fiction, and the characters, their actions, and their relationships are products of this writer's imagination. Your comments and votes are appreciated.

FROM MEMORIES TO TOMORROW

by WildcatF4F1941

The Four Friends:

Me -- Pierre Hebert (Pete). A Cajun boy in the big city. Looking to make it big in the Oil Business

Richmond Wellford (Rick). Son of a wealthy, prominent Dallas attorney. Looking to follow in his father's footsteps.

Cherry Wilks. Oklahoma girl looking for a career in the big city. Statuesque, blonde and witty.

Maurine Darcy (Mo). Beautiful and petite with oversized boobs (A Fairy with Knockers). Talented artist and designer.

Dallas, Texas - 1961

We've been inseparable best friends since we were students at SMU in Dallas in the early 1960s. Rick, my "big brother" in our fraternity, was three years older than Cherry, Mo, and me and was already in law school, although he continued to socialize with the fraternity. During my junior year, Rick and I met Cherry and Mo, sorority sisters, at a "pledge exchange" -- a weeknight party hosted by my fraternity inviting only one sorority.

Dating in the early 1960s was much different from today. The coeds faced strict curfews at their sorority house, and engaging in sexual activity could result in expulsion from school.

When we went out, we'd double-date in Rick's convertible Chrysler, often to a drive-in theater for intimate moments. Cherry and I dated for several months and frequently attended dances. While we were impressive doing the jitterbug, I particularly enjoyed the slow dances. I know she could feel my boner as we danced close together. It didn't offend her, but on the other hand, it did not result in her getting horny and losing control as I hoped.

The girls were best friends, but they were different in appearance. Cherry was tall, about five feet nine inches, with blonde hair and a fair complexion. Her figure was well-proportioned. On the other hand, Mo was petite with dark hair and a dark complexion. She asserted she was five feet two inches and weighed one hundred pounds, but she likely exaggerated; she was probably closer to five feet tall and around ninety pounds. She was very enthusiastic in all phases of life and displayed an effervescent personality.

It was during our senior year at college when the girls got seriously sexy with us. Cherry and Mo, as one of their Senior Privileges, moved out of the sorority house into a two-bedroom apartment. The fraternity house continued to serve as my abode. Rick leased a small but upscale apartment downtown near the courthouse. Rick finished law school the previous June and had already been admitted to the Bar. He and I would visit the girls in their apartment and immediately retire to separate bedrooms for heavy petting. After a passionate kissing session, Cherry would let me feel her boobs through her clothing, and then she would gently rub my dick through my blue jeans. I tried to persuade her to let me take stiff cock out of my pants, but she was adamant that it stay put. After a suffering through a few weeks of this activity, Cherry allowed me to see and fondle her boobs. I kissed her light orange nipples and squeezed both tits tightly. This resulted in a severe case of "blue balls," so Cherry vigorously rubbed my throbbing dick through my jeans. That always resulted in a large amount of cum filling my jockey shorts and jeans.

I never mentioned to Rick what Cherry and I were doing, and likewise, he never spoke to me about his activities with Mo. Gentlemen did not discuss such things. I'm sure Cherry and Mo coordinated their activities and knew exactly what each was doing with us.

A few days before graduation, we "went all the way." Rick's father was a prominent lawyer in Dallas. Among his other "toys," he kept a 48-foot boat on Lake Texoma northeast of Dallas. He allowed the four of us to use the boat to celebrate Mo, Cherry, and me finishing college. An experienced boat pilot, Rick drove the boat to a very secluded portion of the lake and anchored for the night. The boat featured two spacious staterooms.

I assumed I would get laid that weekend. Birth control pills were still a few years away, so I brought a six-pack of condoms. I subsequently learned that Rick also brought half a dozen condoms.

We drank beer, swam in the cool lake waters, and then toasted our upcoming graduation on the fantail, drinking Dom Perignon champagne we rescued from Rick's Dad's onboard wine cooler. We paired off and went to our respective staterooms. Each stateroom included a shower, which Cherry utilized to wash the lake water off her body. I then showered, only to discover Cherry had fallen asleep before I dried off. She lay atop the covers, clothed only in a thin, peach-colored nightgown which barely covered her pussy. I gently lifted the gown above her pussy and admired that beautiful thing. Her pubes were very blonde and thin, matching her hair's color.

