Chapter 1: Nancy Shares a Secret

Back when I was in high school where the girls were catty and bitchy to the point I’d sometimes come home in tears, my mom would to try to console me by telling me that it wouldn’t matter in a few years, that most of the girls I knew in high school would be nothing more than bad memories after I graduated. While at the time her advice didn’t help, like most of my mother’s predictions it turned out to be true. Once I left for college the majority of my friends went off to their own schools, moved away, got married, or any of a number of things that swept them out of my life. There have been a few, though, that I’ve kept in touch with.

One such girl is Beth, my BFF, and I don’t think anything will ever split us up no matter where we may end up. We’ve even both been fucked by the other’s father - talk about sharing! The circumstances in each case were entirely different but results are what count. Beth was also responsible for introducing me to the sex party scene. Despite what may seem to be a sex-based friendship, in reality our relationship is primarily based on mutual support and respect. We never even kissed (at least for real) until a few years ago.

Nancy is another long-time girlfriend I spend a lot of time with as well although my relationship with her was much different than with Beth. Beth and I shared everything, and I don’t mean just sexually. No secret was too sacred, no fantasy too “out there”, no date we didn’t recall completely. Nancy was what you would call a “good friend”, something who was there for you when you needed to talk, someone to go out and have a good time with, but not in the same category someone like Beth held in my life. Of course, nobody else was either so it was no reflection on Nancy.

Nancy is my age, twenty two. Technically she’s five days older than me but close enough. We’ve gone out on double dates together but never did anything even remotely sexual together. Oh sure we use to masturbate together along with the other girls during sleepovers and such back when we were younger, but then who doesn’t? It’s one thing to get a bit horny and feeling naughty talking about our favorite hunks and playing a little with ourselves as we did. It’s quite another, though, to actually touch another girl intimately. Maybe the closest we came during a game of Truth or Dare where she had to kiss me once but that was all in fun and nobody took it seriously.

With summer now in full swing I was enjoying my status as a newly minted college graduate. Nancy and I were sharing lunch at a local deli, comparing notes about our college days, already referring to them as “those days” as if college was a distant memory. Nancy had graduated from Grove City college, north of Pittsburgh, so her experiences were similar to mine in many ways. In fact, I’d actually been accepted to Grove City and had seriously considered it until I attended an orientation where I discovered the school seemed hell-bent on marrying off as many of their students as possible before graduation! Obviously that had failed when it came to Nancy as she was still single and dating ... or so I thought.

“Kelly ... Can you keep a secret?” Nancy whispered in a conspirator low voice across the table to me, looking around to make sure nobody was listening.

“Sure,” I replied simply. Like what else do you say when someone asks you that?

Nancy reached into her purse and pulled out a small box. She opened it up to reveal a ring box and within that, a diamond engagement ring. I gasped and smiled at her.

“You’ve GOT to be kidding! You?” I asked incredulously.

Nancy quickly shut the box and put it back in her purse. “I’m not supposed to tell anyone until he tells his parents,” she whispered again.

“WHO?” I said, perhaps a little too loudly but then I was consumed with curiosity. Here was one of my best friends and I didn’t even know she’d been dating seriously, let alone to where she would accept a proposal.

“Remember MJ?” she teased me with a twinkle in her eye.

I nodded. Well, duh, of COURSE I did. MJ (he was very careful NEVER to tell anyone what it stood for) was a couple of years older and a star on the football team back in high school. All the girls, and I mean ALL of them, wanted him more than their favorite bar of chocolate and he took full advantage of them. Rumor had it his cock was one of the biggest in school but I always put THAT down to bragging by the few lucky girls that he had asked to go out with him. I actually got to date him once and had my chance to appraise his assets (hey, my aunt’s a realtor so give me a break). True to my suspicions, he was well hung but NOT the biggest in school and if anyone should know, it was me. After he graduated I hadn’t heard any more about MJ. Oh well, there were other boys to chase after and flirt with to worry about him?

“Did you know he went to GC?” Nancy tossed out.

Now THAT I definitely didn’t know and it surprised me. MJ hadn’t seemed the type to pick a religious school, let alone one like hers.

“We started dating before he graduated and since then we’ve kept in touch and this past semester he was there almost every weekend,” Nancy went on to explain, “Then yesterday he gave me THIS!”

Wow, you never know about anything, or anyone, it seems. I would never have imagined in a thousand years that MJ and Nancy would be getting married but there were stranger matches made in heaven I guess. We giggled like two grade school girls sharing their first blow job experiences. She said he was traveling to his parent’s home down south to tell them and tomorrow she should be able to let the cat out of the bag.

“So when’s the wedding?” I asked anxiously.

“We haven’t set a date probably this fall sometime,” she explained, “You know I’ve always wanted a simple church wedding so it shouldn’t take much to plan.”

We talked about wedding dresses and then hit me with the biggest surprise of all ... she asked me to be her maid of honor! WoW, like I felt touched that she asked me and we both ended up crying before it was over but they were tears of happiness.

“You know, he’ll be back this weekend so would you like to go out and get to know him?” she asked. I could tell she was so proud of her new fiancé but even so I had to think about that one before I answered. I couldn’t remember if I had told Nancy about my date with MJ. Heck, it was like six years ago and I can’t remember half the guys I blew in high school, let alone which ones I told my friends about. Something told me that Nancy didn’t know that I already “knew” MJ a lot more intimately than she may realize. Sure, he hadn’t fucked me but some girls don’t like to hear their fiancé has his dick sucked by her maid of honor, even if it was like a lifetime ago.