This is a short story about a code my best friend and I lived by. Bros before hoes. We would not date a former girlfriend and definitely would not touch a current interest of the female persuasion. Many times at a kegger we would clink our beer mugs together and loudly proclaim, "Bro's before Hoes!"
There is no underage people in this story, in fact no sex scenes, Boring? I don't know, you be the judge.
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Chapter 1
I am Robert Jones; I am what you would call a decent catch. I have always been health conscious, no heavy drinking or drugs. I work out four to five times a week, am in no way a steroid freak but am very muscular with low body fat.
I also am into the martial arts, in several forms such as Okinawan Motobu-ryu' and Northern Eagle claw Kung fu. I have studied these disciplines since junior high school and attained black belts in both disciplines. Because of this both my sensei and my sifu had me training the younger students.
Looks department, I would consider myself above average, but by no means am I a Brad Pitt or Fabio. But I cannot complain as I always have companionship whether it is a female friend I take to a party, or a current girlfriend.
Career-wise, I have been fortunate enough to make good decisions from my choices in college to starting my own real estate ventures. I do well only being 27 years old. I have made wise purchases of commercial buildings that had great capitalization rates and after only a few years into it, with reinvestment of profits I should be able to retire at 40.
My profits, as previously stated go back to updating properties or putting in a fund for future purchases. I do splurge a little on myself, I have the nicest pickup in the county, ok, I am a redneck, and my Porsche is truly a chick magnate.
I broke up with my last steady girlfriend approximately 8 months ago, she just seemed too self-centered and superficial. Although very pretty, and great in bed, the relationship lacked depth. I just could not see me with her for the rest of my life.
My best friend, Dom, has been going with his girlfriend for a couple of years. I always thought they would be married by now but for some reason she hasn't accepted his proposals. I think it weird, a little fishy, as most girls our age would be after him to commit. I know he was getting annoyed at her hesitancy, wondering why she did not want to make the lifelong commitment. Valerie was pretty, in a tom girl kind of way, blonde with petite breast and athletic bottom, but she loved to party. Dom has told me many times how wild their sex is together. I tell him TMI, I do not want to know what they do, what positions, anything.
One thing Val would always do is try to fix me up. One of the girls she often tried coupling me with was her cousin, Trisha. Both Val and Trisha worked at the same company on an assembly line. Most of the time it was steady daylight, but when deadlines were coming up, they would have to do swing shifts. Their manager knew they were close cousins and always tried to have them on the same shifts as they always rode together.
Trish was just as much a partier as Val and had a voluptuous body, pretty face and was a dishwater blonde. She thought she was fat, but I would joke with her that her fat was in all the right places. I cannot understand why she would punch my arm after that statement.
As fate would have it due to the closeness of Val and Trish, always together, at the same parties, driving home together, at Dom and Val's apartment together, it was destined that we became a couple.
It started innocently, Trish and I would talk while I took her back to her apartment. Found out we had much in common, other than Dom and Val. We were both red necks at heart. Loved to fish, hunt, and spend time in the great outdoors. My mistake was telling her about going out on my bass boat. She invited herself one Saturday morning and we found out we really like each other's company. It didn't hurt that she had one too many beers and I had to find a secluded cove so she could do her business. Well, she did not go too far into the woods, and let's just say she caught me looking at her assets.
It was a nice warm spring day and Trish decided to shed some clothing under the pretext that I had already seen everything. While maneuvering the trolling motor casting my bait caster looking for the elusive 10 lb. bucket mouth, I noticed she is lying naked "getting some sun." Well, my concentration and desire for old bucket mouth went out the door. We spent the rest of the afternoon doing what a couple of young, sexually virile people do.
That day became my downfall as a single bachelor. We spent all our waking hours when not at work, together.
When Dom and Val finally figured out that we were dating I heard a squeal that could only come from two elementary girls finding out the little Billy liked them. Dom had a snicker on his face as Val came rushing out to give me a great big hug. Well from then on, the four of us were even more inseparable, we did everything together.
The only thing we didn't do together was when they had their girl's night out or their shopping trips. Dom and I would find something to do, most of the time it had to do with a fishing rod, boat, beers and camping overnight.
One of the dynamics of our foursome was we liked to flirt, cast out innuendos and provocative suggestions just for shits and giggles. These were all totally innocent on my part as Dom and I always lived by the code, "Bro's before Hoes," which meant that I don't care how hot Dom's girl was or mine, we would never allow any indiscretions with a present girlfriend or even past girlfriends as there most likely was always still feelings no matter how small.
I asked Dom one time what they did on their girl's night out and he said he had no clue but did not think much of it as she was with Trish. It was then that I asked what time they normally came home, and Dom said it would vary or sometimes they just crashed at Trish's place. I filed that away in the back of my mind.
I asked him if he ever wondered and was he jealous or concerned with what they did as they loved their partying and excessive drinking. He just looked at me and said, "I guess I trust her enough not to care." I thought to myself, maybe you're a little too trusting.
