Buddy and I had been friends ever since grammar school. We also had gone to the same high school together and had been co-captains of the championship football team. We finally wound up working for the same sporting goods store in New Jersey.
We also had dated the same girl in high school. Debbie had been a cheerleader for the football team, and she was every guy's dream of what a cheerleader should be: five foot six, 110 pounds, dark brown curly hair, and a figure other girls would have died for. She looked a lot like Katie Holmes before she met Tom Cruise. I had dated her first and naturally had tried to get into her panties but had not succeeded. She said she wanted to "save it." I guess who she ended up saving it for was Buddy, since she started dating him in the last year of school, and they were married a year after we all graduated. I was the best man at their wedding.
Now it was two years later, and we were all still friends. Buddy and I had two other male friends, Roger and Tony, who also had been on the football team, and all of us were BIG sports fans. During football season, we would all get together at a different person's house or apartment every Sunday to enjoy football, beer, maybe a little Jack Daniels, and a modest buffet.
We all had wives, but only one of the wives, Angie, was a football fan. The rest, including Debbie, were a little resentful about being ignored on "Football Sunday" but at least would agree to put together the buffet. Then they were "out of it" and usually would go shopping or something like that.
We were scheduled to go to Buddy's house for the Super Bowl game, so Debbie had put together the cooler of beer, the one-fifth of Jack Daniels and had ordered three pizzas with different toppings. To get us in the mood for the game, she had worn her old high school blue-and-gold cheerleader's outfit, and she looked really cute in it.
"Is that it?" she asked when she had finished setting up the pizzas, glasses, Jack Daniels and the cooler of beer on the floor.
"I guess," Buddy said, "Are you sure you don't want to watch the game with us?" Everyone else had arrived by that time.
"There's nothing more boring than the Stupor Bowl," she said, pouring herself a Jack Daniels on the rocks. "So I think I'll just go to our bedroom, watch a porn movie, and masturbate." She held up her drink and looked around. "Anyone care to join me?"
Boy, that got everyone's attention. No one knew quite how to react. I got a kick out of Debbie. She always was a very outspoken—even in school—and would say anything that came to her mind.
"Debbie, you are too much!" Angie chortled.
"Very funny," Buddy said.
"Okay, if you would rather watch the game." Debbie turned and flipped up the back of her pleated skirt, displaying her royal blue cheerleader pants. Then she walked down the hall to their bedroom and closed the door.
"She's just kidding, right?" I asked, as the game came on.
"I don't know. Why don't you find out?" Buddy suggested.
"And now you're just kidding, right?"
"I'm sure she's kidding," Buddy responded. "But you never know with Debbie. Don't ever double-dog-dare her on anything, or she'll do it. She once gave me a blowjob at the top of the summer carnival ferris wheel because I double-dog-dared her."
"Buddy!" Angie admonished.
"It's true."
"No kidding?" I asked.
"No kidding."
"Could I just peek and see if she's watching a movie? And I'll let you know."
"Sure."
