Being dumped by a girl you had been going with for six months hurt. Having her hook up with a good friend hurt even more, especially knowing that he was enjoying her fine attributes. As a result like so many in our society I turned to the bottle and went on a bender which is defined as drinking my rye whiskey around the clock, smoking my brand of choice Camel non filters, and just enough food to sustain me. I was crying in my whiskey and not happy about what happened to me. This hadn't been the first time and as I look back I could say it was a turning point in my drinking.
On the third day when I had a moment of sobriety I got the idea that two can play at this game. I picked up the phone and called her friend Janet who I knew from a double date once. Janet was what you would call plain. Tall and a little on the hefty side she had plain brown eyes, big nose, small prim looking mouth, pure white skin that had not seen the sun for a long time, and overall very ordinary looking except for one thing. It appeared she had a really nice pair of tits, the kind that are 'D' cup size, tight cleavage, and they stuck out straight from her body with no sag.
I talked to Janet on the phone starting off the conversation with small talk/chit-chat and then casually mentioned that Kathy dumped me for Rick. When I told her I'd been drinking night and day trying to forget she offered to come over for a visit. I asked her to wait for an hour while I cleaned up and she agreed. An hour later there was a knock on the door which I opened.
"Hi Janet, it's good to see you."
"Good to see you as well," as I wobbled ever so slightly. "Have a seat on the couch and I'll get you a drink. Is whiskey and soda okay?"
"I'll have that if that's what you've been drinking."
"Be right back with a couple."
I went to the kitchen, found two clean glasses, and opened the freezer for some ice and the refrigerator for the soda water. In a minute I had one glass in each hand, walked to the couch, set the glasses on the coffee table, and sat down next to her.
"I want to thank you for coming over. I really appreciate an open ear to talk to."
"That's what friends are for," she replied as she took a small sip of her drink.
I moved a little closer to her so our thighs were touching and turned and faced her. She made no effort to move so I assumed it was okay.
"What bothers me the most Janet is I know that he's playing with her titties which I use to call mine. I had become addicted to those pink tipped mountains."
"Don," she replied, adjusting her sweatshirt making her tits even more evident, "you've got to let go and get on with your life. Relationships are at best fragile."
I took a good belt of my whiskey and nodded to her in agreement. She reached out and grabbed my free hand squeezing it gently and I leaned over and gave her a small kiss on her cheek. As I did that my eyes focused on her breasts and I immediately got the idea that these were ones to be sampled. I know she could see my eyes and she arched her back ever so slightly and took another swallow of her drink, finishing it.
"Why don't you make me another one?" she asked, holding the glass up.
"Be right back," I said as I got up from my relaxed position and went back to the kitchen to make her another one. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that she was looking through a small pile on the coffee table and she stopped when she saw a DVD of Christy Canyon, a series of 10 minute clips from several of her films.
"I've heard about her," as she held it up in one of her hands. "Why don't you put it on so I can see what my boyfriend has been talking about?"
Feeling at this point that I was between a rock and a hard place I replied "Okay."