Coming Clean Pt. 01

Coming Clean -- Part 1

By OdieK

Note from Author: This is a brand new story that is my first foray into "Loving wives". Although it may not appear to a wife story you will soon see why it falls into this category. I will be submitting my next stories (likely continuations of existing stories in September. Happy reading!

My wife Cheryl and I first met back in high school. We were both eighteen at the time and shared few interests except for music. I can still remember the day I first met her when she transferred from another school in the middle of the school year about six weeks before Christmas. Thinking back I never asked her why she had to change schools -- nor did she volunteer to share that information -- after all it wasn't as if she was moving from a different city.

Anyway it was an ordinary school day and I was sitting in my regular place going over the music we were practicing for an upcoming concert when the class was interrupted by a knock at the door. The music teacher Ms. Hanlon, a beautiful young twentyish blonde, opened the door. There stood a gorgeous shoulder-length chestnut haired young blue-eyed woman with soft red lips wearing a sweater that emphasized her generous breasts -- it took my breath away just how hot she was. She was wearing a knee length skirt showing off remarkably toned and tanned legs. I was smitten!

The young woman handed the teacher a piece of paper which she carefully read before turning to the class.

"I'd like everyone to welcome Cheryl Pickett!" she said, "Cheryl plays the alto saxophone."

I remember Ms. Hanlon glancing at me since I also played the alto saxophone in fact I was the only other alto sax player in the orchestra.

Turning back to Cheryl she said pointing towards me, "Cheryl take the seat beside Darren (that's me). He's a very talented alto sax musician and I am certain that he can teach you a lot."

I recalled turning beat red at the innuendo and the giggles of the girls and laughter of the boys. Even Cheryl smiled as she took a seat next to me. Ms. Hanlon loved to tease me for some reason I couldn't understand.

Anyway...

Over the next month as the Christmas concert approached I made a bold move (bold for me as king of the music nerds) asking Cheryl if she wanted to play a saxophone duet with me. She smiled broadly and said, "I would love to!" She was so happy that I had asked her she hugged me. I still remember the feel of her firm breasts pressing against me as she hugged me tight.

We ended up practicing at my parent's house in the basement for a little privacy over the next number of weeks. On more than a few occasions I caught her giving me a look that I couldn't interpret but that thrilled me just the same. At that time I never tried to kiss her or anything like that since I was (1) too naïve, (2) a virgin with absolutely no experience, (3) I didn't want to do something that would scare her away, and (4) during the remainder of that school year, every lunch hour I would see her either hand in hand with one of the high school football players, making out behind the school with the other cool and good-looking guys in the school or going for what I called a lunchtime ride with one of the few kids who owned a car. Being as naïve as I was I never questioned what she was doing with all those different guys but it was clear that settling down with one boyfriend wasn't on her agenda. She would later tell me that it had all been harmless fun.

One day just before lunch I went to meet her at her locker when I was elbowed aside by a guy I had never seen before. He wore a leather jacket, had slick-backed black hair and walked up to her like he owned her. He was definitely not going to our school since he looked like he was in his early twenties. He took her in his arms and gave her the longest kiss I had ever seen that she seemed to enthusiastically return (this may not be saying too much since I hadn't really seen a lot of kissing. Remember that this was a long time ago (late sixties early seventies to be exact) before the internet was in everyone's home and on their phones and other devices).

Anyway as Cherly finished lip-locking with this guy she turned to head to the exit with him not having seen me. He took her by the waist and led her outside. I watched them leave as Cheryl placed her hand around his waist then grabbed his ass before returning to his waist. He jumped and they both laughed. A minute later I watched as she hopped behind him on a Harley Davidson motorcycle, revved it up and they rode off together. The next day I ran into her and mentioned that I had seen her, not accusingly, with that Harley guy. She told me that he was a longtime friend that she hadn't seen in quite a while and that they went for ice cream along the seaside to catch up. She said it was all harmless a word I was getting accustomed to.