I bent over and kissed her lower abdomen just above her cunt hairs. She moaned but did not awaken. I raised her gown a little more to expose her boobs. I cupped her left tit in my right hand, bent down, and sucked her nipple. She moaned more loudly, and her nipple became harder. I "motor-boated" her titties. She squealed and pulled me up so we could kiss. We pushed each other's tongues back and forth while I massaged her pussy. It was moist, so I eased my middle finger into her fuck-hole. She grasped my dick and squeezed, that being the first time she made "skin-on-skin" contact with my pecker. We smouched for several minutes until I pulled away to get a condom. Cherry kissed the tip of my dick and helped place the rubber over my rigid cock. My dick is above average size -- I had seen most of my fraternity brother's tools in the fraternity house communal shower. I knew mine was more than adequate for tonight's intended purposes. I knew from these communal showers that Rick was hung like a horse.

Cherry opened her legs, and I eased my dick into that sweet pussy. I didn't particularly like fucking with a condom, but it was a thin one, and I could feel the tightness and warmth of her cunt. Over the preceding weeks, Cherry and I discussed our anticipated sexual activity and concluded that she may not experience an orgasm during her first encounter. We were wrong! Cherry experienced multiple orgasms before I came the first time.

Cherry wanted me to eat her pussy. I tongued several areas, and she moved my head around to get the better satisfaction she craved. Her pussy juices effused a musk flavor enhancing my sexual experience. Turn about being fair play, I told her to put my dick in her mouth. She did so, but only the tip. It was a pleasurable sensation as she worked her tongue around my pee hole. For a virgin, Cherry seemed to possess an extensive understanding of sexual activities. I guess the more experienced sorority sisters were the source of her information (at least, I hoped that was the case).

We fucked six times that night, using the last of my six condoms as the sun was rising. Rick also used all he had brought, so, in the early morning mist, he piloted the boat back to the marina, and we drove to a drugstore in a nearby town to replenish our supply. We each purchased a dozen, and I had five remaining by Sunday night. Rick said he used only half of the dozen he purchased.

Five years after finishing college, we were busy with our careers and could get together only infrequently. Rick and Mo had been married for three years. Cherry and I discussed marriage, but neither of us wanted to rush into such a permanent relationship. Each of the four of us was progressing in our chosen career paths, but Rick had the jump on all of us. He was named a senior partner at the prestigious Dallas law firm he joined after law school, which came with a substantial raise. He purchased a house in the Highland Park enclave of Dallas and undertook extensive remodeling, with Mo, now an interior designer, taking charge of the decoration.

Shortly after moving in, Mo and Rick invited Cherry and me to an intimate housewarming. They welcomed us to their home and generously poured each of us a glass of thirty-year-old Macallan Scotch. We toured the house and complimented them on the remodeling and decoration. Rick then steered us to the atrium.

It was a massive room with an Asian motif. The most striking feature was a prominent Japanese Uchiburo pool surrounded by rocks, boulders, and plants, giving the appearance of an outdoor Onsen bath. Rick had heated the water before we arrived. There were two separate showers off to the side of the room. Rick suggested that he and I take turns showering in one stall while the women use the other. Tradition says we all enter the pool nude.

This was the first time I had seen Mo nude; likewise, it was the first time Rick had seen Cherry undressed. I could not take my eyes off Mo's tits -- they were spectacular. Cherry's tits were about as large as Mo's, but Cherry was taller, and her boobs were less of a focal point. We all entered the pool -- the water was only hip deep, and six concrete stools were below the water level. We continued drinking Rick's expensive Scotch, and all got a little buzz.

Rick sat on one of the stools, and Mo sat on his lap, facing him. Cherry and I realized they were fucking in front of us. I often wondered how Rick got that huge shlong into Mo's tiny cunt, but whatever technique they employed, they were going at it hot and heavy. I invited Cherry to sit on my lap -- she did so but sat facing away from me to watch Rick and Mo. She reached down and pulled my cock up to her pussy and commenced moving it gently up and down and side to side -- masturbating herself and simultaneously giving me a hand job. I put one hand on each of her tits, working her rigid nipples between my thumb and index finger.

