How Did That Happen?

How Did That Happen?

I used to think this kind of story was made up and that this kind of situation never really happened. At least I believed it was never really going to happen to me. I'm not young. I don't have an eight-inch dick and I'm not built like a romance novel cover model. Still, I found myself naked and asking, "How did this happen?" But, I'm getting ahead of myself. It's best to being where the trouble started.

I'm newly divorced and some old friends came by to see my new "bachelor pad" in Hyde Park near the college. These particular friends were Tracey and Carrie, the literal girls-next-door growing up. Tracey is one year older than I and Carrie is five years younger. They have a brother aged in between that I used to hang out with, but I'll only reference him once later, so you can pretty much forget about him. Anyway, we'd kept in touch over the years in the same fashion childhood friends often do. There was a lot of, "We'll get together soon." Then five or ten years would pass and I'd think, "I haven't seen them in a while." Eventually, we just fell into the habit of seeing each other at significant events like graduations, funerals and divorces. Divorce was the event that brought them out this time.

They had just arrived, and I was giving them the Grand Tour of my two-bedroom condo, "Through here is the lovely windowless closet that is my bathroom. But at least I have a new shower head-sprayer-thingy."

"And a glass door," Tracey added. "Tommy built himself porn shower!"

"The shower door came with the place."

"Okay. It's all the better to see you when you demonstrate how to use your new shower head later," she replied.

"You'd be disappointed," I countered and thought they would let the matter drop. Instead, they both just stood there apparently waiting for me to continue. Then Carrie raised one eyebrow--questioning. Then they both let the pressure of silence build up until I relented, "Okay--Zoloft. It's Zoloft. I won't be on it much longer but is has the side effect of decreasing... arousal."

"They have other pills for that," Carrie piped in.

"Yes, they do. And, if you take them with Zoloft, you wind up with a chemical boner and decreased arousal. The combination has the combined effect of keeping the pressure building up until you feel like your eyes are going to pop-out."

"I've never seen a man's eyes pop out," Tracie replied, "Carrie, have you ever seen a Man's eyes pop out?"

"Not yet," Carrie grinned. "But the night is still young."

I rolled my eyes and, with the tour concluded, wandered back toward the kitchen. Tracey walked through and out the back door on to the balcony for a cigarette. Well, actually, Tracey doesn't really walk. She stomps. She brings her whole foot down flat and so hard that I wonder if she is trying to beat the floor into submission. There is nothing subtle about Tracey. I regarded her for a moment and turned to Carrie. "I thought she quit smoking?"

"She mostly did." Carrie smiled, "but, she still has one when she goes out to parties or thinks about naked men."

"You're going to be jerking my chain all night, aren't you?" I asked.

"Some chains need jerking. Don't you think?" Carrie has a way of asking a question and then just waiting for an answer. She doesn't say anything. She'll just stare at you or shift her posture and let the weight of the moment drag on you until the weight of it pulls you down into confession. But, in this case, I had nothing to confess, so I just stared back at the petite-ish middle-aged woman with blonde hair and gray eyes. Not a bad view.

The two of us continued to say nothing while I busied my hands getting the salad ready for dinner. We could hear Tracey talking to my upstairs neighbor through the open window and the automotive bustle sounds of the city beyond. Still, we kept our silence. It was Tracey who broke the silence for us when she announced, loud enough to be sure I heard, "Yeah. Tommy is going to get naked later and show us how he uses his porn shower."

"I am not," I protested. I dropped the veggies and went over to the screen door. Tracey was on the porch with my college aged neighbor, Ami, and girl I hadn't met yet. "I am not naked. Tracey and Carrie just came over to welcome me back to being single, but Tracey can't do anything without pushing people's buttons."

"It's like being in college," Tracey explained. "Welcoming and hazing are really just synonyms."

"There you have it. I'm being hazed back into single life and making eggplant parmesan, if either of you are interested."

"Interested in the eggplant? Or, interested in the hazing?" the new girl asked.

"Ooooooo! You're direct," Carrie said and broke into a lascivious smile. "We're gonna be friends. I'm Carrie, this is my sister Tracey, and the soon-to-be-naked person is Tommy."

Ami took up the introductions for herself and her friend, "I'm Ami and this is my friend, Aiko. She's just visiting while I'm on break."

"So, you're in college then." Tracey was just not letting up. "Would you please tell Tommy that, in your collegiate experience, hazing and welcoming are kind of synonymous?"

