I was fortunate to have lots of friends growing up. When I moved out of the "ol' stompin grounds", I generated a whole new batch of friends. Sadly, as I settled into married life halfway across the country, maintaining these friendships has been very difficult to say the least. As with any friendship, some fade away but the special ones are bonds forever, even if you do not get to see or talk to them very often. This is a story about some special friends and how their friendship took an unexpected turn ...
I have known Tom and Sarah nearly my entire life. Both are very attractive being tall, blonde and fit. When compared to my short, bald and pudgy stature it makes us an odd looking group. Tom was a year older than I, and we went to all the same schools but didn't really know each other until we ended up in the same Explorer Post. We both played baseball in high school and were friends in school and in Exploring. I didn't hang much with the high school crowd per say. Most of the friends I hung out with were through Exploring. Sarah and I are the same age and she actually lived on the same street as me but on the next block up so we were never really childhood playmates. I remember everyone teasing her in 7th grade as she was the first one to have boobs....but as time went on we all (good naturedly) teased her because they never seemed to get any bigger. Being an IBT fan, I thought they just stayed the perfect size, but of course that didn't stop me from teasing her. I didn't really know Sarah well until she and Tom started going out late in high school, but she fell right in with our little group of friends.
Anyway, to cut to the chase, Tom and Sarah got married a while after high school and have been the ones I have remained closest to over the years and always make a point to stop in and visit when I go home. (Funny how I still call it "home" but haven't lived there for 20 years and have no interest in living there again). There has been many a time that I have been extremely grateful for their friendship as people I can talk to openly about anything--my crappy love life or whatever is bothering me. They are always there with an open ears as well as open minds. We are an affectionate group with hugs and kisses all around whenever we get together. On the last couple of trips out however, the customary friendly flirting and teasing seemed to be turned up a notch, something I wrote off to my lack of a love life, an overactive imagination or just plain ol' wishful thinking.....but this last trip...well...let's start at the beginning and you will see.
A couple of years ago I made a trip home and we had a pretty big get together at Tom & Sarah's place with all the ol' gang in attendance. It was a grand time, one of those special times that don't happen very often. One of those times when everyone is laughing so hard they can't breathe and no one even said anything funny. The amount of alcohol consumed may have been part of the reason for that, but it was still a grand time. As everyone was sitting there in the living room, I was sitting on the sofa with Sarah on the floor next to me with her arm resting on my knee. Nothing out of the ordinary at first but as time went on I had a hard time keeping the blood flow under control as the friendly "arm on the knee" turned to arm on the thigh, hand caressing inner thigh and seemed more than friendly touching. Although this made me a little nervous, I kept looking over at Tom to see if Sarah was crossing the line with him, but I got no indication one way or the other so I just enjoyed the attention and wrote it off to the alcohol.
As usual I had planned on spending the night. As the party finally played itself out and the others had all left, I lobbied for a trip to the hot tub to cap the evening off. Sarah and Tom readily agreed. Although I hoped we didn't have to worry about swimming suits as I didn't bring any (well... to be honest, the fact that I had always wanted to see Sarah in the buff was probably the real reason), Tom brought down an extra suit for me to wear. It was tighter than hell but I bit my tongue and sucked it in.
The three of us were still pretty well oiled by the time we jumped into the hot tub. I was glad I got in the tub first as Sarah jumped in wearing a skimpy bikini that showed off her terrific figure which of course caused instant redirection of blood flow on my part. I'm just not used to seeing that much skin, not to mention that she is a knockout. I don't know what it was about this night, but Sarah seemed extra ...flirty...frisky or whatever you want to call it. With Sarah sitting across from me and Tom to my right, we sat there babbling away the time with Sarah's foot planted on the tub seat between my legs and a big ass smile on her face. There were a few brushing touches, but it wasn't that she was checking out the pup tent in my trunks with her foot, yet it was very clear to both of us (or so I thought) that this was way beyond our casual teasing and flirting. At one point she stood up in front of me and bent way over allowing me a terrific view of her cleavage, then promptly turned around the other way providing a nice rear end view. Clothed yes, but hot nonetheless. I kept looking at Tom to see his reaction to this. He wasn't giving Sarah the evil eye so who was I to complain? Although I loved the attention it did make me nervous and a bit scared. I wasn't sure if it was just the alcohol and Sarah cutting loose or if there was an ulterior motive in mind. That would have been fine by me, however I wasn't about to put our friendship at risk due to what I was sure was just my overactive imagination. As the sun rose over the valley we finally we threw in the towel, Tom and Sarah to their room upstairs and me to the sofa.
