THE BEST MAN
by
Brandi Quick
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THE BEST MAN
I stepped out into the street as I took a big pull on my beer. The sound of a car horn and tires squealing jerked me to the here and now. “Watch where you’re goin’, asshole!”
“Sorry.” What else was there to say? I had stepped out into the street without looking. Maybe coming to the beach each year on this date was not the thing to do, not if I was going to drink like a fish. But, I sure wasn’t going to remain in Atlanta and have to go to any birthday parties. I looked both ways before crossing the narrow road. Walking up from The Club On The Beach to The Bar was smarter than driving, as much as I’d had to drink. The Bar was one of my favorite places on the island. However, calling it The Bar was a misnomer—it was one of the best restaurants on the island and it also had the best bar. But who cared? They know what I drink—Jack and ice. I had been coming to St. Simons Island for over ten years. I just couldn’t stay in Atlanta this week, not any more, not letting people, my friends, see me in such a state of atonement every year. No one had ever been able to figure out why, on this date each year, I come to the beach all by myself. It’s no one’s business but mine—well maybe two others.
I threw my empty can in a trash barrel and pushed open the door to The Bar. Waving at Jimmy, the bartender, I walked toward my usual table in the dimly-lit lounge area.
“What can I get you, Doug?” He set the glass he was polishing down on the bar.
“The usual.”
“You got it, my man.” He busied himself behind the bar, set a highball glass filled with crushed ice and covered with Jack on the counter, then looked at the bar maid and nodded toward me.
“I know,” she walked over, wiped the table, and set my drink down. “If you need anything else, honey, just call me.”
“I will, Lu. Thanks.”
“Cheer up. Nothing’s that bad.”
“I know.” I smiled, half-heartedly, not wanting to invite more conversation. She flashed a smile, then turned back to her station, wiggling her rear as she went—for my benefit, I’m sure. Everyone except me seemed to think they knew what was wrong with me and that it wasn’t that bad. I looked up and caught the stare of a blonde sitting at the bar. I had seen her on the beach several times in the last few days. She has the kind of body that gets attention and I wasn’t the only one who noticed her. She smiled and I smiled back, nodding at her, more to signal that I recognized her than anything else. I had watched her the day before, sunbathing on a catamaran after sailing up and down the beach. She had a long, lean body, and sun-bronzed skin. She apparently read more into my gesture than I intended, because she stood and walked over.
“I’ve seen you on the beach. Are you staying at the Club?”
“Yes, and I mostly gawk at you.” I smiled.
“I’ll take that as a compliment. May I sit down?”
“It was. I’m sorry—of course, please take a chair.” I stood and pulled out a chair for her.
“Thank you. You don’t see that much anymore.” She sat and I pushed the chair up to the table. “You don’t look happy—are you all right?”
“No, just mourning, or atoning.”
“Now you have my curiosity aroused.” She took a sip of her white wine. “What have you got to atone for? Have you committed a crime, maybe killed someone?”
“It’s a long story and it happened a very long time ago.”
She laughed. “You just keep drawing me in. Do you need a shoulder?”
I held out my hand. “I’m Doug James.”
She took my hand. “Linda Uprear.”
I smiled.
“Please don’t say anything.”
“About what? I like Linda.” I released her hand. “So you sail?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“I saw you on a catamaran yesterday, apparently auditioning for Playboy.” I took a deep pull on my Jack. I could hide the bikini she had on then in one hand.
“Oh my, was my two-piece too much?” She looked shocked. “I stayed on my cat, I thought, kind of out of sight.”
“Of course not. I found it quite adequate. I couldn’t see a thing.” Her face turned red. I had gone too far—again. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Don’t be. I was the one in the tiny two-piece.”
“No, it’s me. I’m not in a very good mood.”
“Well, maybe I can help your mood.” She grinned. “Apparently, just the sight of me picks up your day.”
“Maybe so, I asked for that.” I smiled my best smile. “Are you here by yourself?”
“Yes, my girlfriend couldn’t come at the last minute. How about you?”
“Alone. No girlfriend or boyfriend, for that matter, was coming. I come down each year at this time.”
“Let me guess—something happened on this date that really hurt you?”
“Something like that, but it was all me, all my fault. I did it to myself.”
“You said you were staying at the Club. Which floor?”
“The second—Room 234.”
“I’m on the third floor—Room 330. Need to go. I promised I would call to check on my girlfriend in Atlanta. If you would like, come up for a nightcap around nine.” Linda stood.
“I hope it’s nothing serious with your girlfriend. Yes, I’d like to come by for a nightcap or two.”
“No, nothing serious. She fell and sprained her knee. See you then.”
I watched her as she walked to the door. She turned and smiled at me then was gone.
****
I walked into my rented condo and immediately began taking my clothes off. I had been lying out in the sun most of the day and knew I needed a bath. The smell of stale sweat mixed with sun lotion wasn’t the scent I wanted to fill Doug’s nostrils with. He was going to get the best scent of a woman that he had ever had—mine. He was the first unattached, handsome man I’d met in the three days I’d been here and, with only three days left, I was going to make the best of tonight. I intended to look nice and smell nicer when he came. Throwing my clothes on the bed, I looked at myself in the mirror. Still got a decent body and I intend to keep it that way. I ran my hands under my breasts and lifted, feeling their weight. Nice, real nice tits—not too big and not too small. My nipples were still erect and turned up. Doug certainly had an effect on them and on me. I wonder if he even noticed—if he’d gotten an erection.
Leisurely, I ran a hand over my belly, between my legs into my puffy lips covering my hand with my juices then up to my swollen clit. Well, I sure noticed him.
