Chapter 5: Joyce

Friday night has been traditionally spent going out with the guys and over the course of the evening discussing what the plans were for the weekend. After one beer at the local watering hole it was decided to go over Pete's house to play some cards. Bob Lacy had no interest in playing cards but he would go and watch the card game and after a while head for home. There was a varsity basketball game tomorrow which was against what was called a "fish" team. That's a team which is put on the schedule in anticipation that the game would add one to the win column. There was a good chance that everyone on the team would get into the game so it was not going to be a late night tonight.

Pete had a good size house and a large family room on the lower level which contained a card table. The guys started playing cards immediately. Bob watched for a while and then he noticed that Pete's sister Joyce had come downstairs. She was one year younger than Bob and was very attractive. She said hello and walked into another room. Bob went over to see what she was doing and he observed that she was doing some ironing.

Joyce was a looker by any standard. She was about five foot six inches tall, with short dark hair. At first glance one would think because of her appearance that she had some Italian ancestry. The figure was nice but her breasts were her biggest and outstanding physical attraction. Bob guess that they were at least 38's and maybe more than a D cup. Facially she resembled an older movie star, Gina Lolabrigida. Bob had known Joyce a long time and flirted with her whenever he could. She seemed to enjoy the flirting and flirted back with Bob.

"If I knew you were ironing I would have brought some of mine over for you to do," Bob said.

"No problem. I would charge you the going rate."

"You can charge me the going rate anytime you want," responded Bob with a lecherous grin.

"Don't you wish!"

After some more bantering the conversation eventually got around to what each other was doing this weekend. Bob said his time was decided since they had a home basketball game tomorrow. Joyce said that she didn't have any plans for Saturday.

Bob had heard that Joyce was considered to be Mark's girlfriend but Bob wasn't sure if there was a relationship. On a few occasions Joyce had told Bob that she wasn't going steady with anyone irrespective of what Mark or anyone else said.

Without thinking about it Bob said, "If you want, you can come to the game as I have some unused tickets. My parents, who usually attend the games, are in Hawaii celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary."

Joyce responded that she would like to go but she had to work till six o'clock.

Bob said "I need to be there at six so I couldn't take you, but I could give you a lift home after the game.

Joyce said that she should be able to get a lift to the game from a co-worker.

Bob finished by saying, "If this is going to cause problems with Mark then maybe your going to the game isn't a such a good idea and we should cancel."

She again said she is not going steady with Mark, so who she goes out with is none of Mark's or anyone else's business. Bob gave her the ticket and told her where he would meet her after the game.

The game as anticipated was a blow out. The score was 85 to 53. The coach cleared the bench just before the end of the first half and everyone played. Bob got in for 12 minutes and had 14 points and a few rebounds. It felt good to get some playing time in front of the large crowd that was in attendance.

Since it was a win the post game meeting was short and the coach released the players till Monday's practice. Bob remembered that after some game losses the meetings would go on for one to two hours. He thought that maybe the length of the meeting was part of the Coach's incentive for the players to win games but he wasn't sure. After the meeting was over Bob walked into the hallway and observed the various parents and friends waiting for the players.

He immediately noticed Joyce. She had on a dark dress that was cut to an inch below her knees. There was a belt, which was cinched at her waist with the effect of emphasizing her ample hips and breasts. He thought that the size of her breasts gave meaning to that of line, 'Something to write home to mother about.' Bob help her on with her coat and took her hand as they walked out to where he had parked the car. Having the family car was a nice perk when the parents were on vacation.

In the car he asked her what she thought of the game.

She said, "It really wasn't much of a game."

She was glad Bob got as much playing time as he did. What concerned her more were the looks she received from the people sitting around her.

Bob laughed and said," Oh, I should have warned you. The ticket that you had and the tickets of the people sitting around you are the ones that the players receive for each home game. Each player receives two tickets and usually gives them to his parents or friends. Over time at the games these people have gotten to know each other quite well. My parents usually attend all the games. I am guessing that when these people saw you sitting in one of my seats they started wondering who you were since my parents weren't there. It will be interesting what my parents will hear about you at the next game. I think it will be something like, who was that beautiful girl sitting in your seats at the last game?"

Joyce smiled and thought it was nice he would say something like that.

Bob looked at her and said, "It's already ten, are you hungry? Do you want to get something to eat or something to drink? Maybe you would want to go to the park and watch the submarine races, or would you want to go to my house and I could show you all my etchings."

Joyce smiled and said, "I am not hungry nor am I thirsty. Furthermore the submarine races ended for the season last week and I should know as I was there. That leaves going to your house as the only option left. I don't believe you have any etchings, but if you do I will look at them."

She had a throaty voice and Bob enjoyed hearing her talk. He asked her questions on the drive to his house and she talked quite a bit.

"Thank God for electric garage door openers," Bob thought, as he could pull the car directly into the garage. He didn't want the neighbors to get uptight by seeing Bob bringing a girl home when his parents were away. In the house he took her coat and watched her nice looking backside as she walked into the living room. She agreed to have a drink and he mixed her a vodka and tonic while he had a beer.

They talked and kidded each other as they sipped their drinks. When the drinks were finished, she asked him to show her the rest of the house. He took her hand and gave her what he called the fifty cent tour.

When he showed her his bedroom she said, "So this is were Big Bob sleeps."

Bob was behind her and encircled her waist with his arms and said, "Yes, and when he sleeps he dreams of you."

He thought that she could fell his partial erection pressed against her buttocks.

Joyce twisted around in his arms and looked up at him and said, "I bet you say that to all the girls."

He responded, "Not all the girls, only the good looking ones."

She smiled at him and didn't break the eye contact. He started to move his head slowly down to her lips and she wasn't pulling away. He kissed her with his open lips and heard her moan. It was a sexy moan. Her large breasts were pressing against his chest. He continued to kiss her and she continued the moaning. He slowly walked backward with her till the back of her legs touched the bed and she sat down bringing Bob with her.

The kiss was broken and he pulled back a little looked into what he would describe as her glassy eyes.

He said, "If you want, we can stop now before this goes any farther."

Her arms moved around his neck and pulled him to her for another kiss. She continued to pull at him till they both were lying down on the bed. His hand moved around to cup one of her breasts and it was as it looked, large and more than a handful. She continued to make light moaning sounds as they kissed and this was tuning on Bob. He had never had a girl moan constantly when she was being kissed. His penis was now in full erection and he knew she could feel it as it pressed against her.