This my second story and like the first it is quite long. I hope there are no major errors. Enjoy.
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Troy and Louisa ... and friends!
Troy leant over the naked woman lying asleep beside him. He smiled as he brushed a loose lock of long blonde hair off her face. I might just be the luckiest man in the world he thought.
"Happy anniversary Louisa baby," he whispered and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Troy then glanced to the other side of the bed, where another beautiful naked woman slept. Yep, definitely the luckiest man in the world.
It was Troy and Louisa's 24th wedding anniversary and they had celebrated this one the same as all 23 others. A good meal, some fine wine, and great sex. There was of course one difference this year ... someone else had joined the party.
Troy lay back between the two beautiful women. He couldn't help but smile again as he remembered some of the amazing things that had happened with Louisa over the years they'd been together.
She had been his childhood sweetheart, the first girl he'd kissed, the one he'd taken to the prom, and for the first 23 years of their marriage the only girl he'd had sex with.
They'd meet when they were both ten years old. Louisa had shifted into the house next door. Troy had his first encounter with her the day after she'd moved in. He'd been in his bedroom and as he looked out the window he saw someone climbing up the tree on the boundary between their properties. It was a skinny kid in blue jeans, a black T shirt and a baseball cap, they were heading through the branches towards his tree house.
The tree house was Troy's domain and no one could go in without his permission. He'd even nailed a large sign onto the front wall 'Keep Out - trespassers will be flour bombed'. The intruder from next door must have seen the sign and Troy was hell bent to let them know that the warning meant what it said.
He had raced down the hall and climbed out through the second story window which led onto the back porch roof. A thin plank bridged out from the roof over the lawn and into the side of the tree house. The plank was one of three entrances to his two story wooden fortress, the others being a knotted rope hanging from a branch behind the tool shed and a retractable wooden ladder that could be pulled up through a trap door in the floor.
He scurried across the plank and through the small hinged door. Quickly grabbing a flour bag bomb from his arsenal he flung open the shutter that covered the window.
"Trespasser!" he yelled at the top of his voice and hurled the flour bomb at the baseball cap which was only a few feet away.
The 'trespasser' got such a fright that they jerked backwards, lost their balance and fell fifteen feet to the ground. Luckily their arm took most of the impact of the fall, unluckily the arm broke.
Louisa had fallen back onto her own side of the fence and her cries for help resulted in her parents rushing outside. Troy meanwhile ducked down onto the treehouse wooden floor and pretended that he didn't exist.
Louisa went off to hospital and got an arm cast while Troy stayed in his fortress wondering whether he'd killed the new neighborhood kid.
Later that afternoon he got a stern call from his Mom.
"Troy William Jenkins! Get down here right now!"
Troy figured it was probably the victim being covered in flour that had given his guilt away. He was marched over to the neighbours and found himself standing in front of the other kid's Mom. At least he assumed it was the Mom because he hadn't had the nerve to look up into their face ... but bright red shoes and stockings kind of gave their identity away. Troy was told to apologize, which he mumbled looking at the red shoes. He was then told to apologize again, properly. He looked up and found himself staring at the face of what nowadays people would call a MILF. The neighbor Mom was drop dead gorgeous with long blonde hair and the nicest smile Troy had ever seen. After realizing he was staring Troy regained his faculties and made his second apology. He also started wondering, under the present circumstances, why was she smiling at him ... maybe she was a psychopath and was going to pull out a knife and stab him. He suddenly felt a cold chill down the back of his neck ... he took a step backwards and was about to turn and make a run for it.
"Thank you for the apology young man," she said still smiling.
Troy waited for the knife ... it didn't come.
"It's not the first time Lou has fallen out of a tree and broken something. But it is the first time it's been done with flour in the face."
"I really am sorry ... but he was trespassing." Troy replied gaining back some confidence. "I had a sign and all and ..."
"Troy! That's enough." His Mom interrupted. "You're already grounded for a month, don't make me make it two."
Troy looked back at the red shoes. Maybe the knife wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Why don't you go up and see Lou. It's the first door on the right at the top of the stairs. Your Mom and I can have a cup of coffee."
The red shoed Mom's tone was still friendly. "Lou's pretty impressed with the cast. You'll need to sign it," she added.
As Troy moved towards the stairs, his mother reminded him to apologize to Lou as well ... properly!
The first door on the right upstairs had a skull and crossbones flag pinned on it and someone had stuck large false eyelashes on the skull. Weird ... but kind of cool looking, Troy thought. He knocked on the door and waited.
After knocking a second time and getting no reply Troy opened the door and peeked inside. What he saw changed his life forever. Propped up in the bed was a girl, with a bright yellow arm cast encasing her lower left arm. Her eyes were shut and she had headphones on, her head was moving in time to some music coming from a walkman. Troy walked into the room and stood studying her from the foot of the bed. She looked about his age, her hair was shoulder length blonde and she had a cute nose ... in his opinion.
Suddenly her eyes opened and they stared at each other for a moment.
"You're the guy from the tree house, cool flour bomb idea, caught me by surprise. I'm Louisa, but everyone calls me Lou. Want to sign my cast?" She blurted out without taking a breath.
Louisa grabbed a felt marker pen from the bedside table and held it out in Troy's direction.
Troy was shocked that there hadn't been the slightest hint of anger or resentment in her voice. He reached out and took the pen and proceeded to sign her outstretched cast laden arm.
Now in the years to come Troy would always say that it was love at first sight for him. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Either way he had never looked at another girl the same way again.
Louisa however would always say that she fell in love with Troy a week later. It was her first day of school and she had earlier introduced herself to the class as Lou. Some of the kids had sniggered at the time, a girl having a boy's name. Louisa hadn't even thought about it as she'd always been called Lou. After school some of the kids corralled her on the way home and started to tease her. She'd retaliated and said something smart back. One of the bigger boys didn't like it and he pushed her. Louisa fell over, hitting her cast on the ground. The pain was immediate and she started to cry. The big boy was still laughing when Troy skidded to a halt on his bike, leapt off the seat and punched the boy in the face. The bully hit the ground hard and blood started to spurt out of his now broken nose. He squealed like a pig as he writhed on the ground.
"Who's next?" Troy turned and faced the others. His fists were raised and he was breathing hard. The others all backed away in fear. Some even took off running.
Troy helped Louisa up and picked up her school bag.
He looked down at the bully who was now sitting up ... blood streamed down over his face and hands.
