Randy and Carol were some friends that Mandi and I partied with in Germany for a couple of years. They also bowled in our battalion bowling league, and we visited each other's homes quite often. We actually got fairly close, often going places on the weekends on the train, visiting other towns and enjoying the sights. We also went to some German Fests in some of the towns surrounding Heilbronn.
Randy was a stocky guy from Minnesota. I don't remember where they were from but I seem to recall that they were from a small town near the St. Paul/Minneapolis area. Randy was quite a joker, loving to pull practical jokes. He was also an avid chess player, albeit not a very good chess player. He also had another habit he wasn't very good at: gambling on football.
Randy would buy squares on a football board I ran, and also make side bets with me based on the Vegas line for the point spread. Since I was almost out of the loan sharking business now, I would run my own little bookmaking business during the football and basketball season. People would bet against the spread, and after some practice, I found that I could win consistently simply because the odds were stacked in my favor.
I really liked the parlay cards, which I made myself from looking at the point spreads when they first came out in a sports magazine I subscribed to. I had a steady group of customers who would play 3, 4, and 5 game parlay cards. I don't think I paid more than one or two winners a season, and they received a lot of word of mouth publicity. This kept a lot of guys coming to place bets with me.
Carol was also a case in point when it came to Catholic girls. Let me describe her physically though, just to get on track. Carol was slender verging on skinny. If it weren't for large puffed out nipples, she wouldn't have had breasts. She had a small, boyish ass. Her legs weren't bad but tended to the very slender side as well. She was really quite cute, though, with longish, straw colored hair she would do up in big, loose curls.
She and Randy had met when he was in college and she was attending a catholic prep school. They hit it off immediately, and both found a love of the rock group Meatloaf. they did such an excellent take-off of "Paradise By the Dashboard Lights"that they won a contest at Randy's fraternity one time with their efforts. Otherwise, she was quite the prude Catholic girl.
One time when we were partying together, I had a chance to talk to her personally, and she told me about some of the guilt trips she brought with her from the school she attended. She was also somewhat sexually repressed. She told me that she and Randy had a good sex life, but Randy seemed to differ with her description of good. He told me one time in a half trashed state that Carol was unenthusiastic at best and cold at worst.
I'm no therapist but I do enjoy a challenge. I decided that while Carol wasn't necessarily a target I would normally try to tap, I might be able to loosen her up. What I didn't know for quite some time was that she was really hot for me.
One night after they left our apartment, Mandi, in a half drunk state, told me it bothered her that Carol was always drooling over me. I reassured her that I had no idea, and even if I had, I wasn't into her, and wouldn't act on it.
Mandi wasn't especially satisfied, but considering her state, I knew a fight would ensue if I didn't do a good job of placating her. But the information helped me devise a plan to see if I could get Carol into the sack.
In Germany, the Super Bowl didn't come on TV until after midnight. So everyone arranged to take Monday off so we could stay up and watch the game. We partied at Randy and Carol's house, and had a designated driver for us so we wouldn't have to worry about the German Polizei. We came to the party with another couple, Rob and Kelli. To be sure, Kelli is another good story. Look for her in the next chapter.
Carol didn't know that Randy had made a rather large side bet with me. As a matter of fact, the "Guy Secret" was that everyone in the room had side bets with me. That was another reason why I liked the Super Bowl. That was also why Mandi liked the Super Bowl, ever since I had made several thousand dollars in side bets the year the Oakland Raiders beat the Washington Redskins.
Mandi trusted my judgment. Plus the fact that I consistently won on parlay cards, an extremely rare occurrence, left her mind at ease so she could enjoy the game. She also knew the point spread and it made the game interesting for her to look ahead and see what could happen to make or break the spread.
While most of the partiers were in the living room watching the pre-game festivities, I was in the kitchen with Carol helping her with the refreshments. Mandi and I had made some good munchies food, and some other couples had brought party items, and Carol was finishing her contribution. I took care of getting everything warmed and set up.
The kitchen was offset 90 degrees from the dining/living area, so when you stood in the door to the kitchen, you had to look around a cabinet to the right to actually see into the kitchen proper. While Carol was working on turning something she had on a large baking sheet in the oven, she had her butt stuck out in the air. I had a couple of beers under my belt, and remembering what Mandi had said, I casually walked up behind her, gently grabbed her hips and slowly humped my crotch up and down her butt.
I wasn't sure what to expect, but what Carol did surprised me. After shutting the oven door, she suddenly turned around, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me full on the lips. Wow, I thought, 'She does have the hots for me!' I grabbed at her slender butt and we ground crotch for a few seconds. I broke away, telling her that we needed to finish getting the food ready. I whispered that I would talk to her later about what went on. She smiled conspiratorially told me she would look forward to that.
I set up all the food on the dining room table, and everyone leaped into the spread. Carol continued cooking another run of bratwurst and kraut while I helped everyone with refills. A couple of times I was interrupted by some of the guys wanting to know if the spread had changed, and would I consider upping their bet (sure), and one of two who had cold feet wanted to lower their bet (no way)!
Once the National Anthem sounded, everyone settled into their seats for the kickoff. I went into the kitchen to refill some dip and found Carol getting something from the small pantry in the corner of the kitchen. I slid over to her and quickly slipped my arms around her waist. She was slightly startled until she looked up at me, and then smiled and dived in for another kiss. She gripped my waist tightly and rubbed against with a sense of urgency.
"We can't keep meeting like this," I joked.
"Why not?" she said with a leer.
"People are beginning to talk. And Mandi is watching me closely. I just wanted you to know that I am interested in seeing where you want to go with this. Why don't you call me at work on Tuesday?"
She just nodded and I noticed that someone was headed into the kitchen, but was looking back toward the TV. She slipped under me and went back to the oven and I casually picked up some canned nuts to refill the bowl. As I walked by her one time I casually grabbed her ass and squeezed, dragging my hand slowly away. She retaliated soon by subtly giving me a crotch rub as we passed each other by the dining room table.
The Super Bowl was actually a good game, and ended as I had hoped and expected. I beat the spread, and there was only one person in the room who had actually beaten me heads up, but only because I gave him some charity so he would come back for more. As I moved around the room collecting bets from the guys who had brought cash with them, I noticed Carol had cornered Randy well away from everyone else, and was in his face.
Randy must have spilled the beans, because she was quietly but angrily in his face, and looked ready to kill him. Someone called to them that they were leaving, and they stopped the discussion. Most of the party headed for the door. Mandi and I stayed, along with Rob and Kelli, who had ridden with us. We helped clean up. Carol was obviously livid and didn't want to talk to anyone.
As we were finishing up, Carol and Mandi had a little tete-á-tete in the kitchen. Carol told Mandi how much money Randy had actually bet, not only with me, but with a couple of other people. After their brief conversation, Mandi pulled me aside and asked me if I intended to collect from Randy. The look on my face said it all.
"He's a big boy, and better take responsibility for his actions," I told Mandi. "I don't have any sympathy for him, and I tried to tell him he was betting long on a short wallet."
