Watch With Mother

Watch With Mother

Who was Mary? No one special. At least not in the romantic sense. She was just one of the group I hung out with. A few lads and girls I'd known for years. We lived in the same area. We had grown up together and mostly attended the same schools. We were mates. That's all. And now we were eighteen, we worked at the same call centre.

We were that year's intake. They recruited every year and no end of our school leavers had passed through the innocuous-looking building on the industrial estate. Most moved on within a year.

We would be no different. It was a convenient start. None of us saw it as long-term. Just easy employment until we found better things. For me, I intended a job in retail. One of the big supermarkets that offered development. Hard work and aptitude coupled with my education could get me to a senior role quickly. Stir manager by the time I was thirty. But that was in my future.

Back to Mary. She was pretty enough. She'd make someone a wonderful girlfriend. It just wasn't a thing in my sights. I suppose it was familiarity. We'd known one another for so long we had become more like brother and sister. Of all our group, she was the one I'd known the longest. Since we were toddlers. Our mothers were friends. Not close, but they chatted.

That Friday was no different to any others. We finished at one and headed to the local pub for our weekly afternoon drink.

"Thank god that's over for another week." Harry groaned.

"So sick of whinging customers."

"My round," Wes called out.

We crowded around one table in the corner, some of us being just a little too lairy.

Mary was squeezed in next to me. I caught a flash of her big eyes and sultry smirk when my hand accidentally brushed over her leg. She didn't care enough to even pull her skirt down. It was only a momentary thing to me I hadn't meant to do. Forgotten in an instant.

"Sorry."

Tom was pissing around with beer mats, building them like cards until Jane blew them down. More shouts and pushing. Yeah. We were still like schoolchildren even as we were on the cusp of adulthood. Probably to the annoyance of the other customers.

Kathy was all over Darryl. That was new. I wondered if he was shagging her. It'd be the first match-up amongst us if they were. None of us had ever seen one another as more than friends. I think we still had that school-time mentality and saw our sexual interests as lying outside our circle. It never went further than a bit of banter. But Kathy and Darryl? It looked like a possibility by the way they kept looking at each other.

"Right. We should get going. It's four o'clock." Someone said after our third drink.

I tipped my glass back and emptied its contents with satisfaction only a cool lager can bring.

"Going my way?" Mary asked.

She looked kinda hot standing there with her big blue eyes staring straight at me. The ruffled skirt was shorter than I realised."

"Unless I've moved and no one told me."

"Then you're still going my way. You just won't get in when you get there."

She laughed at me before grabbing my arm.

"Then I'll have to make up the spare room for you.

Come on. You can protect me from ... rampaging zombies or whatever.

And stop looking at my legs."

Rumbled.

The others made some comment about us leaving together, insinuating we were sneaking off for a quickie. No one really believed we were. It was just banter. I did notice Kathy and Darryl were kind of reticent to join in. More evidence there was something between them they weren't keen to draw attention to. And they left together, heading towards his home. Kathy lived in the opposite direction.

I walked with Mary, chatting shit about tv shows. I went right by her house to get to mine. I'd been inside many times. Especially when we'd been children. Her mum and dad were pleasant. Normal people like my own. Mum didn't work. Dad did something in a local bank. I had no idea what, but it paid well enough for a new BMW every two years. He had a Series 3 currently. I wanted one when I could afford it. Insurance costs made that a dream that remained as far in the future as driving had been when I was six.

I saw a discarded can and my thoughts went elsewhere. I kicked it, sending it sailing up the street with a clatter.

"And he scores."

"Ha. You haven't scored for months."

"How would you know?"

I turned, walking backwards a few paces as I let my eyes drift to her legs again. Nice. And wide hips.

"I can tell. It's female intuition."

"So Mrs Sherlock. What do you reckon to Kathy and Darryl? Are they at it?"

"Oh definitely."

"You think?"

"She stayed at his house Saturday night and they were pretty drunk. So what do you think?"

"Yeah. I reckon they are. Kathy's his type. Big tits."

"Overrated."

I grinned. I guess they were when you were small like Mary. Nothing wrong with that though.

"I'm saying nothing."

"You'd better not. Or I'll tell everyone your balls haven't dropped."

"Fuck off.

Good luck to them, I say.

I'd do her."

"Would you now?"