"I'll be a Senior this year. And college kids do really think of hazing and welcoming as being synonyms," Ami continued.

"It makes me kind of glad I graduated." Aiko threw her amrs up into the air and announced, "Bachelors in Psychology! Not that I was ever hazed naked, while getting my degree"

"I don't know why Tommy is worried about being naked," I heard Carrie say from behind me. I turned around toward her and she continued with a smile, "After all, you saw me naked once. Fair is fair."

I was aghast. "It wasn't by my choice," I argued. "And, you were all of eight-years-old."

Aiko's eyes just got wide and she asked, "How did that happen?"

Tracey replied, "My parents were both working, so we all had chores. One of mine was to make sure Carrie had a bath. Like all kids, we messed around all day and were running out of time, so I had to be upstairs in the bathroom with Carrie, while my brother, Tommy and two of my friends were downstairs playing cards. And, I guess I was a little resentful about it. Anyway, we were talking about kids in her class, and I asked if she thought and of them were cute. She said she thought Tommy was cute."

Carrie picked us the story without missing a beat. "I was just trying to annoy her and I could tell that it was working when her face changed, so I said, 'he's gonna be my boyfriend.' Next thing I knew, Tracey pulled me out of the tub and half-dragged me down to the other room--naked and wet. She pushed me into Tommy and said 'she wants to be your girlfriend.' Tommy turned beet red and everyone else was laughing. But, alas, he rejected me."

"You were eight and I was thirteen. Rejection was appropriate at that moment."

"Maybe, but it was my first rejection. It broke my little heart." Carrie paused again and puffed out her bottom lip. She was trying to let the silence build again, like it did before, but couldn't maintain it. Finally, the corners of her mouth twerked up and she started laughing--to my relief.

"I could have handled that better," I began. "My apologies for my part in in."

"It's okay," Carrie replied. Then she stopped, sighed a little and walked over to give me a hug. I just stood there with my arms around her and my cheek resting on top of her head. "Besides, it's not like that's the only time she did something like that. You need to be careful when Tracey is around." Then, right on queue, Tracey pantsed me from behind--to everyone else's laughter.

Tracey began announcing in the voice of a Ringmaster, "There you go. Ladies and gentlemen, step right up and see the one, the only, Naaa-keddddd Tommy!" She then started clapping. "Somebody get a picture."

"No pictures!" I shouted. Then I picked up Carrie and did a quick pivot so she was between me and the rest of the girls. "No pictures. Put the cameras down."

"Hmmmm? No!" Tracey replied. I tried to grab the door, but Tracey just stuck her foot in it, smiled back at me and snapped a picture of me holding Carrie in front of me.

"Not fair." I started again. "Come on give me the camera."

"Tommy is just embarrassed because he thinks Zoloft will keep his little Tom-tom from working." Tracey was laughing, "But, I'll bet it's working now!"

"Nope," Carrie replied. "You lose the bet. It's kinda folded against my stomach at the moment, so I can definitively say it isn't working."

"Too much information," Ami said while laughing.

"Nope," Carrie replied again laughing. "Definitely he's definitely not too much at the moment."

"Would you please give me the phone?" I pleaded.

After another moment, Tracey started to smile again. I was really starting to hate it when she did that. "Okay. I'll erase the picture and give you the phone, but you must lose the shirt too. You need to be as naked as Carrie was and we all get to see."

"There really isn't much to see," Carrie replied and laughed again. "Think about it, Tommy. You can't hold me AND close the door at the same time. Any time I decide to wriggle free it's gonna be The Full Monty."

"Okay." I gave in with a sigh and then started to back into the kitchen. I kept Carrie held in front of me like a modesty blanket as I backpedaled. "Hand over all the cameras and I will, but I need all the phones."

Carrie gave me a slap on the ass while Tracey turned to the other two. "Well, ladies. There you have it. The choice is yours. In or out?"

"I should probably go call my boyfriend," a blushing Ami replied.

"I don't have a boyfriend," Aiko added. "And I find myself strangely curious what you two are going to do to him next. Shit! I'm going to so over self-analyze this tomorrow." She paused, took a breath and handed her phone to Tracey. Ami watched Aiko step into the kitchen, then handed her phone to Tracey and followed. Finally, Tracey retrieved Carrie's phone from her purse on the floor and handed the stack to me. I wasn't sure what to do next, so I let go of Carrie, gauged the relative heights of the ladies and put the phones on top of kitchen cabinet, where I thought they couldn't be reached easily. Then I just stood, facing the cabinet, unsure of what to do next.

