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Judy - My Best Friends Girlfriend (MF, cheat)
by Anonymous Author (c) 1998
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I know friends are important. Good friends are always
there when you need them most, offering a shoulder to
lean on, an ear to listen with, perhaps some good
advice when you need it most. But sometimes, friends
keep secrets . . . deep, dark secrets. I found out
about my best friends secret one cold winters night
in December, 1985.
I remember it was close to midnight when the telephone
rang. It had been snowing off and on for most of the
day, and by mid-evening the clouds broke revealing a
brilliant full moon. I remember looking out the window
just before midnight and admiring the clarity of the
night air, and how the freshly fallen snow sparkled
and danced in the moonlight. It was beautiful.
I answered the telephone with a half-hearted hello, not
really in the mood to speak with anyone at that hour. I
was tired and anxious to watch the news. The voice on
the other end sounded shrill and panicked - it was my
best friend Fred. He was calling from a payphone as
his voice sounded tinny and far away. He asked if he
could come over and talk to me, said it was very im-
portant. Normally, I would have shrugged him off,
thinking he was playing a joke on me. But the urgency
in his voice told me otherwise and I agreed. There was
a long pause on the other end, then his voice came
back on with a hushed whisper . . . I' m in trouble
Tim, he said. I need your help. With that, there was
a sharp click and then silence. He had hung up and I
didn' t know where he was calling from . . . from jail,
or the hospital? He didn' t give me a chance to ask. I
suddenly became very worried thinking something might
have happened to his girlfriend, Judy. Judy was a
sweetheart - a perfect little blonde from the valley.
You' re typical " valley" girl.
I put a fresh pot of coffee on and got dressed - con-
sidering the mysterious nature of Fred' s call, I
thought it would be prudent of me to put my pants on.
About thirty minutes passed when there was a loud
knocking at the door. Very unusual for Fred as he
normally barged in - unannounced regardless of the
company I was with. I answered the door and Fred
politely asked if he could come up. This didn't sound
like the Fred I knew - there was something definitely
wrong here.
Fred came in and sat at the kitchen table - never
bothered to remove his snow covered boots or his
jacket. I poured him a cup of coffee, then poured
myself one. Sitting across from him at the wooden
table, I waited for him to begin. He took a few big
gulps of the steaming hot brew, wiped his mouth on
his sleeve, then began.
He had been out for the evening alone as Judy had gone
to her Christmas office party without him. He said they
had had one of their arguments earlier in the day, and
Judy had stormed out. Fred only guessed she was at
her office party - he didn' t know for sure. He then
went on to tell me he had gone out himself, to the bar
we used to frequent on Blowers St. I interjected and
asked him why hadn' t he called me? We usually went
out together when Judy wasn' t around. He said he
wasn't in the mood for my usual cool reasoning - which
is normally the role I took when he and Judy had an
argument. I told him my feelings weren' t hurt and to
please continue the story.
He took a deep breath, ran his hands through his steel
grey hair, and told me had left the bar with a few
drinks in him - he wasn' t feeling any pain. He even
considered going over to Judy' s office party but
decided to take one cruise down Hollis St. first. He
told me he saw a young lady standing in the snow
wearing a very short skirt and heels, his favorite
flavor as he used to say. Thinking he was the "good"
Samaritan, he stopped and offered her a ride so she
could warm up in his car. Well, one thing led to
another and before he knew it, they were in a parking
lot having sex. After they were finished, he said the
girl asked him for forty dollars, and Fred refused,
telling her if he had known she was a "working girl"
he never would have picked her up. I find this hard
to believe because I knew Fred and his tastes - the
nastier the better.
Fred continued and said the girl became quite upset
and started slapping him - which would explain the
scratches on his face and hands - and of course, he
reacted by throwing her out of the car and into the
muddy parking lot. Fred is a powerful man, and I was
afraid of what he might tell me next. He slammed the
door and sped out of the lot, with the girl standing
in the mud and snow yelling and screaming. Fred didn't
think the girl was hurt or anything, but when he drove
to the next block, he saw a police car heading towards
the vacant lot with lights flashing. Someone must have
heard her screaming and called the police thinking the
poor girl was being raped or, worse. Fred chuckled at
this, asking how do you rape a hooker? By not paying
her? I took a sip of the hot coffee and replied,
evidently, as she or someone, called the police. I
could tell he was worried about this. We both knew
if Fred was arrested it would probably get him fired
from his post as a civil engineer with the provincial
government. And he didn' t want to take that chance by
hanging around answering a bunch of questions of how
he and his lady friend ended up in the parking lot -
wouldn' t do his image any good whatsoever.