We turned the corner and her house came into view. It was much like mine. A fairly modern estate detached home. Mine was just a little further on, the other side of the cut-through.

"Are you coming out tomorrow night?" I asked changing the subject.

"A few of us are planning on going to the Moonlight Club. A few drinks. A few girls."

Mary feigned shock.

"Girls? I'm not into girls."

"I think they let boys in as well. Strangely, I don't notice them. But I won't tell if you get off with one."

She shrugged.

"Don't know. Probably. If Jane's going I will. I'll message her later."

"Come along. Jane's invited as well. I'm sure she'll be there. It'll be a laugh."

I stopped at the end of her drive as she hesitated.

"Come in for a cuppa. Mum would love to see you."

I looked up the road. It was just like mine. A mid-eighties estate of red brick houses. My dinner would be on the table soon.

"I should get home," I said sweetly.

"Oh don't be silly. Five minutes won't hurt."

I was tempted. What else would I do this evening? Play on the Xbox? That was becoming boring.

"Alright then."

It'd been a while since I'd seen inside her home. Nothing much had changed. It was as homely as ever. And her mum was still a hottie. I remember her being an early crush. Many a night I had gone to sleep imagining running off with the older woman. She'd always worn tight jeans or skirts with blouses that were never buttoned above the cleavage. I'd spent puberty trying to peer down at her tits whenever I came to the house.

Mrs Washington greeted me like an old friend.

"Hi, Sean.

How's your mother?"

"Good. Thanks."

Yep, she still had the same hot smile that always held a promise of naughtiness to my teenage self. And her cleavage was still on display. Advantage to me. I was a little taller now.

"Go through into the back room. The sun's on it and it's lovely and warm. Do you want a tea? Or coffee?

Or I might be able to find a beer in the back of the fridge?"

I pulled a face, weighing up the options.

"Tempting. But we've just come from the pub. Best I stick with coffee."

"I'll have one as well please." Mary piped up.

She grabbed my hand, pulling me away from my returning fantasies about her mum.

"Come on. Let's go sit in the other room."

I followed her through to what was a second, smaller living room. A sofa, an upright winged-backed chair and a solid-looking wooden coffee table were about all that was in there. Oh, and there was an old Hifi stack in the corner with a rack of CDs on the wall above it, no doubt long since banished from the main room with the advent of streaming.

It wasn't a big room. More what you'd call cosy. Sliding doors dominated the far wall from side to side. Two full panes of glass that the last of the afternoon sun blazed through with its heat intensified.

"I remember when we used to play in here." I reminisced as I looked around.

"Just used to be the sofa and a big rug. Remember how we used to sit there with your big box of Lego?"

"I remember a game of you show me yours and I'll show you mine. You chickened out."

"Ha. I'd forgotten about that. Wanna play now?"

Just a joke, but it was strange how Mary ignored me and changed the subject quickly.

"Mum uses it in the evenings when Dad watches football now. She reads a lot and listens to music."

"It's a nice retreat. Wish we had a room like this. Better than being cooped up in my bedroom. I need a place of my own as soon as I get a proper job."

I looked around again. Places always seem so much smaller when you're an adult. I glanced over her mum's music collection spotting one particular album. Quite old now.

"I had a copy of that," I said pulling it forward just enough to see the cover.

"I took it to school in First Year to prove I had it because ... it was a little explicit, and I shouldn't have had it. Jake Coleridge stole it."

Mary giggled.

"I have a confession to make. It wasn't Jake who stole your album."

It was me."

"You stole it?"

"I was twelve and Dad wouldn't let me have a copy because the lyrics were rude.

That's actually it. Your copy."

"And you let me blame Jake all these years? He's paranoid every time someone mentions that group.

Mary gave a coy sway and tried to look innocent.

"Do you forgive me?

I love you really."

"Nope. Too late. You're a hardened criminal in my mind. Off with your head."

I chose the chair to sit in as Mary's mum brought us coffee.

"Oh, Sean. That's a bit extreme."

"I was joking Mrs Washington. It was years ago. We were just kids."

"Even so. I do agree Mary deserves punishment.

Mary?"

She stood with her hands behind her back still swaying her hips while trying to look coy. Her eyes were directly on me.

"Oh yes. I should pay a penance."

I laughed.

"Don't be silly. But you can buy the first round of drinks tomorrow night. Then we'll call it quits."

