Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, Incest, Father, Daughter, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Slow, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - When Brad returns home after two years he and Tracy pick up where they left off. Tracy makes a disturbing discovery about her best friend. Chapter 6 has no sex and deals mainly with the effects of Jim and Janet's relationship.
I guess before I get started I should probably tell you at least a little bit about myself. I was born and raised in Houston, but not all of my life was spent there. I did a lot of traveling as a child and teen with both family and friends, so by the time I graduated from high school, I felt pretty well rounded and adjusted; I had managed to put behind me the reflexive responses ingrained from growing up in the "Bible Belt" and accept people and situations as I encountered them. I had always been more than a little on the wild side, and my morals were almost non-existent. With the naivety of an 18 year old, I thought nothing could shock me. I learned differently the summer before I left for college.
I was spending some time with Janet, a friend who lived in a small town of less than 500 people. Except for the fact that her house was right on the main road three blocks from the courthouse, most people would consider her home out in the country. All the traffic that went through town either came down the road that ran past the front of her house or turned from the road that ended in a T intersection in front of her house. She had a large front yard and no back yard to speak of, so all of the traditional back yard things were set up in front of the house behind a 4-foot tall chain link fence. The thing that saw the most use was the 12-foot round trampoline. It sat to the right of the driveway behind the fence. There was a large tree off farther to the right, and the house was to the left of the driveway.
During the day, the trampoline made an ideal place to sit, or lay, and watch the people go by. Everyone knew that the "kids" all gathered on it and always honked or waved as they went past. At night, it was the best place to watch the stars. Since the town rolled up the sidewalks at dusk, there was no interference from artificial light, and the stars looked like large hunks of quartz sitting up in the night sky. The entire town seemed to go to bed at 10:00 on weeknights, and for a city girl like me, that was just unnatural. As I said, I grew up in Houston, and you could always find something to do regardless of the time. Needless to say, that wasn't the case in this little town.
On Saturday night Janet and I made our usual trip to the next town to go dancing. They had a BYOB place that was the closest thing to a real club within 60 miles. People from all of the surrounding towns were there, and the place was packed. She and I went in and claimed a spot at our usual table and started looking for our friends. We had been frequenting this place for several years now, so even though I lived 180 miles away, I still knew quite a few people. I was looking forward to finding Mike. He had been my dance partner for the last year or so, and we had been working on a different version of the most common dance there, the 2-step. I didn't see him immediately, so sat down with a group of friends to enjoy the music.
We sat, talked to friends, and sipped drinks for a while when I happened to spot someone whom I had not seen in several years. As a matter of fact, everyone told me that he had moved to another state, so I never expected to see him again. He was the person that I liked the most in that little town, aside from Janet, and I had sorely missed him when he left. Well, now he was back, at least for a visit, and I had to talk to him. I told Janet that I had spotted an old friend, and wanted to say hi and I might be gone for a while.
Just like in the old days, he was "holding court" over near the corner. There were about 15 people gathered around him trying to get his attention for one reason or another. It took some time to make it through the press of people and come at him from behind. I reached around and put my hands over his eyes, and leaned in carefully dodging his cowboy hat so that my mouth was close to his ear and said "Howdy, cowboy."
"Tracy? Is that really you? I can't believe you're here!" he said as he pulled my hands from his eyes and turned sideways in his chair to pull me onto his lap.
To say that he was startled was an understatement. It had been 2 years since we had seen each other, and when he left, things were at one of those awkward stages in the relationship where neither person is sure how serious things are. Sure, we cared about each other, and we definitely had great sex, but was it more than just friends having sex? Neither of us knew, so each was sort of avoiding the other in hopes that one of us would come up with a way to bring the question out in the open without spoiling what we already had.
I wanted a good reception, but this was much more than I had hoped for. His arms went around my shoulders as he pulled me in for what would turn out to be the first of many kisses for the night. We sat there with me on his lap talking and listening to friends for another 20 minutes or so, when I finally stood up and said, "How 'bout a dance cowboy?"
We threaded our way out onto the dance floor and merged into the endless circle that is the country and western dance pattern. It was just like old times; we fell into the steps that we had always used, and he pulled me tightly to him so my breasts were pressed firmly to his chest; his thigh was between mine as we moved across the floor. Being this close was conducive to private talks, and this was the place where more than one bout of really intense sex had started. I turned my head so that my mouth was close to his ear and said, "I thought I'd never get you to myself. Please tell me that you'll be here for more than just the weekend."