I needed an orgasm more than any time in my life. My nipples ached and I could actually feel my clit as it quivered, but I wasn’t about to masturbate, not with a cock coming in less than an hour. I shook some more bath beads into the tub of hot water and stepped in, gradually slipping into the warm liquid. As the comforting water surrounded and caressed my body. I relaxed and let my cares float away. Every now and then, my hands wandered down between my legs to gently rub my pussy, my clit. My thumb and forefinger unhurriedly twisted my swollen clit between them, not enough to reach orgasm, but enough to keep my desires high.
After I finished my bath, I dried my body, lingering over my favorite places, then walked naked into the bedroom. Taking out a pair of lacy panties, I smiled as I sprinkled perfume in the crotch, then slipped them over my feet, up my shapely legs to my thighs. As I adjusted them, I ran my hands between my legs. God, that feels great, Doug, where are you? I took out a thin bra. No—no bra—he’ll like that better. Taking out the tunic-length tank top I had bought only this morning, I slipped it on. I liked the way it came half way down my thighs. There, now that’s the look I want. My breasts proudly jutted out from my chest with my nipples pushing out the top like two pencil erasers. Oh Lord, my nipples are so sore. I hope Doug will take care of that. I debated whether to wear a pair of cut-off jeans or no shorts at all. They really showed off my well-rounded ass and my well-tanned, well-toned legs. I had worked hard at the gym to get these legs and I intended to show them off. I chose the latter. After all, I had a pair of panties and a tank top on, which I did not intend to wear very long. Boy, if the partners could see their junior lawyer now. For most of the year, I was a straight-laced lawyer in Atlanta, but for one week I came to St. Simons and let my hair fly in the wind. The clothes I bought in the shops on the island were to wear here—I wouldn’t be caught in them in Atlanta.
I poured a glass of chardonnay and got comfortable on the sofa. Now, to call Nancy before Doug arrives. I listened to the phone ring several times before she picked up.
“Hello.”
“Hey, honey, how’s your leg?”
“Linda, how’s the vacation going?”
“I asked first.”
“My knee? Well, I had micro-surgery today to remove the torn cartridge. It’s lucky I stayed here. Dr. Mills said that’s all I needed was to spend a week at the beach on it. He said it will be good as new in a couple of weeks.”
“Oh, Nancy, I’m so sorry.”
“It wasn’t your fault so forget about it. Now, tell me about the man you met?”
“How did you know?”
“You sound happy.”
“I am. I’ve been watching him all week and he says he’s been watching me.”
“How does he look?”
“Well, he’s a good four inches taller than I am and he has the body to go with it. Blue eyes, good tan, and …”
“Stop! Does this god have a name and when are you going out with him?”
“Tonight, he’s coming over for a nightcap. His name is Doug James.”
“Damn, that name is so familiar. What does he do?”
“I don’t know. I know he’s here alone, doesn’t have a ring, and is atoning for something he did.”
“Something bad?”
“I don’t know.”
“And you letting him come to your condo?”
“Yes, I trust him. If you had met him, you would, too. I need to go. He’ll be here in a few minutes.” I didn’t want to listen to Nancy telling me about all the bad things that could happen with a stranger. She worried too much.
“Okay, but promise me you’ll call me after he leaves. Give me your number again.”
“I promise, 555- 2543. Take care of your knee.”
“I will—don’t you forget to call. Be careful, Linda. Don’t drain him of all his bodily fluids. Good night.”
“Night.” Well, I’m ready, and it’s eight-thirty. I went into the kitchen, poured another glass of white wine, and sat down on the sofa to wait for Doug.
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I’d thought about not going to Linda’s—that I would be better off staying alone tonight. But when she opened the door, I was damn glad I had decided to come. She looked angelic or just gorgeous—take your pick. I was struck by how she looked now as opposed to the way she had in the Bar. Not that she didn’t look good in the Bar, but it was different—more sophisticated then and now sensuous, voluptuous. I guessed from her scent, she had bathed, and I could see she had changed into nothing. That is, if you don’t call a tank top something. Her nipples were visible, pushing at the flimsy knit fabric. As I looked up and down her body, I realized that was all she wore. Jesus, her legs were golden brown and perfectly tapered.
“Hi, I’m so happy you came.” She stepped aside to let me in.
“Hello, neighbor.”
“We are, aren’t we?” She led me to the sofa. “Have a seat. Would you like brandy or something else?”
“How about a Jack and water? It’s a little early for brandy.”
“Coming right up.”
She headed to the kitchen and I watched her butt, like two melons rising and falling, but they didn’t jingle—her cheeks were firm. I wished I had worn something besides a pair of old cut-off sweats and a shirt. I wasn’t expecting her to look like this—nearly naked. With nothing to contain my erection it was only a matter of time before she noticed. Looking—no—lusting at her, I was getting really hard. Linda returned, handed me a drink, and sat across from me.
“How long are you staying, Doug?” Linda slowly crossed her legs. She definitely had seen the movie, “Basic Instinct”.
“I’m staying until the end of the week.” Oh, Jesus, she’s looking right at my erection.
“Are you from Atlanta?”
“Yes, the north side.” I crossed my legs, trying to pin my erection between my thighs.
“So am I. Have you eaten?”
“Yes, I ate at The Bar.”
“I’m kinda hungry. Would you like something, maybe cheese, and crackers?”
“That would be nice.” I got to watch her saunter to the kitchen again. My cock throbbed. I had almost forgotten why I had come to the beach.
“Here we go.” Linda set the tray of cheese, crackers, and fruit on the coffee table, then sat next to me. “I’m glad I met you, Doug. You’re a nice man. You’re not married or anything, are you?”
“No. No, I’m not married. Are you?”
