It all started at that Christmas party and that little green Christmas dress. Hank and Edie Andrews invited me over for dinner and football on their big screen. Their son Luke and I had been best friends forever. Luke was tall and blue eyed. I was average with brown hair and brown eyes. At twenty years old we attended community college. I majored in business preparing for a four year college. Luke was studying co-eds. Luke and his dad were smooth and smoother.
His dad was a contractor and in the summers and some holidays Luke and I worked for him on the framing crew. I did not like Mr. Andrews very much. He was sarcastic and demeaning to his employees. Also the rumors said when he drank he was a mean drunk. I only worked for him because Luke and I had good times. The Andrews had a few other people over that Christmas day. My parents were with my mom's sister's family. Luke's mom had fixed a great dinner and afterward the guys had sat down for the game. After the game Luke came up to me.
"Hey Bruce I am going to leave now. Are you sure you don't want a ride?"
"No, my dad probably has his cell off. I can't get a hold of him. I don't want him coming here out of his way just to find me gone."
"Well I am off to see my girl."
Luke had three girls: Sharon, Bee Dee and Missy. Sharon was a brown eyed brunette a girl next door type. Missy was like a plate of pancakes short and stacked. Bee Dee was tall and thin like a fashion model but not emaciated like some of them. I thought she was the hottest one of them all. The few times I had met her she was nice and polite but very reserved with me. It was as if she thought there was something wrong with me.
"Which one?"
"Why Sharon of course."
"How do you keep them all from dumping you? I know they sort of know each other."
"Well they each think they are the my best girl."
"I don't know how you get away with it. But I guess it runs in the family."
"Hey," he said a bit irked, "I am single, not married like my dad. I have made no promises."
"Just be careful, some day it may bite you in the butt," I couldn't help warning.
"Well I am off," he said with a grin.
After the game his dad put on a sports blooper video. As I wasn't really interested, I sneaked out to the den to look at their books and sat down with a science magazine.
Mrs. Andrews had seen me and came in with a box of candy. Now I have to tell you about my best friend's mom. I normally saw her in jeans and with no make up. But today she became the stereotypical 'My best friend's mom'. She was a tad taller than petite and was built like the proverbial brick outdoor facility. I had trouble not ogling her because of that short green dress. The bottom hem barely covered the crease where her legs met her ass, and the top was cut so low that if she leaned over I swear that her breasts would spill out.
"Oh here you are all alone," she said. "Would you like a chocolate. They are creams. Don't you just love creams. First you lick them, then put them in your mouth. You bite into them and swirl your tongue around as they melt and ooze between your teeth."
She leaned over so I could see down her her dress. Oh those lovely boobs.
"Oops I am off balance. Here hold me steady."
She put my hand on her leg and slid it up to the cheek of her ass. She had stuffed a chocolate in my mouth and I couldn't talk. Against my will my hand started to massage her cheek.
"Oh you are so naughty," she said. "Do you like what you see. Would you like to suck on them?"
She held the tray in one hand and put the other on my leg. She slid it up to my crotch. What was she doing and why wasn't I objecting?
I stood up nervously. "I have to go to the bathroom," I said.
"Here," she said, "Let's go into the master bedroom; there is always a line at the hall bathroom."
Taking my hand she led the way. The bathroom toilet was separated from the shower and sink by an inset door. I went in and closed the door. Just as I finished peeing she came in and grabbed my prick.
"Oh were you hiding this from me?" she asked.
She squatted down in front of me and started sucking on it. I could see her exposed boobs swaying as she slid back and forth on me. I wanted to resist but my body betrayed me. Same one banged on the door.
"Edie are you in there?"
It was Mr. Andrews. I jumped and she stood up and closed my door.
"Yes dear," she replied.
"Get some more beer out of the garage and bring it in here. I have to get back to the guys. And where did you get that dress. You look like a slut."
"Yes dear I will get Bruce to help me."
"I don't care who you get. Just get your fat ass going."
Yes that was my socially challenged boss, Hank. In the garage Mrs. Andrews rubbed against me.
"You are sweeter than that chocolate. I just have to get you alone. Why don't you come over to see me."
"Please Mrs. Andrews don't do this. Someone is sure to see my car and blab," I answered thinking this would keep me from getting sucked into a hole I couldn't get out of.
"Call me Edie," she said. "Do you want me to tell Hank what you were doing?"
Actually she was the one doing the doing but I understood the threat.
"You would be in just as much trouble as me," I replied.
"We'll see she said."
Later after most of the guests had left Mrs. Andrews went up to her husband with me in tow.
"Hank I have to talk to you." My heart sank. She was actually going to tell. Besides ham and turkey we just might have cooked goose for the holidays I thought - mine.
"Are you still intending to take Luke to the convention?" She asked her husband.
"I said I was didn't I?" He answered.
This was the contractor's convention. Luke and Hank were going to be gone for three days just before New Years day. Luke was always talking about it.
"I'm a little apprehensive," She said. "This is the first time I will be in this house all alone without Luke or you. Would you mind if Bruce here stayed over with me. He could do his homework here and we have the big screen TV."
Mr. Andrews turned and placed his big hand on my shoulder. My mouth felt dry.
"Luke would you do this for me?"
"Ah, yes sir. I would be glad to do that for you and Mrs. Andrews," I heard my mouth saying.
