It was New Year's Eve and I was really enjoying myself. In my entire life, I had made two solid friends and they were standing in the room with me. We were in Tom's basement shooting pool and drinking beer while our wives chatted upstairs.
I had moved back to Allentown a year ago, after living and working in Philly for fifteen years. Ray had gone to Stanford and settled in California after he got his degree. He had just moved back East earlier in the fall. Tom, on the other hand, had taken over the family business and had never lived more than five miles from his childhood home.
We had known each other since junior high school. We played sports, fished, golfed, chased the same girls and just generally enjoyed the same thinks ever since. Over the years we had bailed each other out of a more than a few jams. Now we were back together and it was great.
Next year would mark our 25th high school reunion but it seemed like we had graduated yesterday. As usual, the conversation had gotten around to our 'glory days'.
"I remember how Greg spent six weeks chasing that redheaded Sue Jenson around so he'd have a date for the prom," chuckled Ray. "Then Tom up and asked her to the prom and she accepted! Man, were you pissed, Greg!"
"Yeah, but I wound up getting Donna Palmate to go to the prom with me. She made Sue Jenkins look like a grade-schooler," I countered. "I remember getting my hands on those incredible tits of hers that night and thinking how I should thank Tom for taking that red head off my hands."
"Bullshit! I was thinking about you when she was giving me my first blowjob. Well, that isn't exactly true," laughed Tom. "I did think about you, Greg, after I dropped her off at her house. I'll trade those big tits for a blowjob any time!"
"You two were getting all sexed up and never thought about me," added Ray. "Remember I took Mrs. Wilson's mousy niece because I was afraid I'd fail Biology if I didn't. She was visiting from Ohio and Old Wilson made it pretty plain it was in my best interest to show her niece a good time. I couldn't believe she tried to practically rape me at Memory Lane. She was flat-chested and kinda homely, but she wanted it in the worst way. If one of you pricks would have loaned me a rubber I would have gotten my first piece of ass that night!"
"Shit, Ray. You should be thanking us for saving you for a much better first experience. That girl was ugly to the bone!" I chuckled.
We had enjoyed many experiences together back then. We would go out every night cruising for girls. At least that was what we said we were doing. Looking back, I realize now we really weren't trying to get laid. If a girl seemed willing to succumb to the charms of one of us, we would have some reason why she didn't qualify as a target of our lust. We were in love with the talk, the chase, the excitement of looking for our first real sexual experience, but we were too nervous and timid to actually act on it. It was a great time in our lives, so our memories were fond ones.
"I'll say this," laughed Tom. "I may have been a little slow with the women in high school, but I turned into quite a stud a few years later. I used to be nervous, but once you know how to please a woman, it's all so simple."
"Well, that demonstrates you haven't learned anything, Asshole! There is no pleasing a woman," countered Ray. "You just wore Nancy down to where she finally gave in and married you. I wouldn't say you have her pleased, as you put it. You have her married."
"The reason she married me is because of my suave, dashing persona," argued Tom. "She was no easy catch. Many tried and all failed before I came along, my friend. It was just that I finally matured and learned what it takes to seduce a woman."
"Well, I hate to break your bubble, Old Pal, but Pamela was the cream of the crop in her class at Stanford. No one even got a sniff until I came along. If it weren't for my charm and seductive powers, she'd still be a virgin, rather than the mother of two," beamed Ray.
"You idiots have no idea how hard it is to get into a real woman's pants. I had to hone my skills for two years before Angela gave in. There isn't another man on the planet that could have had success with her, even after two years!" I avowed. "Angela made it necessary for me to become the absolute best Don Juan the world has ever known. The only problem is that by the time I had all my moves developed and sharpened, I was engaged. That is a lucky thing for all the men with wives, mothers, sisters, and daughters that they love. I could have them all."
"You pompous ass!" grinned Tom. "Your skills with the fairer sex are far below mine. I should be forbidden by husbands to even be in the same room as their wives. They are putty in my hands, or at least they would be if Nancy weren't so specific about how I'd be separated from my balls if I ever strayed."
"Yeah," agreed Ray. "We'd be sowing oats all over the place if it weren't for our wives. We just don't have the balls, or stupidity, to do anything that would upset them, let alone fuck some other woman."
"It makes you wonder how we would have done with each others' wives, doesn't it?" asked Tom. "Would either of us gotten into Pamela's thong if we had known her back when you met her? Would Nancy have fallen for one of you bums? Not likely, I must admit. Angela, on the other hand, already finds me quite attractive and I have to careful to avoid her. She'd never be happy with you again if I gave her a tumble."
"You jackass!" I practically shouted. "Angela's ass is so far out of your league, and reach, it isn't even funny! I have noticed the way Nancy looks at my crotch when you aren't around, however."
That was the way we always bantered when we were together, but we all knew it was talk and remained best friends. Maybe it was the beer, or just boredom, but things got out of control that evening.
"I could get either of your wives into bed, if I put my mind to it," smirked Tom. "If we weren't friends, and if I thought Nancy wouldn't find out somehow, I'd do them both, just to show you guys exactly who's the top dog in this pack."
"Do you want to put some money on that?" demanded Ray. "I'd be willing to bet I could bang Nancy before you even got close to Pamela. Shit, I'd do Angela just for good measure."
"Wait a minute. Let the voice of reason prevail here," I interrupted. "No one tries to get into Angela's pants. Not unless I'm in on the bet, too."
That wasn't really the smartest thing to say, but we were trying to out-bluster each other and I wanted to show I could play the game as well as anyone.
"Why don't we make it a three-way bet," suggested Tom. "We each toss a few hundred into a pot. Then we draw straws or something to decide whose wife we seduce. It'll be like a round robin tournament or something like that."
"Okay. I'll write the three ladies' names on a piece of paper. We'll keep drawing names until none of us has our own wife's name," Ray suggested. "The first guy to fuck the designated wife gets the pot. Is that a deal?"
"How dumb do I look?" I quickly responded. "Am I going to take your word that you seduced my wife, or do I wait for her to tell me, not that it would ever happen. My point is that since this is such delicate territory, it will be difficult to proclaim a winner without some serious shit hitting the fan."
"You're right about that, Greg. This could easily ruin our friendship and get us all divorced. I guess we should forget the whole thing," Tom sighed. "There're no free passes when you're married."
Ray, always a quick thinker, offered a variation on the bet.
