Social Networking is an amazing thing. Eric Paulsen had finally caved and created an online account. It didn't take long before friends and family were coming out of the woodwork, flooding him with Friend Requests. He hadn't been back to his hometown in the Midwest in years, yet his old high school buddies managed to track him down in no time flat. One request in particular though, had caught his eye; Traci Brown. He hadn't heard or thought of that name in over a decade. They had been inseparable friends from as far back as he could remember, until he blew out of town for life in the big city of course. She stayed behind and apart from a letter or two those first few months, he hadn't seen nor heard from her. Yet, after all this time, here was a little electronic sign from her that she had remembered him as fondly as he remembered her.
Over the next few months, Eric and Traci fell into their old banter via emails, texting and even a few phone conversations. Eric satisfied his wife's raised eyebrows at him talking with some girl from his past by pulling out his yearbook and showing her the picture of the tomboyish girl who was his friend. It was actually Jen Paulsen who suggested that Eric invite Traci to come out and visit to catch up. The idea hadn't even occurred to Eric but he floated it by Traci anyway and she excitedly accepted the invitation.
That's how it came to be that Traci Brown was standing on the front step of the Paulsen home in eastern Pennsylvania after landing just an hour before from her flight from Phoenix, Arizona. She rapped her knuckles on the door in quick succession three times and heard footsteps coming quickly down the stairs. The door opened, revealing a wide smile across the unmistakable face of Eric Paulsen. After a quick embrace, he grabbed her suitcase and welcomed her into the house. Eric hoped he hadn't let his face give away his surprise at Traci's appearance; where there once had been a plain-Jane tomboy, was now a stunning beauty that no one could mistake as anything but a woman. Her hair that had been held in a ponytail beneath a ball cap for his entire mind's eye was now a flowing wave of curls that just barely reached her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. She had always been athletic, but her sweats and baggy clothes of yesteryear had been hiding a set of perfect 34C breasts and an ass that would stop traffic, all resting upon a long set of shapely legs. Her body aside, Eric couldn't believe how she was dressed! She had a tight, pink, button down blouse that hugged her figure, with the top few buttons undone showing just enough cleavage to draw looks, but not enough to be inappropriate and a short pair of shorts that were a hair too long to be Daisy Dukes. Her four inch stilettos made her just below his eye-level at an even six foot. He placed her baggage down at the base of the stairs and led her into the kitchen to meet Jen.
As Jen looked up from making some margarita mix in the blender, she couldn't have been more surprised than if Cindy Crawford had entered the house. She couldn't believe that this was the same person that Eric had pointed out to her in the yearbook. She shot him a suspicious look, but from his expression she could tell he was just as shocked. Jen was no slouch in her own right; her straight blonde hair was cut in a sophisticated but edgy look that came down just below her jawline. She was a regular at the gym and was in fantastic shape, with just enough muscularity in her build to show she was strong, but not enough to detract from her femininity. She was athletic and petite and her proportions were perfect for her height at 5'7". Her pert 36Cs were hidden behind a sexy little sundress that settled just above the knee, showing off her well-toned legs. She was a hottie. Even so, she couldn't help but feel a slight pang of jealousy over this stunning woman entering her home with her husband in tow. She recovered quickly and stepped around the kitchen island to give her husband's childhood pal a warm welcome.
The three of them sat around that island having your usual conversations when people are meeting for the first time or reintroducing themselves after an extended absence in one another's lives. What do you do? How long have you been married? Where did you two meet? Whatever happened to so and so? As the drinks flowed, the three of them began to get comfortable. Despite her initial misgivings, Jen had to acknowledge to herself that she really liked Traci, and could see how a young Eric could be her buddy. Despite her appearance, she could still rattle off the starting 9 Yankees and other sports information that Jen couldn't begin to comprehend. Yet, on the other hand, she was definitely feminine and there was no shortage in subjects for the two women to connect over. Before they realized it, early afternoon had become evening.
"Oh my gosh, look at the time!" Jen uttered suddenly. They had been so lost in their conversation that they hadn't even seen the sun begin to set out the back window. "I meant to start dinner an hour ago!" she moaned regretfully. "Oh don't go to a fuss about me," Traci answered, "I'm good with pizza and beer."
"There's the Traci I remember!" said Eric with a laugh. "Pizza and beer it is!"
"If you don't mind, I'd just like to freshen up a bit before, if you could just point me in the direction of where I'm staying?" Traci asked.
"Sure. Eric, hon, why don't you order the pizza and I'll show Traci upstairs." Eric nodded his acceptance of the request and moved off to grab the phone and the menu. As the phone rang against his ear, he couldn't keep his mind from drifting back to the view he had when Traci had walked into the kitchen ahead of him earlier. He didn't think Jen had caught him, but he had been transfixed by the sway of Traci's hips and had stared at her ass since she crossed the threshold of the front door. He had been asking himself, 'had that ass been there all the time?' and it took the third asking of, "Hello?" by the pizza parlor to snap him back to the present. By the time he had finished placing the order, the girls were walking back down the stairs giggling all the way.
"What's so funny?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh nothing," said Jen. "Just hearing some stories from your childhood that you neglected to mention," she said with a laugh.
With only a slight bit of nervousness in his voice, Eric asked, "Oh man, where are those beers?"
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In the thirty minutes it had taken for the pizza to arrive, the hours of drinking had begun to catch up with them. Jen answered the door to a pizza delivery boy who must have just graduated from high school. She had left the cash in the kitchen and had him come in to unload them right on the counter. The young man thought he hit the jackpot and was already admiring Jen's rear as he followed her into the kitchen when he saw Traci standing there, slightly bent over the island talking to Eric, her shorts riding high at the odd angle she was leaning. He was totally busted as he stood transfixed for several seconds in the kitchen doorway. Traci turned to look his way as Jen walked past her to grab the bills that were resting on the counter. She gave him a little wiggle before turning around to face him with a slight smile.
"I hope you got sausage on the pizza Eric, I just LOVE sausage," she said naughtily, looking right at the delivery boy. He didn't even see Jen trying to give him the money for the pizza until she waved it in front of his face.
