October 1987 -- Goings on at Janet's Wedding
Val slipped her jeans and her white tank top off. She hung up those clothes before pulling out her underwear out of her suitcase. Val preferred wearing thongs, almost all the time. But it was a special occasion. She took off her white bra and panties, and hooked the lacey black bra around her
She still couldn't believe that Janet was getting married. Val laughed and thought about how surprising it was that she was marrying an older guy like Nick Fitzgerald, but Janet swore he had swept her off her feet.
After college Janet had, in her own words, "Gotten very lonely." To Val and Janet's other friends that meant she was drinking more and more. Then she met Nick Fitzgerald. Nick seemed nice. He had money and he had class. He was the type of guy that any girl's parents would be thrilled to be interested in their daughter. And he was heavily involved in a local church. To top it off, Val's husband, Joe, thought Nick a social equal and did a good amount of business with him.
Still, Val remained puzzled about their relationship. There was something about Nick that seemed off-center, but she couldn't pinpoint it. Still she couldn't deny that he had been a great help to Janet with her drinking problem. Now, instead of downing glass after glass, Janet sipped from a glass of wine and kept track of what she consumed. Both Val and Bernie were grateful for that; she and Bernie had on more than one occasion discussed whether to take her in to a clinic to dry out. They had never figured out how they, as friends, and not relatives, could do it legally; but the subject kept coming up until she had gotten engaged to Nick.
Val began applying her makeup, touching up, actually, and while using the eyebrow pencil, her mind began to wander.
I always figured Bernie would be married by now, yet she doesn't even seem close to it.
She was a serial monogamist in college. Basically getting a new boyfriend every semester, with several others filling in on the occasional weekend. But her problem is her exhibitionism. She claimed it heightened her orgasms. Worse, she didn't care who knew it. Well... with certain exceptions, like her parents and family members and certain prudish boyfriends.
Val laughed dispite herself. Bernies exhibitionism had given them both some good laughs. Val recalled the time she was talking to a guy ... what was his name again? Lennard? No. Jon? Yeah, Jon, for Jonpold. He was a Russian transfer student going to North Carolina State for a year. Val summoned him to her mind. He had been tall, lean and strikingly handsome. He claimed to be related to the former Czar, but she and Bernie had not believed a word of it. Although it sounded great. Bernie had him on the phone, was teasing him sexually,. Bernie swore that he was sensational in bed and Val was tempted to see for herself, but he was Bernie's, and she was seeing Joe, so that was as far as it went.
"So you say you'd do anything for me," Bernie said into the phone, while Val held her sides from laughing at Bernies antics. Evidently, Jon had agreed, for Bernie told him to pull on a pair of sweatpants and meet her at the Crabtree Valley Mall in 45 minutes. She hung up and stripped, pulling on a pair of black panties and slipping into a short mini-dress.
"Val, you'll drive."
"What, why drag me into this?"
"I want an audience."
"You're going to screw his ass in the car and you want me to watch?"
"No, I want you to watch, yeah, but we're not doing it in the car. We're doing it in the open, where anyone can walk by and see us."
Despite her protests, Val had gone along and they arrived at the mall at approximately 9 PM, but did not enter the Mall; instead Bernie parked the car across from the Mall's entrance. Val recalled there had been a lot of traffic passing by, and objected when Bernie asked her to dash across the roadway with her to a single brightly lit telephone booth.
Hand-in-hand, the girls ran across the busy thoroughfare and on reaching the booth, Bernie deftly opened the door and slipped inside, saying, "There he is! See, he's coming out of the yellow Volkswagen."
Jon trotted over to the booth and laughed on seeing Val. "Are you joining us for tonight's fun?" he asked, and Val had to admit, with his good looks and Russian accent, he was very sexy. But she knew that Bernie didn't share her lovers, at least she hadn't ever offered Val dibs on any of them.
"No, not me, just Bernie, but I understand I'm to witness this ... um, event."
He turned to Bernie and said, "This... this is where you want me to ...."
"Fuck me... and yes, it is!" she said finishing the sentence for him.
"Good! Then we will fuck like the bunnies, eh? And you, pretty lady can watch us and lust after my body!"
Val wanted to laugh at him, but the situation was so bizarre that she didn't dare. Glancing over her shoulder she saw that the passing cars were slowing down as they passed, at least those with male drivers. The few women passing didn't give the trio standing by the phone a second thought.
"How to do this, eh, Bernie?" Jon said, taking his formidable cock out of the fly of his sweatpants.
"Oh, Val!" Bernie gleefully chirped, "He's so ready for me!"
"Bernie... you do realize the booth is lit up... anyone can see what's going on."
"That's the idea Val; I want them to see us. It makes it much more exciting." Bernie slid gracefully into the phone booth, picked up the receiver, and pretended to make a call. "Jon, come stand behind me."
Jon entered the booth and stood behind her holding his erection in his right hand, as he kissed the back of Bernie's neck.
Val took note of the passing cars. They were now all slowing down, with several driving erratically, almost crashing into the cars parked on their side of the street. "You guys are going to cause an accident," she said in warning. Both Bernie and Jon laughed. Jon already had Bernie's short skirt bunched up around her waist. Val wasn't certain, but he appeared to be inside Bernie, moving energetically back and forth.
Bernie confirmed Val's suspicions, calling out, "Sock it to me, Jon. Sock it to me!"
"Take those magnificent tits out!" Jon yelled. Two cars, both with several male passengers, had already pulled to the curb alongside the telephone booth to gawk.
"Yeah, let's see 'em!" One of the passengers bawled out.
Bernie was now bent over, holding onto the telephone directory shelf as Jon pumped vigorously behind her. Val hoped that none of the men in the nearby cars would get out and approach her. Belatedly, she realized just how hot she had gotten from watching the couple fucking in front of her. She knew that if a cock were proffered, she would jump at the opportunity to work it into her sodden pussy. She was thinking about how to get Joe to come over and fuck her brains out as soon as she got back to her apartment, and she wouldn't have cared if Bernie and Jon watched them.
Jon's energy impressed Val so much that she would measure Joe's next performance and judge him accordingly.
One of the onlookers got out of the car and began approaching the booth. Bernie was alert enough to spot him and urged Jon to finish. Jon, a cavalier if ever there was one, obliged her by pumping twice and ejaculating into Bernie's sodden vagina.
By the time the man was seven feet from the telephone booth, and with more and more cars pulling over to watch the sexual display, Bernie had her skirt back down to its normal level and Jon had tucked his wet penis back into his sweats staining the front of them, but at the very least he was no longer exposed in public.
