Chapter 2: Wendy Arrives

As I got dressed for work, I thought about nothing else but seeing Wendy lying there, buck naked. She had the sultriest, hot-looking body I had ever seen. Of all the books, magazines, and go-go girls I had ever seen, Wendy evoked the most visceral reaction in me.

She had not seemed to mind me looking at her, not at all! Most women would have squealed or screamed and hidden themselves. Wendy had semi-languidly covered her glorious body. That confused me to no end. She had not even pretended she was modest.

I had a shift in an hour. As an ex-military, I consistently showed up early to ensure I got a good turnover. If you showed up exactly on time, you got a very cursory one minute of turnover. That would be as low in quality as it was in quantity.

I was serious about my job. The military had taught me turnovers were important. Our company was large, and it had a hierarchy where I could advance up the chain. Starting my evening not knowing how things have been going is not practical. It is also not recommended.

I told Wendy I wished I could be there when Bob got home. I was still worried about how he would react. I didn’t say it, but Bob could go from 0 to 100 in a split second. He could be really hot-tempered. I expected him to make a complete ass of himself. I wish I were there to tone him down.

She returned from her room just as I was getting ready to leave. Oh boy. She had changed into tight short shorts and a tube top. Well, she would get Bob’s undivided attention, if nothing else. The arguing may be postponed until tomorrow.

If Bob doesn’t come home and fuck her on sight, he isn’t a man.

It would be almost impossible for anyone to get angry with her dressed that way. Bob could begin to erupt, but his pecker would immediately take control of his tiny little brain.

I left for work in my VW Bug. I also have a motorcycle now, but you never know when it might rain in Florida. The weatherman has no idea, that’s for sure.

I worked at a large mall. It has six anchor stores and innumerable smaller ones. We had two men on a shift 24/7. We had a little Datsun pickup that we rode around in, complete with a cute blue twirly light on top. We also walked the inside hallways once every hour. After hours, every door inside and outside was checked. We were always together except for bathroom breaks.

Chuck, the other guard, and I were responsible for locking up the mall at 9 pm. We stayed until 8 a.m.

The day shift then opened the semi-hidden mall delivery doors at 8 am for employees. They opened the mall to foot traffic just before 9 am.

I liked the job and enjoyed helping and talking to people. The guard I was usually with, Chuck, was older, and he tended to act fatherly toward me. I learned a lot about people and women, in particular from him.

I mentioned to Chuck about Wendy’s surprise arrival at my place. I told him her feminine attributes and blonde beauty would complicate things for Bob and me.

Chuck put it into perspective for me.

“Bill, “Wendy, and Bob had never really met. Wendy is looking for a husband. Period! She is a woman on the hunt. Any husband will do for her. She feels like her baby-making clock is ticking away.”

“It’s how farm girls are brought up. Country girls often feel they are getting old if they are not married right after high school. She is hot to trot to feels driven to build her nest. Put it in the perspective of a young woman driven to find a man. She needs to have her children while she’s still young enough.”

I said, “I know Wendy has passed over the men in her hometown. They smelled and were unpolished, according to her. I may be as good a choice as Bob. Wendy and Bob might not really know each other. I owned the house, and Bob had started putting a lot of weight on after leaving the Army. I still go to a gym most days.”

( Well, that threw a fox into the hen-house. )

“Bill, from her point of view, if Bob is even slightly an asshole towards her, she will likely stick her claws into you. She was purposely displaying herself to you. (I had wondered.) It seems she has shown you the goods a few times. I think she already has her claws in both of you guys. It will be fun to see which she pulls in for the kill. Ha ha.”

Chuck had a lot more experience than I had regarding the mysterious ways of women. I was, at the least, Wendy’s backup plan. If Bob is not attentive, he’ll be out. That’s if he’s even interested in her permanently. He may not treat her the way he wants, but more like a date. He will keep her at arm’s reach.

I spent a lot of the night silent as we did our jobs. I had too much on my mind. Bob had been a good friend for a couple of years now. Unfortunately, I was enamored with Wendy. Honestly, I had so little experience that I didn’t trust my own mind or Wendy’s. I questioned my motives and my loyalty to Bob. If push came to shove, I was growing weary of Bob’s asinine behavior and foul moods and temper. I also hated cleaning up the house from the slob.

So, I knew Bob would not hesitate in the same situation to cuckold me. Bob’s a good guy, but to him, pussy is pussy. It’s all about Bob. You had to accept him as he is.

He didn’t hesitate to snag your last beer, even if it was an expensive beer you had bought for yourself. We had argued several times over his habit of eating my food and his sporadic buying of things for himself. He also purposely bought food I would never eat. Meanwhile, he would steal my goodies all the time.

Do I really owe him anything? Hell no! I hoped they had a big fight and she would continue to seduce me. The fallout would be immense. Bob was the only good friend I had in this area. If you call him good.

If he left, that would simplify everything.

I got home, and they were having coffee. I was tired, but I needed to find out how things went. I could tell by Bob’s smile she had fucked the living shit out of him.

Oh well, there went that idea. I said my good nights, or my good mornings in this case, and headed off to bed.

My bedroom is very dark. I have two sets of drapes that cut off all light. The only light in my bedroom is from under the door. One is the door to the hall, and the other is my door from the master bedroom into the house’s only bathroom. I needed to brush my teeth and take one last leak.

I was standing there peeing when the door opened, and Wendy stepped in.

She said, “Oh, sorry. Don’t you guys ever lock the doors?” She looked down as she waited for me to answer. I saw the look in her eyes. I had seen Bob’s dick. He was probably average. I was an XXL. Her eyes opened wide, and she backed out and shut the door slowly, looking all the way.

She mumbled, “Sorry.”

Bullshit.

I never answered her and went back to sleep. As I drifted off, I thought, “My house, my rules.” When doors are closed, someone wants privacy; you should always knock.

Bob works Monday through Friday from 9 to 7 or later. He works as an installer at a muffler shop. I usually work the 7-to-7 nighttime shift on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. New guys usually get the weekends.

I came out of my bedroom around 3:30. Her eyes ate me up. I had a pair of shorts on because she was here. I was also wearing a T-shirt and sandals. Men’s shorts in the ‘70s in Florida were obscenely short. When wearing shorts, I had to wear tighty-whities to keep my parts in. Usually, at home, I wear boxers. It’s so much more relaxed and cooler.

Wendy had a different pair of short shorts on. They were so tight that her pussy was outlined when she sat in some positions. She’s sitting in one of those positions now.

She had on a knit top that did a cross-over thing. It crossed over one tit, went around her back, and crossed over the other, and was tied low in the back.

She said, “If you take me grocery shopping, I will make you guys a nice dinner tonight.”

I said, “That sounds great. Are you ready to go?”

“Yes.”

I thought about her shorts. Could she have pulled them tighter into her cooch? Was this another version of her “displaying” herself to me?

As we shopped, it became clear she was showing herself to me on purpose. It did make it hard for me to walk around. Any time she leaned over, it seemed I could ‘accidentally’ see almost all of one big tit, or the other.

My two heads were in a constant argument. The little one said, “Would you look at that neckline?” The big head said, “Stop that now. I am embarrassed by your behavior.” The argument went back and forth between both heads until I got all the groceries in.

Bob would have to start seriously kicking in some money. I didn’t plan to keep buying food all the time. Particularly if I am buying it for all three of us and he’s getting the pussy.