Honestly I thought nothing of the Harley guy episode but there was something in her voice that led me to believe there was much more to it than harmless fun. I realize that some of you out there may think that I wasn't just naïve but super-naïve and looking back you were probably right... but she was my friend... and I trusted her... and I hoped that someday she would be more than just a friend, maybe my girlfriend. I had no reason to think the worst after all aren't friendships based on trust? I can almost feel the eyes of my readers rolling out there.

Slowly as time passed and we became best friends I felt a bit more jealous each time I saw her with some guy. I knew I shouldn't feel that way since she wasn't my girlfriend just a good friend who happened to be a girl.

Over the next few weeks we kept our practice schedule and were sounding pretty good. The night of the Christmas concert came and Cheryl was very nervous. It was clear that she loved the attention of being center stage with me -- truth was that she craved attention in all forms as you will soon learn.

When the curtain opened up for our part in the concert it went off without a hitch. It was the best we had ever sounded. We both got to our feet and happily accepted the standing ovation from a few hundred parents, friends and family.

When the curtain closed and we were alone for a minute she put her sax on her chair turned to me and pulled my head down to hers giving me my first ever real kiss. I couldn't believe how soft, warm, and wet her lips were against mine. I stared wide-eyed at her beauty -- her eyes were tightly closed as she savoured our first kiss. She withdrew from me as the stage crew readied the set for the next act. She smiled at me in a way she had never done before and thanked me for the duet with her. All I could do was smile back telling her that I had not only enjoyed "playing with her" (I inadvertently actually said that) but I complimented her on how good she had played.

I swear that she was about to give me another hug when the stage manager abruptly ordered both of us off the set so they could prepare for the next act.

Over the next hour we played a half dozen songs with the whole school orchestra again to standing ovations as Cheryl sat beside me periodically bumping her partially covered bare leg repeatedly against me. It was a magical night and one I never forgot.

At the end of the night she squeezed my hand as she walked off to join her parents who drove her home. I was just happy that it wasn't that Harley motorcycle guy. Something about him bothered me.

The following week after the Christmas concert were memorable times. Cheryl called me and invited me for Christmas dinner with her family. I was thrilled although my parents were not. My father did not want me getting cozy (his words) with any girl. He wanted me to go to college learn a profession, make a great living and be well financially settled before I gave any thought to the opposite sex. He always said, "there are plenty of fish in the sea!" to remind me that the need to find a girlfriend was not an immediate priority.

Now, years later, I understood what he had meant and what he had wanted for me but it was too late. I had been captivated by Cheryl. She was everything I wanted in a woman and we loved talking just about everything. She had become my best friend as I cast away the friends I grew up with without a second thought.

That Christmas I went to her home to meet with her family even though we were not officially going out but just good close friends who shared a musical interest. I still remember when I knocked on the door and a woman answered. She was an older gorgeous version of Cheryl. She said, "Darren?" to which I nodded and she launched herself at me hugging me with a full body hug. A family of huggers was not something I was used to.

Cheryl's mom Arlene was a busty blonde bombshell. Now I understood where Cheryl got her looks from. Arlene wore a light-yellow dress with the top few buttons undone, nylons and high heels. Today she would personify MILF status. She had a great cleavage and seemed to appreciate the quick glance from me that I had no control over. She was hard to ignore as her eyes pierced their way into me. Pulling back she held me at arm's length and said, "we've all been looking forward to meeting you! Come on in and meet everyone!"

Cheryl's dad Harlan was a big muscular man who looked like a body builder. When he shook my hand he squeezed hard and seemed disappointed at my grip. When I managed to free my hand it took five minutes to get the feeling back. On a positive note the dinner was a huge success and the family loved me well except to her two younger brothers, Paul and Mason who grunted when Arlene introduced me.

I remember Cheryl's dad, during dinner, saying, "it's nice to see Cheryl showing an interest in such an intelligent lad like yourself Darren."

