There we were, walking towards the fresh grave. The rain was gentle and warm as we plopped the beer can next to the temporary grave marker. "Here's to the best sex I ever had!" my friend Teresa toasted with a beer and took a big drink.
"Tonia," her tear filled eyes looked at me, "It's been a long time, but I can still remember how good he felt with me!"
"He still lives on inside you," I hugged her, some of her beer spilling on my blazer. "His memories live on within you."
"God, how I wish I could have just one more fuck with him!" She sobbed.
"I know how you must feel," I consoled her, "Those were some fun times!" I remembered how Tim had changed when he got his bike. He was rather wild before, but after, well, I know he went to jail a couple of times and his whole group was wild and crazy!
I’d been to some parties with that group and remembered a few of them with a smile. If my husband ever knew what I had done at some of those parties…
Just then, I saw a pick-up truck pull up and Tim's wife slipped out. She was a sobbing mess of hair and leather. She was wearing a long black dress, but had thrown a motorcycle jacket over her. The "gang" that Tim ran with, all rode their bikes for the funeral procession, but Trish rode with Tim's best friend, Steve and some other guy I hadn’t met.
Trish and Tim had only been married a few months, just long enough for her to find out that Tim had stolen some money from a drug ring and, if that wasn't bad enough, had terminal cancer. He was living on borrowed time. Tim was killed over the drug deal and Trish felt a terrific amount of anger towards the people who'd never be caught and towards her dead husband for the mess he'd gotten into.
Steve was gorgeous! I'd seen him before, at a couple of the parties, but he looked so good to me today. When Teresa and I partied with Tim’s group, we'd done some drugs, some booze, and some impromptu sex! Teresa and I had sex with a few of the bikers, but Steve was always with some other girl. I had wanted him then and I wanted him now!
They had brought beer and were there to do the same thing we were doing. "Thanks for being here," Trish hugged us both.
"Yes," Steve hugged Teresa first and then me, "I glad you came." He hugged me tight and his hand slipped to my ass and pulled me tight against his body.
"Me too," I almost gasped, I was so hot for this guy, I would do just about anything for him.
“How about me?” the other guy tapped Steve on the shoulder.
“Oh!” Steve laughed, releasing my body, “This is Peter. Well his name is John, but we call him Peter.”
“You can call me John,” the broad shouldered man hugged me, “Until you discover why they call me Peter” he whispered in my ear.
They popped their beers and toasted Tim, all wishing things could have been different. "I knew I wouldn't have you long," Trish toasted, "It was good while it lasted."
Trish knew about Teresa and I from Tim's past. She started hugging Teresa and they talked about things they'd remember.
Teresa and Trish starting to walk around the cemetery, leaving Tim’s grave site while the soft rain continued. They'd walk a couple of steps, say something, laugh and then walk some more. They seemed to be getting along well
"While they’re talking about good memories,” Steve put his hand on my hip, “We could go over and make some memories in my truck," Steve offered.
Oh, God how I wanted him! "I don't think so," my lips lied about my feelings.
John had started walking around looking at some of the monuments and was out of hearing range.
"I've got something you'd really like," he whispered, "Long, thick and hard!" he licked my ear. "You'd love some nice long, thick and hard cock right now, wouldn't you?"
"We can't do that," I cringed, his hand on my back caressing me and gently rubbing my hips. "You'd better stop," I smiled.
"Getting to you?" he reasoned.