I watched Mo's tits bouncing as she and Rick climaxed together. I felt the cum rising from my balls and ejaculated a large quantity. I worried briefly about coming into Rick's pool, but I assumed he had a filtration system, so it should not be a problem. Cherry stiffened and moaned as she experienced her orgasm.

Rick and Mo waded towards us, and Cherry whispered into my ear, "You know what's coming next, don't you?"

In my usual oblivious state, I said, "No."

Cherry answered, "You've been lusting after Mo's boobs ever since you've known her. Here's your chance."

Mo, still totally naked, stood inches from me, put her hand on my shoulder, and said, "That was quite a workout." She paused a few seconds and then added, "Are y'all ready to switch partners?"

I looked at Cherry. She smiled at me. I asked, "Did you and Mo plan this?" Cherry smiled again without answering my question.

I told Mo and Rick, "I want to talk this over with Cherry for a few minutes."

Rick answered, "Sure. We'll be over by the sink getting orange juice from the cooler... Y'all might need some OJ also."

As they walked away, I asked Cherry, "Do you really want to do this? Can you manage that firehose hanging between Rick's legs?"

"Pete, I think we'd both like a little variety. I know you have admired Mo's breasts forever, and we thought this would be a way for you to get satisfied with her tits. I must admit, I've been curious to see if I can handle Rick's tool."

Rick and Mo walked back to our location. Rick spoke, "Are we all in on this, or is it something you'd rather not pursue?"

I looked at Cherry. She nodded affirmatively, so I said, "Let's do it. It sounds like fun." Then I added, "Should we use condoms? We don't want to cross-pollinate the gene pool..."

Cherry looked at me with exasperation, "Do you listen to anything I say? I told you two weeks ago that Mo and I are now using the new birth control pills."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Let's get busy -- this sounds interesting."

Rick spoke, "The only rule is 'no kissing on the lips.' That's reserved for our spouse and girl friend... Here are two lounge benches we can use."

Mo grasped my dick and said, "Come on, let's get started. My pussy is stretched after the pounding I experienced from Rick, so why don't we titty-fuck for a while and allow my pussy to shrink back to normal."

I saw Cherry grasp Rick's tool with both hands and heard her say, "Easy on me with that monster."

Rick chuckled and said, "Don't worry, we'll go slow."

Mo lay on the lounge and said, "Put that thing between my tits, and I'll give you a ride."

I placed my dick between her spectacular boobs. She put a hand on each tit and bounced them up and down and side to side. I felt I would come at once but held back and enjoyed the ride for a few minutes. Mo kissed the head of my dick as I thrust it back and forth. I lost control and shot jism all over her face and hair. I looked over and saw Rick atop Cherry doing it missionary style. Cherry squealed as an orgasm racked her entire body. From the look on Rick's face, he was on the cusp of his climax. He pulled out and shot his spunk unto Cherry's abdomen and tits, then he rolled off exhausted. Mo had been watching Rick and Cherry; she took me by my cock and said, "We haven't actually fucked yet. Are you recharged?"

I assured her I was ready. I lay on my back, and she mounted me. Her pussy was tight, not as tight as Cherry's, but tight enough for a good fuck. She bounced gently, and as I pushed my hips in rhythm, she increased the tempo. I savored the fantastic view of her bouncing titties; I marveled at the sight for a time and finally reached up with both hands to massage those orbs. She experienced a crescendo of petite orgasms, finally culminating in the big one. She lay atop me, her tits on my chest briefly, and then she rolled off me, apparently unconscious. I hollered out, "Rick, Mo has passed out. I don't know what happened."

Rick walked over to us laughing and said, "She sometimes faints briefly when she experiences a particularly satisfying orgasm..." Hearing Rick's voice revived her; she stirred, opened her eyes, and smiled.

Unfortunately for me, she fainted before I came, leaving me unsatisfied with my dick sticking straight up. Cherry realized what had happened and brought me to climax with a blow job.

We showered and dressed in the Oriental Room. Mo made coffee and served fresh-squeezed orange juice and carrot cake. As we finished our snacks, dawn broke. While the sun rose in the eastern sky, we left for home in a taxi.

We sat close together in the backseat, holding hands. Cherry turned her head towards me, and we kissed passionately for several minutes. We stopped to catch our breath, and I asked, "Well, what do you think?"