Tracey cleared her throat, "Ahem. Shirt too."

"Be nice," Carrie cut in. "Other than his ex, we're probably the first women to see him naked in 25 years."

"It's closer to 30. And... I don't remember it being this stressful." With that, I peeled off my shirt and turned to face my fears. They all started talking at once.

"I didn't know a human could blush that much."--Ami

"That Monty definitely isn't full." -- Carrie

"I hope you're a grower." -- Tracey

"Not what I was expecting." - Aiko

"What were you expecting?" I asked Aiko.

"I don't know. Given your age, I was kind of expecting yeti pubes. And, I wasn't expecting chest hair. Or, if I did, I expected chest hair to be bushy. Yours isn't."

"Yeti pubes? I'm not that old."

"Your sons are older than she is. Cut the kid some slack and just take it as a compliment that she is still staring," Tracey said. Until that moment, I hadn't noticed that they actually were staring. That they were all just standing wide-eyed, taking it in. And I just stood, caught in a current of feelings of my own nakedness. I didn't know how I felt about it and didn't know how to pull myself out of it. On the one hand, I just wanted to cover up and run into my room. On the other hand, the wide eyes of my audience were starting to get to me. Tracey just looked me up and down and said something I didn't see coming, "I don't know. Tommy is pretty red. Maybe we should let him off the hook."

"Almost." Carrie stepped back up to me and paused. She then put her pointer finger against my chin and began to run it over my neck and down my chest as she spoke. "Actually, I was naked and wet when you saw me. You're just naked, so we aren't quite there. Come with me." With that she grabbed me and started pulling me to the bathroom.

"You know," Aiko began. "I've heard the phrase led around by the dick, but I never saw in practice--until now."

"You smell like onions from cooking." Carrie was speaking as she led me to the shower and gave me another pat on the butt to send me in. "Don't you know that you're supposed to take a shower before company comes?"

"You're enjoying this. Aren't you?" I asked.

Carrie just laughed and let my question just hang out there. Nobody else was speaking, so I turned on the water, closed my eyes and let the cool water spray onto my face for a moment while it warmed up. Once warm, I took up the hand-held and started rinsing off. It was then that I noticed Carrie was looking in my medicine cabinet. "Be right back," she said, and disappeared into the bedroom. After a few moments, she was back with a pill bottle in her hands. "Sil-den-i-fuck-it. It says to take 1 or 2 pills as needed and it looks like he'll be needing two." Everyone looked at me while she shook out two pills. While they were looking, Carrie mouthed the words trust me. So, there I was, naked with strangers staring at me, in a place and time that I would have sworn was impossible. So, I just stood and let the water run down my skin, confused.

Tracey broke the silence, "I think he's had enough. Maybe we should let him off the hook."

"He's okay." Carrie replied and turned back to me. "I'm just getting a little of my own back and Tommy doesn't want Aiko to go back to.... Where are you from, Aiko?"

"Tokyo."

"There." Carrie launched again, "Tommy doesn't want Aiko to go back to Japan with a half-formed idea of American men."

"I think one third formed is closer to the mark," Aiko replied with a chuckle.

"Hey, now..." Tracey interrupted, starting to turn red. "This is all getting a little out of hand. Let's all just take a deep breath. Tommy, we can be done."

As I just stood, looking back and forth between the two of them, Carrie again mouthed the words trust me. Maybe I had an epiphany. Or maybe we should just call it stupidity. But, in that moment, I realized that Tracey, for the first time ever, was trying to keep things from escalating. I wanted to know why. Even so, I was as surprised as anyone when I reached out and took the pills. I got a mouth full of water from the shower and swallowed them down. "They probably still aren't going to do anything. I'm too embarrassed for them to work."

"Well, you'll just have to relax. How long until they kick in?"

"Thirty minutes, I replied. "But, they don't hit full strength for an hour, so they say."

"So they say? You haven't tried them?" Aiko asked.

"No," I admitted. "Haven't had occasion."