Since Fred was in the mood for confessing this cold
night, he didn' t stop there. He also asked me if I
would act as a character witness for his defense in
court the following month. Now this was news to me
and I asked why he needed me as a witness. He looked
away and just said he had run into a spot of trouble
in the valley a couple of months ago - nothing to
worry about. Of course I said yes, as Fred was my
best friend and I would do anything to help him,
without question. I agreed and asked if I would be
hearing from his lawyer and he said I would. Ah, at
least now I could expect something - no more surprises
. . . stupid me, eh?
Fred' s court date was set for January 21 and I was to
drive up with him and Judy. No sense taking two cars.
What he didn' t tell me though, was Judy' s car was a
Nissan 240Z - one of those two seaters with a shelf
for a back seat. Willing to try anything once, I
climbed into the back and stretched out the best I
could. I couldn' t help noticing how lovely Judy was
looking. Her golden blonde hair was tied back into a
french braid and she was wearing a short black skirt,
sheer black hose and black heels. Her tight sweater
didn' t do anything to hide her beautiful breasts nor
my lustful thoughts . . . I tried not to be too
obvious as this was a somber moment after all. I could
tell Judy had been crying and she wasn't wearing her
usual makeup. I preferred her without makeup as she
was " naturally" beautiful with deep blue eyes and
high cheekbones. With makeup on of course, she turned
heads wherever she went. I didn' t mind riding in
the back of that little sportscar at all. Not with
the view I was getting.
As we pulled into the District Courts parking lot, it
started to snow. Big fluffy flakes at first, then it
started coming down a little harder. I was concerned
about the drive back in that little car of Judy' s -
it wasn't meant to be driven in the snow. We all
shuffled into the stone building, hanging our coats
up in the hallway. The building groaned and creaked
with age - and it had that " church" smell everywhere.
I can still remember that smell, after all these years.
Judy and I sat together near the front of the room,
and Fred of course sat with his lawyer. Across from
Fred sat the prosecutor and an RCMP officer - the
arresting officer I imagined. The court room was
closed to the public due to the nature of the trial,
so I was curious about the family sitting towards the
back of the room. They seemed to be a part of the
trial proceedings, but I didn' t know where they fit
in. Witnesses perhaps? Maybe they were members of
Fred's family here to show their support, it was
anybody' s guess. We all stood as the judge entered
the room and took his place at the oversized desk
overlooking the room. Such a big desk for such a
little man I thought. I snickered at my own joke.
As we sat down, I couldn' t help but notice Judy's
skirt had risen another inch or two up her thigh...
damn she had a set of legs. And I would have given
anything to be between them at that moment.
My daydreaming was quickly interrupted when I heard
the charges read against Fred. Two words rang in my
ears - statutory rape. Statutory rape? My God . . .
what had he done? I wanted to stand up and yell out
this couldn't be true - my buddy Fred wasn't capable
of such a heinous crime. Then it dawned on me, the
family sitting in the back. They must be the parents
of the victim. I turned in my seat to look at them,
and the woman was sobbing. Her husband was comforting
her the best he could while the rest of the family
glared at Fred with fixed jaws. Judy was sobbing
quietly to herself, her shoulders heaving - the only
indication of her silent agony. After the charges
were addressed by both parties, and Fred plead
guilty, the trial was over and he was led from the
courtroom in handcuffs. He was to begin serving his
two year sentence that day. I didn' t get a chance
to say good-bye, as they wouldn' t let me near him
and Fred didn't look back. He left the room that day
shackled and ashamed. I left the same room empty and
devoid of any emotion. I couldn' t comprehend what
had just happened to my friend - and the lives of
that poor family. I think Fred did enough damage for
one day.
Judy and I headed to her car, covered in snow. I
offered to brush it off while she started the motor
and let it warm up before we headed off back to
Halifax - an hour and a half through a snow storm.
