If you've read some of my other stories, you know that my wife had a group of friends who had known each other since seventh grade. The self-named "Dallas School Girls" included seven women and one gay man. Now all in their sixties, they have stayed in close contact, even though their lives took them in many different directions.
The last time I saw the entire group was at my wife's funeral. They showed up in full strength, taking care of every detail from scheduling the Temple to organizing the food to wrangling my sometimes-overly controlling brother-in-law/rabbi. They literally saved my sanity.
Since then, many of them have come to me individually to share love and support. But one woman reminded me of the time we came together as a threesome with my wife. This is that story.
It's almost guaranteed that I'll be on a tight deadline when a city transformer blows out in our neighborhood, leaving the house in the dark. This time, my wife called her good friend Sydney to ask if she still had power. She said she did, and I was welcome to park my laptop on her dining room table.
Within 15 minutes, I was set up at Sydney's apartment while my wife left to run what errands she could. Within a couple hours, I made good progress, mostly typing and editing while Sydney puttered around her place.
In her sixties like all the "Dallas School Girls," Syd is what I would call a Big Beautiful Woman. At least six-feet tall, with broad shoulders, wide hips, huge butt, and magnificent boobs. I know nothing of bra sizes, but I suspect hers were far along in the double-alphabet. She had black, shoulder-length hair that framed a square face. Known by many for her temper, she always had a smile and joke for me. Her laugh was deep and full. And when she hugged you, my friend, you knew you had been hugged!
She had a reputation as one of the top civil lawyers in town. If you wanted to sue an unfair employer or a careless manufacturer, you hired Sydney. She was famously known for calling a judge a putz. To his face. During a trial. And got away with it!
Can you see why she's one of my favorite people?
I struggled to focus on my work as she moved through the apartment. Wearing only a loose concert t-shirt and gray sweatpants, her ass bounced when she pushed the vacuum, and her huge, braless tits swung from side to side as she scrubbed the counter top.
After working for a couple of hours, I was pulled from the screen by the biggest pastrami sandwich I had ever seen being set next to my laptop.
"Hungry, hon?" Syd had the strongest Texas accent of any of The Girls. She was standing over me, grinning. Her boobs bounced inside her shirt while her nipples made themselves known only a few inches from my face.
I pulled my eyes away from her tits, but her smirk indicated she had caught me looking. "I sure am. I didn't realize how long I'd been working."
Sydney stepped toward the kitchen pass-through, picking up her own plate in one hand, and two bottles of beer in the other. She sat across from me at the dining table and slid one bottle within reach.
She raised her bottle. "Cheers to beers"
I joined in "and legs behind your ears." Our bottles clinked.
Wrapping her lips around the bottle, she pulled a long drink before sighing in satisfaction. "That's good." She held the bottle to the side of her neck. "I'm so hot. This is just what I need."