"Well, we're into uncharted territory then," Carrie announced. "Since we have some time to kill, let's get you washed off." With that, she took my shower-scrubby-thingy off the wall and started to put soup on it. "Turn," she said, and I obliged. She started on the back of my neck where my hair line ends and started tracing small, soapy circles over my shoulders and down my back to my ass. Carrie gave both cheeks a buff and then handed the scrubby off to Aiko. She then took the sprayer and started rinsing me off while rubbing my skin with her hand. When she finished, she turned to Aiko and said, "Get his chest."

Aiko paused for a moment, scrubby in hand, then stepped forward. She soaped my chest and sides the same way Carrie had, then went to hand the scrubby to Ami.

Ami just shook her head. "I have a boyfriend."

Aiko just shrugged, handed the scrubby to Carrie and started rinsing. With her free hand, she was brushing my chest hair upward and then rinsing it back down with the water. "Does that hurt?"

"No"

"What happens if I pull it?" she asked.

"Go ahead and try." I replied. She put her hand on my chest then brought her fingers together and slowly pulled them away, watching as the hairs sprang one at a time to lay back down on my chest. Then she did it again, just a little harder.

"I think I could get used to this, in the right circumstance," she muttered as she just looked at her hand, surprised that she hadn't pulled out any hairs. She rinsed off her hand and said to Carrie, "Enough for me."

Carrie tried to hand the scrubby to Tracey, but Tracey just shook her head and turned a little more pale. It caused me to wonder again why she was being so out of character, but Carrie just shrugged. She soaped up the scrubby, put one knee on the floor and started on my legs. She worked her way down my left leg to my feet, then back up the right leg. She paused for a moment, then looked up at me. "Lift your leg," she told me. Then she washed up into that crease area where my leg meets my groin. "Other side," she said and repeated the process. Done with that, she set down the scrubby and soaped up her hands. She started high, gripping my shaft with her right hand and soaping me up and down. Then she gripped by balls with her left, causing me to grab put a hand on the wall for support.

"Well," she began. "There is movement down here, but we still have at least twenty-something minutes before life begins. That's okay. I have an idea; but, first, we need to get the soap off." With that, she began to rinse me off. Again, she started with my legs and rinsed her way up until she got to my groin. This time, instead of telling me to lift a leg, she just lifted my dick up and began to use the sprayer directly on me. It was like I could feel each individual jet of water play across my scrotum. She moved tickled the water back and forth my knees start sink. I wanted to close my eyes, but I just kept staring at her. She just chuckled back at me until finally she let me go.

"Okay," Aiko began, staring. "Now I have half an idea about American Men."

Carrie handed the towel to her and said, "Dry the American man." Aiko obliged, applying all the same care to all the same places Carrie had.

At this point, I was starting to feel flushed.

"When you think he's dry enough, bring him back into the kitchen." Carrie said.

Aiko spent some time giving me one more going over, then used the towel to take me by the dick and lead me back into the kitchen where Tracey was setting up the Trivial Pursuit game on the table. There was an ice cream scoop in a glass of water on the counter and Carrie was rummaging through my freezer for the ice cream.

"I thought we'd have desert first," she said and started scooping vanilla into bowls and asking people if they wanted chocolate sauce. Once everyone was served, the girls settled into chairs and Carrie began to outline the rules of the game. "Okay, it's going to be Aiko and Ami versus Tracey and Me. It's just like regular Trivial Pursuit, except for when a team gets one wrong. When someone answers incorrectly, we are going to ask Tommy." She moved over to me. "If Tommy answers correctly, he will be rewarded." She dipped a finger in chocolate sauce and swiped it down my neck. Then she leaned in and licked it off slowly, which caused me to sink a little again.

She moved me over to and against the counter, "We better move you over here. You're starting to look a little shaky." She paused a moment, giving me a moment to look into her eyes. There seemed to be just a hint of wonder behind her pupils. But, I was wondering what else she had thought out, so I let her continue.

After a moment, she began again. "If you get the question wrong, well, then you get not rewarded." She ran her fingers around in the ice cream scoop glass, then circled them slowly over the head of my penis. The cold effect was lightning in my nerves. I shivered and I let out a small gasp.

"Wait!" Ami interrupted. "I can't lick him."

"You have a boyfriend!" Aiko replied and threw her hands up in the air. "We know you have a boyfriend. He knows you have a boyfriend. Everyone knows you have a boyfriend. But, tell me this. Did you ever get to do this to your boyfriend?"

