Chapter 2

"Oh, since I've already started I won't repeat any of this except to tell you the subject is an old friend of mine named Sullivan. Everyone called him Sully. Sammy knew him too, but only casually. But, me and Sammy here were talking about the old days and we got to discussing Sully. You see Sully marched to a different drummer than most of us. Besides, since we were close friends he told me a lot and... umm, well, Sully liked to brag about his... sex life."

Velvet's hold on my knee tightened perceptively and I saw the future and it was looking good.

"Hey, James, ya gonna tell her 'bout your eye?"

"Yes, Sammy I will. Err, Velvet, the first part of this story was about me. See I played some professional baseball..."

"Ohhhh, I just knew you were an athlete," she said sexily. The way she said it made me think about gymnastics for some reason.

"Well, yes, but I got hurt... err, hit in the eye and was in the hospital. Well it ended my career. And to answer Sammy's question, all that activity had loosened the retina."

"Activity?"

"Hmmm, the short version is I screwed a nurse and did more damage to my eye. It required an operation. That turned out to be good, 'cause it needed to be done and had I not had it, they might have released me and I'd have done something foolish like getting laid, and ended up losing the sight in that eye."

"You poor thing," she purred, and slowly crossed her legs providing me with an exceptional view of her stocking tops.

"Mmmm, "I purred back. "Anyone told you how beautifully perceptive you are?"

Sammy was getting antsy and probably resented my taking up with Velvet, but how could he say anything, meeting a woman was the very reason he'd stopped by in the first place.

He tapped me on the arm. "So you and Sully met and?" He asked, his voice tight.

I ignored him, reaching instead for my lighter, which I held in my surprisingly steady hand as I lit her cigarette and Velvet filled her lungs with smoke, then exhaled through a very Roman nose. By the way, her lungs were not remarkable, just small, pear-shaped protrusions that seemed perfect on her small hard body. If Velvet made it to five-feet in height I was Wilt Chamberlain, but her face was stunning in its beauty and that's all I cared about at the moment.

"Anyway this thing about Sully, it gets kinda naughty nasty. You don't mind that, do you Velvet?'

"Umm, I think I like naughty nasty," she purred and lasciviously licked her lips.

Very sexy, I thought, and began planning how to dump Sammy and inveigle an invitation to Velvet's pad.

"Right," I said, getting back on track. "Well maybe four months after I got out of the hospital, I think it was September and of course I was still on the disabled list of the Red Wings..."

Velvet's knee brushed against mine, I glanced down and noted her dress had ridden up considerably, her legs were slightly parted, not very lady-like, but extremely enticing.

"Redwings?" She purred, increasing the contact. My left hand dropped down and lightly squeezed her knee. Lovely feel to it, I thought, a very lovely feel, of course my mind was racing much further ahead.

Concentrating hard, I continued. "Sorry, that's the name of the baseball team I was playing for when I got hurt."

"Oh," she smiled and I could swear her eyes actually laughed at me. "Go on, I won't interrupt anymore."

"So I ran into Sully as I was coming out of a shoe store at the mall. He was glad to see me and made a big fuss over my eye. I made it a point to thank him for his advice and had to remind him of our conversation about Mandy, who I was still dating.

He laughed and slapped me on the back, "Told ya Sully knows." He paused and gave me a serious look. This was not the usual overly confident Sully I knew.

"I met this girl, her name is Shelly."

"Do tell," I said. This was a first; he'd never dropped a girl's name quite like this before. It was always something along the lines of describing the pickup, the seduction (in great detail) and any humorous anticdote resulting from their relationship. So it sounded serious.

"Yeah," he glanced down at his feet, pawed the ground like a bull getting ready to charge. "Thing is, we're serious. Met my folks and all that shit, ya know?"

This was serious.

I shook his hand. "Do I get to meet her too? 'Cause this is great news Sully."

"Umm, yeah, thanks. Meeting you like this is good."

"Always good to see you too," I said, just marking time in the conversation.

"Gonna get married in four months," he said as softly as I ever heard him say anything.

"Well, hell! Congratulations! When do I get to meet this lucky girl?"

"Would you... I mean I know it's last minute and all... but would you be my best man?"

"Yeah, sure." I said immediately. "It would be an honor. When, where and whatever details do I need?"

Sully smiled, and relaxed obviously relived at my acceptance. We wandered into a bar and had a couple beers and all the while Sully seemed to be somewhere else.

"Hey! Sully!" I called out and nudged him. He looked at me, but was silent for a moment. Then he seemed to make up his mind and looked me right in the eye and said, "I want you to do me a favor."

"I just did, I'm your best man remember?"

"No, not that. This is something else. I... think you'll like it... I mean I don't think you're gonna say no, but it's an unusual favor."

"So... ?"

"It's about Shelly. I mean, you don't know anything about her and all..."

"Like I said, so?"

"Let's get another beer first huh?"

Actually, we had two more beers before he broke the silence.

"We've known each other forever, right?"

"Forever, yeah."

"What I'm gonna ask... whether you say yes or no... it stays between us, right? I mean, you ain't gonna blab this around after you have a couple beers some night, okay?"

"Our secret Sully, now what the fuck is it?

He exhaled, then took a deep breath, "Okay, Shelly's birthday is coming up, next Saturday. I mean this Saturday." He was as nervous as I'd ever seen him.

"We been talking, ya know? About life and the future."

