Chapter 16

It was 1910 hours when I handed my truck keys to a valet in a red vest. I was nattily dressed in cargo shorts, a new Hawaiian shirt covered in palm trees and pink flamingos, and Docksiders. I flashed back to the last time a valet parked my truck. The valet back then was a friend of mine named Al Jerdin. Al married Elaine’s sister, Shelia, a few months ago. I was looking forward to seeing Al and Shelia tonight.

Elaine met me at the door with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m so happy to see you, Johnny. I worried about you when you were in Iraq. Go in and have a drink, I have greeting duty for the next fifteen minutes then I’ll join you,” she said.

I made my way into the family room then out to the back patio where the party was getting under way. The Cavanaugh’s backyard was totally different from how I remembered it. Before they had a screened in kidney bean shaped pool off the covered patio, now the pool was out where the gazebo once stood. Beyond the pool was a good-sized pool house. The area between the covered lanai and the pool was partly landscaped and partly covered with brick pavers. Some wrought iron benches were scattered around in little nooks amidst lush foliage. The gazebo was on the far side of the yard next to the pool house. Green accent lights shined up into the palm trees dotting the yard and tiki-torches scattered around broke up the darkness.

A DJ was spinning mellow music as guests arrived. I wandered over to a bar set up across from an array of serving trays with Sterno cans under them and grabbed a beer. I was leaning against the bar nursing my beer and people watching when Ellen appeared in front of me holding hands with her current girlfriend.

Ellen was still wearing her hair blonde and long and she looked very nice in a white sun dress covered in blue flowers. She was also wearing three-inch wedge heels. Her girlfriend was tall and slim with short blonde hair. The woman was wearing blue jeans and a blue University of Florida Women’s Volleyball short sleeved hoodie. Ellen definitely had a type. Ellen gave me a hug and introduced me to her girlfriend.

“Connie, this is Johnny, he was my boyfriend when we were in high school,” Ellen said.

I stuck out my hand for her to shake. She grabbed it and squeezed as hard as she could. It was such a Junior High School challenge I almost laughed. Instead, I smiled and sent her some trust and calmness.

“Pleased to meet you,” I said with a firm squeeze of my own.

She blushed and dropped my hand. I asked Connie about her volleyball team and told her my sister had played the game at the Air Force Academy. I didn’t mention how much she resembled my sister and Ellen didn’t either. They chatted with me for a few minutes and then wandered away.

Elaine showed up right after her sister left. Elaine was all grown up now and she was an attractive young woman. Her red hair was wavy and hung down to her shoulders and her skin was lightly tanned. She was still about five eight, but she looked slimmer than I recalled, and her breasts were definitely bigger than her twin sister’s. Elaine was wearing a short denim skirt, a green blouse with white Hibiscus flowers on it, and sandals. She gave me a much better kiss than I got at the door and the sexual connection between us was as strong as ever. After kissing me thoroughly she turned to the bartender.

“Hey, Ron, pour me and Johnny a glass of my red lemonade,” she said.

Ron the bartender poured us a couple of tall glasses of some red concoction and Elaine clinked glasses with me. I took a cautious sip of the drink and felt better about drinking it when I tasted only a faint hint of alcohol.

“I am having a hard time believing your mother is okay with me being here, Lainey,” I said.

She squeezed my arm and I felt her sending me some calm.

“Relax, Honey, I told her you were here when she relieved me greeting guests. She was happy you came,” Elaine said.

We moved away from the bar and were sitting at one of the round six-seat tables scattered over the lanai when Nina Murphy breezed in with her date. They grabbed drinks at the bar and joined us. Nina introduced me to her new beau. He was a Delta Airline pilot based out of Orlando and his name was Bill. He was a retired Air Force officer and an Air Force Academy graduate. He seemed impressed that my sister was a grad too and was in F-15 flight training in Texas. He was an okay dude even though he was a little full of himself.

Al and Shelia arrived next, and they also joined us. Shelia was even more beautiful than she was when we were in high school. She was shorter than Elaine and her hair was a darker red but it was obvious they were sisters. Al was still the same easy-going guy I used to surf with. Al was wealthy but you’d never know it by how he acted.

We were all laughing at Nina’s recounting of when Al Jerdin rescued her from her shithead of a boyfriend at one of her parties when Mister and Missus Cavanaugh came by to say hello. Missus Cavanaugh was very gracious and said she would talk to me later. I had a good time talking and dancing and suddenly it was 2200 and the party had thinned out. Shelia and Al left and so did Nina and Bill. I was in a great mood after the beer and three red lemonades, the last of which left me without a care in the world.

We had just returned to our table from a smoochy slow dance when Missus Cavanaugh strolled up and asked if she could join us. I was horny from all the arousal Elaine had been sending me and had hoped that we could slip off. But I needed to mend fences, so I said “sure”, and she sat beside me. As soon as her mother arrived Elaine grabbed our glasses and got us a new drink. When she returned, she handed me my glass but didn’t sit down.

“You two talk, I’m going to say ‘hi’ to some friends,” she said.

