Chapter 2: Meeting Duane

Back in March my best friend Beth had set me up on a date with a guy she knew. Normally I avoid blind dates like the plague and with Beth making the arrangements, I could only imagine what I was getting myself into. She assured me she wasn’t setting me up with some unwashed geek and as a matter of fact, she even claimed I already “knew” the guy (and yes, she used her fingers to make quote marks when she said “knew”). Now what was THAT supposed to mean? Usually when someone uses that phrase in that way it means “knowing” someone in the biblical sense which means you’ve had sex. She assured me that in this case it wasn’t quite that but it was along those lines.

“OK, then what the heck ARE you referring to?” I finally blurted out over the phone to her in exasperation.

I could just imagine Beth smirking at the other end. We’d been best friends since we were little girls and shared everything - even dads (a couple of long stories there). She loved to tease me and to be fair, I loved it when she did. Beth and I had quite different tastes when it came to sex (get your minds out of the gutter - I mean tastes as in “interests”). I’ve always preferred the intimacy of one-to-one sex with a group thing thrown in here or there for a change in pace.

Beth, on the other hand, loved parties and gang bangs - the more the better was her mindset. She was involved with a couple of groups that met regularly for sex parties and over the years she had even dragged me along with to a few of them. I found them interesting, to say the least, and overall they were some fun experiences, but overall they left me unfulfilled and I always felt I wanted something more when they were over.

“OK ... remember that BJ party we went to a few years back over at the house by the tennis courts?” she said slowly, letting it sink in as I struggled to dredge up old memories. In case you can’t figure it out, a BJ party was where the girls gave the guys blowjobs. As a general rule, there’s no sex although you always had the adventurous couple or two who would sneak off to one of the bedrooms.

I indeed remembered the one she was talking about. Actually, my first memory was how sore my jaws were the next day after having blown what must’ve been around twenty guys. I hadn’t even gotten undressed, or even unbuttoned, during it so needless to say, I didn’t have sex with anyone. Sometimes I think it gets guys off more when I suck their dick while fully clothed, without letting them touch me or play with myself.

“OK, I remember it,” I finally replied, “As I recall, we could’ve used a few more girls!”

Beth snickered, saying, “Well, you weren’t complaining about the guy-girl ratio back then!” Then she went on saying, “Remember a guy there by the name of Duane? He’s about six years older than us, tall, dark hair, good looking, GREAT dick.”

Sheesh, what did she think I was, some kind of computer that could just store away images and bring them back on demand? First, I don’t remember ANY of the guys telling me their names at the party. Most of them just pulled out their cocks and stuck it in my face. Who needs introductions for that? Besides, I can never remember names and would probably forget my own if it wasn’t on my driver’s license. Second, as I said there were maybe twenty guys there. How many of them were tall with dark hair? As for a great dick, that was sort of in the eyes of the beholder, wasn’t it?

“Sorry, doesn’t ring a bell,” I conceded.

“Well, don’t tell HIM that,” she sighed, “He sure remembers YOU!”

Well I would HOPE he did, even if I had no idea who he was back then. I’d like to think most guys remember my blowjobs. I DO try awful hard to make a good impression! I waited patiently, or maybe not so patiently, for Beth to spill the rest of the goods.

“So anyway, my forgetful slutty friend, I was at a party this past week and lo and behold, he was there. We got to yakking - AFTER he fucked me with some of his friends mind you, and somehow or another we got talking about that party. I guess it was the first time we’d done a party together. Then he mentioned some hot brunette slut who’d done a really great job on his dick and as he described her I knew just who he was talking about - my best friend Kelly! I went and grabbed a pic of us from my purse and he couldn’t believe she was my best friend. The blond hair these days made it harder to recognize you as well.”

“Cool,” was all I could think of to say. I was getting a bit more impatient as to where this was all going.

“OK, OK, I get the hint. I’ll get there ... Gee whiz, have some patience. So anyway, I asked him if he would like to go out with you. I told him you didn’t have a boyfriend (which he found hard to believe - just as I do), and that I could get him set up with you.”

“Oh really?” I teased her back, “Like you’re my pimp now or what?”

“Oh shut up girl! He’s even more gorgeous than he was back when you blew him. Besides that, he’s got money, and he’s really a great guy. Oh, and not to forget, he still has that great dick AND he knows how to use it, trust me on that one!”

Well, to make the rest of a long story short, I did meet him and after our first date, I was able to tell Beth she was 100% on target - he WAS a great fuck! Yet as much as I enjoyed being with him, there was something more that I didn’t quite realize until after he had dropped me off at home. I LIKED the guy. He was funny without being corny, intelligent and sarcastic - a form of humor I love yet find difficult to write about, well informed about local and current events, and an INTENSE Steelers fan, something my dad would have appreciated more than me. He dressed well without being “metro”, worked for his dad’s construction firm as a Site Manager (whatever that is), and lived in the basement apartment of his parent’s mansion which was in an executive development as part of an industrial park south of the city.