Cheryl's mom added, "and a very handsome one!"

I was sitting across from Arlene and could have sworn I felt her foot rubbing along my leg. A quick glance down confirmed it was her. She had a devious mischievous smile on her face as her nylon clad foot moved higher.

Not knowing what to do I faked a cough pushed back my chair and excused myself feigning that I had to visit the washroom. If I had to describe the smile on Arlene's face I would say it was teasingly playful something I had never experienced in my young life.

In the back of my mind I wondered whether Cheryl had picked up any of her mother's traits. I hoped she hadn't.

A few months later I was invited to spend a four day long weekend at the family's lakeside cottage. Cheryl and I were in separate bedrooms. One evening when everyone was fast asleep, except for me, my eyes snapped open to see Arlene hovering over me topless. I had always wondered what her breasts looked like and there they were on full display. My eyes focused on her nipples. She had a small aureole no bigger than a silver dollar and very pointy tipped nipples. I wanted to reach up and touch them when I heard Harlan yell out, "Cheryl! You coming back to bed?"

"Be there in a minute," she replied watching my expression as her naked breasts swayed dangerously tempting before my eyes. She again gave me that teasingly playful look.

Then as if nothing had happened she turned, buttoned up her pajama top and returned to her husband. It was no more than ten minutes later when I heard Arlene and Harlan going at it like a couple of rabbits.

"Oh Harlan" Arlene moaned, "I'm going to cum!"

"Me too!" echoed Harlan with muffled voices to hide what they were doing but the bed springs sang with its own music as they thrust against each other. I later learned that Arlene needed something extra to excite her to enjoy sex with her husband. I guess that I was that catalyst she needed that night. For the remainder of the trip Arlene did not repeat that one night performance and acted as if nothing had ever happened. I never told anyone this, including Cheryl, until now. I again wondered if any of that behavior had rubbed off on Cheryl -- I hoped not.

It was two o'clock in the morning on our last night when I was woken up with a soft hand over my mouth. At first I struggled then calmed thinking Arlene was up to her tricks again only to stare into the beautiful eyes of Cheryl. She had that same mischievous playful look I had seen in her mother's eyes. Without taking her eyes from mine she stood tall at five foot four and began to unbutton her pyjama top. I lay there in joyous shock as she removed the top letting it fall to the floor.

For months I had wondered what her breasts looked like. There was no more wondering. They were better than I had ever envisioned and that's saying something after looking at every playboy magazine ever published. Her nipples weren't like her mother's. Her aureole were a very light pink with a crinkly surface and were a little bigger than a golfball. Her nipples were thick and rigid pointing out on their gravity defying surface. There was a steaminess to her eyes as she rolled down her pyjama shorts standing naked. I watched her slowly turn around 360 making sure I saw every inch of her.

That's when she touched the tip of my tented bad sheets. I had never been harder. She pulled back the sheets and pulled down my shorts as if she had done this a thousand times before. She stroked my cock with her soft tight gripped hand up and down the flow of pre-seminal fluid unstoppable. I watched her spread her legs and move her other hand down between her legs softly moaning.

A few minutes went by like a flash as I lay there enraptured.

She withdrew her hands and shushed me to be quiet as she moved on to the bed. She lay atop me naked pressing her lips to mine as one hand drifted down and grasped my penis. I felt her body reposition then suddenly I felt it -- a warm wet glove of sensation enveloped me as I slid fully into her. I was no longer a virgin!

I couldn't believe how amazing it was as she began to move her hips up and down then side to side then up and down once again before completing the sequence with a grinding motion. At first I didn't know what to do but instinct quickly took hold and I started to move counter to her which she seemed to really appreciate as her moaning increased.

I never wanted it to end but suddenly I was trying to turn her body so that I could be on top but she was having none of that anchoring her feet and toes to the mattress in a wrestler type movement pinning me down.

