by: Jack Duncan©
Claire was the last person I ever expected to hear from but Thursday afternoon she phoned to say she was in town on business with her husband and wished to invite me and Jeannie for dinner.
Claire is a sorority sister of my older sister and away back in my college years sis had set me up to take her to the sorority formal. She was a big good looking gal with a fabulous body and I was more than happy to so I rented a tux, had a gardenia corsage delivered to her house, borrowed a friends car and had a wonderful evening. Later we drove down to Riverside Park and did a little necking - correction, we did a lot of necking. She let me fondle her lush tits and kiss the nipples. I got a humungous hard on and she lightly ran her fingertips along it but when I put my hand on her knee and started toward the promised land, she pushed me away.
“No - I don’t want my first time to be in a car. You take me to the engineers' ball and after we’ll get a room and do it properly. Now please take me home before I change my mind.” That was just two weeks before I fell so completely ape shit in love with Jeannie.
I know it was not the gentlemanly thing to do and I didn’t handle it very diplomatically but I told Claire that I would not be taking her to the engineers' ball. She did not take it kindly and that’s an understatement. She had some harsh words for me and threatened some unspeakable reprisals. Her whole sorority ceased speaking to me - even my sister declined to acknowledge my presence for a whole month. That’s why I was surprised that Claire got in touch all these years later. Anyway - Jeannie had just put a rib roast in the oven so insisted that I pick them up and bring them to dinner at our place. I drove down to the hotel to get them while Jeannie got out the guest dinnerware and the good gin.
Claire’s husband, Roger, turned out to be a tall, women might say handsome, man - rather quiet and reserved, but Claire made up for that with an endless line of chatter about the old days and other friends. As is usual when the subject is college days, the conversation included several sexual escapades. “Jack here was my first you know - back seat of a borrowed Buick.” Claire announced and tossed back her martini.. Roger looked confused and Jeannie calmly refilled the glass.
I didn’t think it would be polite to contradict her - and who'd believe me anyway - so I just gave Roger a sheepish look. He gave me an understanding nod and there was more humor than chagrin in his smile as he gave Claire’s hand a reassuring squeeze.
Claire put her glass on the coffee table. “I’d better not have any more - doctor’s orders. Oh dear, that reminds me; I left my insulin at the hotel, could you run me back to get it? So careless of me.”
“I’d better stay here to keep an eye on the roast.” Jeannie spoke up. “You drive her down, honey. Roger will keep me company.”
As we drove away from the house Claire laughed. “I don’t have any insulin - don’t need it - never have. That was just to get you away to where you and I can talk. Do you know a good place to park?”
I drove the two miles to Seaman’s Lookout (‘Lookout for semen’ is what the local kids call it) and switched off. Below us the island ferry was just pulling out. Light fog was building in the sound.
“That’s a picture postcard.” Claire sighed and shifted closer to me. “I’m almost but not completely ready to forgive you for what you did back in college.”
I ran my arm along the back of the seat and dropped my hand on her shoulder. “What I did was unforgivable.” I said penitently. “I have never done anything in my life I regret so much.”
“You have no idea what vile retributions I planned for you. I even put a shadow box on the wall above by bed to put your balls in after I ripped them off with a spoon.” She leaned against me and I stroked her shoulder.
“Ouch, that’s vicious.”
“Well I just wanted to let you know that the shadow box has been removed and I hold no more resentment.
She presented her lips for a kiss and returned it with considerable passion. I ran my hand over her still firm bosom but when I placed it on her knee she picked it off and placed it back on her tit. “You’re not that forgiven.” She said sternly. “You had your chance for that back in college and anyway you know I don’t do it in a car.”
I gave up. “I suppose we should be getting back to the house then. Your husband will be wondering what we’re up to.”
“Oh, he’s not my husband.” She exclaimed. “I just met him on the plane and promised him dinner and a nice piece of ass if he’d pretend to be. I didn’t think your wife would appreciate my showing up stag.”
“She probably wouldn’t.” I admitted. “But we’d better be getting back before the dinner’s cold.”
“That roast won’t be done for at least another twenty minutes so shut up and gimme another kiss.”
“You just got me out here to torment me with what I passed up.” I complained.
“I’ll take what revenge I can.” She retorted and stuck her tongue down my throat.
Jeannie was taking the roast out of the oven as we arrived at the house. It was slightly overdone but dinner was still a success. Jeannie and Claire got quite chummy and after eating we took our drinks to the front room. Claire seated herself beside me and kept innocently brushing those big tits against me until I began to envy Roger that friendly piece of ass he had been promised. Jeannnie noticed all this and retaliated by sitting beside Roger and putting an arm around him. I was beginning to think that maybe we had the makings of a party when Claire announced that Roger had a busy day tomorrow and they’d better call it a night. Roger didn’t back off a bit when Jeannie gave him a big good-bye kiss. He had both hands on her ass before Claire broke it up. We drove them to their hotel and declined a half-hearted invitation for a nightcap in the bar. When we got home I hustled Jeannie directly to the bedroom.
It was a mess - sheets in disarray and a pillow on the floor. I looked quizzically at Jeannie.
“You came back a bit more quickly than expected - didn’t have time to pick up” She explained. “That was a pretty lame excuse Claire gave to get you back to her hotel room." She continued. "Roger didn’t buy it at all and as he had already been so embarrassed by her revealing your youthful affair with her, I figured the polite thing to do was offer him a friendly little piece of ass to even things up all around.” She paused and a little smile appeared on her lips. “Actually he was rather good; I enjoyed it and I knew you wouldn’t mind as you were getting screwed too - no?”
“Yeah,” I admitted. “I got screwed too.”
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