Ami's jaw just dropped. "No." Her mouth opened and closed a few times. Then she giggled and said, "He would have cum before Carrie got him into the shower."

"They use Zoloft to treat that too. That's one of the things Zoloft does." Aiko replied, then she gave out a huff and crossed her arms.

The game began. Tracey and Carrie were the better players, but Aiko and Ami were hanging in there. For my part, I got more questions right than wrong, so my neck and chest were growing more sticky with chocolate and ice cream from the rewards than I was getting cold from the not rewards. Finally, Aiko got one wrong and Tracey came over to me with the Trivial Pursuit card. "Okay, Smart Guy. How many pips are there on a golf ball?"

"I don't know."

Carrie took the ice cream scoop out of the water and whispered into my ear, "That is not the right answer." She clicked the scoop button a couple, then she put her hand on my chest to push me against the counter, smiled and brought the cold scoop up against my left ball.

My eyes popped open and my legs just sank out from under me. "Okay. Let's not do that again." I heard Carrie saying. "Time to get you rinsed back off again, Sticky Boy." They got me up, led me to the shower and Aiko rinsed me off again. Then Carrie disappeared back into my bedroom.

"He looks a little wobbly." Ami noticed.

"Might be a side-effect of the Sildenafil," Aiko replied. "Yes. I can say it. It's generic Viagra and it can make men a bit dizzy or lightheaded."

Carrie came back in with the lubricant from my dresser, "Found it. Touch and Play. I've never used this stuff. Again, we're in uncharted territory." With that, she squirted some into her hand and began to go to work on me. She ran her hand up and down, squeezing just below where the head flares out and then releasing a bit as her fingers went up and over. Then she'd reverse the process and give me a little squeeze on the way back down. She kept going for... I don't know how long. Then she paused, turned my hand over and squeezed some lubricant into it. "You'd better take over or we may be here a while."

I was definitely lightheaded. So, I closed my eyes and started to stroke. My legs started to shake and I felt the pressure build up. The muscles in my legs and ass stated to tighten and the pressure started to work its way up. So, I started going faster.

"Thar she blows!" announced Aiko.

I sank back against the wall and opened my eyes, not really believing what I had just done. Aiko was laughing. Ami was just staring. Carrie grinned. Tracey just stood there with her mouth covered before she finally said, "I think I need a cigarette and disappeared from the room."

Ami looked back and forth between us and then just left, so Carrie asked, "Where is she going?"

Aiko replied, "To fuck her boyfriend silly, Silly. Well, at least as silly as he can get her. We better get him cleaned up." With that, she turned on the water and started spraying down the shower.

As my head cleared, I realized that there was cum everywhere. It was on me and on the shower doors. It trailed across the bottom of the shower and out into the bathroom. "Holy smokes," I commented.

"Yeah," replied Carrie. "That was a big one. You did have some back-pressure."

Aiko just chuckled and asked, "Okay, spill. What was really going on here?"

They were cleaning and talking. I wasn't feeling all that smart and also didn't remember how I came to be sitting on the floor of the shower. So, I just leaned back and let myself be taken care of. But, at the question, I rolled my head to the side and looked at Carrie and just let the question sit out there, gaining weight, until she gave.

"Well," Carrie began. "Tracey always to find reasons to strip me naked when people were around. Her friends. My brother's friends. Who they were didn't matter much. It just happened. And, it just kind of helped shape me into what I am when it comes to this kind of stuff. Well, you're the psychologist. Do you understand where I'm coming from?"

"Yes," Aiko replied. "Kind of? I know about the why? But, how did today come about?"

"So," Carrie began again "when we decided to come to Tommy's, Tracey was sure he was going to behave like all the other guys she knows and start coming on to us. I said that he wouldn't start anything. It's not his way; however, he might let us do stuff to him. Which I thought might be fun. We argued a bit and made a little bet. If I won, Tracey had to do anything I got Tommy to do." She turned her head down a bit and looked me in the eye. "If you think about it, I told her she lost and I told you I was getting a little of my own back. And, I did."

"What would happen if you lost?" I asked.

"That doesn't much matter now, does it?" she replied with a smile. "All that matters is that Tracey is going to throw a rather embarrassing party in a few weeks and I'm going to make sure you're both invited. You should cum."

"Ooooooo! You're devious" Aiko said and broke into a lascivious smile. "We're gonna be friends!"