HOW IT ALL BEGAN
It is said, in life, that people we know are split into two groups. Those that are friends, and those that are merely acquaintances. Some friendships can last a lifetime, but the vast majority of 'friends' that we make, drift off to become someone we used to know.
Now the question is, does that apply to kids, or are all their peers classed as friends?
Tim Keagan and Davy Madsen had met at kindergarten. They were never best buddies, but as they grew older and moved into junior high, they were both part of a group of kids from the same neighborhood that used to hang around together.
Initially, they were friendly enough that now and again they would visit each other's houses. And it was one such visit that started the rift in their fragile friendship.
It was a small, almost innocuous event. Tim had been at Davy's house. It was a hot day, so Davy's mom had brought them each a cold soda along with a tin of cookies. A chubby kid at that age, Davy loved chocolate and quickly grabbed all the Oreos and chocolate chip cookies for himself, leaving Tim with the boring, bland plain ones.
Tim was a bit put out, a feeling that grew when he asked Davy if he could have one of the chocolate chip cookies. Davy flat out refused. It was the pivotal moment in their fledgling relationship. Any hint of a friendship that may have existed before, was eroded from that day on.
Despite his chubbiness, Davy was nearly as good as Tim at most sports, especially baseball, where his size meant he could hit with power. They became ultra-competitive when pitted against each other, and that edgy competitiveness often culminated in tussles between the two.
But it was the start of their sophomore year in high school that the last vestige of friendship ended completely. Because that was the day a blonde-haired cutie by the name of Carrie Bishop transferred in from another school. Davy lusted after her. Why wouldn't he? She already had sizable breasts. The problem was that Tim met Carrie first. Of course, they were attracted to each other. He was a good-looking kid and she was a beautiful girl.
When Davy found out they were dating, he was consumed with jealousy. It was the final nail in the coffin as far as his and Tim's tenuous friendship was concerned. She was everything Davy desired in a girl: a cheerleader... good-looking... blonde-hair... big tits... shapely legs... a bubble butt ass... and flirty... very flirty. She ticked all his boxes. Her only flaw was that for some god-forsaken reason she seemed to be besotted with Tim.
But it didn't deter him. When he got the chance he pursued her relentlessly, desperate to get into her panties, but always making sure that Tim was not around when he made his attempts to seduce her. But sadly for him, he made absolutely no progress. She just wasn't interested.
Oh yeah, she was flirty enough to lead him on. She enjoyed the game immensely, teasing him relentlessly before she would ultimately destroy his hopes by laughing in his face with a callous dismissal. She only had eyes for Tim.
And as the years rolled by, so Tim's dislike of Davy grew, whilst in return, Davy absolutely loathed him. They still played competitive sports, but for different teams, and Davy resented the fact that Tim often beat him, with every win only fuelling his growing resentment and hatred.
With the end of their education, Davy lost contact with them, although he did find out that Carrie had done a fair bit of modeling after leaving school. It was mostly for clothing magazines, although she did shoot some spreads that ended up being published in a couple of men's magazines.
Those pictures of Carrie in tight-fitting clothing, together with the even racier ones of her in lingerie, were of far more interest to Davy than the mundane clothed ones. And these juicy, more risqué images of her became his only focus during his daily, multiple fap sessions.
He later heard that she'd married Tim and quickly had a couple of kids. By that time, he too had a child after knocking up a girl on a drunken one-night stand. But he did the honorable thing and married the slut. They were together long enough for him to knock her up again before she finally tired of his attitude and divorced his sorry ass.
He wasn't bothered. He was fooling around behind her back anyway. Then he met his second wife, Marcie. She lasted longer than the first and bore him three children, before even she grew tired of his sometimes childish antics, and divorced him.
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THE FIRST TALK
Carrie Keagan glanced nervously up at the clock on the wall. It was now or never. It was time to have THAT talk. Taking a deep breath, she walked from the kitchen into the living room, her steely resolve crumbling slightly when she saw her husband seated in his usual spot in front of the TV.
"Tim, I've been thinking..." She paused briefly as she began to chew nervously on her bottom lip.
"About what, my dear?" he replied, not even bothering to drag his eyes away from the baseball game he was watching.
She gritted her teeth, her hesitancy and trepidation now all too apparent.
"We need to talk."
Her words, blurted out so hurriedly, made Tim Keagan react sharply. But his twinkling eyes betrayed his bemusement. He was more intrigued than shocked at hearing the four little words that can strike terror into the hearts of men when uttered by their wives. He knew without a doubt that his marriage was absolutely rock solid.
"What about, honey?" he answered as he looked up at his wife of fifteen years. Even after all their years together, she could still make his pulse race and his cock react. There was little doubt that she was a very good-looking woman.
Standing 5'5" tall, with blonde hair and green eyes, she had a slender frame, a slim waist and narrow hips. But dominating her upper body, it was her large, 32" E cup breasts that commanded all the attention.
She moved a step closer, to stand facing him, hands nervously clasped in front of her, a look of concern showing on her beautiful face as she again chewed on her bottom lip.
Tim smiled. She looked so god-damn cute when she did that. He switched off the TV to give her his full attention.
"So what is it, Carrie, what have you been thinking?"
Carrie took a deep breath. "Well... I was wondering... how you would feel... about... about us having an addition... to our family."
"Oh god, no... not this again!" he sighed. "Look, we've been over this a hundred times already, Carrie. A dog just doesn't suit our lifestyle right now. We both work full time, Derek's at school, it just isn't fair to get a dog and then leave it here alone all day. It would be miserable. So the answer before you ask it is, sorry... but no!"
Tim waited for the inevitable argument. It wasn't that he was actually against having a dog. He liked dogs, and would definitely consider having one, but definitely not until one of them was home during the day. So it was a non-starter at the moment. Maybe if Carrie stopped working, he might consider it. But not now.
"No, no... that wasn't it, wasn't it at all," Carrie replied hurriedly. She took the seat next to her husband, and taking hold of his hand, looked into his eyes. He felt his pulse quicken, as it did every time he looked into her gorgeous pale green eyes. It had been the first thing that had attracted him to her all those years ago. That and her blonde hair... and her tight little body... and her delectable curvy ass... oh... and not forgetting her round, perky breasts.