Ever get that feeling that everyone is suddenly on a different wavelength to you? A moment where you are still laughing at the joke but everyone else has suddenly become a little more serious. I had a sense of that now.

Mrs Washington spoke again.

"Oh. I think it requires something a little more stern than that. Put her over your knee and give her a good spanking."

I laughed nervously.

"He wouldn't dare," Mary said.

I heard a challenge at that.

"Wouldn't I?"

I snatched her wrist and pulled her closer. She was giggling but didn't put up a fight. She twisted against my grip and protested, but it was all play. I was about to laugh again and let go when Mary lay across my lap. A purposeful move I hadn't expected.

"Oh no. Please. Don't spank me too hard, sir."

I saw her mother watching intently, a smile playing on her lips. I did what was expected. At least what I assumed was expected. I gently smacked her bottom, thinking that would be it and she'd get up.

"Oh, Sean. What do you call that?"

Mrs Washington rolled her eyes at me as if annoyed.

"Smack her hard. It's supposed to be a punishment."

Mary's silence shocked me and I started to realise this was meant to go further than I'd assumed.

My next smack was hard. An open palm straight onto her buttock. She jolted.

"Uh."

Mary still didn't move from me and her moan wasn't one of pain. She was waiting for more. And her mother was watching just as expectantly. I did it again still expecting things to end quickly with us all laughing. Instead, her mother became more serious.

"Lift her skirt. It's so much more effective on a bare buttock."

Mary still wasn't objecting and I was feeling a change in my body. An arousal I hadn't anticipated. I lifted her skirt, placing it over the small of her back. I still expected to be told I'd gone too far. Her mum said nothing and Mary seemed to purr.

It was beautiful. A rounded peach of smooth skin with a red thong pulled tight into her crack. It only just covered her private places and left little to the imagination. It was an amazing arse worthy of any Sports Illustrated photo.

I saw her thighs. Smooth and creamy. The result in me was as expected. My cock grew under her. A beast awoken from its slumber that I couldn't reign in. She couldn't have mistaken it pushing into her belly.

I slapped her again. This time I didn't hold back. It was uninhibited. A loud smack that echoed.

"Huh."

And again.

"Urh."

Her cheeks were lovely and firm, but with just enough elasticity to give a delightful ripple on impact. It was mesmerising to watch and then to see the reddening of her pale flesh.

My cock hurt in my trousers, crushed down uncomfortably by her weight. But she wasn't moving.

"Very naughty girls should have their pants pulled down."

My eyes flicked up to Mrs Washington. She'd made an unbelievable statement but I saw no disquiet in her expression. If anything, it was bland. Just an alertness to be sure she missed nothing.

Mary wriggled as if to capture my attention, in case I'd forgotten her. My fingers were shaking as I took hold of her underwear at the hips and tugged. I did it slowly, still expecting Mary to scream and bring the game to an end before her remaining dignity was shot.

I let them slide to her knees and stared at her tiny butt hole and her pussy where it protruded from between her thighs. It was already damp. I could see it as a thin line of dew just coating small crinkled lips. Darker flesh, delicate and exciting. I could smell her too. That unmistakable scent of female sex. I breathed it in, not quite believing I was looking at the naked pussy of a friend I'd never once looked at sexually with any seriousness.

I slapped her again sensing how aroused she was. Then again, feeling my heat rising. My cock was rigid, hurting in its confinement.

"Uh."

Mary's skin reddened with each open-handed smack. She just purred and moaned with more and more delight. For a minute or two, I was lost in the moment. I was mesmerised by her beautiful arse and the effect I was having on her. I continued the punishment before becoming conscious of how intently I was being watched. And of Mary being exposed not only to me.

Mrs Washington remained stoic. Her eyes firmly fixed on the punishment of her daughter without a hint of objection.

I alternated my smacks with a caring caress of her bum to ease the sting. Each time my fingers moved closer to the holy grail sitting so serenely at its base.

"Huh."

The situation was surreal. Crazy and unimaginable, but I was in the hold of my hormones. A deliberate slide toward an inevitable conclusion if nothing changed to calm the fire burning in my groin.

My fear was gone when I finally brushed over that wondrous mound. So soft. So warm. And so fucking wet.

"Uhh."

Mary purred in a way I'd never heard from her before.

