(Note to all readers but especially to my loyal followers: I am ending Nancy's story with this letter; some of you might be disappointed, and I will admit there are at least a dozen more ideas in my imagination for this character. But I do want to concentrate on some of the other works I've started. I would ask a one favor from you all; if you decide to click on a 1-5 star rating, please do so only if you have read all thirty letters. I would love to see your overall rating for the whole novella. Also, it would be great to hear from you, Literotica provides for that on a writer's profile page. Thank you, I hope you enjoy Nancy's final encounter!)
Dear Nicole,
My, my...what a long journey this has been! So glad you enjoyed it; I can't even begin to tell you how much fun it was to remember and write down all these adventures for you! Jason knows I'm writing these letters, and someday he will get the chance to read through them all. Over the years there were many times when I would wake up and just lie there in bed outlining each story in my head. I'm giggling to myself right as I'm typing this because there were some mornings where the remembrance was such a turn-on, J wouldn't know what hit him! Oh my God! Well, when this letter is finished, you will have an up-to-date record of my fascinating life! Perhaps there will be more to add at a future time; we'll see.
After that first encounter with Matt, I believe I told you he suggested we meet alone sometime. I said to him, "Do you mean with J's permission?" He stared at me blankly. "You really don't know what you're saying do you? You men! As much as I loved the fun we had, (and I definitely wouldn't mind doing it again,) you just aren't thinking straight...tell me, besides the fun, why did we do it? Do you remember?"
"Sure, to show me what passion and possibilities are all about!"
"Right, where does a sexual relationship with me fit into that?"
"Uhh..."
"I'm going to forget you asked me, Matt. What are YOU going to do?"
"I'm sorry, Nance; I'll do the same."
"That would be wise."
Matt's a great friend, Nicole; he never mentioned it again, and we did have two more threesomes together in the next five months. However, I'm sure you would like to know, the following spring (eight months later) Jenny Traynor and I put together a block party. It was a big bash and long story short, Matt brought a date to the event! Her name was Carrie; they met in Pineville about a month before when he had business there and they hit it off right away. Our Thursday night dinners ended that day, and a year later they were married. What a story THAT is! I will for sure tell it to you someday on the phone!
But for now, as I revealed to you in the last letter, Jason and I quickly became best friends with the Traynors. One of the things that cemented it was that J, Bill, and Matt loved golf. I never really told you this before, but every time we moved, J's golf clubs went with us. I asked him one time, "Why don't you sell these?"
"No way! You're my 'Babe,' but those things are my 'babies!'"
"You don't even play!"
He kissed me on the forehead, "Priorities, Sweets! I've been busy." I still remember the day he came home and said, "Hon, if we don't have plans on Saturday morning, I'm gonna go play golf with Matt."
"Wow...okay!" We talked about him playing again after four years off, and I teased him by saying, "Well, you and Matt go play with your toys...I'll stay home and play with mine!" The look on his face was priceless!
Anyway, it didn't take long to discover that Bill was a golf enthusiast as well, and pretty much every Saturday morning (from then on) the three of them took off for some golf course somewhere! This is where the story gets interesting again, my friend! Invariably, when they played golf, Jenny and I would get together for coffee, breakfast, shopping, whatever. Even our household chores were a lot more fun because we did them together; what had been routine and drudgery to me became one of the highlights of my week!
I know what you're thinking though; and you are correct...eventually we became lovers, but you do need to understand it didn't happen immediately. In fact, it didn't happen for almost eleven months; that's the story of this letter. You might be wondering, do I still spend time with Felecia on the phone? That will never change; but the time came when I told her about my friendship with Jenny. (And of course, Jenny knew that Felecia and I talked a lot; as you keep reading, you'll see what happens.)
Anyway, that Felecia! She is so uncommonly naughty; when she realized that this new friendship was for real, she asked, "So tell me, Nance; are you attracted to her?"
"She's a beautiful woman, Felecia, want to see her picture?"
When I texted a picture of Bill and Jenny, Felecia said, "Wow, yes! You weren't kidding! She's lovely!"
"Yes, she is; she's a lovely person too!"
"That's wonderful! Are you going to answer my question?"
"No, I don't want to."
Felecia laughed, "That means you are!"
I laughed as well and teasingly said, "Fuck you!"
"Don't you wish! But so, is Jenny attracted to you?"
"Of course, I'm drop dead gorgeous!"
We both had the giggles now, "No really...are any of the signs there?"
"I'm not looking for the signs, Felecia; I'm not the horny slut I once was!"
She burst out laughing at my choice of words, "I don't know if the 'slut' part has changed, but the "horny you" I'm sure of!"
Thankfully we got off that subject quickly. Truth be told, Nicole, I wasn't sure I wanted to go that route with Jenny. She and Bill were five-plus years older than us, and at the time our friendship was in the beginning stages. Bringing something up about my bi-sexual background could make things very uncomfortable. However, that phone call with Felecia did wake me up to one thing; I began to watch for any signs that Jenny might be interested. Perhaps I should take a moment here and describe my new friend. I'll send you the picture also; it's on my P.C. She's taller than me by two inches, but we're built about the same; so much so that we can wear each other's clothes. We even wear the same size bra, albeit my boobs sag a bit more than hers. She has silky smooth, caramel-colored hair (with blonde highlights) that's longer than mine; and her eyes are amber. When she looks at you, those eyes are so friendly! I hope you know what I mean; it's hard to put into words. She's very much like a "girl-next-door."
When the men get together for Saturday golf-outings, they usually have a 7:00am tee time. Jenny and I decided to meet up on the first of those golf mornings; she made a fancy breakfast and set it up on her patio. She had this incredible back yard with a swimming pool and an eight foot privacy fence.
"I just love being in this yard!" I enthused, "You must spend a lot of time out here!"
"We do; you're in luck because Bill loves to grill...he's quite the show-off!"
"That's great, J's an awesome grill facilitator...meaning he loves watching others grill!"
Jenny laughed, "His skill set is elsewhere, right?"
I winked at her, "You MIGHT say that!" My meaning couldn't have been more clear!
She blushed but didn't hesitate to reply, "Oh my God!" She held her hands up like a scale, palms up. "Let me think for a second." Her palms moved up and down, "THIS skill set...or THAT skill set. Uhh...hmm... This is a hard decision!"
I patted my tummy, "One of them adds calories; the other subtracts calories. If done correctly, it's the perfect balance!"
"You're funny, Nance!"
I laughed some more and said, "Tell you what, you and Bill add them; then Jason and I will go home and burn them off!" Nicole, we always had fun bantering like that!
It only took about six weeks before our friendship had progressed to the point where we were inseparable. We had lunch together twice a week and hung out with her and Bill on Sunday afternoons. On especially nice nights they'd walk Sporty over to our house and set with us on our porch. (As nice as their backyard was, our front porch put theirs to shame!) But those Saturday mornings were special because our conversations opened up and became increasingly intimate. I'm not saying they were all about sex, but nothing was off limits.
One example of that was the day we met for lunch and first discussed why neither of us had children. Without going deeply into the medical details, my situation was in my fallopian tubes; theirs was (and this was a discovery) because Bill was diabetic and it had messed up his sperm count. That was a sad conversation, Nicole; there were some tears, but we cried on each other's shoulder and then talked about our options including adoption.