Taylor and I had been good friends since the age of about 5 but our friendship changed when we went to different high schools, we both made new friends and to be honest we stopped talking by 15.
This was until, we randomly noticed each other out at a bar when we were 18. We'd obviously both changed, he obviously spent a lot of time in the gym. He was no longer the short skinny guy, he towered above most of the bar at 6'4, his chest was broad and his arms were huge. That's not all he had going for him though, he was tanned too and had short dark brown hair.
Anyway, we got talking and he said he'd drop by, he still passed our house on the way to the gym... Three days later he'd kept his promise and knocked on the door. I answered and there he stood, in a grey vest showing off his arms and chest and black shorts showing off his muscular thighs.
"Hey! Come in, it's great that we're talking again. I told my Mom too and she can't wait to see how much you've changed!"
He laughed and took a seat at the kitchen table looking around. "Is your dad not around anymore or...?"
Before I could answer, my Mom burst through the door, arms outstretched and ready to give Taylor a hug. She had always said that it was a shame that we stopped talking because we were such good friends and would never be seen without each other at one point.
After the usual catch up questions, about family, life etc, she said how she'd still expected this short skinny guy to turn up. "How wrong was I!" she said.
He just laughed, taking it as a compliment I think. My Mom looks after herself too though to be fair. She doesn't go to the gym but eats fresh healthy food, goes running most days.
At 40 years old she'd still grab attention off guys half her age. She was 5'8, a bit tanned, slim, brown long hair and brown eyes.
"So, where's your Dad?" Asked Taylor.
"He's away with work." I said casually, these trips with work were happening a lot lately and usually spilled into his few days off afterwards too as they'd see it as an opportunity to get away and play some golf.
At this point my Mom began to go into one of her rants about just that, and how many trips there are. "I mean, he's been gone four days and still won't be back for two weeks because they decide to play stupid golf afterwards too."
Taylor just laughed awkwardly as my Mom's ranting continued.
Anyway, shorty after this Taylor decided he better get to the gym. We said we should meet up for a few drinks at a local bar down the road from mine at the weekend. Taylor hesitantly agreed, saying that it's a bit far from his but yeah, sure.
"Listen," my Mom interrupted "it doesn't feel like you've ever been away, you can stay here afterwards and drive back the next day."
That confirmed it, and Taylor agreed.
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That weekend finally arrived and Taylor arrived at our place looking the part. Slim fit jeans and a shirt with the top few buttons undone. Again, showing off his chest. His arms looked as though they were about to rip his shirt too.
My Mom came downstairs and offered him a drink. She was about to go on her evening run, dressed in her black tight lycra shorts and top which showed off her breasts, I hadn't noticed that top for running before... But anyway.
Taylor couldn't help but let his eyes wander, especially as she bent over to pick up a beer for him which was in a crate on the floor.
Anyway, we headed out to a bar and had a few beers before heading back to my place. It was about 2am when we did get back. My mom had made another bed up in my room for Taylor. She was good like that. We collapsed down onto our beds and fell straight to sleep...