I landed a few more snacks across the tops of her thighs. It was an excuse to spread my caresses. I stroked her legs, moving up their backs to press on her pussy again. Then to the insides. The sweetest of meat. The most sensitive and ticklish. Mary quivered. This time I gave her pussy more detailed attention, running my finger along her slit, parting her to soak my digit in her nectar.

"Mmmm."

Mary sounded like someone in blissful ecstasy. It wasn't even me that pushed my fingers into her. It was her jolt backwards that penetrated her hole. I didn't withdraw though. I rubbed around her entrance, easing deeper into her wet, heated flesh. She was nicely tight. I could feel her muscles clamping, sucking my finger into her. For a moment I was mesmerised. Such a beautiful, sweet pussy. Warm and silky slick on my fingers. The aroma was stronger. Intoxicating.

"Uhh."

I remembered Mrs Washington and looked up. I was in disbelief that she was watching me arouse her daughter. Watching me finger her most private of places without a hint of embarrassment.

Mrs Washington's eyes lifted to mine and she smiled.

"It feels good doesn't it?"

"Incredible," I murmured.

I felt sure it was for Mary as well. She was writhing over my lap, rolling her hips to ride my fingers by this point.

"You should teach her a lesson she'll never forget now."

I stared, grappling with my thoughts as to what else I was supposed to do. I knew what I wanted to do, but was that what they intended? Mary's mother just looked to her side and spoke again in those calm tones.

"The table looks about the right height."

She moved the coffee cups to a window sill as I processed the reality that she wasn't joking.

"Bend her over it."

Mary was already moving as I guided her up. She knew where she was going and I knew what I needed to do. What I wanted to do. That her mother was directing it only heightened my excitement.

Mary pushed her skirt down with a wiggle and stepped out of it before happily kneeling to bend over the wooden table to present her arse for me.

I saw her legs fully from this fresh angle. Smooth, taut muscles. Womanly as they rose to that arse. It was so gorgeous and inviting. Her tiny red thong just seemed to frame her cheeks so perfectly.

I was on autopilot. Pushing my trousers and boxers down, pulling them from my feet before returning to that beautiful posterior with fresh intent.

Mrs Washington had moved along the sofa for a better view, silently and smoothly. She could see my cock and its intended target clearly. She would see my arse and my balls swinging when I did this. But I was oblivious to my unexpected audience, wanting only to do what all young men want to do when blatantly offered a sleek young pussy.

I didn't care I was being watched. Or even the inexplicable nature of my audience. I was eighteen. All I wanted to do was fuck.

I didn't hesitate as I guided my meat into her warm, comforting place. Somewhere I'd never dreamed of planting my cock.

"Uhh."

"Oh, Christ. That's nice." I muttered.

I sunk into her with the relief of a tired man sliding into a warm bed. My hands were feeling her up, gliding over her hips, around her thighs. Firm, youthful flesh, eager to have my touch. I held her and started rocking my hips, driving my cock in and out of her hole. It felt amazing.

"Uhh."

Mary groaned with delight, arching her back to press her arse out. I was deeper inside her, my balls slapping at the tops of those soft thighs. I pushed her top higher, sliding my hands over her spine.

"Huh."

Mrs Washington was watching with a growing intensity. She spoke firmly.

"Harder. Fuck her harder."

I took the instructions to heart, banging Mary's pussy with all my might as I grunted my exertion.

"Uh. Uh. Uhh."

It felt incredible.

For Mary, it was the same. She stretched over the table with her stomach and chest flat against it. Her fingers wrapped around the top edge and gripped the wood.

"Aw. Fuck."

I banged her harder, driven by instinct and encouraged by the sweet groans she let loose.

"Uhh. Uh."

"That's it. Fill her sweet little pussy."

Mrs Washington encouraged in a sultry voice.

"Fuck her so hard."

She sounded enthralled.

I was rocking my hips with abandonment, only wanting to enjoy the amazing feeling in my cock of fucking this tight little pussy.

"Harder. Slide your big cock right in there.

Make her cum. Fill her with your spunk."

Mary had become a ride from heaven. I pounded her, forcing her breaths with each thrust.

"Uhh. Uh.

Fuck.

Uh."

She was so warm and wet on my crown. A phenomenal feeling that just made me want to be deeper than was humanly possible.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

Mary had her face turned, flat on the table. I could see her red cheeks and closed eyes. Her open mouth gasping for air. She was a girl in ecstasy. A girl lost to her joy.

"Fuck."

