Act 1: Homecoming
My truck sat at the airport arrivals, running, the port police officer in her bulky green jacket eyeing me each time she passed. On her third pass, she walked up to the passenger window, raising up on her tip toes and motioning for me to roll it down.
"You have to move along now, pick-up only, no waiting." She held up her puffy arm, letting me know which way to drive down the one-way street.
"Little warm for that Jacket." I returned, trying to stall.
"Yes," She smiled at me politely with her crooked teeth. "Now move."
As she said the words a tall, curly haired man with golf clubs over one shoulder and a red duffel bag over the other ran up behind her, flinging the clubs into the back of the truck. The officer shuffled away, throwing her hands in the air and shaking her head. The tall man opened the back door of my truck, tossing in the red bag, then climbed up into the passenger seat, his long square jaw line taut, and mouth clinched shut pushing up his high cheekbones making his eyes squint.
"Sorry I'm late. We were delayed on the tarmac." He explained "Is everything in order?"
"Yes, of course it is." I answered. "How are you Mikey?"
"Great," His mouth relaxed, opening up into a wide smile, as he leaned over and wrapped his big arms around me. "Missed you buddy."
"Me too" I returned his hug and his smile. "Golf tournament tomorrow, it's a scramble and we tee off at two."
I pressed firmly down on the gas, and the big truck rumbled out into traffic, beginning our two and a half hour drive to my house. Mikey reached down between his legs and pulled two beers from the open case.
"I see you've already started without me." He winked at me, handing me an open beer, before opening the second one and taking a long drink.
"Well you made me wait long enough." I laughed, looking around, then taking a drink.
"I still find it hard to believe that you and Angie got married." He shook his head, looking out as the cars zipped by. "We were all, like, best friends in High School."
"Oh I know buddy, I guess shit just happens." I shrugged my shoulders.
"I guess." He flashed a toothy grin. "Can't wait to see her." He looked back out the window. "The Mountain is out today." He pointed off in the distance with the crown of his beer. The enormous blue and white mountain dominated the skyline, like it was protecting the city, standing vigilant against any who would oppose.
The two hour drive back to my house, over the mountain pass, was all about catching up, with story-telling and laughing. Good-old-times filled with High School pranks, football, girls and beer. We reminisced about missing lost friends and making new ones. As my truck pulled into the garage next to the small car and the door slowly squeaked shut behind us, we hopped down from my lifted four wheel drive and threw the empty case and bottles into the garbage can in the garage.
The large square island in the center of the kitchen was bare besides an old deck of cards, making a perfect stack in the middle and the two beers that were placed on its gray tiled counter, sweating. Mikey and I, sitting on the high bar stools in silence, watched as Angie, my wife, stretched up, barely reaching the middle shelf, and pulled down two bottles from the cabinet, her black hair with long, slow curves, hanging halfway down her back. The maroon soccer shorts she was wearing, from her old high school were tightly wrapped on her round, full ass and thick thighs.
"Do you boys have plans tonight?" She said without turning around, while mixing her drink.
"Not really" My voice flat, directed down at my beer. "What have you been up to?"
"Keri and I went out for drinks earlier, now I guess I'll just hang here and watch a movie in the bedroom." She was cheerful, a buzzed cheerful. "Wouldn't want to interrupt your big reunion."
"You can hang with us." Mikey offered, sipping his beer.
"Oh yeah." She said, turning around, her large breast swinging within the confines of the tight black tee shirt she was wearing. "That depends on what you are planning? You've been sitting here drinking beer and talking for the last two hours, are you actually going to do anything?"
Her thin eyebrows furrowed and round ruby lips pressed firmly together. Angie flipped back around, to finish making her drink.
We had all three had grown up together and been friends, almost like siblings. Angie was gone most the time with her gymnastics competitions around the country and we were busy doing the stupid things that guys do in youth. It wasn't until after Mikey had moved away that Angie and I became close friends, started dating and eventually married.
Mikey glanced over at me, and I shrugged one shoulder back at him. Leaning forward, he wrapped his large fingers around the cards on the gray tile, sliding them over between us, both our mouths turned up, and we laughed.
