Chapter Two,
The Party
Even before I shaved and took my shower. I knew I shouldn't be going to this party. My common sense and gut instincts, kept telling me, over and over again, what I already knew.
She's a married woman and her husband's a drunk and drunken husband's tent to spell trouble, with a capital T. But I said I'd go, so that was that, I was going.
I put on a navy blue jersey that showed off the muscles in my chest and arms and a pair of very loose fitting khaki cargo shorts, in hopes of hiding the slab of meat that hangs down between my leg and the inseam of my pants.
Their house was huge and impressive looking. While I walked around to the back yard; I saw a bunch of kids down by the swimming pool. The tall pretty girl with the baby stroller was down there with them.
But I didn't see anyone else around. So I keep wandering around until I saw the back door as I approached it. I could hear Betty ranting and raving. "What the hell, am I going to do? "
I knocked on the back door and Betty yell out angrily," Come on in, it's open." When Betty seen me she said angrily, "Meat your long lost Buddy is dead drunk on the couch."
I wasn't the least bit surprised to hear that.
Betty's full natural tits were bouncing up and down inside her halter top as she paced across the kitchen floor towards me. Then she abruptly turned and began pacing back the other way. Being an ass and leg man, I glanced down to get a view of her from the waist down. She was wearing a pair of cutoff jeans that barely covered her well rounded buns.
Betty's ass has the slightest jiggle to it when she walks. Her legs are long lovely and well toned; I also noticed that she was wearing a pair of white Keds on her feet.
Holy Shit, I though to myself she's still a living breathing wet dream, just like she was in high school.
I knew she was a married woman; and everything her husband said about her, was probably just a bunch of drunkards bullshit. But I told myself, she's off limits and to stay away from her.
In spite of my good intends, just by watching her bouncing boobs and jiggling ass, as she paced back and forth across the kitchen. Made my cock start to stir and I felt a drop of pre-cum ooze out the end of dick, into my under shorts.
When she looked at me; I saw that her mascara was smeared around her red blood shot eyes, making her look like a raccoon.
Betty sucked in her breath trying to control her sobbing as she said desperately," Meat, I've got sixty people coming over for a birthday party, and the couple I hired, to help me with it. Just called and told me, they were sorry, but they had a family crises, so they couldn't make it! "Then she started sobbing again.
I'm just a big sucker that can't stand to see a woman crying! So I walked over to her and said, "Its okay, I'll help you." Then I put my arms her, and began rocking her like a child trying to make her feel better.
But when Betty felt my arms going around her; she lifted her arms up and wrapped them around my neck, unconsciously draping the length of her soft warm body against mine.
When I felt Betty's sobbing body against mine. My heart started to pound, sending blood surging through my veins, right into my groin making my penis start to pulse, and stiffen.
Before I realized what was happening, my cock was sticking straight out in front of me. Needless to say, I knew I should let go of her immediately, before she felt my dick pressing against her.
But Betty felt so good in my arms, it was like she belonged there and her feminine scent was filling my nose, intoxicating me with her sexuality. Whether she knew it or not, she was creating a craving deep in my genitals, that I wouldn't be able to control.
Needless to say, I couldn't let go of her, even if I wanted too. However; I was still trying my best to keep it non-sexual between us.
So I gently rubbed the side of her cheek with the palm of my hand and whispered softly into her ear," Its okay Betty. I'll help you any way I can just tell me what you want me to do?"
Betty sniffled as she drew in her breath and sort of sobbed, "Do you know how to cook, on a grill?"
"Oh Hell Yeah, what guy can't? " I replied confidently, trying to sound manly and impress her with my masculinity.
She sounded pitiful as she asked, "Will you help me?" "Sure, "I replied, trying to be her, knight in shining armor. Then I tenderly kissed her forehead trying to reassure her of my good intentions and sincerity.
