Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story.
My name is Derek Weathers. Among my very earliest memories are playing with my friend, Jerry Sanders. The Sanders family had lived in the neighborhood long before we moved to town, just a little while before I was to start first grade. Jerry lived in the middle of the next block, while we lived in the corner house across the dividing street.
The day after we moved in, Jerry wandered down and watched and before long we had become friends. We played together every day until school started, then went to the same school, wound up in the same class with the same teacher. Jerry had never liked reading and was slow to pick up on the book stuff. I'd been reading for three years so I helped him with the book stuff and he showed me his tree house hideout. He introduced me to Gene and Clarence, then to Ann and Della – the guys were allowed in the hideout, the girls were not.
Everyday, on the way to school, I stopped at Jerry's so we could ride our bikes the four blocks to school together. In the afternoon after we'd done his homework (I always finished mine before we left school), he'd teach me to play Monopoly and Battleship. When Dad had an emergency and had to take a man to the hospital in town, he knew exactly where I'd be and Mrs. Sanders agreed to watch me until he got back home, however long it took.
As the years passed, the only things that changed were the games we played – well, and the courses of study I helped Jerry through. In junior high, I was into the advanced classes while he took the basic courses, always doing just enough to pass. In high school, it was more of the same thing.
Jerry was a little more confident around girls than I was. We double-dated some times and I was almost always with one of his cast-offs or a girl he talked into going out with me. Even when we were old enough to try sex, it was usually shared; Jerry would get the girl hot and bothered, get her clothes off her and screw her; then I'd get sloppy seconds. Not that I minded – I certainly loved the ladies and just because my friend had already gotten a piece didn't mean that she had any less for me when my turn came.
After we graduated from college, our paths diverged for the first time. Jerry enrolled in a beauty college – yes, he had always wanted to be a classic stylist that took care of the movie stars and rich ladies. In the meantime, I went 320 miles away to a college noted for its engineering programs. For four years, I saw very little of Jerry. However I had learned something from him; I didn't have many problems getting pussy while I was away at school.
After I graduated, I was offered a job with a major manufacturing firm in the city that I claimed as my home town, although I had actually grown up in one of the much smaller suburbs. The job was a good one so I took it and moved back home until I could get a few paychecks and afford my own place.
I'd been back for only about ten days when I ran into Jerry driving a new sports car turning into the driveway of his parents' house. I stopped and we greeted each other like long lost brothers. Jerry told me that he'd graduated from school two years before, started work for a salon in the city and then, a couple of months before, had started his own place. Oh, yes, while he was in school, he had met and married a sweet young lady. I was surprised – no, shocked. I always thought Jerry would play the field forever.
Jerry and his wife, Janie, had bought a condo in a complex about halfway between his parents' house and his shop. He invited me to have dinner with them that Friday. He could introduce me to his wife and show me his new home. After he assured me that she wouldn't mind, I accepted.
Three days later, I made my way carefully through the maze of recently constructed condos until I found their address. I had to admit that it was a very nice looking place from the outside.
Jerry greeted me at the door just as we always had as kids. He took me inside and showed me around, going upstairs and back to the main floor before going into the kitchen. There he introduced me to his wife.
Janie was a very pretty young woman – no, beautiful would be a better description. She was tall at about 5' 9" but probably didn't weigh over 115, giving her a slender look. She seemed to be lacking up top, in the chest area, based on my personal preference but she had a slim waist above well-rounded hips, which was definitely to my liking. I had to repress my desires and remember that she was my best friend's wife.
I don't remember what we ate for dinner – it was good but the company was better. Janie joined in the conversation just like she had been one of us growing up. She laughed at our recollections of the many funny times we'd had over the years, added a few of her own, and made me feel welcome in their home.
I finally said my thank yous and goodbyes and headed home. However Sunday afternoon, Jerry called and said that he and Janie wanted to invite me back for another dinner on Friday night. I accepted his invitation.
I took a change of clothes to work with me Friday and used the showers in the mill department to freshen up – and kill a little time – before heading to Jerry and Janie's. I arrived at seven o'clock. Janie was just putting the finishing touches on dinner and Jerry and I helped her put it on the table.
During dinner, Jerry reminded me that our favorite major league baseball team was playing out of town that evening, meaning that their game would be carried on one of the local TV channels. He invited me to stay and watch the game. When I hesitated, Janie said she'd also like for me to stay.
After dinner, I helped Janie clear the table while Jerry went to the bathroom. Then we adjourned to the den, where Jerry had the TV on the channel for the game. I sat on one end of the sofa and Janie sat on the other end, while Jerry sat in an easy chair beside her.
I slumped down into the soft cushion, my legs stretched out in front of me, and leaned back into the soft cushion. I felt good – tired from an honest day's work but full of good food and in good company. The pre-game show was boring and Jerry turned the sound down.
"Hey, Derek!" Jerry exclaimed. "Do you ever think about the old days? When we were in high school? When we'd go out on double-dates?"
"Yeah, I haven't forgotten."
Janie had slumped down on the sofa very much like me. Her eyes were closed.
"Those were some pretty good days, weren't they?"
"Yeah, not bad. But then, so are these."
"Right. But I was thinking about ... some of those times when we screwed the same girls. That was fun."
I thought for a bit, a little embarrassed by this talk in front of Janie. "Uh, huh," I agreed.
Janie's face changed into a little smirky smile but her eyes remained closed.
"I remember some of those girls really liked when you fucked 'em because your dick was bigger than mine."
"I don't remember any of them ever saying that."
"Well, they told me. Remember Mary Lou Tucker? Yeah, man, I made her cum but you turned her inside out."
"Hm, I had a good time with Mary Lou. She kept screaming so loud, you had to put your hand over her mouth."
"Yeah. Remember Joanne Kramer? After you fucked her, she wouldn't leave you alone."
"That was a nice night. It was good to have one of your girls all over me too. I always appreciated you sharing your girls with me."
