A note from the author:
This is a fictional story with an unusual angle. It's just another example of an over active imagination and too much time on my hands. Good reading and I'd appreciate any feedback.
Regards Bazzza
As we look back on our short journey through life, we often look back on the good and the bad events that shape our lives. We all have our demons, the things that we readily would change given a second chance. Usually, this would be something of great significance that would either improve our own life, or someone close to us. This is my demon, the one thing that I would change given a second chance. It happened many years ago when in my early twenties, but youth is no excuse. I knew it was wrong, we all knew that it was wrong; we knew that nothing good would come of it, but we carried on anyway. But none of us had any inkling of the tragic consequences, and how it would affect our lives, well mine anyway. This is my story.
When all this started, I was just finishing my training as a technician. I was sharing an apartment with two good mates, Steve and Allan. I use the word apartment loosely, for it was just a dreary high rise block of budget units. However, for three young guys, it was simply perfect. Our small but adequate three bedroom apartment was located on the fifth floor. It was close to all of our cherished amenities, bars, movie theatres and fast food outlets. There was plenty of parking for our near derelict vehicles, none of them worth more a couple of weeks rent. Life in the apartment was good; we all got on like a house on fire. We liked food, alcohol, music and sex, not necessarily in that order. There were few rules, we shared expenses and chores, we were considerate to each others privacy, and we didn't hit on each others girlfriends.
I was tired on my return home that Friday night; I had spent the last two weeks out of town on a block course, the last one before getting my qualification. I had endured a brain teasing three hour exam earlier that afternoon, and then driven another two hours home. My arrival was expected, my favourite pizza hot and waiting on the lounge table, a chilled beer placed in my hand before my overnight bag hit the floor. The normal banter took place, like how quiet and tidy the place had been without my presence, and how they both kept my girlfriend Libby happy and content. Both Steve and Allan shook their heads sadly and agreed how lousy she was in the sack. I grinned in response, for Libby rang me every night and talked to me for hours. The likelihood of her shagging either of them was slim, after all, they were just arseholes and I'm so perfect. Well, it wasn't as if Libby and I were in love or anything, it was just a good friendship that included sex, and lots of it.
After we had insulted each other to our hearts content, we sat in the lounge and filled our stomachs with beer and pizza. A live Tom Petty concert on DVD soon entertained us; our eyes fixed a large screen TV, our ears tuned to a substantial hi fi system that was obtained via a dubious source many months previous.
It wasn't long before I knew something was up, the eye contact between Steve and Allan, the grins, sniggers and body language. I however declined to rise to their bait, and sat quietly relaxing and taking in the fine voice of Tom Petty and the talents of the Heartbreakers.
Around ten o'clock, Steve answered a knock at the door. It was then that I met Claire for the first time. She walked into the lounge with poise, confidence and a bottle of red wine in her hand. Even in the dimmed light, I noticed her eyes immediately on me a second before she smiled.
"Hi, I'm Claire." she said holding out her right hand for me to shake.
"Gav." I replied taking her hand, her grip firm and cool.
"Pleased to meet you, they've told me all about you." she said.
I scoffed, "Don't believe a word they tell you, they can't be trusted."
She smiled, "I hope not, I'd really be disappointed if they were."
Claire moved into the kitchen which was visible from where I sat. It was obvious she'd been here before with the ease in which she found a wine glass and the cork screw. While she removed the cork and filled her glass, I had time to take her in.
She was obviously older than us, I would later find out that she was thirty seven, a good thirteen or so years our senior. Her hair was dark, wavy and shoulder length. She wasn't gorgeous, or even pretty really. I would describe her more as pleasant on the eye, her skin olive and face slightly freckled. She wore a blue top that was stretched tight at the front, on the bottom she wore faded jeans and slip on shoes. Her buttocks were on the large side as were her thighs, but not unattractively so. I looked over inquisitively at Steve, he just grinned and winked. Claire soon returned and sat on the couch beside me, the only vacant place to sit. It was then I noticed the wedding and engagement rings on her left hand, but thought nothing more about it at the time.
We all sat and watched the DVD as it neared the grand finale; Claire made small talk as she sipped her wine, and I listened attentively. She told me that she and her husband just moved to town a week ago and lived two floors down. Her husband worked shifts at the local container port, it was a bit lonely not knowing anyone and she welcomed the company of Steve and Allan whom she'd met in the car park.
After the DVD finished, Allan put on another, but turned the sound right down, we then just sat and talked for a while, Claire returned to the kitchen and refilled her glass while Steve and Allan again grinned mischievously. On her return, she placed her glass on the floor on the couch and stood before us.
"I suppose we might as well get the show on the road." she suggested while kicking off her shoes.
To my surprise, Claire pulled her top over her head and threw it at me. I stared dumbfounded as her hands moved to her jeans and slowly unzipped them. My eyes moved upwards to her large breasts which were firmly supported by a red bra. She wriggled her jeans over her buttocks, pushed them downwards and stepped out of them. Matching red panties hugged her buttocks; her thighs were large but firm looking.
Claire laughed at my surprise, "Ready for some fun?" she asked and turned to the others, "Shall I do the new boy first?"
They both grinned and nodded. Claire looked back into my eyes while reaching behind her back; she unclipped her bra and let it slide to the floor. Her heavy breasts hung low with two large erect dark nipples from the cool air. She bent down to her jeans and rummaged through the front pockets looking for something, then placed a pile of condoms on the coffee table beside me.
"Okay, let's see what you've got down there." she said kneeling and muscling her way between my thighs.
In an instant, her fingers were undoing my belt and zip.
"You don't mind do you?" she asked with a mischievous grin. "You look a little surprised."
I laughed, "Hell no, you carry on. I'll let you know if I want you to stop."
"You won't." she replied confidently.
Claire soon had my jeans down to my knees; I have to admit that my cock was still considering its options. It was only at half mast when she lowered her lips onto it; she took it all into her mouth and then sucked upwards stretching it to its full length. Taking the shaft in her right hand, she then started sucking on the head, her tongue caressing the eye. She'd obviously done this before, her technique already showing dividends. I started to harden quickly, her grip gradually loosened as my cock reached the stage of standing up by its self.