His response delighted me and sent shivers down my spine at the same time. His warm breath caressed my ear and his voice was thick with emotion. "I've come home to stay. I hope you're gonna to be here for a while, too."
Now, my plans had been sort of nebulous, and I had to leave for college at the end of August, but other than that, I really didn't have much else going on that summer. I had quit my job just before high school graduation, and I had planned to have fun before I went off to my new life. I knew that I would have to OK staying for any real length of time with both my parents, and Janet's parents, but another week would be no problem for either, so I could commit to that easily.
"I'll be here at least a week. I gotta go home for Father's day, but other than that, I think I can make arrangements to be here for a while. Why, you interested in renewing old acquaintances?"
"Is that all I was to you, an acquaintance? I'm hurt. Here I thought you would be pinning for me all this time, and I bet that you can't even remember my name."
"Silly, you know better than that - Of course you were more than an acquaintance. I don't have sex with acquaintances. You should know that by now. And as for not remembering your name, I won't even dignify that with a comment."
His breath on my neck and ear was making my blood boil. He knew where all my sensitive spots were, and I had my hair up that night so he was able to get to all of them without having to burrow through hair. The fingers of his right hand were tracing patterns on my back, while the left was pulled in close and intertwined with mine. The music changed to a slow fiddle song and the pace on the dance floor slowed to a crawl. These were my least favorite dances and he knew it. He guided me to the edge of the floor and put both his hands around my waist to push me ahead of him in the crowd.
I had forgotten how big his hands were. I had a small waist, about 18 inches at the time, but most men could not interlace part of their fingers with their hands around my waist. His fingers came together at the second knuckle, and the thumbs overlapped at the first knuckle. He steered me towards the hand-stamp portion of the door, and I stopped to get my stamp. He pulled his right hand off of my waist and got his stamped as well. He replaced his hand on my waist, and herded me through the crowd in the parking lot over to the picnic tables that were just at the edge of the gravel lot. When we were finally through the press of people, he released my waist and stepped forward. He draped an arm across my shoulders. His hand rested familiarly on my shoulder, but I longed for him to pull me closer and rest that large hand on my breast instead. When we finally made it out to the tables, we sat on the table side by side with our boots resting on the bench. The music, which was so loud that it made conversation difficult inside, was a nice background to a quiet conversation on that table.
We sat and talked, catching up on what had happened in the last two years. He was 2 years older than me, so while his physical appearance between 18 and 20 had changed little, he had matured significantly. I, however, had been 16 when he had seen me last. I had a passable figure for a 16-year-old girl, but the 2-year time period had given the curves time to mature. The differences that 2 years of drill team and 2 years of growing up had made to my body were significant. I had gained about 4 inches in my bust and hips, and lost 3 in my waist. Being an 18-year-old girl, I was obsessed about my figure, and I had heard somewhere that a 20 inch gap between waist and bust was the ideal to shoot for. I had finally obtained it, and was quite proud of the body that I had worked so hard for.
That night I was dressed pretty conservatively for me, but then most of my wardrobe was a scandal to the elders in town, and this outfit was no exception. My jeans were snug enough that if I had been wearing anything other than a thong, the lines would have been obvious a block away, and this was accentuated by the fact that they had no back pockets to break-up the swell of my ass. My blouse was black, snug, low-cut, and had a slight opalescent translucency to it. There was just enough left to the imagination to be decent, and I would not have hesitated to wear it in front of my mother. But if the blouse had been cut any lower, I would have come out of the top every time I bent over. I looked good that night, and I knew it. His eyes kept coming back to the exposed tops of my breasts while we talked, and the hand that was over my shoulder began to make its inevitable decent.
Things were going just as well as I had hoped they would, but we had been outside for over and hour, and I knew that I was pressing my luck with Janet. Reluctantly, I turned to him and said, "I hate to do this, but I've gotta get back inside and find Janet so she won't worry that I have done something stupid. I'll see you later?"
"Of course, what time are y'all plannin' on headin' home? I could stop by and see if the light's on when I leave if you aren't plannin' on stayin' later than I am."
"Oh, we usually head home about 1 o'clock. Janet's usually had enough to drink and is tired of dancing, and I am usually tired of the noise by that point. We stay up and wind down for about 2 hours, so we'll be up when you leave. Now the question is, when do you plan to leave?"