“Of course not—it’s just you’re a handsome man and handsome men are usually attached.”
“Well, I’m not married and not attached. I could say the same thing about beautiful women.”
“So you think I’m beautiful?” She laid her hand on my thigh and squeezed.
“Yes, I do.” I held her gaze for a minute. “And I feel comfortable with you.”
“Honest, as well as sweet.” She leaned over and kissed me. At that moment I knew I would most likely stay the night. I felt her hand on my thigh again. My cock pushed against my cut-offs and, with no underwear, there was nothing controlling which way it went. And now the little voice in my head said, “It’s that time—go for it.” I ran my tongue along her lips, then pushed between them, explored her mouth, and tasted her sweetness. As we kissed, I took her hand and laid it on my cock. She pulled her hand away, then ran under my cutoffs and wrapped her fingers around my naked cock. She pulled back. “Oh my, Doug, you’ve got a big one.” She gripped it firmly and began pumping up and down.
“Gal, you better slow that action down.” I pulled her to me and we kissed intensely, our tongues wrestled, getting to know one another. Then I felt her hand back in my sweats, fondling and pulling. She had my cock hard enough to drive nails, ready to pop. I lay back on the sofa, held her face in my hands, and kissed her again. Her hands were on me pulling my sweats down. Lifting my hips up, I pushed my sweats down past my knees. I kissed her cheeks and lips, then tilted her chin toward my waist and smiled. She obviously understood my meaning, as she enthusiastically dropped her head down and sucked the head of my cock into her mouth.
It was heavenly. My body jerked, I felt it coming, and could do nothing to stop it. Without delay, I came, filling her mouth with my warm, salty juices. She didn’t miss a beat, swallowed, and kept sucking until I was bone dry. She licked the remnants of my semen off my cock, then kissed the head. She pulled up beside me and snuggled into my shoulder.
“You taste great.” She lay with her head against my neck, slowly playing with my chest.
“Thank you. Maybe we could go to the bedroom,” I said.
Without a word she stood, pulled off her tank top, and walked toward the bedroom. I sat there watching, looking at one great firm ass, covered in precious little red lace, move in a dance that said simply, ‘come get me’.
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Within seconds, Linda had disappeared down the hall and I trailed after her. In the bedroom, she stood looking at me. Her panties were gone, revealing pubic hair neatly trimmed to almost nothing. I could see her swollen folds pushing tightly together, forming a fine line like a knife had been drawn from bottom to top to divide them equally. Her vulva was the most perfect thing I had seen in a very long time and I wanted it. I took a step toward her, but she held up her hand.
“It’s my time.” She reached out, took the bottom of my shirt in her hands, and pulled the whole thing over my head in one motion, then let it drop to the floor. She stepped into me and sucked my nipple in her mouth as she ran her hand in my sweats. “I like you, Doug James.”
“I like you, too, Miss Linda Uprear. More every minute,” I smiled.
“Don’t say it.” To make the point she squeezed my cock.
“What?”
“Anything about my name.” She pushed my sweats down and off. Stepping back, she looked me over from head to toe. “I really like you, Doug James.”
“You just want my body.”
“Yes, yes, I do.” She walked over to the bed, laid down and pulled up her left leg giving me a preview of what was to come. “Like I said, it’s my time.” She let her legs fall open.
I’m the type of man who can take a hint—sometimes before I’m hit over the head with it. I crawled on the bed next to her, feeling like a kid in a candy store, not knowing which piece to take first. I chose to kiss her lips with mine and to fondle the others with my hand, inserting two fingers in her vagina while holding her tight labia apart with my thumb and index finger. As I moved down her body with small wet kisses, I paused to lick and suck each nipple, then continued drawing my wet tongue down her belly until I could taste her wet pubic hair. I moved down between her legs, lowered my face to her sex, and touched her clit with my tongue. Her scent hit my nostrils and her taste was on my tongue. God, she tasted like roasted almonds sprinkled with lemon juice, like a sweet, salty spice. Her lips were swollen and slightly open from my fingers. They were wedge-shaped folds, big at the top, narrow at the bottom held tightly together, resisting curious fingers. I’d bet not many men had ever had the privilege of knowing her body.
I paused for just a minute to gaze upon her body, so well put together it was like a work of art that belonged in the Louvre next to Michael. Finally, I slid my tongue out raking her clitoris back and forth, then rolled the nub with the tip of my tongue. Bathing her clit in sweet, wet, intense heat before enveloping her whole mound in my mouth, I sucked as her taste filled my mouth.
“Oh, Doug.” She ran her hands in my hair stroking, pulling, and pushing her hips up to my mouth. I could feel her raw lust surging, wave after wave, through her body. I dug my fingers in her rear to lift her hips up to my mouth as I sucked her vulva, flicking her clit with my tongue. “Oh Jesus, I’m coming!”
I ran my middle finger nail across her anus, forcing her to buck forward and yell. “God Damn, Doug.” As she came up, I rammed my long tongue in her passage at the same time I pushed my finger in her rear. I could feel her vagina ripple as it sucked on my tongue. My mouth was flooded with her juice again and I swallowed and sucked as fast as I could. Her clit was twice the size as when I began. I lifted up letting her clit slip through my teeth as I bit down.
“Oh God. Oh God.” She screamed, as she shook violently. She clutched and pulled my hair as she tried to force more of her body in my mouth. I rammed my finger into her rear up to the last knuckle, she stiffened and screamed again. Her vagina began clutching so hard on my tongue I wasn’t sure I could pull out. Then Linda fell back on the bed breathing hard, I knew she had another orgasm. She lay there listless, without movement, just the rise and fall of her breasts with each breath. I moved up next to her. She laid her head on my shoulder and kissed my neck. She lay as if all the energy had been drained out of her, leaving her body near exhaustion. In a few minutes, I felt her hand make its way to my still-hard cock and lovingly squeeze it as she continued to gently kiss and lick my neck. I couldn’t believe she wanted more.