With our present girlfriends being as long-term as Dom's was, and mine getting serious, I was beginning to see Trish as the future Mrs. Jones. I was not ready to ask Trish due to the questions of their frequent disappearances under the guise of girl's night out or shopping trips. Why do they have to drive to another town, spend the night in a hotel? Are the stores in our town not good enough? With Amazon and online shopping available, are these trips necessary?
Maybe if more information was volunteered by Val or Trish, my mind would be less questioning.
Chapter 2
One year later, we are moving along well. Trish and I are living together and the four of us are still doing everything together. My ventures are coming along nicely, I have added several commercial buildings with long term tenants and am looking into some property in the college town about an hour north of town.
I recently bought a larger boat up on Lake Erie for walleye fishing. I guess calling it a boat is demeaning it as it can sleep six comfortably. It features a galley, head, large salon, and deck. There are also three staterooms. My favorite place was to be on the fly bridge while cruising. Yes, it does have a helm forward of the salon, but you cannot beat the view from the fly bridge.
I was looking forward to spending weekends camping on the water, catching lunker walleyes and enjoying Trish sunbathing in the nude. The four of us were out over Memorial Day weekend and had a blast. The only hitch was when I came down from the flybridge later Friday night to anchor, cook our meal and just relax, both girls were wearing their birthday suits. I looked at Dom and he raised both hands in defeat saying, "I told them to put their suits on, but they didn't listen to me." I gave Trish a look, then said "we'll talk later." She knew I was pissed.
Later they put some clothes on for dinner as out on the great lakes, it chills considerably in the evenings. They had had numerous adult beverages and were feeling no pain. I only had a beer during dinner as I didn't want the coast guard to give me a ticket for drinking and driving. I took the boat back to the marina, got her all tied up and then we partied for the night.
The next morning when Trish and I were awake we had a little talk. I specifically expressed that even as close as I am with Dom, I neither want to see Val naked nor did I want her showing off her goods. Let us just say we agreed to disagree as she can do with her body what she wants. Yes, she used the old, "it's my body and I can do what I want." Well, the rest of the weekend was as cold as the lake water.
Tuesday I was back to the grindstone with my ventures and Trish's work. We really did not see much of each other that week. Neither of us addressed the elephant in the room. I was not going to back down on my position. I did not date strippers, I do not want my girlfriend, fiancée or wife to show off her goods around my friends or associates. If she is so free to show her goods, what else is she free with when I am not around? There concisely is why I have not asked the important question that Trish has been hinting to.
It was coming up on another girl's night out the next weekend. I asked what their plans were and, she hadn't let the disagreement of the weekend fade away yet. Her response was short and not very revealing. I was getting a little upset, pushed the anger down, I stated that a good relationship is based on communication.
"What is the big deal with giving out a little info on what you and Val do?" You would have thought I killed her kitten with the reaction I got. I picked my keys up, turned and walked out of my house, got in the car, and went to my office. That was Thursday evening.
Friday morning, I was up before Trish and left as I had more appointments. I called Dom from my office and told him what had transpired and that if things continue the way they are going I may be rethinking my relationship with Trish. I told him before we had another weekend on the boat that we would have to have a talk with the girls regarding wearing their bathing suits. Dom mentioned that he did not have a problem with their "attire" but knew that I did.
"Sorry Dom, I am not into my woman flashing her tits and pussy for the world to see. I know it was only us four, but I am not comfortable with that."
"Rob, I know you are not and I tried to explain that when they came out like that. Sorry, but their attitude was, 'well he'll just have to get used to it."
"Dom, do you know what they are planning for Friday? As far as I know, they have the whole weekend planned. If that is the case I'm driving up to Erie and spending the weekend on my boat, even if it's just in the marina." Many boat owners who have cabin cruisers will spend weekends just camping on their boat in the marina. By the end of summer, you get to know most of the weekenders, and it is an intimate little community. Our marina has a nice restaurant, grocery store, and marina store for your boating needs.
"I wish I could go with you, but my mom needs me to go over and do repairs. Also, her brother is coming in and she wants me to spend some time with him. She is planning a big Sunday dinner."
"Pot Roast?"
"Yes, her world-famous Pot Roast, mashed potatoes, gravy, fresh buns, carrots and peach cobbler."
"Dom, you're killing me."
"You are more than welcome, I know she'd love to have you over. You know she considers you the son she never had."
We both had a good laugh at that. Dom's mother and my mother were second mothers to us growing up, we had spent so much time together. Eating, playing, staying over as much as we did makes you like family.
"I appreciate the invite, but I need to get some maintenance done on the boat and some alone time to think."
"I hear you. Do not go out and sink that boat, I want more time on it!"
I laughed and we ended the phone call.
I got no phone call from Trish even after I left a message on her cellphone. After no reply and it was getting late in the afternoon, I made the decision just to head up from the office as I had plenty of clothes in my stateroom.
I had a very enjoyable weekend. Met many of the owners, ate breakfast and lunch at the diner, but dinner I scoped out some restaurants I had seen and wanted to try their food.
The owner next to me gave me some pointers and advice as I told him this was my first bigger boat. The nights I spent on the deck in the moonlight with either a good bottle of wine or a couple fingers of my favorite bourbon.