"Well, the original plan was to leave at 12:30 or so and head into Houston for breakfast, but I think I can probably get out of that. I'll just be busy dancing with you when everyone leaves, then, no problem."
"Ok, cowboy, I'll save the 12:15 spot for you. You'll have to come and find me though. I'm not working my way through your flock of hangers-on to get a dance that you want."
"I'll find you. That's a promise."
Then he leaned in and his lips met mine. At first it was just a moist closed lip kiss, comfortable, friendly, but with little passion in it. Then his lips parted and his tongue snaked forward to part my lips, which opened immediately to allow entrance. Our tongues wrestled and fought, first in my mouth, then his. If it had been even slightly more private, things might have gotten completely out of hand. As it was, that kiss seemed to go on forever. His hand went to my right breast, and began to rhythmically squeeze my nipple. It was driving me wild. I could feel my labia engorge and the wetness soak my thong immediately. My left nipple was crinkled in sympathy, and both were so hard that I could feel my pulse in them. I was still lost in his mouth when his other hand found my thighs and tried to part them. I had to break the kiss to stop it from ending with us having sex on the picnic table just outside the club.
He gave a little grunt of frustration, and cupped the back of my neck in his strong hand to pull me in for another kiss. Like the last one, this one started out closed lipped, but both of our mouth's opened simultaneously with a moan as I leaned forward and melted against his chest. His tongue trickled fire into my mouth, only to have me return it to him with interest when the wrestling moved from my mouth to his. My tongue traced his teeth and caressed his pallet. His tongue wrapped itself around mine and then tried to push past it to explore my mouth. We were lost in a world of sensation, a world of darkness, touch, taste, and country music mixed with the ever-present call of crickets. Again, the kiss seemed to go on forever, and it seemed that neither of us would ever need to come up for air. Somehow, we were still breathing without breaking or interfering with that most intense kiss. My blood was pounding so loudly in my ears that I couldn't hear anything except my heartbeat. My nipples were so rigid that I thought they would explode with each heartbeat. My head was beginning to spin, and I could feel the start of a major orgasm building. Just as I reached the point where I was ready to risk getting caught out there on the picnic table, he began to pull away, slowly disengaging, bringing our kiss to an end.
The world started to come back to me, and I was keenly aware of the sounds coming out of the club. It was time for me to get back inside. One last kiss on the cheek, and I was ready to head back. "See you at 12:15, cowboy. If you don't find me or Janet, I'll assume that you've decided to have breakfast in Houston and may make other plans."
"I'll find you between 12:00 and 12:15, I promise. You can't kiss me like that and then tell me you might make other plans."
"We'll see. If you're there, great, but don't let me interfere with your plans if you don't want me too. I'm not trying to hone in on someone else's party. You know, I didn't ask, but are you dating anyone right now? If you are, you better not come by. You know what an almighty mess that caused last time."
"Nope, not dating anyone, not seeing anyone, not engaged to anyone, not married. I'm free, single and ready to party."
"Well, don't let me keep you from the party. I think I'm gonna stay out here for another few minutes. I'm not ready for the assault of the music. I'll be in later. On your way in, if you see Janet, tell her that I'm all right and where I am?"
With a nod, he turned and headed to the door. I pulled out my pack of cigarettes, and lit one while I leaned back on one elbow on the table. Then I laid flat on my back with my feet still resting on the bench to admire the stars. The only light close to me was coming from the door when it intermittently opened to let someone in or out of the club. The ember from my cigarette seemed to hover in mid-air, turning brighter then dimming as I drew air through it. After a few minutes, I heard distinct footsteps that could only be Janet. She knew of my habit of coming out here to get away from the noise for a while, so was not surprised to find me in my regular star watching position.
I felt more than heard the shift in the table when she sat next to me. As was our custom, she laid down to look at the stars for a few minutes before even bothering to bring up whatever it was that brought her out here. In this case, I was sure she had seen Brad and needed to know what was going on between the two of us. She knew I took stupid chances with Brad. Not just unprotected sex, but sex in places that we were likely to get caught or get hurt if we were not extremely alert and careful.
With frustration and anger warring in her voice, Janet said, "Well, I see he's back. Are you gonna to take up where you left off, or have you already done so? You were gone for long enough that you could have. You know that you can tell me truth. At this point, I just want to make sure that you don't do anything stupid enough to keep you from going to college in August."
