If Time travel was a common occurrence, I can see the reason for the guideline of not being able to go back to within your own life span. If that were not the case, then we could do over or change the things we have done. I am thinking about the do over part and where exactly I would go and with whom. It for me would then explain several things that have been a mystery and some things that need some proverbial light shone on them. For the most part I am going to stay away from the mysteries and concentrate on the good memories, the exciting memories. For which there is quite a few.
One event occurred while my girlfriend at the time who later would become my wife, were sitting in our apartment enjoying a glass of wine and I a beer. As usual when anyone who came to our place there was rap on the window closest to the ground level door. I ran to the window and pulled the flag back that we used as a curtain and saw who it was. I said to him I would be right up and told Vanessa that it was Kyle. She went to the fridge and pulled out a stubby for him and poured it into a glass. When I got back to the apartment door Vanessa had arrived at the door and proceeded to give it to him, and a hug and a peck on the cheek. I looked at Kyle and he looked at me and gave me a WTF look to which I just shrugged and said to myself this could be an interesting evening. Or was that my little head doing the thinking yet AGAIN.
Since I had known Vanessa for a few years now she had lost considerable weight and was down to a size 6 or so. For the guys that means she was bouncing along at about 130 pounds. She stood 5'6" with a Marylyn Monroe body, yes, she was a 36C and the view was delicious she had soft brunette hair in a tight curly perm. The woman had a voracious appetite for sex, and it was not uncommon for her to want it three times a day. Kyle someone whom we both knew in High school with him sitting behind her in her Man in society class and I knowing him from the band. Stood at 5.9" and very well-built owing to the weight training and hockey that he had done every day. Plus being handsome and a charming cad he was never at a loss with the ladies and his package which could be made out quite clearly in its entirety in his favourite white jeans the bastard and I say that with the utmost respect logged in at least 8 inches and at least 3 if not four around. I am being about 130 pounds average shape and am 2 inches shorter and not as thick around. She liked him it was not hard to see, and he knew it. It was the weekend, and it was summer, so our usual dress was shorts and a T-shirt. This evening Vanessa was torturing me as usual in a tank top cut ragged about 3 inches below her ample breasts and sans bra. I loved it and so did Kyle. Her shorts were just a pair of silky jogger type things and she rarely wore panties under them because she said she liked the feeling of it rubbing against her skin. Kyle and I both had T-shirts on, and he had gym shorts and I opted for my cut off jeans that sometimes showed too much.
Everything was going great, and I got up to get another round of drinks in the tiny galley kitchen we had. Going through the fridge getting ice cubes and rye for the drinks, more wine for Vanessa I was busy for a couple of minutes. I heard Vanessa say she had to pee and off she went. Then I heard the couch release another weight, so I stuck my head around the corner. Kyle was heading down the hall towards the bathroom, I heard the flush and door open and a little squeal from Vanessa. Odd I thought but then looking around the hall corner I could see what had startled her. Before she could get the bathroom, light turned off Kyle had timed it so that he met her in the doorway, and she fell into his arms. They held on to each other and he spoke.
All we need is some mistletoe." And she said "No we don't. And they moved slowly together in a soft exploratory kiss. Well, that was the opening to the flood gate. Vanessa and I had talked about a 3-some before and Kyle was our most likely victim. His hands were softly sitting her delicate hips and he was itching to raise them north. There was another kiss this time a little more lingering and he tried to ease her into the bathroom. To which she spun and grabbed the door handle and pulled it shut.
I had pulled back to retrieve the drinks and was coming out of the galley as she rounded the corner.
"For you, my dear." And glanced up the hallway as Kyle emerged from the bathroom adjusting his semi rigid member. I passed him his beverage and I sat in the chair across form the couch where the two of them were sitting. Trying to set the tone a bit I thought that the lighting was a bit harsh so turned out the overhead and turned on the table lamp. Vanessa jumped and announced that if we were going this route then she would get some candles. Ok I thought this is improving so thinking how I could make myself scares for a bit asked if anyone felt like Nachos,