I never stopped moving my finger over her clit, just slowed. Her hips started moving in rhythm with my finger as I speeded up. “What do you want Linda?”
“You know what I want.” She pulled and squeezed my cock.
“What?’
“Oh Lord, Doug, I want you inside of me, filling me up.” She licked my ear, bit my lobe, then kissed my neck again.
I ran my hand between her thighs as she lay facing me, lifting her leg high in the air. “Hold your leg up.” She did as I said. “Higher.” I knew she was holding her leg up as high as she could. I played with her magnificent rear a few minutes then took hold of my engorged cock and placed it in her wet slit. Moving back and forth a few times, I could feel her lips pushing on its head, trying to draw it in. I held my cock in her slit letting her juices cover the head.
“Please, Doug, don’t tease me. Fuck me.” She moved her hips backward and forward on my cock. “Put it in.”
I placed the head on her opening, pulled back, then pushed in as hard as I could.
“Jesus. Fuck! You’re big. Stop for a minute.” She held me as tight as she could.
“Want me to pull out?”
“No.”
“But if it hurts…”
“Oh darling, it’s a good, very good, hurt.”
I lay there holding her. I had gone through this before. I let her get used to me, then whispered in her ear. “Now?”
“Slowly, please.” She held my neck tightly.
I gently moved in and out for a few minutes, then deeper and deeper. I took one long, slow stroke until I felt the head hit her cervix, still not all the way in. She screamed again, held on to my neck tighter, and began stroking my cock furiously with her very tight pussy.
“Does it still hurt?” I could tell I was pulling and pushing her clit and surrounding vulva in and out with my cock.
“God, no. Faster, go faster.” She rolled over on her back, pulling me with her, then she locked her feet behind my back and began pushing up to meet my down strokes.
I used my elbows to hold my weight off her as I rocked my pubic bone over and over her clit. Linda held me tight and yelled, then collapsed down on the bed, moaning wildly and shaking uncontrollably. She reached up, put her hands on the sides of my face, and kissed me hard repeatedly. Then she said. “I love you.”
I rolled over and held her in my arms. In a matter of minutes, she was sound asleep. I lay there a while, then got up, pulled on my sweats, and went into the kitchen. After finding the Jack, I fixed a tall glass with ice and that fine brown liquor, then sat in the living room, thinking.
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I was on my third Jack when Linda ambled in, pulled her silk robe around her, and tied the belt.
“I woke and you weren’t there. I was afraid you’d left. Is something wrong?”
“Not at all.” I held out my arm. “Come sit, I couldn’t sleep, so I came in here to think.”
Instead of sitting next to me, she sat in my lap and hugged me. “Atonement?”
“I guess. Yes, that’s what I was thinking about.”
“Tell me.” She held my face in the palm of her hand. “Confession is good for the soul.”
“Not about this. Besides, I have nothing to confess.”
“You tell me about what’s bothering you and I’ll take you out on my catamaran tomorrow. Do you sail?”
“That’s a bribe, pure and simple. And I’m always willing to learn something new.”
“Yes, it is.” She kissed me. “Okay, no confessions, but talking about something bothering you usually helps.”
“Okay, but don’t interrupt. Once I begin, I won’t have the guts to start again.”
“Okay, let me get a brandy first. Do you want one?”
“No, nothing just yet.” Sitting there on her sofa tossing the empty glass from hand to hand, I was tempted to hurl it against the wall as I thought about Nikki and what happened. The only reason I didn’t was I didn’t want to have to clean up the mess and, besides, I really wanted this woman to like me—not think I was crazy. When she returned she sat across from me. She became wild-eyed watching me as I tossed the glass faster and faster, then pulled the hand holding the glass back over my shoulder. I think she actually thought I would throw it but I didn’t. I set it down on the coffee table. I looked across at Linda. She was the most beautiful woman I’d met in a long time, but that wasn’t it. I liked her attitude, her style, and wanted to get to know her better. She seemed to want to understand and help. Even though I had just met her, I felt like I had known her all my life, instead of just picking her up in a bar. I had liked her instantly—she was nice, classy—I was surprised she hadn’t run me off.
“Well?” She looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“Sorry, I was thinking about you.”
“What were you thinking about me?”
“That you are the prettiest lady I have met in a very long time and I want to get to know you.”
“Thank you. I’m glad I met you and I want to know you also. Now, what are you atoning for?” She didn’t take her eyes off me as she took a slow sip from her brandy.
I leaned back on the sofa and I looked off, then back at her, before I spoke. “For a decade now, I have lived with the knowledge of an unthinkable act I committed and I don’t know how much longer I can live with it. I’ve never told a soul what happened, not even my minister. The worst thing about it is I’m reminded of this terrible thing I did every year on this date—and every time I see my best friend and his wife. Chances are, after I tell you about it, you won’t want to have anything more to do with me.”
“I doubt that.”
“Well, we’ll see. You could be right about me talking about what happened—it could clear my conscience, cleanse my soul, if you will. Here goes, but first, I must tell you about Jerry Tidwell’s and my lifelong friendship…
“Jerry and I met in the third grade. We became fast friends, best friends, on the playgrounds of Rockmart Elementary. Jerry lived across the street from the school and I lived outside the city. My bus was the last one of the day, which gave us a whole hour to play after school—football, of course. He had the best throwing arm I’ve ever seen. We became a team of two. By the time we were in high school, Jerry could stand on the twenty-yard line and throw to the other twenty—I could run fast enough to get down the field and catch it. That’s sixty yards, not bad for a ninth-grader. His ability to throw and my ability to catch whatever he threw got both of us scholarships at the University of Georgia.
