One of the time-honored traditions of teaching is the Friday afternoon happy hour. By lunch on Monday, plans are usually being made for the week's event. After five days of baby sitting, refereeing, mommying, and even occasionally teaching, rejuvenation is only a cold beer and a gripe session away. Another tradition in education is that teachers are low-paid, so sometimes someone's den or patio is preferable to local establishments. There is also less chance of bumping in to nosey parents or meddlesome administrators.
One cool, fall, Friday afternoon Jenny and I hosted all the regular suspects on our patio. As the event lasted into the evening we moved indoors and eventually started a fire. Happy hour finally faded after dark, and Jenny, Kasey, and I were laying around enjoying the fireplace, drinking margaritas, and reliving the week's horror stories. Kasey was Jenn's best friend, was single, and had outgrown the club scene. She had nowhere to be that evening, and the margarita pitcher seemed to magically refill every time it got low. This happened many Friday's, and none of us are in any hurry for the night to end.
As was often the case when Kasey was around, the conversation eventually turned to sex. She had some pretty wild experiences in college and was never too shy to share them with Jenny and I. We are happy to get her in a story telling mood and do whatever we could to keep her going. And that means another Friday afternoon tradition is me trying to cover up how aroused I got when she and Jenn talk about her crazy adventures.
Although Jenny and I are outwardly conservative, there's something about her friend Kasey that brings out our adventurous nature. Kasey is attractive without being gorgeous, and her personality could best be described as "vivacious." Before she ever has a drink she is loud (in a fun way), daring, and lascivious. But when the drinks began to take effect, she
really
opens up. She is also thin (overly so), has long, dark-red hair, and incredibly big breasts for someone her size. Best of all, she can turn any conversation into a sexual one.
Jenny is the more beautiful of the two. When she dresses up, she has a glamorous look to her, but when she puts on a sweatshirt and pulls her hair up she has that perfect "sweet and innocent" look. She is also more voluptuous and has plenty of curves. Her breasts, I think, are really larger than Kasey's - Kasey's just look bigger because they are her most obvious feature. She is just as out-going but in a less-sexual way. But best of all, that "girl next door" appearance disguises the perfect sex machine. Her sexual aggressiveness is only surpassed by her eagerness. Laying there looking at the two of them put a smile on my face, just as it always does. The margaritas continued to flow, and so did the arousing stories. As the evening progressed I no longer cared who knew how much I was enjoying the view and the conversation.
All of us were wilder in our college days, and our kinky conversation invariably returns to those glory years. All of us had, at one time or another, been involved in that most-cherished of dorm-room diversions (well, most cherished
after
getting face-in-the-toilet drunk)
Truth or Dare
. Each of us had at one time or another been brave enough, or drunk enough, or horny enough, or a combination of all three, to take off clothing, divulge our best-kept secrets, and engage in amorous acts. But we had also grown-up and become more responsible since those wilder days. Or at least I thought we had.
"Truth or dare!"
It was Kasey's voice, but I wasn't sure if she was telling about one of her many escapades or challenging Jenny and I to a game. I pulled my gaze away from the hypnotic spell of the fire and saw that she had asked Jenny.
"Truth," Jenny said, meeting Kasey's determined stare with one just as determined.
"Do you masturbate?"
Kasey was smiling, but the intensity in her eyes left no doubt that the game was on.
" I do now," Jenny shot back with just as much conviction.
"
Now?
" Kasey repeated, with just a hint of uncertainty.
"I never did when I was younger, but Mark asked me to one year as part of his birthday present. At first I was kind of nervous, but after a few intense orgasms I began to like it. I'm only sorry I didn't do it when I was younger. I missed out on a lot of good times."
I thought back to that evening of an earlier birthday. Money was scarce, and sex was the biggest part of our lives. The birthday celebrant had total control of the night's sexual itinerary and many sexual wishes finally came true. I remembered Jenn's naked body leaning against me as we watched her image in the floor-length mirror finally learning how amazing a finger could feel.
But I was only wearing sweat pants over boxers, and this combination was too flimsy to hide my arousal. I didn't care, though. I knew it had to be obvious when both Kasey and Jenny glanced down, in unison, and then just as quickly turned away. Men do the same thing when they steel a glance at a short skirt and realize that the wearer catches them looking.
Jenny shot back at Kasey.
"How `bout you?" She topped off each of our margaritas as she asked Kasey, matter-of-factly.
Kasey knew that Jenny had just seen her staring at her husband's aroused cock, and the question temporarily confused her.
"What?" she stammered, trying to remember what was going on before the side-show interrupted her.
"Do you masturbate," Jenny said unaffected. Her "naughty girl" grin convinced Kasey that no hard feelings had been caused be the curious glance.
