When I got out of the Army back in '97, my older sister introduced me to a couple of her friends, Dave and Linda. My sister and her husband (my brother-in-law) had met Dave and Linda a few months earlier, when they had seats next to each other at a Goo Goo Dolls concert.
I had just been home for about 2 weeks when I first met Dave and Linda at my Nephew's birthday party. The three of us hit it off immediately. I spent most of the time at the party talking and laughing with them like we were old friends. By the end of that day, I was refereeing to them, fondly, as Baby Huey and the Babe (Linda being the babe).
Dave and Linda had been married for five years. They were both were a couple of years older than me. Oddly, I seemed to be a perfect fit right between the two of them. What he liked and she didn't (Cars, guitars and sports) I liked. What she liked and he didn't (cooking, musicals and poetry) I liked.
I have always found red heads to be smolderingly sexy. Linda was exactly that! Her hair was a mass of fiery red curls cascading down the middle of her back. She had big doe brown eyes and a laugh that can only be described as loud and contagious. Linda is by no means a small woman. She stands about 5'9", and she has full hips and long muscular legs. "I love my squats," she always would say when I commented on her shapely calves and toned thighs.
In size, Dave easily surpassed most people I know. At 6'4", he was a bear of guy. Not a big hairy bear type of guy. In fact, just the opposite, the guy was hairless! I teased him incessantly about it. However, given that he had about 5" and 60 pounds on me (mostly in muscle) I made sure it was always good-hearted teasing.
Dave and Linda lived about 45 minutes away from me, near LAX. However, I seemed to talk with one or the other every couple of days, just to say hello and see what was happening.
A few weeks after I met them, they invited me to a party they were having at their home the following weekend. Dave told me if I wanted to crash at their place afterwards it would be cool with them, since they had a spare bedroom and the couch folded out into a sofa bed. This would allow me to drink freely and have a relaxed time, knowing I didn't have to drive anywhere.
The party was a blast. My sister and brother-in-law showed up for a couple of hours and I was introduced to a many of Dave and Linda's friends. Dave and I played our guitars to enthusiastic applause of the guests.
As the evening wore on, the party raged on. Drinks flowed freely and I even caught the hint of some herb being smoked somewhere nearby. Early in the day, Linda introduced me to one of her girl friends, Marty. I have always been a sucker for beautiful eyes, and Marty had the most dazzling green eyes I had ever seen. The more she and I spoke, the more entranced I became. Marty was about ten years older than I, and had known Dave and Linda for years. In fact, it was Marty whom Linda had been out with the night she and Dave had first met.
Marty was not the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She did however, have a very sweet smile, a nice figure, long brown hair, and of course, those amazing green eyes of hers. Her brown hair was not only long, but it was also thick. Her legs were tanned and toned. She showed three quarters of her legs due to the short mini skirt she wore. A couple of times I caught a glimpse of her black panties peeking out between her thighs when she sat across from me.
Slowly, but surely the guests went home until finally it was down to just Dave, Linda, Marty and myself. We were all a little drunk by now and Dave started to fall asleep. When Linda announced it was time for her to go to bed, Dave groaned and tried, unsuccessfully to raise himself up from the lounge chair he'd been dozing in.
Both women laughed as I tried to lift Dave up and get him to his bed. It was a struggle, but I finally managed to half carry, half-drag him into his bed.
I told Marty she could go ahead and take the spare bedroom and I'd sleep in the pull out sofa. I may have imagined it, but she seemed a little disappointed as she retired to the spare room.
As I pulled out the sofa sleeper, Linda wobbled in unsteadily carrying sheets, a blanket and pillow for me. In silence we made up the bed, and I sat down on the bed to remove my shoes. Linda walked around to where I sat and stood in front of me looking down. My gaze lifted to meet hers and I could feel something, unexplainable pass between us. I stood and wrapped my arms around her waist and softly gave her a kiss goodnight and thanked for a great time. Linda, I had come to realize is very affectionate and our kiss lingered just a bit longer than it probably should have. It was shorter than the kiss of a lover but longer than the kiss of a sister.
She giggled then, her right hand resting against my chest.
"I'm going to go and suck my husband's cock and see if I can wake him up."
She turned then and walked, still a bit unsteady, down the hall toward their bedroom. I watched her enter the room and close the door behind her. I chuckled to myself silently, remembering a phone call with Dave I had a couple of days before.
I'd rung him to see if there was anything I could bring to the party and he'd told me there wasn't. I began to talk about the Dodgers/Angels Interleague game from the night before. Dave and I are both huge baseballs fans. He's a Dodgers fan and I root for the Angels. As I spoke, I heard his breathing and it seemed ragged. When I mention a particular play from the game, Dave let out a groan.
"What the fuck are you doing man?" I asked.
Suddenly Linda's voice was on the line. "He's not doing anything but sitting here getting his cock sucked. So shut up and listen to me suck his cock or hang up and call later," she demanded, and then added sweetly, "....Love you." I pulled my phone from my ear as Linda dropped her phone to the floor with a loud clank!
"Come on baby," I heard her say, "fuck my mouth."
Dave let an audible groan and I could her Linda happily slurping away on his cock.
"Oh fuck yeah, baby. Suck that cock. Suck it all you dirty little bitch," Dave growled at his wife. I had hung up then.
I lay down on the sofa bed and started to turn the light off when I saw Marty walking up to where I lay. She extended her hand to shake mine and said, somewhat shyly, "It was nice to meet you."
I shook her hand and found the action odd. "It was nice to meet you, too," I replied, somewhat confused. As she walked back to the bedroom I said to myself, quietly, "what the hell was that?"
For a moment or two I lay there pondering her actions and decided to take a chance. I got up and walked as quietly as I could to the doorway to the spare bedroom. The door was still a bit ajar. Slowly I pushed it open. I could see Marty lying there on top of the cover in just her panties and a t-shirt borrowed from Linda.
She sat up slightly and I said "Uh, Marty, what was that?"
