An old friend had just moved back into town after ten years away in the big city, and I was trying to keep my hopes down. I had always liked Cora, she was funny and wicked smart, but not afraid to admit that she likes Xanadu. No, not the stately pleasure dome that Kubla Kahn did decree, but the roller skating travesty of a musical with Olivia Newton-John. And you know what? So do I.
Cora was a petite thing, but curvy - like the actress who plays Bernadette on the Big Bang Theory - but Cora had a sweeter face with smaller features, almost innocent. It was always a half-surprise when she would tell a dirty joke or talk trash about a co-worker, not just 'cuz of her angelic features but she also happened to be a good person. Her career in development meant she raised money for charities, what was a better gig than that?
Nothing had ever passed between us, except good laughs and warm feelings, but right before she left town, I had accidentally got a glimpse of her changing into a swimsuit at a friend's house, and the sight of her half-naked body seared into my memory; her D Cup tits looked almost comically large on her 5'-2" inch frame, and my mouth watered at the sight of her sweet suckable nipples, and her legs! Wow! Compact and strong, I remember staring at them as my fingers involuntarily flexed in and out from the desire to caress and squeeze them...
It had been hard to be her friend those last couple days. I was actually glad to see her go, it was becoming exhausting not to look at her tits-- does that makes sense? Perhaps it's an exhaustion only confident Heterosexuals con understand. Maybe lesbians? Well, unirregardless, that was ten years later and now she was coming back and I was totally cool about it! Yup! I had grown a lot, done a lot, and felt a lot more sure of myself than back then. Although I treasured that peek as a naughty memory, I had no expectations of Cora at all. We were just going to be old pals meeting again, right? Right.
Wrong.
As soon as she hugged me in the lobby of the restaurant, I knew I was in trouble. She was just as cute as before, except more so. She had gained a little weight, but it suited her somehow. Her warm smile was the same as was her big frizzie hair style, and when she hugged me and pulled me close to her, my cock got half hard right away. The hell? I wasn't some teen-ager! I had no right to expect any kind of physical Anything from Cora. I tried a deep breath to relax, but instead I breathed in her scent, a soft mix of skin and perfume. Damn. I called upon the powers of Miss Manners and Baseball and successfully nailed down my game face.
Dinner was wonderful! She was the same fun person she always was, but with extra stories to share about the weird world of fund raising. Soon, we were laughing and teasing each other just like before. I was about to ask for the check, when she asked me a question.
"So do you know about the neighborhood my new house is in?"
"Remind me of the address."
"2330 Clear Lake Boulevard."
"Oh, wow, that's where all those huge ranch-style homes are. Built back in the 50's. Big lawns, too."
"I guess you do know about it."
"Lots of good estate sales in that neighborhood."
"You still go to estate sales? I swear, you were born an old man."
"Ha! I could teach you a thing or two, whipper-snapper! Why do you ask about the neighborhood?"
She looked at me quizzically for a few seconds without saying anything.
"What?" I asked while laughing. "Is the place haunted? Are you worried it's built on top of an old cemetery?"
She wasn't laughing back. "Would you mind coming by the house? I think it would be a lot easier just to show you."
I gave her the slant eye, "Show me what?"
"Honestly, I'm not sure how to describe it. Can you just come over and take a look? Please? For me?"
"Yeah sure. Let me get the bill and..."
"Nope, you're doing me a favor, I'll get it."
I didn't argue.
We left and met back up at her place, which was indeed one of the sprawling ranch homes that were built just after World War II. I grinned walking up her driveway. "Oh my yes, this kind of house are the best for estate sales."
"Why is that?", Cora asked.
"It's all the military bases here in the city. Four of them. So a lot of officers retire here after serving overseas. They're upper middle class, and they love to buy things while they travel, which means rooms full of surprises and treasures."
"Yeah, all kinds of surprises." Cora had a wry smile on her face.
That's hard to do, you know, a wry smile. Try it. See?
She led me inside to an empty front room which led to a mostly empty house. Well, except for the wall to wall carpeting. A deep shag puke-yellow carpeting which seemed to run everywhere. With that horrible carpeting on the floor, no room would ever be truly empty.
With a hospital serious tone, I gently put my hands on Cora's shoulders. "Cora, you need to know something. If you installed this carpet yourself... we can never be friends again."
She laughed and playfully batted my hands away. "Shut up you clown. It's over here, in the basement."
I barked out a single derisive laugh.
"What?", Cora asked.
"The Basement. Really?"
Her brow furrowed. "Yes. The Basement."
"Honey, this is Central Texas, homes built after 1940 don't have basements. Too much flooding. Now I know you're messing with me."
She turned and walked away while answering me, "Well, unirregardless, there is a basement in this Central Texas house, and as to messing with you....that remains to be seen."
Indeed?
I scrambled to catch up with her at what seemed to be a linen closet. Cora was looking at me.
"This look like a linen closet? Right?"