“After Georgia, we both were drafted into the NFL. In our sixth season with the Rockies, in our sixth game, which I thought was ironic, Jerry got his knee blown out. He’d planted his right foot to pass to me on a wide out just as he got hit. At thirty yards away, I still heard his knee pop. He wasn’t the same the next season, so we both retired.”
“Did you earn enough while you played to live?”
“Oh Lord, yes. I could live for the rest of my life on my signing bonus alone. We opened a Ford dealership in Atlanta.”
“Now I know why your name is so familiar. You two were called the Dynamic Duo.”
“Guilty.”
“Sorry I interrupted—please continue.”
“After football, we did everything together—that is, until Jerry met Nikki. Then, for the first time in my life, I didn’t see Jerry every day. He spent more and more time with Nikki. In the beginning, we double-dated but, gradually, Jerry and Nikki began to go their separate way without me. After a while, I stopped asking Jerry if he wanted to go for a run or to the gym. We had started running during his rehab. I made him work that knee until we both had blisters. We always worked out at the gym. But now he went to a different gym, with Nikki, of course. She did allow Jerry to run with me on Saturday mornings, but that was it. She hates to run. In other ways, she had effectively cut him off from me. I hadn’t given her a reason to want to separate us and had no idea why she did. After a while, I quit contacting Jerry and for the first time, I was alone and felt vulnerable. I no longer had my best friend. When Jerry finally told me he and Nikki were going to be married, I fell into a near-depression. I didn’t speak to anyone or see anyone for days.”
“May I ask a question?”
“Why not. I need a drink now anyway. Do you want more brandy?” I stood.
“I’ll go with you.” She stood, put her arm around my waist, and rested her head on my shoulder as we walked into the kitchen. “Poor baby. Do you think she saw you as a rival?”
“Could be, but I didn’t give her any reason to think that. I was happy for them.” I poured brandy into a cup, heated it in the microwave, then emptied it into two snifters. I took a sip. “Watch it, I’m afraid I got it a little too hot.” I leaned against the counter.
“It’ll cool.” Linda leaned next to me rubbing my shoulder and arm. “It hurt you a lot when she drove a wedge between you two, didn’t it?”
“More than I knew at the time.” I took Linda’s hand and led her back into the living room. “Was that your question?”
“Kind of—do you think she thought you two were lovers?”
“Holy shit, Linda!” I laughed then, as I thought about it, I got quiet. “I can see why you or anyone would think that. Jerry and I were closer than most brothers.”
“I’m sorry, Doug. I can attest to your interest in women.” She gave me a big grin. “Please go on with your story, if you wish—or don’t. I can see this is painful for you.”
“I want to tell you, want you to understand. Like I said, he told me they were getting married. When he asked me to be his best man, I couldn’t speak—just nodded okay. They had their first child after they had been married ten months. Friends were surprised when Nikki suggested they name him after me. Of course, Jerry thought that was a great idea. I didn’t think so and I’m going to tell you why. I didn’t plan or intend to do what I did; it happened by accident on July 1, 2002—the first Saturday after they returned from their honeymoon.
“They had gotten married on June 8, and I was the best man. The blushing bride danced with me once, just like she was supposed to, without saying a single word. After the dance, she smiled, kissed me on the lips, and walked away. The reception ended when the bride and groom left to take off on a Caribbean cruise—a three-week honeymoon.
“Jerry didn’t contact me when they returned, but on Saturday, July 1, at ten in the morning, I went to my best friend’s apartment for our Saturday morning run and to have breakfast, as had been our custom for since the NFL. He needed the regular exercise to keep working his knee, and we both enjoyed the run. I saw no reason not to do so that Saturday, just because he got married. Rounding the corner of his building, I didn’t see his red Corvette. I wondered if Nikki was going to let him keep the car. Afraid they may have gone for breakfast without the first thought of me, I felt somewhat sad—and mad. Walking up the two flights of stairs to his apartment, I tried the door, found it unlocked and walked in. As usual, I announced my presence by yelling, “Jerry.” Hearing no response, I continued into the kitchen in search of coffee. Jerry had forgotten to set up the coffeemaker as he often does, so I set it up as I often do. I went into the bedroom, looking for Jerry—a usual practice because he always had a problem getting up. Oddly, I was surprised to see Jerry’s new wife, Nikki, in bed, but no sign of Jerry. I should have realized she would be there, but I just didn’t think. She lay face down with the blanket pulled up around her neck. I walked over, shook her, and called her name. She moaned and turned her head away. I shook her again—still no response. Finally, I walked back into the living room wondering what to do—go or stay? I should have just left right then, but I didn’t. I wanted a cup of coffee. Glancing around the room, I noticed a note on the coffee table that I hadn’t seen when I came in. I know I shouldn’t have, but I picked it up and read:
Nikki,
I have gone into the office to catch up. I should be back no later than 3 or 4. Love and kisses.
Jerry
I glanced at my watch—a little past ten. I must have just missed him. I had no idea what he had to catch up on, unless he wanted to know how I had run things while he was gone. I’m sure Nikki put that idea in his head.”
Linda interrupted me. “Wait, why didn’t you leave when you found the note? I would have.”
“To tell the truth, I don’t really know. It was like something held me there. You want another brandy?”
“Sure, but I need to slow down my drinking. I want to stay awake because I want to hear the rest of the story.”