"No, we haven't done anything really stupid yet. I can't promise we won't, but I'll try to make sure that it's nothing really dangerous. He's going to stop by on his way home tonight, and if he sees lights, we'll see from there. This is all so overwhelming. I thought I was over him, and that I had moved on. I really felt like I was free, but one kiss, and I knew that I just couldn't walk away. I'm going to see if I can get him to move to college with me so that we can share an apartment. I don't think that I can be without him for any long period of time. It's like something that's been missing for a while now has finally fallen back into place, and I'm whole again. I know that's stupid, but it's the only description that I have."
"Ok, I only have one request. Please be back in the house, or at least in the front yard with a car engine that is cool by 5 am. The parents'll be up between 5:30 and 6:00, and I'm not ready to take a bunch of crap so you can run around with Brad again. If that shit starts, I'm gonna to have to ask you to go home. I don't want to do that, but I can't stand trying to cover for you when you run off to god knows where for god knows how long. The only other choice you have is to ask permission from my dad and tell him what's going on. I don't know how he'll take it; he may tell you to go home, or he may do something else entirely. That's the choice you have to make. I know that if you go home, you'll have at least a 2 hour drive to see Brad, and that your mother will expect you back at the house by 2 am every night. That would seriously curtail your time with Brad, but it's your choice to make. I guess I'm through being a mother now, and I'll let it drop."
By this time, I had finished my cigarette, and put it out in the coffee can full of sand that sat on the table. I thought about what Janet said before I spoke. There were lots of things running around in my head about the last time that I saw Brad and the amount of trouble that I caused, not just for myself, but for Janet, who was trying to cover for me. I had a cell phone now, so staying in touch was not a problem, but at the same time, I didn't want her to be responsible for trying to keep track of me. Then there was the fact that I would end up not spending as much time with her as I had originally intentioned. The reason I was here was to spend the last large block of time with Janet that I would probably ever get. I intended to take summer school each year in college so that I could get out in a reasonable time, and I had to see both sets of parents during the breaks between semesters. So the best that I could expect was to spend the occasional weekend with her, whether she came to visit me, or I went to visit her, it would still be too short.
"Janet, I need to think and to talk to your father. It's still really early, and I know you're not ready to go home yet, why don't I run back to your house, talk to your dad, then come back. I'll be here by midnight. If you see Brad looking for me, tell him I ran an errand really quickly and will be back shortly. We have a dance scheduled for 12:15, so you know I won't forget you. I'll leave my phone with you in case you have an emergency. What d'ya think?"
"Yeah, go have that talk with dad. Maybe he'll have a simple solution for you. Hopefully he'll be able to help you work things out so I don't have to take the heat for you. Then, I am pretty much OK with whatever it is you decide."
I sat up and turned to look at her. Her face was creased with worry, and her eyes were narrowed with irritation. I knew that look, and it said louder than any words can say, "Don't pull the same shit you did last time. I'm not going through hell over this."
I reached down and took her hand in mine. As I held it tightly, I looked directly into her eyes and said "I promise that if I can't work something out with your father, I'll go home so you won't have to deal with all of the shit that is going to result from me spending way too much time with Brad. I know that you don't want me to go home, but I'd rather leave than cause you to lose all your fun for the rest of the summer. I know I've said it before, but thanks again for protecting me last time. This time, I'll make sure that if anything happens, I'll be the one that gets into all the trouble."
When I finished, I pulled her hand to my lips and kissed the back. I squeezed it once, and then set it back on her stomach where the other one lay. She sat up and gave me a hug. "Good luck, I think that you're gonna need it."
I opened the small purse I was carrying, found my cell and car keys and handed her the phone. I took my keys and headed off towards my car.
I thought of all of the things that I could say to Janet's father while I drove back to her house. He was one of the very few people in the world who could always see through any bullshit that I happened to spin. I was hoping that Janet's stepmother would be in bed already so that I could talk to her father without interruption. There was the possibility that if I could get him alone I might be able to convince him to let me run a little wild, but not hold Janet responsible. My hope was for a later curfew, and maybe some leniency on the whole no boys in the house after the parents had gone to bed thing. That would allow me to spend time with both Janet and Brad and was probably the best that I was going to get. What I got instead was a real surprise.
