When I knew Naveen Gonzales she was a pudgy girl of 19 who was very popular with the guys.
Popular, defined as easy.
You always knew that a date with Naveen would have some kind of a happy ending. It was rumored she had slept with more than half the senior class. She had a reputation, as the saying goes. Guys wouldn't admit to dating her, but after they did they'd brag about how far they got with her.
That was then, this is now, and the other day I saw her walking down the street in Avalon pushing a double baby carriage. Now about 27, she was still a little pudgy and obviously she was still giving happy endings to someone.
We spoke a couple minutes, she informed she was married and the two little ones were hers, and was enjoying life. She was still a little heavy, but had maintained that perfect smile and great sense of humor.
I couldn't help thinking back to the good old days when she was one of the most popular girls in the area, despised by most of the girls but loved by the guys.
That night I ran memories of one of the most exciting nights of my life through my erotic memory bank. A series of memorable occasions would better describe it. And it all started when Billy called and told me to ask Naveen to the prom just months after our 18th birthday.
"She will never go out with me, she doesn't give me the time of day," I told the football team quarterback.
He replied he knew that, but she would say yes as a favor to him because he wanted to see her, which made no sense since he was dating Mary, the head cheerleader. Mary was beautiful as much as she was chaste, supposedly saving herself for marriage. Billy and Mary made a perfect couple, so it just didn't make sense.
"Listen, dummy, I'm going to see Naveen sometime during the prom. You know, for a little loving. I need you to be her escort and to be my wing man when we sneak off so nobody knows."
Now it made sense.
The plan was hatched. I'd pick up Naveen at her house, bring flowers, hold her door open and take her to the prom. Once there we'd mingle, dance, eat, and at some opportunistic point, she and Billy would take a prom date detour and would slip away for some hiding of the sausage while I kept lookout. Later, I'd take her home acting as if nothing had happened.
Why not? Billy was a good friend, and hey, it wouldn't be bad being seen with Naveen as I'd be able to tell stories about how I conquered the girl that night parked by the lake or something. And Billy would be able to be satisfied like dozens before him even though Mary didn't put out.
The plan worked pretty well. Naveen looked very nice when I picked her up. Her long pink prom dress was full at the bottom and tight at the top, keeping her heavy behind cloaked and her large bosom on display. She actually looked pretty hot.
She thanked me for bringing her to the prom, and made me promise to keep our little "deal" secret, because, as she said, "People talk!" Hell, she was the talk of the boys and girls locker-room. That's when I first heard the word "Slore", as in Slut Whore, as defined by my hearing two girls at an adjacent lunch table calling Naveen a "freakin slore."
At the prom, all decked out in a Neptune décor, we mingled, ate and even danced a couple times before Billy gave me the "high" sign. That meant to head out to the back deck of the country club where we'd meet the sneak off to the rest rooms by the 15th hole.
The country club had these elaborate rest rooms on the course, only available via a key pad...and Billy got the current code from the son of the golf pro. Secluded, quiet, but we had to be aware that a couple other couples may have similar ideas.
Billy had told me over the punch bowl that we only had about an hour, because Chase was taking Melody to the same bathroom about an hour after he went there. Damn, we needed to take a number to use the course rest room.
Naveen and I casually walked through the ballroom and into the hallway, sneaking down some stairs and out the back to our pre-arranged staging area. There, after ensuring the coast was clear, Billy took Naveen's hand from mind and the two of them walked close together while I walked along as a lookout.
'Your date is very hot, Rob," said Billy, acting as if Naveen couldn't hear him. "And she looks swell in her dress. You are a lucky guy."
Not as lucky as Billy would soon be, I surmised, but he was correct. The dress hung well on her. Her few extra pounds were hidden and she looked the Belle of the Ball from my perspective. Demure and hot in the same outfit.
"We only have about an hour," said Billy as we neared the brick enclosure that saw numerous golfing visitors during the day but was secluded at night. "Let us know if anyone is coming here, or even walk nearby."
With that I used the key code and held the door open for the two lovers. They entered the women's side, with Billy smiling at me grasping Naveen's ass on the way in.
Holding the door partially open with my foot, I looked around as I heard the rustling of Naveen's dress inside. It was so quiet out in the middle of nowhere that I could hear the kisses from inside.
Excuse me, but I had to look inside. Slipping my head inside to look was fruitless, as they apparently had moved around toward the vanity sink away from the doorway. Ensuring the coast was clear, I slide inside, still around the corner from the lovers, and quietly closed the door.
Back to the wall, I slid a little closer to them, listing as Billy exclaimed that she was "oh so sexy and hot.". I could clearly hear sucking sounds and surmised that Billy was probably receiving a blow job.
I didn't want to stick my head around the corner and be seen. Then an idea hit. If I move just a little further down I could look at a wall mirror. I knew from my caddying days that on the men's side there was no such mirror, but the women I guessed demanded it from the club.
From my perspective, it was a great idea as I could clearly see the two lovers in the far corner in the light provided from the skylight. Good thing it was nearly a full moon.