She looked at me, shook her head, and smiled and began to increase the pace of her thrusts. I'm proud to say I kept up with her but it wasn't easy.

After a few more minutes I felt her moving sitting up on me with her legs tucked under her. How she managed to move into that position without breaking our erotic connection surprised me. Bracing herself with her arms she ground her hips back and forth fucking me with skill as she lowered her upper body until the tips of her breasts touched my face. She wiggled her shoulders temptingly swaying her breasts at me. I finally got the hint and moved my hands up to hold her wonderful chest in my bare hands for the first time. I felt me cock grow larger if that's possible but as soon as that occurred she slowed down her thrusts and came to a complete stop. It was as if she knew what that meant. She encouraged me to suck on her nipples. I didn't need to be told twice as I attacked her pointy nipples with my mouth and tongue. I remember her saying, "Ouch! Not so hard! Take your time."

For the next few minutes I got a hands-on lecture on the art of nipple sucking. I guess I passed because she began to moan loudly the more of each breast I sucked deep into my mouth. I learned that she loved it when I sucked her nipples to the roof of my mouth and caressed it with my tongue.

As her arousal grew so did mine. Her hips became a blur as she put everything she had into furiously fucking me. She was close and I was closer when she grabbed my two hands and stretched them back telling me to grab her ass. Again I didn't need to be asked a second time. I grabbed her firm tight ass squeezed and was able to get a better deeper thrust into her. That's when she went absolutely wild. For a moment I thought my cock was going to break wondering if that was possible as she fucked me with a sliding hip motion like a Jocky at the Kentucky derby in the final stretch. A mutual orgasm exploded through us both. I tried to grab her head. I wanted to kiss her through the orgasm but she was in control and wanted me to keep sucking her tits and squeezing her ass which was strengthening her orgasm. I remember a guttural moan that escaped her when she came and the incredible pressure her pussy muscles exerted on my erection. I unloaded as deep into her as I could go feeling multiple sharp spurts of semen shooting from me. I knew she felt it by how she squirmed and writhed on me.

Finally it was over and she rested on top of me. We were both covered in sweat. A minute or two passed before she got up off me after giving me a quick kiss on the lips. She didn't say a word to me. I watched her naked beauty exit my room. That was a night I would always remember -- the night I lost my virginity to my new best friend. I didn't know if she realized it or not. If she did she never brought it up.

At this point, in case you are wondering, I was happy as a pig in... well you know what... but I have to admit that, at times, I felt like I had ventured on to an alien planet. Cheryl's family was like something I had never encountered before... not that it was a bad thing but after that incredible nighttime visit by Cheryl I was hooked. There was no going back now. I just had to keep an eye on Arlene. If Cheryl found out about her mother's behavior it could ruin everything. I guess in hindsight you could say that at that moment in time our relationship had just advanced to a new level. The problem was that I didn't know too much about Cheryl or her mother or the rest of her family for that matter.

One Cosmo article after another stressed the virtues of not probing too deeply into a partner's background and trusting each other particularly in a new relationship. That was perfectly alright with me but that advice would later bite me smack dab in the ass... and not in a friendly way... but more of a "jaws takes a huge chunk out of my ass" kind of way.

Once the Christmas break ended and school resumed Cheryl and I started "dating" if you can call it that. Harley guy periodically showed up and Cheryl always went with him even after we had been intimate that one night. I wasn't pleased but was afraid to say anything for fear she would simply walk away from me. It's not as if she didn't have admirers -- there were dozens to choose from whereas my only prospect was her. On top of it all she still lip-locked other guys on school grounds during the lunch hour. She told me that it was nothing but a little harmless fun and that I had nothing to worry about. I probably would have been more upset if it weren't for our regular weekend rendezvous.

In the winter/spring months of mid-February to the end of May Cheryl's parents and brothers went to their cottage to enjoy their lakefront property. They were lucky that we were in Texas where the winter weather was almost always warm.