I suggested we head to the nearest restaurant and
grab something to eat while the storm passed over,
but Judy wanted to head back. I felt uneasy driving
in this storm, but I didn' t want to be stuck in some
small town for the night either. Reluctantly, I jumped
into the passengers side.
We had driven for about twenty minutes when we had to
pull over due to the white-outs on the highway. I
really had to surpress the urge to say, " I told you
so" but thought better of it considering the mood.
Instead, I helped pick out a safe spot far enough off
the main road so we wouldn' t get rear-ended by some
marauding snowplow. Judy put the car in park and turned
the radio on, filling the car with soft music. She then
slumped over the steering wheel and started to cry
again. I really felt at a loss, and didn't know what
to say, so I reached over and pulled her head onto my
shoulder and let her cry. She let it all go on my
shoulder for ten minutes. A real outburst of emotion
and heartfelt tears. I felt guilty for the thoughts
I had had earlier that afternoon, and wished I wasn't
a man. Then, out of the blue, Judy raised her head,
her eyes swollen and red, and pulled my mouth onto
hers. I was shocked by her sudden urge, and didn't
dare pull away for fear she would feel rejected at
her most vulnerable moment. So I let her kiss me
passionately, her tongue exploring mine with a sense
of urgency I hadn' t known for quite some time. And
shamefully, I became quite erect.
Not sure how to react to Judy' s sudden advances, I
let her make all the moves. I never thought of her as
being this aggressive, but perhaps she needed to feel
wanted right now. I wasn't going to stop her as I had
fantasized this moment many times before. I closed my
eyes and let her work her magic through my very being.
She reached between the seats and pulled a lever
pushing me backwards with the reclining seat. In this
position, I was totally helpless as she undid my belt
then the button to my pants. Expertly, she unzipped my
fly and pulled my engorged penis free and promptly put
her warm mouth over the head. I almost came then and
there as her bobbing head swallowed me whole - licking
every inch of my shaft so delicately then sucking the
head of my cock. I was sure she got a taste of pre-cum
as her tongue darted around the hole, causing her to
moan. I noticed she had somehow managed to pull her
skirt up around her waist and had slipped her left
hand into the top of her pantyhose - masturbating
herself while she sucked and licked my penis. This
made me explode inside her mouth and she gagged a
little as my stream of hot sperm hit the back of her
throat. She made no attempt to pull her mouth away,
and my cum dribbled down her chin and onto my pants.
I closed my eyes, shuddering from the force of my
ejaculation as Judy pulled herself up from my bobbing
penis, and kissed me. I had never tasted semen before,
but tasting my semen on Judy's tongue was very erotic
and caused an instant erection. She knew what she was
doing, and quickly pulled one leg out of her hose,
mounting me.
The inside of her body was very hot, and wet. She
ground her pelvis into me as I held on to her ass
cheeks - I knew she was close to orgasm from her
throaty growls escaping from her open mouth. Taking
her cue, I pulled her sweater up to her neck, revealing
her perfect breasts and erect nipples - and put one in
my mouth, sucking and tasting her for the first time. I
tasted her essence and I was intoxicated by her. Faint
traces of perfume lingered on her breasts and I found
it be a little bitter in my mouth. I pulled my face
away to admire her perfect body, smooth silky skin,
her nipples were a bright pink and fully erect, and
a slight red rash spread across her chest and splashed
onto her firm breasts. Then she came. A loud yell
filled the car as she convulsed on top of me. Her
nails dug deep into my chest as she tried to push me
into the seat, her orgasm soaking my pants. She
shuddered for a moment longer, then collapsed on top
of me - her breathing heavy in my ear.
We laid like that for several moments - her on top
of me with me still inside her. We hadn' t spoken a
word during our lovemaking, and we didn't say anything
now. As a matter of fact, we both seemed a little
embarrassed by what had just happened. Judy pulled her
hose back up, and tucked herself in - not looking while
I did the same. She turned the car on and wiped away
the snow from the windshield, and turned on the defog-
ger full blast before pulling back out onto the high-
way. The snow had let up leaving the pavement wet and
slushy as we drove back in silence.
She let me off in front of my apartment, thanking me
for the company and for being a friend. It was then
she told me she would be moving back to her home town
and wished me all the best. I stood there in the dark
watching her tail lights disappear into the night. I
never saw Judy again.
End.