Violet and I have been friends since college. We were roommates in an all women's dorm for three years. That's all we were, roommates. We would occasionally sneak a man into the room. When either of us did, the other would politely leave for a minimum of two hours. If we were out and came back to a closed door, we would knock gently and enter or leave for two hours based on the answer we received. Silence to our knock was an indication that our roommate was too busy to speak cogently and we treated it the same as a request to leave for two hours. It didn't happen too often. Probably not more than once or twice a week for each of us. In the entire three years we were together, we never fucked in the same room with our roommate or met any of the partners our roommate fucked.
Violet and I remained in touch after graduation. With matching degrees in finance, it wasn't surprising that we both found employment with financial institutions in the same city. We saw each other once or twice a week for lunch or dinner. We never double dated. Eventually, Violet met a wonderful guy and they got married. I was the maid of honor at their wedding. Leif, like in Leif Erikson, was the perfect mate for a girl named Violet, and I kidded her about the names they might choose for their children, hinting that they could have a garden full of plant named children.
Violet responded in kind, suggesting that, since my name was Rose, I was not in a position all that different than she was. She wondered out loud it I might find and marry a guy with the name Thorn or Stem or Shaft and we could name our first-born Ivy.
Unfortunately for Violet's musings, I met Jules soon after Violet's wedding. Actually, he was at her wedding and I saw him at the reception but paid him no mind assuming he was with someone. However, Jules was single and he came looking for me. Violet gave him my number and he called on the Wednesday following the wedding. It was an odd phone call. I had no idea who he was from his voice alone and I was always alert when I received calls from men I didn't know.
Jules handled it perfectly. He quickly segued into talk about the wedding and how he was drawn to meet me after just viewing me from a distance. He shared that Violet had provided my number and that I shouldn't be angry at her for doing so. He had been persistent and Violet had caved under the pressure. He told me he had dialed my number before the ink was dry on the note he had written with my number on it. He sounded convincing and I agreed to meet him for dinner the next Saturday.
Violet called immediately after I hung up with Jules. She told me she had given my number to someone and hoped I wouldn't be angry with her. I told her it was fine and I had already spoken with Jules. I mentioned dinner with him on Saturday and she sounded relieved over the phone.
Dinner with Jules was a delight. We immediately found common ground. Jules had graduated from the same university as Violet and I, only a year earlier and in engineering, not finance. Our memories of the campus were similar and his description of life in the dorms on the mark. His familiarity with the layout of the rooms in the building Violet and I lived were uncomfortably accurate. So accurate, that I had a fleeting thought that Violet knew more about him than I suspected. I added that to his presence at her wedding and made a note to ask her about it.
Jules and I agreed to meet for dinner again the next Saturday. In the meantime, I called Violet to talk. She was anxious to get an update on how dinner Saturday night with Jules went. When she was satisfied, I got to my agenda. "Violet," I asked, "how well do you know Jules?"
"What do you mean?" she replied.
"Well, he went to the same school as us and he was at your wedding," I stated.
"Jules was an engineering major," she countered, "and the engineering dorms were all the way on the opposite side of the campus."
"Jules seems to be fit," I said. "I bet he could walk the distance between the dorms in four or five minutes, two if he ran."
Violet laughed. "Okay, Rose," she said. "Let me explain. You remember the arrangement we had about men in the dorm room? I probably inconvenienced you more than the other way around. There were four or five guys at my wedding that sent you packing for two hours or more."
"And Jules was one of them?" I asked.
"Jules was one of them," she confirmed. "I hope that doesn't create a problem for you?" she asked concerned.
"No it doesn't. I like Jules a lot and I'm having dinner with him again next Saturday. He doesn't have to explain anything to me about his time at the university and I don't plan to share my experiences with him. However, you do owe me something for not telling me sooner."
"What's that?" she asked.
"Leif owes me one," I said looking for a reaction.
"Just one?" she asked. Not the reaction I expected.
"Stop it. Enough already. I'm going to see how far my relationship with Jules will go."
"Go girl," Violet said. "I check with Leif about his debt to you."
"Please don't. I don't want to wonder what he's thinking every time he looks at me. Just leave it alone."
"Your choice although I think he might be up for it," she said with a giggle.
Jules and I had sex on our third date and almost daily after that. We were married seven months later. Violet was my maid of honor. None of the boys I had entertained in our dorm room were invited and I wasn't pregnant.
Over the next twenty years, our families met six or seven times a year for barbeques, celebrations and holidays. Violet and I met more frequently, sometimes three or four times a month. Our kids got along famously and, as they matured into their teenage years, they spent time together outside of the family gatherings.
Now in our mid forties, I think we've developed extremely well. We've both gained weight but determined time in the gym has caused it to accumulate in all the right places. My breasts are larger and I think Violet's are too. I've got some additional bulk in my hips and ass that upsets me somewhat but Jules says he loves it and Violet swears it makes me sexier. We both dress to accentuate the positives. Leif and Jules both tell us that we're beyond hot and warn us about the degenerates that would gladly try to get into our pants.
Violet and I go shopping together frequently. We cherish the time alone and play mind games with each other about the men we see in the mall. We do what we can to get them to notice and then make suggestive comments and dares to each other and take the increased libido home to our men.
The mall has a huge rotunda with a central fountain and benches around the periphery. We often sit on a bench with our legs crossed or slightly open and watch the men's reactions as they notice us. It's almost a sport for us. It's close to bitchy but its fun and we enjoy it. It boosts our egos and I swear we walk, (strut?) differently when we're in the mall. We take turns walking around the fountain while the other watches and then fills us in on the reactions of the men. I have to admit, my ass wiggles more than usual during those brief circumnavigations of the fountain. Once in a while, some lothario gets the nerve to approach us. We're very good at letting them down and sending them on their way while we fantasize about it later at home with our husbands.
Several months ago, Violet and I were shopping for late spring cruise wear. I was particularly taken by a skimpy, two-piece bathing suit. I tried it on in the store and couldn't make up my mind looking in the mirror. I asked Violet to join me for her opinion. Violet came into the changing booth and pulled the curtain closed. I asked Violet if the suit was too revealing, after all my now larger breasts seemed about to spill out over the top of the halter.