I smiled, stood, then went into the kitchen made us another warm brandy, then returned. “Here you are.” I settled back on the sofa cushions, maybe stalling a bit for time—telling this story wasn’t easy.
“This is good.” Linda took a sip, set he glass on the table next to her, and turned to me with an expectant look on her face.
“Would you believe I used to be a bartender?”
“Yes, I would. You’re stalling. Now please continue your story.”
“If you insist, but don’t be upset with me afterward.”
“Doug, I don’t think you could tell me anything that would make me upset with you.”
“Okay then.” I took a long pull on my warm brandy and leaned back on the sofa again. “As I said, I knew I had just missed Jerry and I was getting hungry, so I went into the kitchen and got a cup of coffee. I found a honey bun, buttered it, and popped it in the microwave. I stood looking out the kitchen window at the pool slowly eating my bun. Boy, Jerry and I had some good times there—not to mention a fair number of girls, but those days are over, thanks to Nikki. Of course, they will be moving now. I’m sure they won’t want to stay in Jerry’s one bedroom apartment. Nikki certainly won’t want to be around girls Jerry dated before her. Oh well, he had to get married someday.
“I remember considering—should I just leave or wake Nikki? She may not like it that I just walked in and made myself at home, just the way I had always done. I should leave, but if I do leave, she’ll see someone was here and really be worried or maybe scared. I smiled at that—but I didn’t want to scare her. So with that decision made, I walked back to the bedroom to wake her. Pausing at the door, my eyes fell on her or, more to the point, her body. Nikki is one of those women with such a great body, men just look at her and drool. So are you by the way.”
“Thank you.”
“We’ll go over that in depth later. I was saying, when I looked at Nikki she had rolled over on her back leaving the blanket around her legs below her thighs. I stood gawking at her—her absolutely breathtaking body. I had, of course, seen her in a bathing suit, but this was something else. I stood frozen, staring first at her breasts—those round perfect mounds with their dark brown areolas surrounding magnificent nipples, hard, long nipples.” Hearing myself, I thought better of telling Linda about Nikki’s near perfect body, thinking no woman wants to hear about another woman’s body. “Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be telling you about another woman’s breasts.”
“No, I want to hear every last detail. I want to know you, to understand you. If you hold back I won’t, so please continue.”
“Where was I?”
“You were telling about her great breasts, her hard, long, nipples.”
I could feel my face turn red but I continued with my story anyway. “Her breasts stood straight up, falling almost imperceptibly to the sides. God, what firm breasts she had. My eyes moved slowly down her body to the neatly trimmed pubic mound—not unlike yours” I smiled at Linda.
“Doug, pretend I’m not here, or better yet, pretend that I’m just another guy you’re telling this story to.”
“Now that’s going to be hard to think of you as another guy but I’ll try. Anyway, as I looked at her, a cold sweat broke out on my forehead and ran down my face, even dripping off my nose. I stood knowing what I wanted to do and definitely should not do. I took a few steps forward until I stood over her. I bent down and lightly touched one of her breasts—groped would be a better word. They were soft, but very firm. I know that’s a contradiction, however true.
“I gently twisted her nipple. She moaned and moved a little. My cock, now rock hard, began to throb. I really couldn’t stop myself. Moistening my finger, I leaned down and began rotating the wet tip on her very erect nipple, then twisted it again, but harder and when I pulled, Nikki moaned lightly. A bead of sweat fell from my forehead, exploding on her belly. This shocked me back to the moment. I remember thinking ‘Oh crap, what am I doing?’ I turned then and quickly left.
“I stood in the living room looking at her through the door—God, that body she had was what Troy was sacked for. Helen could not have had a better one. Like I said, I knew what I wanted to do and what I should not do. Finally, I knew what I was going to do. She should have never come between Jerry and me. I locked the dead bolt on the front door and walked back into the bedroom.”
“Oh, Doug, you went back intending to screw her, I bet?”
I looked up at Linda. She had her eyes closed and her hand on her breast.
“I didn’t know what I was going to do at the time. I just knew I was mad at her for what she had done and, of course, I wanted her luscious body. The first thing I saw was the blanket, now in the floor. She had shifted on the bed, as if she were setting the whole thing up, that she wanted what was about to happen. It was difficult to believe she was still asleep. I stood at the foot of the bed, drinking in her body from her toes to her nipples, not looking any higher. You know how many men would give anything to be in that situation? I took a big pull on my brandy.
“The way her shapely calves flowed up into her thighs. My God, how golden they were. As I stared at her mound, she slowly pulled her right leg up, revealing a marvelous pair of swollen, puffy labia. The tip of her clitoris protruded at the top. What a sight her vulva was. I had never seen one quite like it except in magazines. Damn. I shook her again, but hard this time and called her name. She moved a little, but that was the only response. Then I noticed the bottle of sleeping pills on the nightstand. She must have taken one or two last night. I stood there for a minute and shook her again. She was really out.
“I looked down at both her erect nipples. I remember thinking, ‘Fuck it’. I bent down and sucked her left nipple in my mouth, pulling it with my teeth. “Oh baby,” Nikki groaned as she wiggled her hips and began to slowly rotate them.
“I jumped back, startled, and then realized she was talking in her sleep—that she was still out, unconscious.”
“Did you really think she was asleep?” Linda reached for her brandy and took a sip. “You know you are making me hot as hell, don’t you?”
“I’m not trying to. You asked me to tell you.”
“Have you thought about writing erotic books? You would be good at it.”
“No, I haven’t, but thanks. I think.”
“No, I’m serious. I’m so wet and horny I may rape you before you’re through.”
“Please let me finish and then I’ll help relieve your condition.”
“By all means, continue.” She leaned back and her robe fell open. She didn’t bother to close it and the sight was getting a response from me.