I was driven to do her harder, watching the tremble on her parted lips. Pleasure given to her by me.

"Harder." Mrs Washington urged in a hushed breath.

My thighs ached with the power of my desperate thrusts. I could feel myself throbbing. I had an irresistible urge to rock my hips, to pump her hole until my crown exploded.

"Urhh."

I gave it my all. I felt her tremble. Then jolt. Her body responded to me with spasming muscles that jolted her from head to toe.

"Oh, god."

Mary cried out. I looked at her mum. She was leaning forward. Staring. Fixated. My cock jerked, threatening my rhythm as I lost control inside the squirming body beneath me.

"Urhh."

Mary came with an intensity. Such a strong contraction squeezing my meat. I expected to blow my load. I thought it might exit through her mouth and nose when I did. I was close. And it was going to be big.

"Fuck."

Mary didn't wait for her orgasm to subside, or for me to finish. She wanted more and wanted me unspent.

Mary righted herself to slide my cock from her. She turned and crouched to take my cock between her lips. Momentary disappointment became an even more intense need to cum.

"Oh fuck."

One warm space was exchanged for another. My cock didn't care. It ached for the sensations. Now it had new ones. A tongue swirling around my crown, pressing it up to the roof of her mouth as her head bobbed rhythmically.

"Uhh.

Fuck."

Fingers clawed at my buttocks. Then they were on my balls, pressing, rolling them. Giving them gentle tugs. An expertly delivered tease that took me to the edge. I wanted to cum. I want to fill her mouth and have my moment of relief.

"Oh fuck."

"Is it nice? Is it nice to have Mary suck your cock?"

I met Mrs Washington's stare before her eyes dipped to the action again.

"Oh fuck, yeah."

Mary got the urgent jolt in my hips and the rising throb in my cock and stopped. I could have cursed her as I felt cheated. But then came a fresh promise.

Her hands gripped my hips, pulling me to the floor before pushing me down. My cock stood proudly, pointing up. It didn't go unnoticed by Mrs Washington.

"That's a beautiful cock. Nice and straight. And big."

Mary climbed over me and mounted herself on it. She lifted her top away. I saw the narrow waist and flat stomach that accentuated her bum. Then her titties, small things moulded tightly to her chest aside from deeply coloured, pert nipples. They almost flattened with her arms raised. Then as she put her hands to my chest and leaned forward there was a delightful swelling evident. Not big by any measure. They were tiny, but enticingly beautiful. I put my hands to them as she began rocking on my cock. So warm and soft.

I noticed her glance towards her mother before she stared into my eyes. Her mouth hung open and she began to fuck me with greater and greater urgency. Mary rode my cock as if fighting to stay on a bucking stallion. It was intense.

"Fuck."

All I could see was her beautiful face. Big staring eyes. An open mouth feeding ravaged lungs.

"Uhh. Uh. Uh."

She was bouncing over me, sliding up and down my rigid pole. I could feel her little tits moving against my palms. Firm mounds riding over her chest with the tiniest of elasticity.

Again Mary beat me to the finish line, cumming with her rhythm breaking to become more of a desperation to scratch an itch. She squirmed, rocking and twisting her pelvis against my groin.

I prayed she'd let me cum. But no. She stopped and lay flat on me, her arms going around my neck. We rolled. I lifted a leg, pressing it tight against her chest and pummelled her again. I was in control once more and I wanted nothing other than to shoot my load.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

Mary's head was back to open her airways as she gasped to feed an overstimulated body with oxygen. If she'd opened her eyes, she'd have been looking straight into her mother's face where she sat calmly looking down at us.

Amazingly Mary came again.

"Oh. Fuuck."

A squeal of joy that pushed me over the edge. My heart pounded, and her final few slides down my cock brought an intensity to the building anticipation. I felt a hormone rush. An excitement. I felt my juice surging up my shaft like the rolling backdraft of an immense fire. It hurt when it exited. A powerful pump then I was moving in fresh warmth.

"Uhh."

Again my muscles contracted and I let loose another load before a wave of relaxation swept over me. Mary fell away as soon as I was done, her creamy legs waving before my eyes as she rolled onto her back.

