You met Kelly in
The Day That Never Happened.
In that story, good friends Will and Kelly spent an afternoon together that turned into an unexpected sexual adventure. This was their first time together, and Kelly asked Will to promise never to speak of it again for the sake of their friendship. After that day, they both pretended as if it had never happened. This story continues months later; the Fall Semester has just begun, and the friends find their bond has grown even stronger.
Several weeks into the fall semester, Will joins Kelly for an evening discussing their recent adventures over beer and pizza.
-- Monday, Monday --
As I step out of my building, I am greeted by the bright setting sun reflecting off the shop windows across the street. The sun streaming through the parting clouds has drastically improved an otherwise dreary day. I put on my sunglasses and enjoy the crisp fall air on my face--the still-wet street glimmers as the street lights turn on one after the other. The light snows of the last several days turned into rain today, foreshadowing an unseasonably warm forecast for the week. The weather in October can be crazy here on the border, as evidenced by today's rain washing away the remnants of last week's snow.
My roommate Ray and I moved into this new apartment a few weeks ago. We were evicted from our first place. We found a note from our sweet elderly landlord saying we were too loud and had to move. It was a nice note, but it was still an eviction. We got lucky and found an apartment on the edge of downtown. Our new place is much better; the pharmacy below us closes at 6 p.m., and a cute 30-something woman lives across the hall. We are much closer to school, the bars downtown, and Kelly's flat.
The winds have calmed down, so I am comfortable in my sweats and a light jacket as I walk down Ashmun to Kelly's apartment. The setting sun is shining, and the temperature is mild. I enjoy the fresh air on my face as I walk.
I'm excited to see Kelly and catch up with her. The last time we talked was a week ago last Friday. She unexpectedly disappeared after we went bar-hopping that Friday night. It is unusual for her not to return my calls. So I was happy to see her today, and she invited me over for pizza tonight. I'm curious about where she's been this last week, and we have a lot to talk about.
As I cross the bridge, a cold gust of wind blows down the canal, surprising me. I should have expected it. The wind whips through my hair, and I can feel the chill in the air. I shiver and pull my jacket tighter around me, making me reconsider wearing a light jacket. That thought is short-lived once I reach the protection of the buildings on the other side of the canal.
Minutes later, I am climbing the back stairs to Kelly's apartment. I see Kelly through the window, framed in the waning light of the day. Her petite body is sparsely dressed, wearing only shorts and a tight white t-shirt, her feet clad in Red Ball Jets. I take a deep breath and knock on the door.
Kelly and I enjoy a strong friendship, even after our ill-advised sexual encounter on the day that never happened. We both agreed it was an exceptional experience but vowed never to discuss it. She had a boyfriend, I fucked around, and we didn't want it to ruin our growing friendship. We kept our vow, never speaking of that afternoon or trying to relive it.
Over the weeks and months that followed, our friendship grew deeper and more intimate, albeit not physically. We are comfortable sharing our most profound and private secrets. We can tell each other anything, and we do. Kelly talks to me about her problems with guys, and I share my problems with girls. We advise each other on matters of relationships and sex. We share the intimate details of our sexual experiences. She educates me on the woman's perspective, and I educate her on the man's.
Returning for our third year, we continue where we left off. Our work and class schedules are happily synchronized, allowing us to see each other more often than the previous year. Moving to the new apartment means we walk home together two or three afternoons a week. Neither of us is dating, and we spend a lot of time hanging out. As we spend more and more time together, we get to know each other better and better. We have a lot in common and always have a good time together.
I'm starting to develop deeper feelings for Kelly and wistfully hope for the possibility of a more physical relationship. It is typical of me to start thinking about sex, even to the detriment of a friendship. I push those thoughts down when they arise. I like what we have built between us. Why complicate things?
As I walk into her apartment this October evening, I can't foresee how complicated things will become.
-- Talk Talk --
"Tell me you brought beer, because...,, that's the last of mine"
Kelly holds up her empty beer bottle before setting it on the counter and turning back to the sink to finish washing her dishes. Her spandex shorts form like shiny black skin on her upper thighs and ass. I see no trace of a panty line and wonder if she is wearing any. Kelly's white t-shirt is just as tight, and I see no bra strap beneath it. It looks like I will be teased by her fine body tonight. It isn't the first time, and probably won't be the last. Looking away, I place my bookbag on one of the kitchen chairs, open it, and pull two six-packs from it
"Yup, I hope a dozen is enough. It's a school night."
