Mark never had luck with the ladies all throughout his life… As a matter of opinion Mark was pretty much just clueless when it came to reading the signals of the opposite sex… He described himself as that guy who always took that wrong turn into the friend zone when it came to women.
Tracy was outgoing and always ready to party and on top of that she was also the life of the party. When Mark had first met Tracy, 12 years earlier, it was when he had first started dating his current wife Amy. Tracy was and still is Amy’s best friend. Mark had thought Tracy to be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen chalking her up to unattainable as not only was he involved with Amy but Tracy’s husband had certainly landed her first.
Whenever the 2 couples had gone out Mark had always stolen glances toward Tracy and marveled at the extreme sensuality that just would seem to exude from her skin. Soon Tracy was feeling down on herself because she had always had a small chest. With money saved she went out and got herself a set of perky C’s and marveled that they still gave milk to her children.
As Mark’s wife got pregnant sex for Mark was an obsession that border lined for him as an addiction… Even as a young adult Mark masturbated everyday and that pattern never really went away. When he was first married masturbation was not needed, however it seemed his wife slowly drifted away from the enjoyment of sex. It always seemed like a chore.
The jokester in Mark emboldened him to give Tracy a fun little present for her 30th birthday, a giant vibrator. The look on Tracy’s face as she opened it in front of her family was priceless… Even Tracy’s dad had laughed very openly about it. The following year when it was Mark’s turn to enter the age of 30, Tracy returned the joke by purchasing Mark a vibrating sheath with lips.
As the years went on Mark never stopped looking at Tracy with wishful thoughts he thought would ever come true. He had heard Tracy had once strayed from her marriage and the strain had almost torn that marriage apart. A part of Mark had wished he was the one she was straying with but he had figured it was never to be.
On a Hot 4th of July, Tracy had convinced her husband to host a party. Many friends had volunteered to bring objects and food to make the party a grand event. Mark’s wife had a turkey that Mark’s best friend Colin would cook on his grill and that he would bring for the occasion. Music was set-up around the pool.
Mark liked to party as much as anyone else… However he always felt awkward at pool parties. Mark never felt he had the greatest body. In high school he was a skinny tall dork. At 32 a paunch had developed and he liked to consider the rest of his body at the very least a nice “wiry build.”
So with t-shirt on and swimsuit Mark sat and watched the kids swim in the pool sipping his cold beer. It was then Tracy came strolling out with a platter full of hotdogs and hamburgers for the kids. Mark watched as she fiddled with the controls of her old grill. It was then Mark decided maybe he should be the gentleman and go help her.
Even after all the kids, Mark could not help but look at Tracy. Sure she had 5 kids and a few stretch marks here and there, But God she still looked good. Mark being a pretty fair cook on the grill, took over as Tracy helped out by keeping the buns and cheese in supply, and a full beer at hand for Mark.
They talked about the weather, the kids, and suddenly Mark commented about some moist meat. Tracy looked at Mark with a killer little grin and asked: “You like moist meat? Well, I like hard meat!”
“Oh not mine, Tracy…” Mark nervously said but getting braver he blurted: “But I sure do love licking a good moist piece of female meat though.”
“Really!?!?” Tracy said conspiratorially
“Oh sure Tracy I could do it for hours…” Mark said as he flipped some burgers.
“Hours?!?!” God, your wife is so lucky…”
“Yeah, Well my wife doesn’t let me do that very often ever since she got pregnant.” Mark said with obvious disappointment.
“Wow, Really?” Tracy asked. “Oh my God Mark I better get these burgers to the kids before I turn even redder or we have a kid’s riot”
Nothing else was said. Mark really did not think much about it. It was not until much later that Mark learned that the same could not be said about Tracy.
It was a sunny hot Wednesday afternoon. Mark was working re-coding the job section of his company’s small website. The HR director wanted it done that day so Mark was looking at, at least a half hours worth of overtime. Mark’s wife Amy called: “Tracy has invited us over for burgers and hotdogs by the pool tonight Mark.”
“I’m gonna be a little late honey so why don’t you bring the boy over and I will meet you guys there.” Mark said with a little disappointment.
“Ok honey call us if you are going to be any later.” as she quickly hung up.
Mark showed up at about a quarter to seven. The kids were all hungry so Mark arrived just in time to cook burgers and dogs again. All the kids expressed gratefulness that Mark was cooking them again as apparently he did a real good job at the 4th of July party.
The Beer came out and Mark quickly caught up getting a nice buzz. As he went inside to go to the bathroom he bumped into Tracy as she was wrapping up some leftovers. It was just her and Mark.
“Hi honey” Tracy said with a mild slur and a smile. Then her face took on a serious look. “God Mark, can I just tell you? Ever since you told me you could lick for hours I had a dream about you…. And let me tell you, in my dream, you were really good…” She said with a laugh…
“Oh…. Ahhhhh Really? Huh….” Mark became suddenly dry and nervous. He had no response. I mean really he thought to himself how do you respond to that?
With a shrug he went into the bathroom and as he came out Tracy was leaning on the doorway to the kitchen waiting for him… “Really good Mark! A little piece of heaven was in that dream…”
“Oh…. Uhhhh well…. Huh….” Words failed him so he walked outside got a fresh beer and watched the kids swim. As he sat looking he noticed the pool area was very messy… Candy wrappers from all the kids, pool toys scattered all over. As Mark’s wife approached with their 2 year old son she announced that they should get him into bed.
“You go on home honey. I’ll stay and help clean up this place... It’s a shambles”
