Chapter 35

“That sounds wonderful. The reason I ask about this is after your night with her, Vicky has become another woman, literally! When I spoke with her the next day she was still basking in the expected afterglow, but here we are, three or four weeks later and she’s still glowing! Either she’s found someone and getting some great sex regularly, or that cum you shot into her was some sort of magic personality-changing elixir. I don’t know which, but the fun-loving and carefree Vicky I used to know and love from thirty years ago is back.”

“Wow, I don’t know what to say...”

“You mentioned that she was interested in both you and Daisy?”

“Yeah, she told me she’s always secretly wanted to try it with a girl. Apparently, she used to have a crush on some cheerleader in high school—”

“Oh my,” I gasp, “I’ll bet that was Kimmy Reno! I remember Vicky always staring like she had a thing for her. Kimmy was a cute little thing too, a lot like Daisy.”

“Yup, that’s her, that’s the name she said.”

“I’m thinking of making her wish with Daisy and you come true. That is if all three of you are up for it.”

“Count me in!” Will thumbs-up.

“Splendid! One down, two to go.”

“I’m sure Daisy will be fine with it; she likes dates with women. And Vicky ... well, it was her idea.”

“I’m sure you’re one hundred percent correct on that. Let me share a little backstory with you. Vicky and I became friends when we were just kids, but she was always the prettier and more outgoing of the two of us.”

“Really?” he’s perplexed at that admission. “Doesn’t seem at all like the Vicky I met before we ... you know.”

“It’s true. I’m not going to say I grew up dirt poor, but my family didn’t have much in the way of fancy extras beyond the basics, food, clothes, and a roof over our heads. Vicky’s family, on the other hand, was more well-off and she always had plenty of nice clothes, make-up, and extra cash. Even though she was very beautiful, she was always a bit rough-around-the-edges and a tomboy. Not that there’s anything wrong with a girl being that way, it often makes them a lot of fun to be around because they’re more interested in going out and doing things as opposed to sitting around and gossiping about the boys we liked and the snotty bitches we hated. The downside for her was that her rough-around-the-edges appeal didn’t make her appealing to many of the guys in our school. She never cared though; she was who she was and more than confident in herself ... until she met Jacob that summer she worked at Hanford’s farm. That’s when everything changed and, all of a sudden, she became interested in make-up, girly clothes and perfume.

“Once she and Jacob started doing the nasty, as we called it back then, she beamed, and I mean she had a real glow about her. Being her closest friend, she shared everything with me, but as I listened to how awesome it was to be enjoying the taboo sexy fun she was, I felt I would soon be left behind - she was now exploring new levels that I had a long way to go to catch up on. At that point, I still hadn’t even turned a boy’s eye in my direction, I was just a shy geeky girl with greasy hair that everyone ignored.”

“Well, you’re anything but that now.”

“Thank you, Will, you’re a true sweetheart,” I smile. “Vicky stayed my friend even as her and Jacob’s hayloft trysts continued into the Fall. She loved to tell me everything, all the dirty details, and I ate up every word like candy. One day she brought a variety of cucumbers of different sizes and girths to teach me how to deepthroat. Part of me was so jealous knowing she learned how to do it with Jacob’s cock, but I didn’t turn down her offer to show me what she knew. She taught me how to free my mind of the moment’s excitement and allow my esophagus to relax and accept the cucumber without gagging. Vicky was never much for fancy speech, but I’ll always remember her exact words on the subject. The excitement must be metered at first but can be celebrated once having him so intimately is comfortably established. Although,” I pause to laugh, “I highly doubt you’re planning on learning the finer techniques of deepthroating, are you?”

“No, I’m not ... unless I could ever get more than two-thirds in when I suck myself,” he giggles, “then I might need to know those tricks.”

“Speaking of which, don’t forget I want you to show me how you do that.”

“Sure thing!”

“Did Vicky deepthroat you?”

“Yup. At first, it took a couple of tries because she was out of practice, but it soon came back to her. Felt great too!”

“I’m sure it did! When it comes to settling who’s the undisputed master, Daisy and I must bow the title to her.”

“I’m a pretty damn lucky guy then. How many dudes my age can say they’ve been sucked by, not one, but three masterclass fellatio experts?”

“Yes, you are one lucky guy, don’t ever forget that. Speaking of masterclass fellatio experts, I’m reminded of a funny story; I’ll share if you want to hear it.”

“Sure!”

“This would be around ten years after Vicky and I graduated and she just got herself out of an awful and abusive marriage. Once her divorce was final, she and her twins moved to the town of Grandhill where she accepted a factory job at the Coldspot Refrigerator Company.