We both lay there, aside by side consumed by our sweaty exhaustion. I had no idea about Mary's dating history. I knew she wasn't a virgin. She'd fucked Thomas at the school prom in our last term. Everyone knew that. They'd been in the cloakroom under a big coat to hide what was going on when we'd caught them. A crowd of us cheered when she'd vocally announced her moment before realising she was being watched. I remembered that she hadn't been entirely horrified at being the centre of attention that day either.

And I was no inexperienced youth. I'd had my fair share of girls for an eighteen-year-old. One night stands at parties and once behind a pub. Not one of them had been this energetic. And none had brought their hot mothers to watch the event. That was crazy. Fucking arousing. But nuts.

I was shattered. I felt sleepy. But this wasn't the comfort of my bed or the digs of some obliging student. I was lying on her mother's floor with my trousers off where she was still looking down on us.

As my head settled I started to feel self-conscious. I sat up and began dressing as I became more and more aware that Mrs Washington continued to have an uninterrupted view of my wilting cock. She still hadn't said a word. Instead, she'd remained quiet after the initial coaxing, taking it all in as if watching a show in the West End. I envisaged a round of applause but she just quietly watched my flesh disappearing under my clothes.

Mary was pulling her skirt on as well as she went in search of a hairbrush.

"I look a mess."

I certainly didn't think so.

Mrs Washington smiled warmly when I made nervous eye contact. I expected her to say something. She did.

"Would you like another coffee before you go home? I'm making one for George anyway."

I reddened at the mention of Mary's father, realising he was due home any minute. I couldn't imagine he'd find this situation as entertaining.

"Er ... yeah. Thank you."

I didn't know what else to say. It'd be impolite to refuse no matter how much I wanted to be out of the house before her husband came home.

The next few minutes were surreal. Mary acted as if nothing had happened and Mrs Washington was the dutiful housewife, fetching fresh cups and putting tea into the pot. I wanted to pinch myself to confirm it wasn't a dream.

How she wasn't aroused by what she'd witnessed was beyond me. Perhaps she was. Perhaps she'd rubbed herself silly after I'd left. Or perhaps George had thought it was his birthday that evening. I had no idea.

Mary saw me to the door. I wanted to say something but she beat me to it. More words that made little sense of what had happened.

"It was nice." She started.

Then with the smile of someone letting me down gently.

"It doesn't mean we're dating or anything. It was just ... something that had to be done."

I couldn't say anything to that.

Mary never mentioned that afternoon again. Not once. When I asked her out a few weeks later she politely refused, telling me I was a nice boy but that she didn't want a boyfriend and she was happy that we were friends.

Mrs Washington was equally as devoid of memory. My future visits were as normal as those at any of my other friend's houses. Polite chat, a coffee or beer in the summer. I often looked at Mary's mother, fantasising about how else that day might have panned out. Sometimes I wondered if I should have tried to expand on it by trying my luck with her. A chance to make one of those teenage fantasies a reality.

I held a sweet spot for Mary after that afternoon. Something slightly more than friendship. An unspoken connection between us that we never mentioned but would always be there.

Of course, that was years ago now. Our group had continued to hang out together for a year or two more, but we all eventually saw less and less of one another as life took us in different directions. That included me and Mary as much as any of the others. I found myself in a real relationship and visiting the homes of other girls unaccompanied became strictly off-limits.

Mary married a man from out of town eventually. They had twins. Two boys about a year older than Carla who had come along for me as I settled down. Mary still lives near me on the same estate as her mum and dad. I see them very rarely but when I do we always say hello. And she still looks just as pretty. Just more mature.

Mrs Washington had also aged gracefully. She was in her sixties, but like some Hollywood star, she had held on to her figure and the lines on her face didn't detract from her natural underlying beauty. Nor did it hide the cheeky smile that had not faded at all. Even today I wonder what naughty thoughts it masked.

Mary is in her forties now. We both are. But where I've gained a few pounds and lost some hair, she still has the same slender figure and the same rounded butt. I always glance back when we part remembering how peachy it looked, bare and red after my spanking her. And despite being happily married without a thought of straying, my cock remembered it too, and how comfortable it had been inside her tight, juicy wet pussy. It still seemed like a dream, and still, to this day I have no explanation for what prompted such a crazy event. I only know it was an amazing and very special memory for me.

Oh, and in case you're wondering, Darryl was shagging Kathy. They married four years later and have three children. They're the only one of our old group I still see regularly. My wife and Kathy are great friends and work together in a bakery shop in town. Not far from the big supermarket I manage.