Author's Note: The events described in this story actually happened and are recorded here as told to me. Where detail is omitted or memory is limited, I have filled in with dialogue or imaginative description, sometimes exaggerated or fictional. Never the less, the story is based on real events. However, I have severely shortened the time frame of the events to facilitate the telling of the story. This condensation of the time frame of the events has the unfortunate consequence of portraying the protagonist as some sort of superhuman sexual partner although he is not opposed to the description. I can assure you that he is as normal as you and I and I hope the reader can dismiss this characterization and enjoy the story.
We're all human. I think that's a safe assumption since you're reading this and, in my limited experience, I've never encountered a non-human that can read. As humans, and probably non-humans as well, we have something in common - we all make mistakes. I once knew a fellow who took umbrage at that observation. He claimed to have made only one mistake in his life. He thought he had made a mistake but, on further examination, he hadn't. His mistake was that he thought he had made a mistake.
All that aside, when I was twenty-four and between wives for the first time, I made a horrendous mistake. A life changing mistake. A mistake that still stands as the biggest mistake of my life although it worked out okay at the time.
At the time, I was living in a one bedroom, second floor apartment above a couple about my own age. I had a full-time job without alimony or child support payments, and I volunteered with the township fire department as a rescue squad member. Back then, before EMT's, we only had advanced first aid training. Not much by today's standards but sufficient for the time. I was fairly well known in town at the time and had a number of acquaintances in the police and fire departments.
I was never reluctant to get it on with the ladies, an issue in my divorce. At the time, I was thick headed, arrogant and insensitive. I was unable to see the error of my activities let alone accept responsibility for them.
Within a month of my wife of less than a year moving out, I was fucking a big titted, Catholic girl in the backseat of my car or at her parent's house when they weren't home. Patti told me she was born to fuck and I was eager to contribute to her birthright. I wasn't her only partner but I didn't care. She once showed me a calendar that she explained was her insurance if she became pregnant. There were initials in most of the dated boxes. There were few open dates and my initials were the most frequent. Rubbers, that was what we called condoms at the time, were a constant companion for both of us.
We enjoyed each other's company so much that we occasionally rented a room at a low rent motel at the edge of town. The motel was an inconvenient expense for me even when we split the cost. We needed a better venue.
Why not my apartment? Simple. I didn't want to be seen publically leading women into my apartment as it might damage my reputation in my small town where everyone knew what everyone else was up to. Patti agreed. She didn't want anyone to assume anything that might label her either.
That's when three of my acquaintances caught up to me in the diner and offered me a deal. Alvin and Theodore were married, paid firemen. Simon was a policeman. He wasn't married but he was engaged.
They all had regular mistresses. Hot chicks that satisfied their sense of adventure while allowing them to have conservative relationships with their wives and fiancé. What caused them to approach me was never explained but their pitch was a possible solution to my problem.
They had located an apartment, about fifteen miles west of town that they could use to satisfy their carnal, extramarital, activities. The problem was, they wanted at least one more participant to share the cost and they thought I might be interested. Their proposal interested me since, although unmarried, I wanted to preserve the sanctuary that was my apartment. They wanted me to chip in fifty dollars a month toward the rent.
Even back then, two hundred dollars a month didn't seem enough to rent a decent apartment but, what the hell, all they wanted it for was to get laid. I signed up and gave them fifty dollars. Two days later, they gave me an address two towns away and a key. They also told me they were having a group gathering to christen the new apartment on Saturday at one pm and they invited me to bring my girlfriend and some beer.
I mentioned it to Patti. She wasn't enthusiastic but I explained that it was cheaper than a motel once a week and more private. She agreed to come with me but she wasn't going to fuck me in front of anyone else and she didn't approve of me fucking anyone else in front of her. Even though I hadn't seen the apartment, I told her it had a separate bedroom and that seemed to at least nudge her curiosity.
I picked up Patti Saturday morning. We stopped for beer and lunch and then headed for the apartment. The address Simon gave me was to an auto collision repair shop. Confused, it took us a few minutes to realize that the apartment was over the business, up a long stairway on the outside of the building to a door on the second floor.
