Author's note: I started writing this a long time ago and enjoyed the way it was going (At least in my head). I've held off posting this first chapter because I wanted to get more done, but I'm curious to see if people are really interested in this story line before I go too much further.
Please feel free to comment. I do read them. I also make an effort not to delete any comments that people make, as long as they're not offensive. In other words, I'm old enough to take constructive criticism and go with it :) . Of course, the kind words always make me want to write the next chapter more quickly.
This will develop into a long work and travel across at least a few categories. There will be a lot of story around the sex scenes (Typical for most of my stories), but I promise to have a least one sex scenes in every chapter I post (Otherwise, what's the point of posting it here? :) ).
Regards,
JD
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"That's your wish?" I asked in disbelief. Rodger nodded and I shook my head as the young lady who instigated the conversation watched silently.
"Come on! You can't tell me you've never wanted to go back to high school and relive senior year?" he argued.
"Rodger, I can think of at least a hundred things I'd wish for instead of something so ridiculous!" I replied.
"Like what? What could be better than being eighteen again?"
"Money, fame, fortune, the woman of my dreams..." I recited until Rodger interrupted.
"You could get most of that if you knew back in high school what you know now," he insisted as he reached for his drink.
"This conversation is pointless," I sighed, ordering another round for Rodger, our new friend and me.
"Are you trying to tell me you wouldn't like to be young again?" the blonde asked. "I thought that was every man's dream? Aren't you all afraid of dying?" I couldn't tell if she was serious or not. This lady was an odd one, but you met all kinds when you were away on a business trip and despite her oddity, she was quite a looker.
"There are things worse than dying, and going back to high school might just be one of them," I said soberly.
"It's not like you were a social outcast or anything back then," Rodger sighed. "Unlike some of us, you were fairly popular. I mean, you weren't the king or queen of the 'in crowd', but you ran with them."
"Please," I sighed. "I was barely on the perimeter of that group and that was partly by choice. Carl and Kristi, the actual king and queen, were decent enough, but do you remember the others?"
"Some of them were a bit much," Rodger agreed with a laugh. "It's always the wannabes that cause the headaches."
"You have no idea," I added, remembering.
"You aren't thinking about Brad and Tiffany again are you?" Rodger asked. I fought down a groan. Rodger was my boss, but we also happened to have grown up together. He knew me too well.
"Absolutely not," I replied, not fooling Rodger at all.
"Who are Brad and Tiffany?" the blonde asked. I frowned as I tried to remember her name. It should have been easy. It was something unusual, but it wouldn't come to me. I was usually pretty good with names, but then again, I was also usually sober.
"Tiffany is my ex-wife," I answered.
"Brad was a friend of both of ours back in high school," Rodger added.
"And?" the woman asked. Rodger shrugged, unwilling to answer. The blonde turned to me and waited expectantly. I hesitated and then sighed. It was a long time ago and it wasn't like it was a secret.
"Tiffany and I married after college," I explained. "We were together for a few years before I found her in bed with Brad."
"That's sad," the blonde said, sounding like she really meant it.
"No," I replied. "What's sad was that they were cheating on me since high school and I was oblivious."
"We all were," Rodger sighed.
"But that's old news," I said, wanting to move on. Rodger was kind enough to change the subject.
"You know," he said, trying to lighten the conversation. "If you went back, you'd get a chance to play that silly sport you love so much again."
"Is that a polite way of reminding me I was a dumb jock back then?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Dumb, no," he grinned. "But that doesn't make my point any less valid. You could still relive your glory days of football."
"What glory days?" I asked, finishing my drink and ordering another. "I had to fight just to make the starting team. I spent most of my senior year with one underclassman or another breathing down my neck. That is until I finally blew out my knee."
The three of us fell silent as the bartender arrived to refill my glass. Rodger's drink was still three quarters full, but the blonde held out her glass. She was pacing me. That was saying something considering how fast I was downing my drinks.
"So, what you're saying is that you have no desire to go back to high school?" Rodger said after the bartender was done.
"By George, I think he's got it!" I joked. Rodger laughed but the blonde shrugged and reached for her new drink. I never saw a woman down so much alcohol and seem so totally unfazed by it. I took a swallow from my own glass.
I didn't normally get drunk, but I had a reason to celebrate. This business trip had gone as well as could be expected. I spent the last three months working hard at getting a potential client to sign a contract with our company. I succeeded and Rodger came along this trip to sign the contract. We finalized the deal earlier today. The client was by far the largestt ever signed by Rodger's company. He'd already promised me a bonus and promotion.
"Thinking about how you're going to spend the bonus?" Rodger asked as if reading my mind.
"A vacation," I grinned.
"With or without Cindy and the kid?" he asked.
"Kid?" I laughed. "Becky is in college."
"You remarried after Tiffany?" the blond asked.
"No," I answered. "Cindy is my sister. She's divorced too. I used to take her and my niece Becky with me on vacation."
"Please!" Rodger snorted. "You did a bit more than that."
"Her ex is an ass," I shrugged. "He's never around. Someone needed to help out."
"So, are you going to take them?" Rodger asked again.
"No," I smiled. "Becky is a little old for that now and Cindy finally met a nice guy."