I thought it would be awkward talking to Missus Cavanaugh, but it wasn’t that way at all. She put her hand on mine and turned slightly sideways until we were eye to eye. In the glittering tiki-torch light her deep blue eyes were almost purple. I couldn’t look away as she talked.

“I’m so, so sorry for the way I acted, Johnny. I am ashamed of how badly I acted. I hope you can forgive me,” she said.

Her voice was as smooth as velvet, and she sounded sincerely contrite.

“Consider it forgotten, Missus Cavanaugh,” I said gallantly.

She smiled and squeezed my hand again.

“Thank you, Johnny, but you are an adult now and my name is Donna,” she said.

I don’t know why that made me happy, but her name just rolled off my tongue.

“Pleased to meet you, Donna,” I said.

Then I lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.

I could not tear my eyes away from her for some reason, so I was relieved when she suggested we dance when the DJ played a slow song. When we stood up, I finally got a good look at her. Donna was nearing fifty, but she looked fifteen years younger, and she was wearing the hell out of a knee-length red dress covered with small white flowers.

“You are killing it in that dress, Donna,” I said as we walked to the area where a few couples were dancing.

She gave me another one of those smiles and a quick kiss on the lips.

“Why thank you, kind sir,” she said.

It seemed only natural for her to put her arms around my neck, so I put my big hands on her waist and tried to keep a respectful distance between us. With Donna in front of me it was difficult to keep my eyes from dropping down to her tastefully displayed cleavage. Donna was stacked in that classic hourglass, wasp waisted, Hollywood of the 1950s way. Thankfully she didn’t seem to mind my looking.

We chatted as we danced, and the party receded into the background as I held her. I was nicely buzzed and enjoying having Donna in my arms when my inhibitions seemed to disappear. I was horny and dancing with a beautiful woman and suddenly I did care who she was. I danced her away into a dark spot and pulled her hips toward me so she could feel my hard on. She looked around then moved so she could rub herself against my thigh. I was disappointed when the song ended, and she stepped back but instead of going back to the table Donna took my hand and turned toward the path around the pool.

“Let me show you all the changes we’ve made since you were here last,” she said.

“Lead on. I’d follow you anywhere,” I said gallantly.

It was darker once we were past the last set of tiki-torches with only a half moon lighting the way. I started to ask a question, but Donna put her fingers to my lips.

“Shh,” she whispered in my ear, “I hear something.”

I nodded and let her pull me along the path until I could hear a couple talking softly. We walked up on them from around a shrub.

“ ... are you going to introduce me to your boyfriend?” the guy asked.

“As soon as we get back to the party, so hurry up,” Elaine said.

Then they were kissing when Donna cleared her throat to let them know we were there.

They broke their clinch and Elaine said, “Hey, you two.”

And she didn’t look at all surprised to see us.

“Kenny this is my high school boyfriend, Johnny. Johnny this is Kenny. Kenny works for my dad and his wife, Barbara, is one of my closest friends. Unfortunately, Barb is up in Tallahassee at some conference and couldn’t make it tonight. It’s funny but Kenny was just asking about meeting you, Johnny,” Elaine said.

Kenny stood up and we shook hands. Kenny was about six feet tall, and he was well built. He was also handsome as all get out. I marveled that I wasn’t the least bit jealous seeing Elaine kissing another guy, especially one like this Kenny. In fact, seeing them kiss just made me hornier. I should have known right then that something was seriously wrong.

“Let’s go inside where it is more comfortable. I could use a drink and I have a couple of bottles of Prosecco in the wine cooler,” Donna said.

Donna produced a key and opened the right most of two doors. The room we all trouped into was some sort of women’s lounge, shower and changing room. The lounge part included a couple of large chaise loungers on either side of a square coffee table and a glass fronted wine refrigerator. There were two doors that led into private bathrooms with showers and vanities. The only windows were one-foot by four-foot rectangles almost at ceiling height. Donna didn’t bother turning on any lights as moonlight through the windows and a blue light in the refrigerator gave the room an intimate glow.

Donna put Kenny to work opening a bottle of wine and she pulled me down to sit beside her on one of the loungers. I was as compliant as if I were her trained poodle. In a blink Kenny was back with plastic cups full of bubbly. He sat beside Elaine and in the dim light I saw them start to make out. That looked like a good idea, so I took Donna into my arms, and she was unresisting as I fastened my lips to hers. When we kissed, she blasted me with a jolt of lust even stronger than what Elaine used on me. And so started a night I dearly wished I couldn’t remember.

After that first kiss, we got into a rhythm where Kenny would do something to Elaine, and I would mirror it with Donna. Strangely, I knew I wasn’t acting like myself, but the situation seemed to be sweeping me along. Kenny slowly seduced Elaine as he stripped her, his lips and hands all over her. I stripped Donna down to her thigh highs and paid homage to her most excellent mature body. I looked up occasionally when Elaine moaned or gasped but seeing her in the throes of passion with another guy just made me hornier. I didn’t object when Kenny had Elaine naked and kneeling on the chaise. He looked at me and smirked as he slid his large dick into her. I smirked back as I bottomed out in Donna with her legs over my shoulders.