We climbed the stairs and I used the key to open the door. The inside was dimly lit only from the light through the windows. Three couples greeted us. It appeared that they had been there for a while but the atmosphere was anything except a party. While Simon introduced everyone, Theodore and his girlfriend, Nona, Alvin and his girlfriend Sarah and his girlfriend Cindi.
I was looking around the room. I could feel Patti tensing up next to me. As insensitive as I was, I could understand her reaction. The one room apartment was a mess. There was no furniture unless you considered the numerous stained mattresses scattered around as furniture. The floor was littered with candy wrappers, fast food carry out bags, empty beer cans and liquor bottles. I think I even saw a couple of used rubbers among the trash. The whole thing even smelled bad, a condition that the half dozen air fresheners couldn't disperse.
Patti gripped my hand tightly. I concluded that the tension I felt in the room was from the other three women who felt similarly to Patti. I realized in that moment that I'd made a mistake. Potentially a life changing mistake. A mistake that might associate Patti and me with men like the three men in the room with us. A mistake I needed to correct immediately. I determined that Patti and I weren't staying.
Simon was looking at me, waiting for me to introduce Patti and me. Instead, I said, "Simon this isn't what I expected. Patti and I won't be staying."
I tossed him the key and told him to keep the fifty dollars and the beer but not to expect another contribution. Patti and I left and started down the outside stairway. We were near the bottom when someone called from the top.
"Wait for us," she said.
I turned around to see who was calling us. All three women were on the stairway behind us. Cindi was leading the way and I assumed it was her that had called out. Patti and I reached my car and waited for the others to catch up.
The five of us stood in an awkward group. I realized that I hadn't introduced Patti and me upstairs. I started the conversation. "I'm David and this is Patti. I'm sorry but I didn't get your names upstairs. I was too focused on the environment."
Cindi smiled. "Forgiven. We weren't particularly happy about the apartment but were afraid to say anything until you spoke up. This is Nona and Sarah and I'm Cindi."
None of them looked much older than nineteen. I learned later that Cindi was twenty.
"Nice to meet you," said Patti and shook each of their hands.
That meeting shook my conscious. For maybe the first time, I began to understand how my actions affected others. I owed Patti an apology. "Patti, I'm sorry I subjected you to that. You're better than that even if I'm not."
"Apology accepted," she said. "At least you realized it before it got out of control and I never thought you were like those guys. What do we do now?"
"I think we need to talk about today," offered Sarah. "I, at least, need to reconsider who I am and what I mean to those around me."
"Good thinking," agreed Cindi. "I've already decided that Simon is history. Even if he's a cop."
"I agree," commented Nona. "Although I think I'll just tell Ted to fuck off."
Everybody laughed. "Can we go somewhere to talk?" asked Sarah.
Nobody had an immediate suggestion. Finally, Patti said, "Dave has his own apartment."
"Nothing like we've just seen, I hope," commented Cindi.
"I've never seen it," said Patti. "But I know Dave and I recommend it sight unseen."
"Great," said Sarah. "Only two problems. Where is it and how do we get there?"
I was startled by the direction of the discussion. I had been arduously trying to keep my apartment separate from my less than socially acceptable activities and now, four attractive women were inviting themselves there. Something was happening between these women that hadn't known each other until about ten minutes ago and they seemed to include me as a founding member of the group. Probably because I led the exodus from the unsanitary den their boyfriends had thought was suitable for them.
"What the hell," I thought. "This is different from what I was trying to avoid happening in my apartment."
I made another decision that wasn't a mistake. I conceded that what was happening in the moment was more important than protecting my reputation. I'd already pissed off two firemen and a policeman. What else could be more damaging than that?
I started to give them driving directions when I realized that each of them had arrived with their former boyfriends and they didn't have transportation.
"Hop in," I said. "I'll drive.
Patti gave me a huge kiss. "Thank you," she said and we all managed to squeeze into my AMC Hornet, Patti in the front and the other three crammed in the back seat.
Thirty-five exciting minutes later we arrived at my garden apartment complex and I led the bevy of women to my door. Before unlocking the door, I asked them to keep the noise down. "I have neighbors and I don't want to disturb them any more than necessary."
I opened the door and we all trooped up the stairs to the second floor. "This is really nice," commented Nona.