“And yes, I am sure she was asleep. I stepped forward, closer to the bed. Leaning over, I sucked her nipple again and placed my hand on her belly. She groaned and pushed her breast up to me. I moved my hand down through her pubic hair into her vulva and separated her folds with my index finger. I could feel her clit on my palm, almost like a finger, as she pushed upward. If I didn’t know better, I would swear she was awake. She now moved her hips up and down, round and round, on my finger as I pushed a second one into her opening.”
“Oh, ohm.” She parted her lips and turned her head toward me. Her mouth was inches away.”
“Oh God, Doug. You’re really making me horny as hell. This is better than phone sex.”
I looked over at Linda. She had fully opened her silk robe and had her hand over her mound, rubbing her clit. I smiled and went on with my story. This is going to end well for old Doug.
“As I said, I unzipped my pants, allowing them to drop to my ankles. I took a step and pressed against the side of the bed. Her lips barely brushed the head of my cock, leaving a little pre-cum on her upper lip. God, it felt great. She slowly licked her lip clean with her tongue. I stepped forward. She parted her lips and the head of my cock slid in. I started pushing and pulling as I began face-fucking Nikki. Beads of sweat were dropping from my forehead, hitting her in the face. I stopped, pulled out, and backed away, leaving her to squirm around on the bed. I slid my pants down off my feet and laid them in a chair with my shirt, then went into the bathroom for a towel. I knew Jerry’s apartment as well as my own.
“Back in the bedroom, now dry, and with the hardest nine-inch erection I had ever had, I stood looking at her golden brown, voluptuous body. She had definitely not spent all her time in the stateroom on their cruise. There were no tan lines! I wish I had been there. God, what a sight it must have been—the same as I see now. But with one big exception— now I could reach out and stroke her at will.”
Linda moaned again. I leaned back and continued to talk as I watched Linda react.
“Nikki had moved to the side of the bed and pulled her right leg up and to the side, exposing her vulva to me again. It was magnificent looking—wet, juicy. I would say mouthwatering—mine. I wiped my forehead and threw the towel to the floor. I knew what I was going to do and didn’t care what would happen later. My cock was getting harder, to the point of actual pain. I stepped to the bed, holding my cock in my left hand. I cradled her head in my right hand and guided my cock in her waiting mouth. The way her lips closed on my cock, you would swear she was wide-awake. I held her head with both my hands as I moved in and out. I could feel the back of her throat as she sucked my cock in deeper. A familiar feeling began to develop in my balls. I knew I had to stop or burst, so I pulled out, making a popping sound. She really sucked on my cock—why she didn’t wake up, I didn’t know and no longer cared. I did wonder how many sleeping pills she had taken. I gave no thought to what I would do if she woke. At this point, I only had one thing on my mind.”
I looked over at Linda, leisurely fingering herself. I didn’t think she was paying any attention to me, but I was wrong.
“Please don’t stop. You wouldn’t believe how much I’m enjoying the story.”
“You know I’m right here and can help you with that.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll stop. Finish your story. I want to know what you think you did wrong.”
“Where was I?”
“I think you were about to mount her.”
“Oh yes. I centered her on the mattress, pulled her legs apart, and moved to the foot of the bed. I stood looking at her lips, how swollen they were. They pushed together so tightly you could barely see the small slit between them. I climbed on the bed between her legs, pushing them farther apart. God, as I lay there, I could smell her sweet-salty scent. That scent of a woman—different from you. A woman’s juices always reminded me of apricots until I met you.”
Linda had her eyes closed and was busy with her fingers. If she was listening, I couldn’t tell it. So I went on with my story.
“I snaked my arms under Nikki’s thighs and over the top until I could pull her folds apart with my thumbs. I admired her plump, fleshy lips held so tightly together, hiding her vagina. The whole vulva was hidden by neatly trimmed thick black pubic hair. I couldn’t wait any longer. I pulled her lips apart and ran my tongue through her slit from the bottom to her clitoris, sucking it in my mouth. I felt a shutter shoot through her body. I could taste her fluids as they began flowing out. Lord, she tasted great. Nikki began to moan and her body vibrated with each pull on her clit. I pulled my right hand out and to her front, then worked my index finger into her opening. I held her clit between my teeth as I ran my tongue over its tip. She stiffened as her legs pushed against my head and her body jerked.
“I froze while she had an orgasm, afraid she would wake. I watched as her breathing slowed and her body relaxed. Quietly, I moved backward and off the bed. Once again, I thought about leaving, but wasn’t about to go until I felt her tight pussy wrapped around my cock. I had to feel what it was like to be inside her, to know what she had that turned Jerry on so much that he no longer had any time for me.
“Once I was satisfied she was still asleep, I returned to the bed. I pushed her legs wide open and slid between them. Holding my cock in my right hand and supporting my weight with my left, I ran my cock up and down in her slit. The head ran over and over her clit, causing her body to shiver. I placed my cock at her opening and pushed, easily slipping into her vagina, as wet as she was. I was surprised at how tight she felt. Her vagina was like a velvet glove tightening around my cock as I worked farther and farther inside her, taking my time moving in inch by inch. Finally, I pulled back, almost out, and then pushed all the way in. Nikki made some kind of sound and started rotating her hips on my cock that now impaled her. I began moving up and down, round and round. I rubbed over her clit with each down stoke. She began groaning and moving her head from side to side. I was now doing nine-inch strokes, pulling almost all the way out, pushing all the way in—faster and faster. She breathed through her mouth, gasping for air, moving her hips in time with mine, rising up to meet my down strokes. I was sure she was going to wake when she wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my hips with her hands, pulling me deeper within her. Suddenly she stiffened, tightening her legs around my waist, then she jerked a few times before letting go of my hips. Her breathing slowed and body fell back on the bed, silent, still. I bent down and listened to her heart—still beating. I lay frozen, still inside her, still with a very hard cock. She lay beneath me, not moving with her head turned to the right. Carefully, very slowly, I began moving again in and out almost my whole length. As I did Nikki once again began moving her hips with me. After a few minutes, I felt my balls as they tightened then I exploded, sending shot after shot of semen into her vagina. Nikki moaned, ‘Oh God’, and her muscles jerked once again. I was sure she had awakened, but she hadn’t.
