Call it a sympathy fuck if you want, but thatâs what my friendâs new wife gave me.
As I usually travel a lot with my job, I had to make a trip to Colorado. Going to the Denver area, in the middle of January was not my idea of fun, but at least I could look up an old friend.
Mike had lived there for the last five years. He and I are both 22 years old now, and it was in the middle of our junior year, that his dad had to transfer with his job.
I had not kept in touch with him, although I knew how to get hold of him. I looked at this as a positive thing, since we would be able to catch up on what had gone on in our lives.
I made my trip to Denver, rented a car, and went to my hotel to check in. My business meetings were not to start for two more days, on Monday morning.
I called Mike, telling him I was in town, wondering if we could get together for a few hours. He thought that was great, telling me to come this afternoon. We made a quick conversation about how to get to his house, which would end up being about an hour drive.
Since it was already 2:00pm, I left right after our conversation. The drive was long, and it was snowing quite hard.
I was not sure if I had the right house when I drove up, but this was where the directions led me. As I drove up, in front of the house, I could see a young woman shoveling the fresh fallen snow off the front porch. She finished up, just as I parked my car, and got out.
As I started walking up the snow-packed driveway, she leaned her shovel against the house and started toward me.
âYou must be Dan, rightâ, she asked?
âYes, hi, Iâm Dan Hillâ, I answered.
âOh, good, Mike said you were coming today, and to watch for youâ, she said, smiling sweetly.
âIs Dan hereâ?
âNo, you just missed him", she replied. "He got called out on an emergency, caused by this latest snowfall. Donât worry though, heâll be back in a few hours. Come on in out of the cold", she said, leading the way.
I knew that Dan worked with the State Highway Department, here in Colorado, so I thought he must be involved somehow with the highway snow removal process.
As we entered the house, she turned to me, and introduced herself.
âHi, Iâm Jennyâ, she said, holding out her hand.
I shook her hand, telling her I was glad to meet her.
âYou are obviously Danâs wife, rightâ, I suspected?
âThatâs right. Weâve been married a little over four months, nowâ.
We still stood in the door area, as she was taking off all of her winter clothes. As I removed my coat, she took it from me, hanging it in the coat closet, along with her coat and insulated overalls.
She kicked off her boots, and now stood before me in faded jeans and a plain, white tee shirt.
Because my shoes were wet and snowy, I removed them, leaving me in my socks.
She gestured for me to follow her to the living room to have a seat. It was nice and warm in the house as a fire was burning in the fireplace.
As I followed her in, I couldnât help looking at her. She looked to be about 5â7â tall and about 115 pounds. She had a really nice body, her ass swaying sexily as she walked.
I was taken with her breasts, as well. They were not any bigger than about a 34B, but they seemed so firm and bouncy, as she walked.
Maybe it was the cold weather, but her nipples pushed against her bra and oversized tee shirt.
Unfortunately, her physical attributes brought back painful memories, since she was built a lot like my wife used to be. It was an uncanny resemblance, even down to the style of her shiny hair. Where my wife had brown hair, Jennyâs hair is blond, and fairly thick, sitting just at shoulder length.
I sat on the couch as Jenny sat in a wood rocking chair, a few feet away.
As I got a chance to really look at her face, I was astounded at how much she looked like the actress and playmate, Brittany Daniel.
We began to talk, getting to know each other.
âMike tells me that the two of you were close friends back in high schoolâ, she began the conversation.
âYa, we had a lot of great times together, until his family moved, during our Junior Yearâ, I responded. âBeing the same age, and growing up as neighbors, we certainly made a lot of memories together".
âWell, Mike is 22 years old, so you must be about that age too, rightâ, she asked?
I told her that I was 22, and that Mike and I hadnât seen each other in 5 years.
âI didnât know he was married, so when I drove up, I was not sure I had the right houseâ.
âYa, like I said, it has been four months now, so I guess weâre still Newlywedsâ, she gave a coy smile. "Mike and I dated for about 6 months before getting married, so weâve known each other just short of a yearâ.
She went on to tell me that she was now 20 years old.
Though I didnât tell Jenny, all of this talk about marriage was getting me depressed.
âSo, are you marriedâ, Jenny asked?
I was hoping to not talk about it, but I realized I needed to get it out of the way, so I didnât have to worry about it anymore.
âUh ..I was, but not anymoreâ, I answered solemnly. âMy wife, Candice, was killed by a drunk driverâ, I said, as my eyes welled up with tears.
âOh my God, I am so sorryâ, she pined quickly. âI didnât mean to bring it upâ, she added, trying to repair the situation.
âItâs not your fault, you didnât knowâ. "Besides, I suppose I need to talk about it in order to get over itâ, I explained.
âWe were married exactly one yearâ. "My wife,..Candice,.. well, she was coming home from work, and the drunk driver crossed lanes, hitting her head onâ, I said, fighting back tears.
âIt was our one-year anniversaryâ. âSheâs been gone now for six months, and I miss her terriblyâ, I whispered, with a shaky voice.
I was trying to hide the fact that I was hurting. You know, itâs that painful sensation that you get back in your throat and up under your jaw.
Jenny, not really knowing me, but caring deeply for me, moved over next to me on the couch. She put her arm around me, patting me on the back.