Although sex is almost always a topic of conversation between us, we had never talked about "swinging" or anything like that. While I had never really had any type of multiple partner experiences, it wasn't because of a lack of interest. An experience with multiple partners has always been one of my biggest fantasies. I have always felt that there shouldn't be any taboo if friends want to share intimate times together as long as everyone is in agreement and personal limits are respected. And if there was anyone in this world I would feel comfortable going down that road with, it would be Tom and Sarah.
Of course there was no way I could doze off in the few hours of sleep time that morning. My mind was racing with the activities of the night before. I was sure it was totally my overactive imagination combined with the loose inhibitions due to the alcohol...yet was it really?
Poor Tom had to get up the next morning to run the two kids off to school and Sarah was up at some ungodly hour (from my perspective) clanking around in the kitchen making breakfast.
I was so freaked with the hot tub and thigh rubbing incidents; I felt I needed to clear the air, to make sure this was all innocent in nature and interest in anything more was just a figment of my wild imagination. I didn't know how to approach the subject but with just Sarah and I there at the moment, this was my chance.
Feeling pretty silly and unsure, I had a nice sit down with Sarah. Although it popped my bubble a bit she didn't remember doing anything out of the ordinary the night before and assured me any teasing and flirting was just that and apologized if she acted like a cock tease. We had a long talk about "swinging" (for lack of a better term) and I told her my opinions on it. She said that she and Tom had talked about swinging in the past. While it was also one of Tom's fantasies, she didn't think she could ever do anything like that. It was a nice conversation and I was happy we were all on the same page, which meant great friends that liked to tease and flirt a bit more than most.
And that is how that trip ended, although true to her teasing nature as I was in my car ready to pull out the driveway Sarah leaned in the passenger window with a final goodbye providing an unmistakably intentional view down her blouse. Of course, the idiot that I am, I missed the opportunity for a good look and cried out "No fair, I missed it!" To which she replied with a grin, "Too bad, you missed your chance!"
I was happy with how things turned out and I left with a tremendous feeling of friendship and warmth with Tom and Sarah, which means much more to me than any frolic in the hay.
My next visit was just this last September for my folks' 60th wedding anniversary. Of course I found time to stop in at Tom & Sarah's place and we had the normal great time together. Before we went out to dinner we were out on their back deck enjoying the view and a few drinks. Of course the topic turned to sex and we discussed how embarrassing it is, especially during the hormone charged teenaged years, to have an erection pop up at the most inopportune times like 20 seconds before the class ending bell rings. Not long after this, out of the blue Sarah lifted her shirt! Yes, she had a bra on so it wasn't like she totally flashed me, yet it had the typical affect on me: instant erection.
"Well," I said, "I am certainly not going to embarrass myself by getting up and walking around right now."
Not to miss an opportunity to rub it in, Tom responded "Why not? Sporting major wood are we?"
"No shit, ya buttwipe" was the only reply I could mumble. Tom & Sarah thought this was hilarious. I just thought it was embarrassing even though I loved it.
We ended up the evening just kicking back watching a movie together. I was sitting on one end of the sofa with Sarah laying down on the same sofa with her feet at my side and Tom on the other loveseat. We just sat there the whole time and I massaged Sarah's feet as we all watched the movie. At first it was out in the open, but then after a while Sarah went and got a blanket to cover up with. I kept an eye on Tom to see any reaction as I didn't want to cross any lines but saw no indication one way or the other, so I felt sure he was ok with it. It was just kind of honest innocent affection, but a bit sensual at the same time.
Usually I don't make the trip home but every other year or so but shortly after Thanksgiving I had to make an emergency trip home again. Fortunately I found time to spend an evening with Tom and Sarah. The greeting was the normal (and looked forward to on my part) hugs and kisses all around (ok, well... kisses for Sarah, I stop at a hug for Tom). Being rather early in the afternoon when I showed up, the three of us sat at the kitchen table yakking away for quite a while. Within a matter of minutes the subject turned to sex. This time it was on how big a labia should be. This discussion was complete with drawings! Soon we were laughing so hard we couldn't breathe! Sarah ended up ripping up our illustrations so their kids (both teenage girls) wouldn't see them and get to wondering what the hell we were talking about.