I pulled into the driveway and turned off the headlights. The lights in the house were off everywhere except for the TV in the den. When I walked past the front windows, I saw that he was alone in the den. Well, at least that was going right. I opened the front door and closed it softly behind me. He was sitting on the couch watching something in black and white. It was nothing I had seen before, but then I was never a fan of black and white movies, so maybe that wasn't too surprising.
I walked into the den and sat down. He paused the VCR and asked what was wrong. His first worry was for Janet and why she wasn't with me. I reassured him she was fine and was carrying my cell in case she had an emergency. That seemed to calm him and again, he asked me what the problem was. I still had no idea where to start, so I hemmed and hawed for awhile talking about how sometimes when I was there I did things that Janet did not know about beforehand, and that it was not her responsibility to look out for me. Eventually, he stopped and surprised the hell out of me by saying "So, you finally found out Brad's back in town, huh? I was hoping that it'd take you a bit longer than 2 days, but I knew it was inevitable. This is a novel solution to the problem; I didn't think that you would have the guts to just come and talk to me. I figured I'd eventually have to stay up and catch you coming in to have this talk. Well, before I offer any solution, what do you have in mind?"
I repeated a lot of what I said to Janet about a lost part of me being found. I also talked about the idea of Brad joining me in my college apartment. Her dad, as I thought he might, laughed and told me that I was dreaming; there was no way that Brad was going to move 3 hours away after just getting back. Then he changed the subject to how we were going to deal with the current situation saying, "Well, that's all for the future, and we can let that take care of itself. What about now? I'm not willing to have mothers come to me about your behavior, nor will I tolerate jealous girlfriends showing up at 3:00 am drunk and looking for revenge. What do you intend to do to prevent a repeat of last time?"
"Well, the most important part is that he is not dating anyone, not seeing anyone, not engaged to anyone and not married. That should take care of the jealous girlfriends, and as for the mothers, we won't be quite so public with our affections. That should take care of the righteous anger, right?"
"I was hoping for more than 'not quite so public'. There really isn't anything more public than on the steps of the courthouse during the 4th of July fireworks, after all. I need a commitment from you that you won't do anything that will cause any further embarrassment to the family before I am willing to let you stay past tomorrow morning."
"Jim, you know I can't give you that commitment. Come on, what I am wearing right now is enough to cause parts of the town to talk. I can say that I won't do anything that is against the law, or that would cause problems in Houston."
"Ok, I guess you're right about no talk, but if I hear about anything other than your wardrobe, you leave immediately, no second chances. In return for you not getting into any trouble, I'm willing to let you stay for the rest of the summer, plus play shut eyed chaperone."
"Just what do you mean by 'shut eyed chaperone'?"
"Well, as you know, we have an extra bedroom now that Julie has moved in with her mother. I'm willing to let you use it as your own, I'll relax all of the no boys rules, and will basically let him live here provided that if he lives here, he pulls his weight around the house. I'm going to expect more from you too on this. You will have to pull your weight as well. When you were just Janet's friend spending a couple of weeks, it was O.K. for us not to assign you chores, you not to pay rent or help with groceries, but now that you'll be here all summer, we'll need to work something out."
"I've talked to my wife about all of this. She doesn't like it and is just waiting for you to screw up, so keep your nose clean. Don't wake her at night, and for God's sake, don't let our littlest one know that you and Brad are having sex."
When he said that last bit, I thought I was going to cough up a lung. I was used to hearing plain talk from Jim, but this was a bit much. Here he was, basically letting me do whatever I want in exchange for rent. This was beyond my wildest dreams. Of course, it all depended on how much rent he wanted, but I was sure that I could work something out.
"OK, we'll be discreet in the house. I promise. Now, what kind of rent are we talking about here. I have a decent amount stashed from 3 years of working, and I'm pretty sure mom would be willing to send you a check to cover some of the expenses of having me here, but I'll need a figure if I'm gonna to talk to her about it."
"I think that we should think about a lot of the perks I'm offering you here. I think a small monetary compensation would be more than enough, but you and I will need to discuss the rest later. Ask your mom for $100 a month and one trip to the grocery store per month. That should cover enough of your expenses that we can still get by just fine. Now, get out of here and let me finish watching this. Oh, and by the way, tell Janet that I won't hold her responsible for your actions. Have a good night; I can't wait to laugh at the way you walk tomorrow."