They always departed early Saturday morning and returned late Sunday. I don't know what excuse Cheryl gave for not being able to go but whatever it was worked like a charm.

I lived a couple of miles from her and didn't have a car leaving me with bicycling it down to her home. I'm sure I set a few speed records every time I visited. I always patiently waited for the family to leave. My cock during those times was in a perpetual state of hardness in dire straits of release thinking about what we were going to be doing all weekend as soon as I got there. Riding a bike at breakneck speed with an erection that refused to disappear was a definite challenge.

The ritual was always the same. I had to sneak around back of her home and camouflage my bike with a drop sheet she put out. When everything was ecured I entered through a sliding back door.

She always met me in her pajamas in a top which was always unbuttoned. It drove me crazy. She always wore a thin dilapidated pair of pajama shorts that hugged her body enticingly. She would always give me a full body hug wiggling her hips in the process to ensure that I was ready to go and I always was more than ready.

She would forcibly take my hand and lead me to her bedroom strip me down, throw me on my back and mount me after shedding her pajamas. Cheryl loved horseback riding and joked that she loved riding me like a horse at a full gallop. Her hips and legs were quite powerful from riding horses. Every time she mounted me she was always dripping wet. I always wanted to play with her beautiful body but she preferred to get right to it -- no fucking around is what she would say with a sensuous laugh that always hardened me further. In effect she waived off any foreplay and always wanted to be on top in the same few positions. Our relationship would eventually suffer as a result.

That's not to say that I didn't enjoy these trysts -- I loved them, they were her... the love of my life even though neither of us had expressed any feelings for each other at the time. As crass as it may sound, it was plain and simple -- we were content in just fucking.

The first time we took advantage of her parents' absence I had produced a pack of three condoms that I had purchased from a local pharmacy -- one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.

When I showed them to her the first thing she said was, "I don't think that's going to be enough!" She followed that with a hearty laugh at my expense to my jaw dropping expression.

Then not losing a beat she added, "besides you aren't going to need them."

I asked her if she was worried about getting pregnant to which she replied, "Of course not. I've been on the pill for a few years now!"

I think that it suddenly dawned on her that the implication was that she had been having sex for a few years.

Without hesitation she quickly said, "my mother insisted I take them regularly just in case."

I wanted to ask, in case of what although I knew the answer to that.

She looked at me with a worried expression and continued, "I've never had to worry though!"

While that gave me some comfort it still begged the question I purposefully avoided. It's all about trust I kept telling myself. I didn't want anything to jeopardize what we had whatever it was.

The next words out of my mouth were out before I could call them back, "were you a virgin like me?" I asked.

She looked down as if she were struggling with the answer then looked back up at me and said, "Yes! I was a virgin just like you but I lost my virginity while horseback riding which is quite common," she added with a straight face.

I had so many more questions but I didn't want to turn this into an inquisition and burn every bridge I had with her so I relented and apologized for being so nosy. She laughed and told me not to think twice about it. Then she dragged me off to the bedroom to have her way with me. I couldn't have been happier. My four orgasms that weekend made me forget our earlier conversation.

Over the three or four months of our "special get-togethers" there were a few things that stood out for me.

After a month of weekly sex with Cheryl I found a little courage and told her that I wanted to be on top this time. She told me that that was not a good idea. When I asked her why she said because men quickly lose control when they are in that position and come too fast.

I was shocked by that response immediately asking how she knew that.

She quickly replied that she had been told that by a few friends who were very sexually active. I would later meet her two friends -- Linda and Melissa who seemed to have quite an influence on Cheryl. I never liked either of them. They took the word promiscuous to a new level.

Cheryl had told me that before she met me, one night she received a call from Linda who was in a complete panic. The man she had sex with had used a condom that had broken filling her with his semen and she wasn't taking the pill.

