This is Jesse's story; these will be her words, her thoughts, her emotions. My sole purpose is to present her story to the reader in a readable manner, in an accurate manner, with no editing by me. She made me promise to do this, as she asked, and I promised. I always keep my promises to Jess.
Her Story
Teri visits; Part I
The phone call was from Teri and Rick. Teri's mom was having surgery, a big deal surgery and Teri was coming in for a few days. Could she stay with us for a few days? Her other brothers and sisters had claimed all available space at her mom's place.
"Hell, No!" I screamed into the phone, and hearing his shocked silence, I began to laugh, "Gotcha'" I yelled into Rick's ear.
Of course it was okay, and then I spoke with Teri, getting her flight time and all. I told her she could use my car for transportation while she was in town, and I would use Ray's company car.
Ray called later, as he did every night when on the road, and I filled him in on the turn of events. I told him that when I picked up Teri, I'd grab his car from the lot for me to use, but that I'd pick him up on Thursday night when he came home.
Typical Ray response; "Okay."
Nothing rattles that guy.
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Teri followed me into the garage after the airport thingy. I helped her with her bags and such, told her get comfortable and I'd order a pizza for us tonight.
"I hope you have some cold beer," she yelled down the hall.
"Honey, I always have cold beer in my house," reaching for the phone, trying to decide between thin or thick crust.
We were finishing the last couple of pieces at the breakfast nook, along with our second, or was it third? beer. Doesn't matter, it was all good. Teri remarked that she and Rick still talk about our weekend in Vegas a few months back, about what a great time that was. Of course I agreed with her and told her that Ray and I felt the same way, as well.
She hesitated a bit, as if she were going to say something else, but didn't; she then stood and said she was going to call her sister to find out about the surgery time and all that.
I told her, "okay, I'll be in the hot tub, and you're welcomed to join me if you'd like."
Teri joined me about a half-hour later, two fresh, cold beers in hand, and not a stitch of clothes on. We toasted each other with our beer bottles and took a long pull, the cold beer causing goose bumps to flesh.
Teri just looked at me, smiling, and told me what she wanted to tell me, earlier, in the breakfast nook.
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"Back in Vegas, when you went down on me? That was the first time for me."
She said that once, when she and Rick were with a couple they had met at a swingers' party, she and the wife were making out, kissing and feeling each other up. Teri said she was just horny enough to give 'it' a try and would have, except for the wife's change in attitude.
The wife, all of a sudden, got demanding and started talking to her dirty, calling her ugly names, calling her a 'cunt-munching pussy slave', and derogatory things like that. Teri said she felt humiliated and told Rick that she wanted to leave.
She said it was a horrible experience, one that has kept her away from even thinking about trying it again. She told me that she was surprised that she let me 'do that' to her, and was sure it was because she was so stoned.
I sympathized with her and told her that one of the reasons that Ray and I keep our circle of 'friends', with 'benefits' so small, is that there are a lot of freaks out there. I told her that I, and I'm sure Ray, prefer quality of relationships over quantity.
"I hear that, girlfriend!" I remember her saying, tipping her beer towards me.
I then told her of how I met Kathy and that, before Kathy, I had not even thought of making love with a woman, "but that sure changed fast," I told her, laughing as I said it.
She apologized for the umpteenth time, for inconveniencing us, and I told her to shut up, that I was happy for the company during the week because of Ray's travels.
"I figured that Kathy took care of that problem for you," laughing afterwards.
"No, despite what you might think, Kathy and I don't eat each other every night when Ray's out of town," laughing with her.
I added that many times we just go out to supper, or for a cocktail, and had no sex at all. She looked at me skeptically, but then nodded in understanding.
We finished our beers and decided to hit the hay; her mom's operation was early and I had work. I reminded her to take my work number 'just in case' and she promised she would. Saying goodnight after drying ourselves, we 'cheek-kissed' and she went off to the guest bedroom.
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We caught up with each other the next evening, Teri looking tired and worn out. The news from the hospital was good, the operation went well, and the sibs would take turns sitting at the hospital until she was out of ICU.
"Good news," I told her, and then I suggested that she hit the shower and freshen up, that she'd feel better, and that I would whip us up a salad. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, saying that all sounded good, that she'd see me after her shower.
She looked much better as she bounced down the stairs, a sleep-tee on, looking like she was a new woman. Popping the tops off of some beers, we took it all out onto the deck, eating in the cool night air, enjoying the stars.
I had showered quickly when I heard hers turn off. My hair is short and takes a towel drying only, thankfully. I had just gotten downstairs when she came out of her bathroom. I had changed into a pair of sleeping shorts, and undershirt, a 'wife-beater's shirt'.
Teri started laughing, almost choking with salad in her mouth, and just pointed to my chest. I looked down to find both of my nipples pushing hard against the thin material, looking like little mountain tops.
"It's the night air," I said, laughing with her.
