Towards the end of the eighties my life was starting to really look up. I was doing well with the telephone and alarm company I was partnered in with Rich. Now that I was a partner, I had real incentive for the company to do well. Rich and I spent a lot of time and energy together expanding the business, especially when we ventured into the security field. We had always been friends, but now we were best friends. I saw more of Rich than anyone else. When we were not side by side at work, we were socializing together at night.
Rich and I were thoroughly enjoying our newfound prosperity. We drove the same cars, bought the same electronic goodies and basically shared a lot in common. Our socializing usually included whomever we were dating at the time. By this time, in the late 80's, I had already met Kim. I had met her on a telephone job in the city. Her and I had become quite serious and she would later become my wife. Rich was a bit more of a freewheeling ladies man. He always seemed to have a different girl every week. He had no qualms about it. In all the years I knew Rich, I never recall him getting serious about a girl for any length of time. He seemed to live by the rule 'love em and leave em.'
That is why I was so shocked one day I practically fell out of my chair when Rich mentioned he actually had feelings for a girl.
"Al, I think I found the one." He was practically giddy.
"One what Rich?" I asked.
"This girl is for me man." He beamed, "I mean this girl is special."
For Rich to say a girl is special was a huge leap for him. He usually only talked about what a great time he had in bed or maybe mention how hot she looked. For him to say a girl was special was like other guys saying they were in love.
"I really want you to meet her." He stated, "This weekend we'll all go out."
"Sounds good." I said, "What's her name?"
"Lauren." He answered, "Believe me, you'll like her."
Lauren. Man, that name brought back memories. I knew a Lauren way back in high school. You might say she was my first love. Those were heady times back then. We were young and restless and enjoying every moment. She was a free spirit and had a great soul. Her parents died in a car crash when she was just seventeen. She was forced to move out to California and live with her grandmother. After a while we lost contact completely. I took her moving hard. I really missed her.
"Lolas this weekend. We can have a couple frozen ones." Rich suggested.
"Sounds good to me." I responded.
Lolas was a Caribbean restaurant on 22nd Street in Manhattan and a couple of frozen ones referred to a frozen drink called the Frozen Lola. It was one of our favorite restaurants.
The rest of the week I kept thinking about Lauren. I had rarely even thought about other women since I had met Kim. Now I had trouble concentrating on my work, the memories of old kept flooding my mind.
Lauren was the most erogenous, multi-orgasmic girl I have ever met. Her whole body was like one big erogenous zone. If I touched her ear with the tip of my tongue her pussy would get so slick it was like Teflon on wet ice. I recall licking her palms with one tongue stroke and she shuddered with delight. Fingers, toes, you name it...any part of her body could make her go wild. I used to joke that all I had to do was show up and hop on for the ride. She made my job easy.
By comparison Kim was very different. Kim made you work for your money. They say the journey is the best part of the trip and there were no shortcuts with Kim. I really didn't mind working for my money and I certainly didn't mind the journey. I have nothing against foreplay, believe me. But, I have to admit, sometimes I missed a girl like Lauren who didn't take much more than a glance and a stroke to get that motor revving.