Well, according to the story, Cheryl rushed over to help her douche herself which apparently didn't help since Linda gave birth to a healthy baby boy nine months later which she gave up for adoption. From what I understand both Linda and Melissa were so promiscuous it was borderline prostitution without compensation. I never understood why Cheryl hung around with either of them since they were so different. A tiny voice in my head kept asking Are they really different? I was not interested in giving any consideration to answering that question.

Then there was an incident one Sunday morning when I heard the loud rumbling of a motorcycle breaking the peaceful silence. I peaked out the bedroom window which overlooked the driveway to see that Harley prick having a very boisterous conversation with Cheryl. She was wearing a flimsy bathrobe and Harley guy kept on trying to pat her ass. I watched as she glanced up to see if I was watching. When she saw me she turned to him and told him to get lost that she didn't want to have anything to do with him. Then she leaned into him and said something I couldn't make out. I saw him quickly look up at me, turn and hop on his motorcycle and disappear.

When she came back into the house she was flustered and anxious. She looked at me and said that I had to leave right away. She was worried that the yelling had caught the attention of too many of the neighbours.

I told her that I understood and kissed her before sneaking out the back door, retrieving my bike and heading home.

Halfway home I realized that I had forgot my wallet, swore at myself for being so stupid and turned back around. I rode by her house not to arouse neighbourly suspicion and curiosity. When I passed the house I saw her in her bedroom window topless. I stopped and watched as she closed the blinds. What the fuck were my first words. Anxious to figure what was going on I pulled my bike into her driveway and parked it against the garage door which had four small windows at the top. Standing precariously on my bike I managed to peer into one of the windows. There was a motorcycle in the garage.

I didn't know what to do. Surely there had to be a reasonable explanation but the limits of my trust were being questioned. I tried the front door and the back door but the house was locked up tight. I tried to stay calm and quiet using every ounce of my hearing ability to check for unusual sounds. But nothing.

As I rode home that day I wondered if it was all over. I didn't sleep a wink that night and felt like a zombie the following day. I immediately went to her locker but she never showed. By Wednesday I finally drummed up the courage to call her house. Arlene answered ensuring me that Cheryl was fine but just a little under the weather and that she would be back at school the following week. Arlene told me that Cheryl was unable to talk because she fast asleep.

The following Monday I ran into her at her locker. She looked haggard and worn out, I asked if her she was okay and, without looking at me, told me that she was fine but had come down with a pretty awful flu that laid her up in bed (her words) the whole week. The school bell sounded the five-minute warning to get to class. She agreed to meet me at lunch as we both headed in opposite directions for the first class.

I was the first to secure one of the few picnic tables available outside on another warm day. I looked everywhere for her then finally spotted her with her friends Linda and Melissa. They were in tight quarters with each other giggling up a storm when Linda pulled a banana from her lunch bag and lewdly thrust it partway in and out of her mouth. Cheryl and Melissa couldn't stop laughing. Cheryl suddenly took the banana and slowly inserted the whole length into her mouth to the shock and awe of her friends. She withdrew it kissing and licking the end of it before handing it back to Linda. Melissa made praise bowing motions with both her extended arms clearly impressed with Cheryl's skill.

I noticed a few boys gawking at the scene as was I. I didn't know what to think. Have faith... have trust a tiny voice reminded me.

As I was pondering what Cheryl had just done I found myself looking down at her sandaled feet and perfectly painted toes. As I looked up she smiled at me.

"May I take a seat?" she asked teasingly.

I smiled back somewhat forcibly still disturbed over the banana incident.

"Sorry I'm late," she said before I cut her off.

"I saw you with your friends," I said hoping for an explanation but she never provided me with one.

She turned red for a second before asking me how I was doing. I told her I was fine but that I had missed and worried about her. She explained that she had gotten quite sick. At first, she said, she thought it was food poisoning but it turned to be a weeklong flu but now she was fine.