I blushed fiercely and headed back out to the car. The entire conversation had taken less than an hour, and I was going to be back in plenty of time, so I stopped and picked up a couple of bottles of wine and a 12-pack of Sprite(tm). The parking lot was so full that I ended up parking almost at the picnic tables and, to my surprise, Brad was sitting out there by himself.
I pulled into the spot, turned off the lights and the car and got out. I headed toward Brad with the wine and a big cup in one arm and the Sprite in the other. It was dark enough that he had a bit of a difficult time telling that it was me, but when I got close, he called out, "Hey sexy, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?"
"Looking for some company, cowboy. How 'bout you?"
"Believe it or not, I was just thinking 'bout old times, and how not to repeat some of the mistakes that we made the first time."
"I'm glad that you think that we both made mistakes last time. That means that you're willing to do things to make sure that we don't repeat them."
I set the wine down and pulled a corkscrew out of my purse. Brad took the corkscrew from me and began to open one of the bottles of wine. I opened a Sprite and poured it into the cup. Once Brad opened the bottle, I added an equal portion of wine. Sipping my drink, I sat down on the table next to him.
He picked up his long neck and took another pull from the bottle, then turned to me and took the hand that was not holding the drink. He turned it palm up and gently kissed the palm of my hand, then brought it to his cheek and held it there for a minute before letting it go. I was amazed; his eyes shone with unshed tears, and I had no idea what they were for. He brought both hands up to my face and turned it towards him. His voice was thick with emotion, and he almost seemed to choke on the words that followed.
"I've missed you so much. You're the reason that I came back. I told myself I came back because Ohio was too cold, and I wasn't making enough money, and I missed my family, but the truth is, I couldn't be where you weren't. The thought that we wouldn't be able to be together because of all of the things that have happened in the past hit me about 20 minutes ago, and I came out here to see if I could figure out what to do."
"Don't be so gloomy. I've got it figured out, I promise," and with that I began to tell him about the deal that Jim was willing to offer me. His first reaction was shock, which transformed quickly into suspicion.
"I know Jim, and the question I have is: What's in it for him?"
"Honestly, I don't know what he is going to ask. My guess is he'll want your help with the car business, and'll want me to do some of the cooking and cleaning, but aside from that, I couldn't make a guess. I know Jim too, and he said that we'd have to talk about it later. There's a hook in it somewhere, but I won't know if it is one that I can live with until I talk to him about it. Don't get your hopes up. It could be any number of things that either one of us is unwilling to do, but I'm willing to explore the options."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. He does have some weird kinks, and he could want anything. As for rent from me, do you think that he'll be satisfied with the same amount from me as he is getting from you? You know I won't be able to stay there all the time, so that should more than cover any expense they incur for having me stay."
"Who knows? Again, we'll just have to talk to him. But, smile cowboy, things are looking up. At least he's going to let me stay for a while. I did have to promise not to do anything illegal, so no more sex on the courthouse steps during the fireworks, but that doesn't rule out all sorts of other places."
His smile could have lit up an entire county. He leaned forward and kissed my forehead lightly, then he kissed my cheeks, then my eyelids, all the while whispering his love for me. I was again feeling the blood rush to my nipples as they began to enlarge. One of his large hands came around my back and pulled me close to him. His mouth covered mine, and as his tongue entered my mouth, I tasted the distinct flavor of beer. I kissed him for a moment, then pulled back and rested my head on his shoulder.
After a few minutes of just being together, I straightened up and hopped off of the table. I grabbed his hand and said, "Come on cowboy, you owe me a dance or 5."
We went back into the club and set the wine and Sprite down at the table. Janet had collected quite a few men by then, but I could tell that she wasn't taking any of them too seriously. I looked around trying to spot Tim. He was the one that she was dying to get to know, and he just happened to be one of Brad's best friends. When I found him, I leaned into Brad and suggested that we head over to see Tim. Once we were out of earshot of Janet, I explained to Brad that Janet thought Tim was hot and wanted to get to know him. Brad saw exactly how convenient it would be for Janet to have someone special right now, and walked right up to Tim. I tagged along to see what Brad was going to say. I shouldn't have left it to Brad. Of course, the conversation was the basic female nightmare; thank God I was there to set it straight before Tim acted on Brad's suggestion.