"What's so funny." Angie asked, taking a little sip of her drink, to make sure she mixed it correctly.
"How about some poker?" Mikey said his deep voice raising an octave.
"Which Kind?" Angie seemed interested. I was pretty sure she meant which game of poker, wondering if she was familiar with it.
"Strip." Mikey returned without hesitation.
"Yea." I added. I always liked how straight forward Mikey could be. I was happy he hadn't changed since he moved away.
"Ha!" Angie belted out. "Are we in high school?" She flipped back around again, drink in hand and started walking around behind us, toward the stairs. "Why don't you two play strip poker together." She giggled.
"It's only been ten years since high school" I announced, nodding and taking a drink of my beer.
"Oh that's right!" Mikey directed a stern voice to Angie's back, as she was walking away. "Miss Missionary." It was a name that I had given her, supposedly just between her and I.
The room fell silent, a heavy silence that hung there, weighing down on all of us, but me the most. I spit out my beer, nearly choking on it, and gave Mikey my own stern look, eyes wide and shaking my head from side to side. Angie, nearing the stairs, stood frozen in the walking motion, short toes pressed into the dark brown hardwood floor. She spun around one hundred and eighty degrees, until she was facing us.
"Miss what?" She wasn't really looking for an answer.
"It's ok, I understand." Mikey shot back at her. "Just go watch your movie."
Angie eyed us both, lips pressed to the side. "If that's what you want."
Her chin lifted; she grabbed a stool as she came back into the kitchen and pulled it around to the opposite side of the island, dragging the metal legs on the hard wood.
"But just so you know, I will not get naked." She sat down on the high stool, but still seemed too short for the chair, her heavy breasts dangling just above the counter.
"Wow." my voice went up three octaves, I went for the same cabinet she had been previously at, to get the whisky and three shot glasses. "I guess we better have some shots."
"High School." Angie mumbled, as Mikey began shuffling the cards.
"Here are the rules. One winner and one loser and middle hand gets a bye. Loser must take off a piece of clothing."
"Not getting naked." Angie repeated.
"I'm getting to that." Mikey's retort was quick. "If the loser decides not to remove a piece of clothing, then they must do something at the winners request."
"Ha." Angie shouted. "Strip poker, and truth or dare. We ARE in high school."
"Be that as it may." I interrupted, pouring three shots. "We are all friends, and we will all have fun." I pushed a shot in front of each of us.
"Yes we will." Mikey said, dealing the cards. "Five card draw, it's pretty much the only game I know."
"Yes we will." Angie said, repeating Mikey's statement.
Mikey and I threw back our shots, however Angie left hers resting in front of her, electing to stick to her fruity drink.
The sun had almost disappeared, casting it's last faint shadows through the kitchen blinds and painting the pantry door behind us a striping of deep brown. Angie won the first two hands impressively, leaving Mikey and I shirtless, his chest with short black curly hair a stark contrast to my hairless chest. Angie called the third round, laying down a pair of aces, her white teeth gleaming through her lips. Her smile almost left when Mikey put three eights on the counter, then completely when I set my three queens down.
"Shit." She said pushing her cards to the center of the island, and reaching for the shot glass. "Guess I'm going to need this now."
She drank the whisky slowly, like she was thinking. After building her nerve, she reached under the counter with crossed arms and pulled her shirt up, it caught on the underside of her breast, causing them to bounce out, tapping the tile counter, and eliciting a smile from both of us guys. She stretched her short arms out, tugging her shirt through her long hair. The black lace bra she was wearing could barely cover her enormous breasts, as it squeezed them together, hinting at the large brown nipples underneath.
"Next round." She spoke up, and bounced over to pour herself another drink.
I shuffled and dealt the cards, waiting for Angie to return. The following round ended almost the same, but with Mikey winning with a pair of sevens. Angie was feeling good from the alcohol; she was starting to lose her inhibitions. She hopped down from the stool, and pulled on the elastic from her shorts while standing behind the Island.
"Wait." Mikey stated loudly, also feeling the effects of the alcohol. "I won, so I want you to come over here and take them off." He was pointing down at the hardwood floor on our side of the Island.
