(fictional story about fictional characters in the public domain)
It had been a month since Red Foreman had been laid off from his supervisors job at the plant, and he had gone through the "anger" and "depression" stages; and was now well into the "acceptance" stage. He had made all the local rounds looking for employment, and had come up empty on acceptable offers. There had been a few menial, minimum-wage jobs available; but he knew he was more qualified than that; and besides he had a family to support.
Kitty, his wife of twenty years; worked as a nurse at the local hospital; but was vastly underpaid. The apple-of-his-eye , his twenty year old daughter Laurie; was bouncing between schools and had never worked; and then there was his son Eric; the dumb-ass. Red guessed he was a good enough kid; he got great grades in high school; had never been in any real trouble; but he was a wise ass and had all those worthless friends who just hung out in the Foreman basement and mooched off of Red.
Truth be told; the only thing Eric had ever done wrong was to be born two years after Laurie. She would always be Red's favorite, and no matter what Eric did, it would never please Red. Most days now, while Eric was in school, and Kitty was at work; Red would putter around the house and watch TV , while waiting for the phone to ring with a job offer.
Never in a hundred years would Red have thought it possible; but he was now in the habit of watching the "soaps" every afternoon. His neighbor Midge was to blame. She had started coming over every afternoon while he was reading the "help-wanted" ads in the paper; and turning on the TV. She said she had always come over and watched with Kitty, until she had gone to work full-time. At first Red was annoyed as hell, but over time he had been sucked into the story lines of the "afternoon dramas."
Now, every day you could find Red and Midge sitting next to each other on the Foreman sofa; Red with a beer in his hand, and Midge with a martini. Sometimes, after a few beers, Red would begin to notice what an absolutely stunning woman Midge really was. She was a former model with an angelic face, who had kept herself in great shape; and she never wore a bra. Red was guessing her breasts must be about 38D's , and as firm as one of Kitty's jello molds. She was a tall, brunette ; with an ass so taught you could bounce a quarter off it. Sometimes when they were sitting next to each other, her long hair would fall onto Red's shoulder and he caught himself breathing in the pleasing scent of her strawberry shampoo.
"That Bob is one lucky bastard," Red thought to himself on more than one occasion. How the hell could she have married that fat loser. Bob, Midge's husband and Red's neighbor, was short, fat and wore a toupee that looked like a Brillo pad.
Midge watched the soaps as an escape from reality; dreaming of what her life could have been like. She had been a model with a promising career; dating a rich and powerful man. She had become pregnant, with her daughter Donna, before she discovered the man was already married. He had made it clear that he was done with her; and if she ever tried to contact him again, he would hurt her and her unborn child. The pregnancy, of course, put an end to her modeling career (unwed mothers were viewed somewhat differently in 1960), and she was left with no means of support.
That was when she met Bob; a naive small business owner who could bring stability to her life. She had made it seem like he was seducing her, and he never questioned her pregnancy. Midge would go to her grave with the secret that Bob was not really Donna's father. Her life now was not glamorous; but she had friends; a wonderful teenage daughter; and a husband who adored and supported her. The only real problem was that she was still in her prime sexually, and Bob's short stubby penis did not satisfy her needs; neither did the various objects and vegetables she had tried over the years.
Today , after a couple martinis ; she had been giving Red the once over with her eyes. This was a real man, she thought to herself; one who probably knew just how to please a woman. He had been out in the garage working on his old beat-up Datsun, and when he had come inside; grabbed a beer out of the fridge; and sat down beside her to watch their "stories,' he had been all sweaty and pumped.
The longer she stared at Red; the more she fantasized about what kind of lover he would be...how large his penis might be. She fixed herself a third martini from the Foreman bar; settled back down next to Red; and they both became engrossed in the storyline of the "soap." It involved a beautiful woman seducing her naive, hunky neighbor while their respective spouses were at work .
"That crap never happens in real life," announced Red, "that's why these shows are so unrealistic."
"Oh, I don't know," Midge answered, "I can see something like that happening. Especially if the woman wasn't fulfilled at home."
"I guess," Red remarked as he returned from the kitchen with another beer.
As the story on the tube continued to get more steamy; Midge continued to get more horny, until she snuggled up tight next to Red and almost innocently reached over and stroked his chest through his shirt. Red was so engrossed in the TV that he didn't even notice until Midge lay her head on his shoulder and blew her breath on his ear.
He jerked his head to the side; took notice of her large nipples poking through her shirt; and asked, "What is this all about, Midge?"
"You know Red; you are a very sexy man. I've noticed you staring at my chest a few times; have you ever wondered what my breasts look like naked," Midge inquired innocently.
Normally Red would have been tongue-tied, or agitated; but the beers had loosened his tongue as he replied, " I have to admit Midge; I've always thought that Bob was one lucky bastard. I think every man in the neighborhood has fantasized about you."
"Well, this just might be the lucky day for one of those men," Midge promised.
She continued to massage Red's chest; let her hand drop onto his crotch; and took hold of the sizable bulge in his jeans. She turned his head toward hers; clamped her luscious lips onto his; and let her tongue flow into his mouth where it was eagerly met by his. Midge looped her leg over top of Red's and straddled his lap facing him. She broke their kiss; reached down; grasped the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted it over her head and off.