“I felt her vagina tighten on my cock. I froze for a second, then gently pulled out. Lying still, I watched her until I was sure she was asleep, then moved off the bed. I looked down at her, not knowing what to do now, as I came back to the reality of what I had just done. I broke into a cold sweat—for the first time, I was afraid and frantic. Should I clean her up or just leave, or both? The only thing I knew for sure, I was not going to wake her. I decided to do a quick clean up, then leave. I got dressed and retrieved a damp cloth from the bathroom. I did a kind of sponge bath on Nikki and dried her off, then cleaned up the bedroom as best I could, and left.”
“Oh God. Oh God.” Linda screamed, she was working her fingers in and out of her opening, fast. “Oh hell!” she went stiff, then fell back in the chair. I sat there looking at her for five or six minutes before she spoke. “I’m sorry I got carried away.”
“So I noticed.”
“We’ll continue this later in bed.” She smiled. “I promise. Did you ever hear anything about what happened later?”
“Several weeks later, maybe six, I saw them at a party. They chose that time to announce Nikki was pregnant. I was happy for Jerry and he insisted Nikki and I dance. As we twirled around the dance floor, she kissed me on the ear then said. “I want to thank you.”
“For what?”
“Oh, for a great Saturday morning a few weeks back.”
I pulled back and looked at her. Sweat broke out on my forehead and I was almost in shock as I realized she had clearly been awake.
“Close your mouth, darling. Surely you didn’t think I could sleep through all that. Good God, Doug, that was the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
“You were awake, but why?”
“I was enjoying you. You have a very nice penis. And the way you acted like I was asleep was really hot.” She laughed. “Besides I needed you.”
“Again, for what?”
“Oh, Doug, don’t be naïve. I’m pregnant.” She leaned back in my arm and I saw the dawn of awareness darken her eyes. “You don’t know, do you?”
“Know what, Nikki?”
“That Jerry is sterile.”
I stopped dancing, looked at her for a long few seconds, and just said, “Fuck you.”
“You did and for that I will always be grateful.” Nikki kissed me on the cheek and walked off the dance floor. That was ten years ago and little Douglas was born ten years ago today.”
“Oh Doug...you have a son, a ten-year-old son you cannot acknowledge, or will not acknowledge. I’m sorry I belittled your situation, actually made fun of it. Please forgive me.” She stood, came over, and sat next to me. She put her arm around me. “With what you just told me, I can only say you are a good man, Doug James.”
“Thank you.”
“I intended to ravage you, after you finished your story, but somehow I no longer feel like sex.” She kissed me on the lips.
“Oh no, you don’t. Don’t you dare feel sorry for me.”
“Doug, I don’t feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for her. She let a very good man slip through her fingers, and I’m so glad she did. What would you say to breakfast?”
“I’d like breakfast.”
“How about scrambled eggs? But first let me slip some clothes on.” She stood and headed to the bedroom.
“I like scrambled eggs with cheese in them.” I watched her disappear into the bedroom. How lucky could I get?
* * * * *
Linda returned wearing a pair of shorts—a bit too tight—and a pullover that looked a lot like one of my T-shirts. She looked damn fine as she walked through to the kitchen. She had great legs no doubt about it.
“You coming?” She asked as she smiled, showing those star bright teeth.
“Of course.” I stood and followed her. My heart raced. I was definitely falling for her and there was nothing I could do about it—or wanted to do about it.
She got out a pan, put it on the cooktop, then took the eggs out of the refrigerator. “You like omelets or scrambled eggs?”
“I love cheese omelets.”
“Then triple cheese omelet it is.” She set a cup of coffee in front of me. “You mind if I ask you a few questions?”
“Now that’s an open-ended question. But asked away—just know, I may not answer.”
“You are obviously upset over what happen ten years ago. Are you mad at yourself? Maybe at your friend’s wife?” She got blocks of sharp cheddar, Swiss, and Monterey Jack cheese from the refrigerator and began grating them into a bowl.
I thought for a minute then decided to answer her, if we were to be friends or something more I needed to be straight with her. “I guess I’m still mad at her for deceiving me, but more at myself for what I did. Please believe me, I am not normally like that.”
“I do believe you or else you wouldn’t be here. I told you before, Doug James, you are a good man.” She finished grating the cheese into the bowl, wasted her hands, then used her fingers to mix them together. “Do you love your son?”
“Wow, you ask tough questions.”
“You don’t have to answer, sweets.” She cracked five eggs in another bowl and began beating them with a fork.
I swear I like this woman.
“No I want to, I want to be honest with you.”
Linda looked over and smiled. “I like you, too.”
“Yes, yes, I do. I spend a lot of time with him. Jerry thinks I’m very generous with my time when it comes to Douglas.”
“So they did name him after you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, think about this one before you answer.” As she heated the pan, she did something I have only seen my grandmother do. She mopped the skillet with a half-way unwrapped stick of butter to grease the pan, then she poured the eggs into the skillet. “What do you think the chances are that Jerry knew he was sterile and knew what she planned that Saturday morning?”
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