"Sully, get to the fucking point!"

He swallowed his beer and motioned for another. After the bartender wiped the foam from the top of his glass he managed to get it out.

"We've talked about fantasies. Sexual fantasies, ya know?" I nodded. He had my complete attention.

"Shelly... she told me hers..."

"Yeah?"

"She, err, fantasizes having two guys sticking to her at the same time."

"You mean one up her ass and one in her snatch?"

"Umm, I'm not sure about that, but for sure sucking one cock while getting poked by the other."

I smiled at him and he wiped his brow.

I couldn't believe my luck. I knew Sully and he was serious.

"You can count on me, Sully."

I had a raging hardon already.

"Are you sure she's for this?"

He gave me that confident smile of his and I knew it was.

Later that night I boffed my Mandy four times before she begged off, claiming she was "sore down there." I wound up whacking off once on my own just to cool down.

"Oh, I'm sorry Velvet, is this offensive to you?"

"No," she quickly responded, "not at all. In fact," she said, covering my hand on her knee, "I find it quite stimulating."

My hand promptly made a six-yard gain along her thigh, and her hand was with me every inch of the way. Sammy of course, observed this activity and actually shifted position to serve as a protective screen from any other interested observers.

"Sammy, can you hear me okay? I don't wanna shout, ya follow me?"

"My hearing is fine," he said and finished his drink and ordered another round for the three of us.

"I've got the next round fellows," Velvet said.

"My eyesight's pretty good too," Sammy added somewhat resentfully.

"Love and war, Sammy." I grinned at him.

"Sammy," Velvet said diplomatically, " I think you're cute. Do you have a lot of girlfriends?"

"A few," he said. Then nodded emphatically. "I have my fair share," but his sullen expression betrayed him to both of us.

I resumed the story before any bickering started amongst us.

"Anyway, Sully once again swore me to secrecy. He needn't have, I never made it a practice to talk about my sex life, except in oblique terms. Too many people could be hurt by a careless name being dropped in the wrong place. Only reason I'm talking now is Sully has been gone from these parts for over twenty years and I don't think many people remember him."

"Come on with the story, eh?"

Okay, okay. So Saturday evening finally arrived. I made sure I was freshly showered and shaved when I rang the doorbell, a bouquet of roses on my arm. My heart was pounding, I could hear my pulse was racing in my ears; my other hand was shielding an erection when Shelly opened the door.

"James?"

"In person," I was looking at a strikingly beautiful face. "I'm glad to make your acquaintance Shelly."

"My, so formal," she said with a smile and I knew she was teasing.

Extending the flowers, I blurted out, "For you. Happy Birthday!"

"Oh, you shouldn't have," she said in a warm pleasant tone, and hugged me tight, managing to protect the roses at the same time. I felt my boner pressing against her thigh. I recall blushing in embarrassment at the contact, which was brief. I caught her glancing down and checking me out.

"I've been dying to meet you. Jack has told me so much about you. It seems we've known each other forever," she said leading me into the apartment.

I took Shelly in. She was dressed in a dark blue blouse buttoned to her chin and as she turned to place the roses in a vase, I noted her flatchested profile. I was stunned. Shelly had no tits at all!

But a second later, found myself admiring her tight, mini-skirted ass. It was a classic ass, jutting out defiantly, with fabulous legs to go along with it. Her blonde hair was kind of piled up on her head and held in place with some type comb and the style suited her very well. Shelly's complexion was cover girl smooth. She was a truly beautiful girl.

She showed me around the apartment. It was tiny, with a living room that barely fit a couch, chair, and TV, a kitchen where two people couldn't work at the same time, and a dining room with four chairs and little more than a card table for eating.

But it had a definite feminine flavor and I found it appealing.

She led the way into the living room, Jack _ I mean Sully _ had just entered the room. He smelled of lavender.

"Hey James, great to see ya," he said thumping me on the back. "Have a seat," he gestured toward the couch. "Wanna brew?"

"Sure."

"James brought me roses, Jack."

He appeared not to hear her as he rummaged in the refrigerator.

"Let's see," he said, "we got Bud, Foster's and Molson Ale."

"Foster's is fine," I replied, settling down into the soft cushions. Turning back to Shelly I said, "This is a lovely apartment you have here."

"Thank you," she said, obviously pleased. She sat down next to me, her mini-skirt rode up and I got a glimpse of her upper thigh. Sully handed me my beer and gave Shelly a Rum and Coke, then went back for his beer before joining Shelly and me on the couch.

I drank deeply, and waited. Silence. We were all nervous about why I was there and it showed.

"So how did you guy's meet?" I asked breaking the silence.

Shelly jumped at the opportunity. "I was a waitress in this coffee shop in Philly, when this loud, boorish drunk wandered in." She tittered at this. I smiled. It was easy to picture the scene.

"Oh, come on Shelly, I wasn't boorish," Sully said defensively, but he was loosening up and took a swig of his beer.

We all laughed at his discomfort.

"Well, you were drunk, and you embarrassed me."

"True enough," he said, obviously pleased with this description.

She turned to me, "I should tell you that he came by the next afternoon just as I was starting my shift and apologized."

"I was smitten," Sully said. He was serious.

"Smitten?" I drained the beer and Sully took it from me and went for a refill.

"The following afternoon we had our first date," she said looking fondly after him.

"It took me three dates before I got her pants down," he blurted out, as he handed me the beer.