I set the Michalob cans on the table and take off my windbreaker, hanging it on the back of the same chair.
"I hope so, but I'm feeling a little frisky tonight. Did you bring any smoke.?"
Did she say "frisky?"
"Of course, Kelbell, the Will-man always provides."
I pull out a small bag of weed and some papers and place them on the table before pulling one can out of the plastic rings.
"Ready for another?"
Holding my hand out with a beer for her, Kelly sets the last glass in the drain, turns off the water, and dries her hands with a towel. Throwing the towel on the dish drain, she turns around. Kelly is wearing the T-shirt I gave her last year as a gag gift. It's white cotton with the words "BULL SHIT" in two rows of big black letters across the front. The shirt fits tightly to her petite frame and forms around her perfect B-cup breasts like it was painted on. The black letters almost hide her nipples, creating two noticeable black points at the front of her orbs.
Fuck, does she know how much of a tease she is? Does she do this to get me aroused and then send me home? God, if she does this on purpose, that is a pretty fucked up thing to do to a friend.
"Sure, am."
Kelly notices my stare and looks down at her body.
"I hope you don't mind. I did a little workout and didn't bother to change. I didn't sweat much, but I will shower if you think I stink. I'd happily do that for my Willie Boy."
I exaggerate, sniffing the air.
"Nope, you're good. I get notes of Tea Tree, Sure, Dawn, and marijuana.
We laugh as Kelly takes the beer from my hand. With an appreciative smile, she opens it and sits at the table. I take another off the six-pack and put the remaining cans in the refrigerator. When I turn back, Kelly examines the weed, sticks her nose in the open baggy, and takes a deep breath. I pull out the other chair and sit across from her.
"Mmmmm, this smells good."
"Should be; it cost enough. It's supposed to be a California Sensimilla. I think it's an Indica; it has a chill buzz, a lot like hash."
"You didn't pre-roll; you got some work to do, Willie-boy. Spin one up; you roll way better than I do."
Kelly hands me the bag and watches me intently as I crumble a large bud into a pile on the table. Taking a drink, she leans forward with her elbow and breasts resting on the top of the table. I'm briefly distracted by her tits but return to the task.
"So? How did it go Friday night with Sally? Did you make out okay?"
Kelly acts like we saw each other yesterday, not after a week of radio silence. She referred to when we went bar hopping a week ago last Friday. We both found hookups to sleep with that night. This has become a regular thing for us since the start of the semester. We go to the bars, see who looks interesting, and pick someone up. We help each other find a good hookup and sometimes make a game out of it. Kelly can always find a guy to fuck; women can always find a willing guy. I, on the other hand, as a man, have a more difficult time. As such, some nights, I end up going home alone. Last Friday was not one of those nights.
"Hold on, where have you been for the last week? You've been MIA, and I was worried.
"I had to take care of a few things, no big deal, I'll tell you about it later. So how was Sally."
Kelly's being cagy, and I consider pressing her on it, but let it drop.
"It was okay, I guess."
Shrugging my shoulders, I focus on rolling the first joint.
"Okay? It was only okay? Didn't you take Sally home? She was all into you. I was all but certain you'd get all into her."
Sally is a freshman and an acquaintance of Kelly's from her hometown. I had struck out with someone earlier, and Kelly stepped in as my wingman and introduced me to Sally.
Licking the adhesive on the rolling paper, I seal the joint and spin the ends for good measure. I lay it on the table and pick up another rolling paper.
"Oh, yeah, she spent the night, and I took her to breakfast the next day."
"I thought so. I saw Sally yesterday, and she couldn't stop talking about you. She didn't go into details but said it was the best night since early summer. She went out of her way to thank me for introducing you two."
Not looking up, I sprinkle weed into the folded paper for the second joint.
"Uh, huh. Sally was fun."
"You don't sound very enthused. What gives? Sally spent the night, and you took her to breakfast; you must've had sex. Come on, tell Kelbell what happened."