I couldn't help myself but I told her how I had returned to get my wallet at her house after the Harley guy had shown up. That's when she said that she had almost forgot and pulled it from her purse and handed it to me. I thanked her but told her that I had seen the motorcycle in her garage which seemed to catch her by surprise.

Again without a second thought she explained that he had come to her to hide his motorcycle after an altercation with the police. Apparently they were looking for him but, as a stand-up citizen, he had muddied the license plate to make it unreadable. She agreed to help but told him that he would have to pick it up before her parents got back from the cottage.

I asked her where he went.

She seemed to getting a little upset at all the questions but took a deep breath and told me that a friend of his picked him up ten minutes later and that they had returned with the same friend in a box truck an hour before her parents arrived. They loaded the motorcycle into the truck and took off. She added that she got dressed after they left and caught up on her homework.

I had no reason not to believe her.

Anyway our weekend get-togethers started back up two weeks later. She explained that Linda and Melissa were spending that first weekend with her and that she wouldn't be able to get together with me.

When she saw the disappointed look on my face she smiled and made a circle with her thumb tip and forefinger tip then took my index finger poking it back and forth through that circle it one of the most suggestive things I had seen her do other than the banana incident. My face had lit up and she looked... relieved is perhaps the word I am looking for.

I still couldn't make heads or tails out of the banana incident. It implied that she was good at fellatio which was at odds with my understanding since she never did that to me. With me it was always the same -- not that I was complaining -- her stroking me to full hardness and hopping aboard giving me the ride of her life with her beautiful breasts in may face to suck and play with to my hearts content. She always closed her eyes when we... I wanted to say made love but it wasn't that it all it was pure unadulterated fucking. ... and the sounds she made, grunting and moaning to her gyrations and writhing about each time she took me into her. I did my best to dismiss any further thoughts of the banana incident but my mind was another matter. I experienced more than a few erotic dreams that required a change of sheets thinking about her deep-throating something other than that banana.

As time went on I wondered if our "relationship" was ever going to become more serious and hopefully more monogamous. It wasn't that I believed that she was having sex with other guys but she continued to wrestle and lip lock other students at least a few times a week under the high school bleachers. She was definitely an impulsive person. It wasn't more than a few weeks earlier as I was walking alongside her headed to class when a good-looking muscular guy was walking towards us. She batted her eyes at him and he wolf whistled loudly at her. He stopped alongside her and whispered something to her. She laughed and said see you later.

I couldn't believe she could be so blatant about it but she reminded me that it was all harmless fun adding that we need to enjoy ourselves before life becomes real serious, with marriage, a career, and kids. Enjoy yourself while you can Darren.

I looked for her at lunch that day when I ran into Linda.

Fuck I thought. I did not like her at all.

"Hey Linda," I said, "have you seen Cheryl around?"

"Last time I saw her she was enjoying a real big banana in a car in the parking lot."

"What! Where?" I asked nervously.

"Ask me again in about fifteen minutes," she said, "it takes a while to finish off a banana that size!" she said laughing.

The innuendos were Linda's specialty all the more reason to dislike her.

When I turned and headed for the parking lot Linda raced around me cutting me off.

"I was just kidding Darren. She went to the washroom a while ago. I'm sure she'll be back soon. Why don't you wait for her over by the picnic tables. If I see her I'll let her know you're looking for her."

I wasn't able to contain my anger when I said, "you know Linda you should really think carefully about what you say. You might actually offend someone!"

I was about to say more when Cheryl appeared.

"Oh! There you are," she said, "I was looking for you."

I didn't know how to respond since we always met at the picnic tables.

She put her arm around me turned her head to Linda and did something I couldn't see that had Linda laughing hard. Another reason not to like Linda.

Cheryl then turned to me and gave me a hungry kiss. I tasted something on her lips that I didn't recognize. I knew that she always brushed her teeth after every meal and I just assumed that she was using a different toothpaste or something. Pretty naïve right! It doesn't get better!