Slowly but surely I am writing the chronicle of my life. I am writing this as much for myself as anyone else. I am an older man now, I work as a Massage Therapist, and teach massage at a local college. To help make sense of this story, you may wish to read the "Patti" series first.
When the wild Party at my house degenerated into nothing less than a full-blown orgy, my life changed. I finally made love with Carol that night, and it was "right!"
Carol and I grew up together, we picked on each other as children. She seemed to hate me early on, but we were always together. It grew to us holding hands on the bus, she was my first kiss. Everyone, the entire family, friends, all of them just assumed we would end up man and wife.
But I married Patti....
Patti was a natural Redhead, sexuality oozed out of her, men drooled at the sight of her. She knew it, too, and she dressed to make it known she was pure sex! We were in the back seat of my old Chevy on the very first date, and from then on it was everywhere, constant. Carol took my marriage in stride, if she was hurt, it didn't show. But whenever I saw her, she would give me that look, and the slow smile. It was like the sun came out!
Patti and I fought like cats and dogs, and screwed constantly.
And Patti was jealous of Carol, even though in all the time growing up, Carol and I had done little more than sneak a few kisses.
The night of the Party, I saw Patti with Carl, and it didn't bother me at all. But when Carol and Darin were together, I felt a pang of jealousy, I knew it should have been me. Carol went and showered, and I joined her on the beanbag chair. As we touched, and began our lovemaking, something happened. We joined, and it was perfect, we fit. I knew right then my marriage to Patti was a mistake.