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Like typical, I was up late. Thinking about Bill's previous adventures. I was trying to figure out who his 'old friend' could have been, why was he being so secretive about her name? WAS it Leah? Who does he know that has her own apartment? Does Leah have her own place?
So, about 2 am, all tv stations start showing the 'racier' versions, so I prepared for some good tv, and some quality alone time with my tub of Vaseline. (There was no Internet, and all my magazines were old news, so, yeah, TV movies.)
Fortunately, before I got started, my phone rings. Who's calling me at 2 am?!
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hi Bryan, it's Christine"
Christine was a unique character. She was a cheerleader through all of highschool, she dated a lot of the jocks before Bill, but she never had sex with any of them. She went to the parties, but like me, usually just hung around outside, avoiding most of the crowd. And, like most cheerleaders, she was a incredibly hot blonde, big 80's hair, her tits were slightly smaller than softballs, and an occasional 'accidental' bump told me they were very soft. She usually wore extra tight stone washed skirts, and half shirts exposing her toned stomach and making her tits appear even bigger. She was tan, about 5'0, and such a nice, round ass! She was way above "our league", but WAY too intelligent to play the 'dumb hoe' role most of the cheerleaders pretended to be. She was real.
"Hey baby, what's up?" (Christine was Bill's girlfriend, but she was my friend before she started dating him, as a matter of fact, I introduced them. Christine and I had always been really close, and always flirted A LOT! But, just flirting. I was 'HER BEST MALE FRIEND!' damnit.)
"Bill's been messing with my friend!!" she said as she burst into tears.
Time to flip on bro mode.
"He was with me yesterday, and today he had his baseball game. You know he wouldn't do anything on baseball day", I said, trying to cover him.
"She told me it happened last night at the mall after 'his asshole friend' left, asshole" she said trying to giggle, with no success.
"Well, he told me he ran into an old friend, who was having problems with an ex, so he followed her to her place to make sure he wasn't there. He went in and checked the place out..." (omitting unnecessary details so as not to lie or tell anything she doesn't know that would get him in trouble) "... he stayed around for a bit to make sure her ex didn't show up, then he left."
"YOU KNEW?!" she screamed.
"I knew he went back to her place, but only to make sure she was safe! I figured you'd get mad, and it was innocent, so I figured it best not to tell you and make you mad."
"Oh, is that what he told you? I was told he fucked every hole in Leah's body!"
"WHAT?! That cock! I told him I loved (translation- heavily infatuated with) her! No wonder he said I was going to kill him! I didn't believe him, I thought, like usual, he was just making up stories, cause I told him I liked her. I guess that's why he wouldn't say her name. You telling me it was true?!"
"Uhm, yeah, she said she really liked you"
