{Once in awhile I just have to write a true one. Well, it's almost true, anyway.}
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"You should stay home more often." My brother Marty told me the minute I walked in the door of the Gas Station we owned together.
"Why?"
"I came up the driveway and Sandy was knocking on your door!"
He grinned at me.
"Sandy? Why would Sandy be knocking on my door?"
Marty laughed and went back to trying to figure out why the Old Chrysler sitting in the service bays wouldn't pass DEQ, I just shrugged and headed for the islands to peddle some fuel.
I can't say I thought too much about that, I had known Sandy for nearly 5 years. She married a guy from the circle of friends that we ran with, there was a bunch of us. Cary, Sandy's husband was a bit of a hell raiser. We hid anything that could be broken when he was going to be at one of our parties. He loved to ride motorcycles, I saw some trophies he had and some newspaper reports, he was a State off-road champion when he was younger.
Of course, he was the only guy I ever knew who would go flat out wide open down hills so steep that the rest would put on their brakes. Hell I have even seen him do wheelstands going downhill, crazy stuff.
Cary was also a little bit on the kinky side. That showed up a lot at parties. He got a kick out of undoing one of the girl's tops, and a few times he was quick enough to actually get the whole thing and run.
That always got everybody laughing while some poor gal chased him yelling at the tops of her lungs with her titties swinging freely. But hell, they knew he would do it and wore those little handkerchief things anyway.
Cary got slapped a lot, he didn't seem to mind though. He was always goosing some poor gal when he got a chance.
I ran the local party house, I kept a well stocked wet bar, music, bean bag chairs everywhere in the old Farmhouse my brother and I owned out in the country.
Lots of free booze meant nearly very night was party night, someone would show up. We were all young and single back then, although some members of our group did get married and drift away from the scene.
Sandy was a girlfriend of Linda, the gal I was seeing at the time. There was another girl making it a trio, Sylvia. The three of them went nearly everywhere together.
My Linda was a bit on the chubby side but she made up for that with antics in the bedroom I am not sure I can completely describe. One night we all got drunk and Sylvia piled on top in my bedroom, that is pretty much an accurate description. I was on my back hosing Linda when a pair of legs came over the top and here I was looking straight up into the prettiest dark hairy pussy I ever saw. There was enough light I could see that she was all wet and shiny. Sylvia dropped it right down on my mouth, Linda just giggled as Sylvia's bare butt bounced off the top of her head, so I obliged.
Morning found Sylvia still in bed with us so I rolled over on top of her and hosed her silly while Linda leaned on one elbow and watched. Jon, one of the guys who usually got a bit too lit and stayed over sat out in the living room and watched us get it on through the open door. I didn't care and neither did Sylvia. Afterwards she got up naked as a Jaybird and walked through the living room to my bathroom to take a shower.
Nearly everybody fucked Sylvia at one time or another, me included. Sometimes she would pop by, I would pour her a couple of drinks and that is all it took, she always got horny as hell when she drank.
There was a few other incidents similar with some of the other gals that showed up at the parties, too. Our group pretty much passed everybody around to everybody.
But not Sandy. She partied but stayed untouched, she dated, kissed and went home. Her Red hair was usually tied back, she wore slacks and sweaters, sometime blouses but always with a bra. Even the times we went to the beach her suits would make three of any of the rest of the girls.
Hell, I never even tried, she just became one of the girls around, always welcome but I never even thought of jumping on her if that makes sense. The closest I ever came was one night Jon showed up with some gal I hadn't seen before, he ended up screwing her on the beanbag chair in my living room in front of everybody. I noticed Sandy sat and watched, that night I tried giving her some comeon smiles but she just ignored them.
Then she and Cary hooked up, he was good looking, a good provider, worked hard. He had some money tucked away, quite a bit of it considering he always drove the latest hot car and always had a fancy new boat. Just what Sandy was looking for. Then another couple hooked up, and another, the parties faded. The old gang dropped down to a half dozen of us once a week, then once a month or so.
I was still playing the field so I would go home and wash up, then head for the bars. Hell, if I could find the right gal, I got laid. Then I would leave them at the house for a day while I went to work, and come home to the laundry done, the place spiffed up. Even the fucking dead flies on the windowsills would be gone. During that period I guess I became a bit of a predator. But then the women were, too, they were looking for guys with money in their jeans, I had some myself. I was in my twenties, in shape, had long natural blonde hair and drove a pretty little Chevy hotrod, so I did OK.
I would guess I averaged a score about 50% of the time, maybe a bit better than that. Sometimes there were repeats, too, in those cases I picked the ones who would actually do some housework.
(Yea, I know, asshole. But I sure got laid a lot.)
I had ran into Cary and Sandy up at Marty's house a couple of months earlier, we had built Marty a home on the back side of the 10 acre place we bought together out in the country. After that, Marty started having his own parties.
I remember that night, because it was a costume masked thing Marty liked to do. I shaved off my moustache, shaved my legs, and wore this slinky soft blue evening gown and a huge Farrah type black wig. Except for being 6 feet tall, I made a yummy looking female. With the mask over my eyes, nobody knew who I was, including my brother.
So much so that my Cousin Danny started putting the moves on me. I even danced with him once, that was funny. Then later he put his hand on my leg and I told him in my normal voice that if he didn't get his hands off me I would bust his ass!
Let's just say he left me alone after that, I think he pissed his pants.
Yes, we were all a bunch of crazy bastards, always raising hell or doing something.
Anyway, once I was outed everyone had a good laugh. I was sure getting patted on the ass a lot by the girls. I ended up dancing with Sandy and she snuggled in nice and tight. She felt so good in my arms that I got a boner. Of course she noticed that, and made a wisecrack about how she had never met a woman with something that size.
Then she honest to god blushed. I felt like kicking myself for not making a move earlier, too late now since she and Cary were married.
We exchanged several glances that night, I looked her up and down. It really was quite a difference, before she always wore slacks and a sweater or blouse. Add in the glasses and her hair in a bun and you get the picture.
That night she had on a soft multicolored yellow and green blouse that hugged her breasts, obviously bare underneath from the way they shifted and jiggled when she moved. The light green shorts were tight and there were no lines I could see. Her natural red hair was long and flowing, even her ever-present round wire framed glasses did nothing to detract from her beauty.
Yea, quite a difference.
But married, so off limits since Cary was a friend. Of course Cary was running around copping feels off all the girls like always, just the way he was.
I pretty much forgot about Sandy coming over while I was gone, then one evening I was kicked back reading the paper, a shot of whiskey mixed with some soda sitting by my side.
The phone rang, it was Sandy.
