Our First Time. By Plain Jane Housewife Veronica.
Hi guys.
Firstly this is not an essay to be marked for grammar and spelling later. It is also very long, but like a good ride, it's worth the wait. This is my version of how I felt the first time we (played) as we like to call it.
It does go back a good, well almost 30 years. I'm 51 now, and Bill is 56. At the time Bill was 26, and I was 21 we had been married for 3 years by then.
With my mum a happy granny watching our daughter I decided to go out with Bill and his friends to one of their football teams nights out. This is where some of the team members will go out together get trashed and go home no real plan just get trashed. These nights out, weren't really my cup of tea, a bit noisy and a little too boisterous for me. But we hadn't been out together for months due to work commitments on both sides and I thought we could do with a blow out.
I choose to wear a tight knee length self coloured skirt and a button up blouse, and left my long black hair down over my shoulders, checked myself in the mirror and whispered hmm that'll have to do girl.
So I found myself sitting with Bill and six of his friends. Big Barry, Tony, Mick, Ben, Stewart and Margaret. Margaret was one of those girls who would look good in a dustbin liner let alone the tight jeans and an even tighter sweater that showed off her amazing 38dds. Yes we girls do talk you know.
We were having a right good laugh, one of those nights where everyone seems on form and there's no one falling out, as can so often happen when the drink kicks in, which was one of the reasons that I wasn't too keen on these type of nights.
Anyway we were having such a good time that at last bells we invited the boys and Margaret back home with us for a nightcap. Nothing strange there we did it often as did other friends of ours. Stewart and Margaret thanked us but said they were off for some quiet time together and said good night. There was hardly an eye in that bar that didn't watch Margaret leave and as usual she milked it as much as she could with an over stated arse swing.
When I stood up to go I felt more than a little tipsy thanks to the vodka I had been consuming. By the time we went outside into the fresh air I was actually staggering a little. So I hooked my arms through Bills and big Barrie's and staggered my way home with them.
When we got there I went into the kitchen and grabbed some beers from the fridge for the boys, and a glass of coke for myself. I'm sure the boys thought it was vodka and coke, but I'd had enough and didn't want to be falling over in front of Bill and his friends. Plus I don't do falling over very well, and a hangover can knock me out for 2 or 3 days.
When I returned from getting the boys their beers, they had already broken out the playing cards and they were playing three card brag.
I busied myself tidying up the kitchen, paying particular attention to watering my dead house plants on the kitchen windowsill and in general doing little jobs that I felt would save me time in the morning oh and serving the boys more beer.
After an hour or so I had worked out that the boys were basically passing the same 5 pounds around nobody appeared to be down and no one seemed as if they were up.
I jokingly said to the boys look aren't you bored all you are doing is passing the same five pounds round and round they all laughed. I caught Barrie winking at Bill and Barrie says well it's not too boring unless you want to play strip poker with us, at that I blushed, and the boys all laughed with Bill laughing the loudest.
Yeah in your dreams boys I said. They all burst out laughing and again I felt my face going bright red.
To this day I don't know what came over me, whether it was the boys laughing or Bill laughing or the vodka, but I found myself saying okay then big time gamblers, let's do it let's play then.
The look on Bills face was a picture, and the boys laughed even more. No come on I said let's do it then. The boys laughed even harder at my determination. Okay says Barrie and he began dealing out the cards.
I lowered myself into their circle on the floor a bit difficult with my tight knee length skirt but I managed it without giving any of them a flash of any description, not that they were going to get one anyway.
As Barrie was telling us the rules lowest card loses two people with the same card both lose, Tony interrupted and said wait boys that's not fair there's five of us and one of Veronica. So her clothes should count as more to which I readily agreed once I'd worked out in my befuddled head that it was 5 against one, phew how good am I at maths.
So we decided that each item of my clothing would have a three count before I had to remove it, so I had to lose three hands before I lost anything. I looked over at Bill, and he was looking at me kind of strangely he nodded his head at me and I smiled back he returned the smile.
So there was me little plain Jane, Veronica sitting in a circle of guys with my husband and about to embark on loosing my clothes. But I knew that I wasn't going to lose anything, if I did it wouldn't be much because all my clothes counted as three. See still good at the mathematics, yes I know it was still five to one, well I know that now. As the game progressed all of the boys had lost their shoes and a couple of them their socks. I was two losses down when I pulled the two of clubs.
I stupidly didn't have shoes on and cried foul, but the lads weren't having any of it.
I even said well let's pretend that I have taken one of my shoes off. No said the boys you are not wearing them so you can't lose them.