Brad had basically suggested that Janet would be an easy lay if Tim would just talk to her. Nothing could have been further from the truth, but Brad I guess, didn't know that. I intercepted Tim on his way to talk to Janet. Our conversation was more truthful and more useful to Tim.
It turned out that Tim had seen her around, but since he was 7 years older than Janet, had never even given a thought to dating her. That isn't terribly surprising given the fact that when he graduated from high school, she was 11. Well, now she was legal, and also a real looker, so he was willing to get to know her. Once he understood that she wasn't going to just rollover that first night, he actually seemed more interested.
Tim made his was toward Janet and then stood just far enough away that he was inconspicuous. Just as the current song ended, he stepped up and asked Janet to dance. She accepted before the next song started. I watched them dance for a few minutes and then began looking for Brad. I saw him coming toward me from the dance floor with a mischievous grin on his face. There was no telling what he was up to, but I figured that it would be fun whatever it was. He asked me to dance, and I willingly accepted. We got to the dance floor in that moment of silence during which all of the dancers sort of stop to see if they will continue for the next dance or head back to the table. The pause was longer than normal, and I looked up at the band to see what was going on. Strangely enough, the lead singer had stepped down, and a woman who never sang with that particular band joined them on stage. She had a beautiful soprano voice, and I always liked to stay late when she was singing. She said that there was a request and that the next song was going out to Tracy. Then the familiar strains of "I Will Always Love You" began, and I melted into Brad's arms. He'd always known how to get me to do anything for him. As we danced, I sniffled, and shed a few happy tears. It was almost 1:00 by the time we got off of the dance floor.
We were both surprised to discover that his friends were waiting for him to go to breakfast with them. If he went, that would be the end of our night. I had never been so frustrated in my life. More than once, Brad had gotten me to the point that I absolutely had to have an orgasm, only to slowly bring me back down. When John approached, his first words were, "Come on, we've got 6 people waiting on you. Let's go!"
I put on my best stupid face, snuggled close to Brad, and asked, "Go where?"
"There's a bunch of us goin' to Houston for breakfast, and we're all waitin' on Brad."
I made a conscious decision to let John know without Brad having to say anything that Brad was not leaving with them. I stepped in front of Brad with my back to him, pulling both of his arms around me as I did so. His hands came to rest on my breasts, and he reflexively began to pinch and squeeze them. John stared at Brad's hands for a moment; then he said, "Ah, you found somethin' better than breakfast. O.K., guess we'll go without you, but Shelly'll be really disappointed. She was lookin' forward to spendin' the trip into Houston with you. What d'ya want me to tell her?"
Without even a hitch Brad said, "I'm already committed to someone else. I know you were trying to be nice and set me up with some easy pussy, but I'm not on the market."
"Wait a minute, since when? You weren't datin' anyone 4 hours ago."
"4 hours ago I hadn't seen Tracy again. Now I have. Can you blame me for not wanting to pass her up?"
John stood back, and made a lifting motion. Brad removed his hands from my breasts leaving my erect nipples clearly poking against the slightly sheer fabric of my blouse. I had been attracting attention for years, but it had been a while since anyone looked at me that thoroughly. John seemed to be able to see through my clothes. He took in every feature, from head to toe. He stopped in places that most people don't even notice, my long neck for example. When he reached my feet, he looked back at Brad and asked, "O.K., where'd ya find her? I know she ain't from here. If she were, I'd 'ave noticed. She's the best looking woman I've seen in years."
I blushed a bright red and said, "I'm from Houston. I've been in and out of town for years now, so you must not be that observant. I was here last weekend, and saw you with the brunette with bad teeth. I'm Janet's best friend."
"Ah, that'd be it then. You're on the WAY too young side for me. I am not goin' to jail. Brad, maybe you'd better come with me. If you don't, you could end up in real trouble."
"Nope, you go ahead. She's legal, so you don't have to worry. Besides, I'm not into older women like you are. Enjoy your breakfast. 'Bye now."
With that, Brad took my hand and turned toward the table where Janet sat finishing the last of the first bottle wine. We joined Janet and Tim at the table, and I proceeded to put away the better part of a bottle of wine. By the time that we were ready to go home, I wasn't fit to drive. Janet was never fit to drive on Friday night, so Brad drove my car home while Tim drove Brad's truck. Things were working out like I had hoped: Tim was there to entertain Janet while she sobered up, and Brad was there to take care of the amazing need for an orgasm that I had developed that night.