"Your set is great. I need to get my own!" I texted my best friend, Tim Anderson. I had just finished a round of golf and was driving to his house to return his borrowed clubs.
"Yes you do," the reply came. "No one's home. Just come around to the back porch and leave them there."
Tim and I were both 24 years old and had been friends since childhood. While each of us had decent jobs, we were still living in the suburbs with our parents and commuting into the city. Come the fall, we had plans to share an apartment downtown. We were both ready to get away from family and feel more like adults.
The Anderson's house was at the end of a tree-lined cul-de-sac, less than a mile from where I lived. With a backyard pool and an expansive deck, their home had long been my favorite summer hangout. I parked my car in front, grabbed the clubs, and walked around to the back. As I made my way, I heard the sound of a woman moaning in what sounded like distress.
One step around the corner and I could see the pool area and the moaning woman. There was Tim's younger sister, Kathleen, lying completely naked on a deck chair with her legs spread. And she was getting fucked with a capital F. The guy had a hold of her ankles and was moving back and forth like a machine. All I could see was his toned ass, but when he turned his head to the side, I realized Jeremy Collins was the one nailing my best friend's sister.
"Fuck, where has this fantastic cock been all my life?" she whimpered. I stood in place, not more than 50 yards from them, debating whether to sneak off or continue watching.
Kathleen was two years younger than Tim and I and had just graduated college. She was the last girl I would have expected to see taking a hard drilling in her backyard. Always prim and proper; never missing an opportunity to shoot a disgusted look at me and Tim if we were drinking or smoking pot. I once offered her a beer at a party and she recoiled as if I was passing her a bottle of rat poison.
I was just as surprised to see Jeremy Collins on top. I never thought girls were his preference. We were on the same varsity tennis team in high school when he was a sophomore and I was a senior. One day he asked me if I wanted to stay after practice and smack some balls around; his tone made me suspect he wasn't talking about tennis. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little bi-curious at the time, but I didn't take any action. That would come in college when a drunken porno night with my roommate ended with us sucking each other off, an extra circular activity we engaged in a few more times over the years.
After two minutes of watching them I started to feel guilty. I could always return Tim's golf clubs another time. But as I began to retreat, I lost my grip on the shoulder strap and three clubs came rattling out of the bag. An obviously startled Kathleen squealed and Jeremy quickly dismounted. They both looked in my direction, spotting me simultaneously.