She considered my question and said, "It was fun, but my pussy is sore." She softly laughed and continued, "I'm glad we did it, but I don't want any repeats. Capisci?"

"Cherry, I'm with you. That was exciting, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it, but let's make what we did a pleasant memory and stay faithful to each other from here on."

I sat silently, gathering the courage to ask Cherry something important. I took a deep breath and looked at her, ready to ask the question. She was asleep! I gently touched her shoulder and said, "Cherry, Cherry, wake up. I need to ask you something."

She stirred, opened her eyes, and asked, "What?"

Although the backseat of a cab at 7:00 A.M. wasn't the most romantic setting, I felt compelled to ask immediately. I was afraid my resolve would disappear later. "Cherry, will you marry me?"

We were married three months later in her hometown of Ardmore, Oklahoma, with Rick serving as my best man and Mo as Cherry's matron of honor.

Over the next twenty-five years we all found success in our careers, though Rick achieved the most notable accomplishments. Elected Managing Partner of his firm, he amassed considerable weath from his practice.

Mo launched a successful interior design firm, catering to upscale clients in Dallas and Highland Park. Professionally known as Maurine Darcy, she became the go-to decorator for nearly every new mansion and law office in these affluent areas.

Cherry became a highly sought-after model, both in Dallas and on the West Coast. She started modeling part-time while in college and transitioned to a full-time career after graduation. By the late-1960s, her rate was $120 per hour. Her sister expertly managed her finances and invested in several lucrative ventures on her behalf. Despite being featured numerous times in national glamour magazines, Cherry never graced their covers.

I found significant success in the oil business. After earning a geology degree, I joined an independent oil wildcatter who offered me an excellent salary and gave me an interest in all wells he drilled after I joined him. In three years, I became his partner. Two years later, upon his death, I inherited the business.

Our wealth allowed us to enjoy life to the fullest. We traveled the world together--skiing in Chile during the summer and at Vail in the winter, attending the Paris Air Show, and staying in opulent Parisian hotels and French Riviera villas. Our adventures included a photo safari in Kenya, the Sydney Harbor Bridge Climb in Australia, golfing at St. Andrews in Scotland and Pebble Beach in California, and snorkeling in the Galápagos Islands. We had box seats at the start/finish line at a Formula One Gran Prix race in South Africa, where Cherry served as one of the "grid girls" for Team Lotus. (She attracted media and spectator attention clothed in a bright yellow, spandex form-fitting jumpsuit, with a wide belt, high-heeled boots, big hair [Farrah Fawcett style], and oversized sunglasses atop her head). Our various clients and investors often invited us to sit in luxury boxes at Dallas Cowboy games. Mo purchased two racehorses and enlisted the services of one of Texas's top trainers. We cheered for her horses at racetracks from California to New York. We never again traded spouses; we were content with who we had.

ALL GOOD THINGS MUST END

To quote Mary Hopkin in "Those Were The Days":

Those were the days my friend

We thought they'd never end

We'd sing and dance forever and a day

Our idyllic world came crashing down.

The first indication that something was amiss came during Rick's fiftieth birthday celebration in Paris. He was in the French capital for depositions, so we accompanied him to celebrate and shared a villa at Versailles. Mo and Cherry arranged a catered dinner and party in the villa's great room. We were supposed to meet at eight, but Rick and Mo had not come from their suite by eight-thirty. A few minutes later, Mo entered the room with a distressed look and said, "Pete, can you check on Rick? He's acting strangely."

I went to Rick's and Mo's suite. Dressed in his tuxedo, he was seated on the edge of the bed. He stared at me quizzically. I said, "Rick, it's time to celebrate your birthday."

He looked at me and asked, "What?... Is that tonight?"

I guided him to the dinner table. Throughout the evening, he appeared confused about what was happening. We shortened our stay in France and returned to Dallas so Rick could get a medical evaluation. The news was shocking. Rick's concierge physician diagnosed early-onset Alzheimer's disease, which meant rapid progression and early death.

Rick died less than two years after his diagnosis.

Mo fell into a deep funk after Rick's death. She sold the ranch north of Fort Worth they had worked so hard to build up, and she rarely left her townhouse in North Dallas. Cherry and I tried to include her in our activities, but she wasn't interested. Occasionally, she would meet us for dinner at a nearby restaurant but declined offers to travel with us.