Friends of the Younger Variety

by Matt Tims

  Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the feeling of finally being completely fed up with her husband, or maybe it was because there was a full moon out tonight. Jen couldn’t explain why she felt so excited, she just knew that she did. The idea of making out with some eighteen-year-old jock had her wet.

  “Me?” she playfully asked with an innocent schoolgirl smile.

  Tom raised his hand in the air and gave her a “come hither” motion with his index finger. “Don’t worry, Mrs. K, I don’t bite.”

  She stood up and slowly made her way to Tom’s seat. She felt a little woozy. Not drunk, but not completely in control either.

  “Here?” she asked bashfully while gingerly pointing at Tom’s leg. She could see that her shy girl act was pushing his buttons.

  “Right here,” Tom told her, resulting in his friend’s mom taking a seat on the edge of his knee. Her body was facing Kyle, but her head was turned back to look at him.

  Kyle went to the alarm app on his phone and set the stopwatch for twenty seconds. “Alrighty, lovebirds,” he huffed, placing his phone down on the table. “Timer’s set.”

  Excitement radiated from Tom as he gazed her in the eyes. “You ready?”

  She couldn’t believe that she was about to do this. Kissing one of her son’s best friends? That seemed like such an impossibility just twenty-four hours ago, but she found herself craving some love and affection after the day she’d had.

  She leaned in and gave him a soft peck on the lips before pulling back.

  “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!” Tom shouted, turning to get Kyle’s attention. “Stop the timer!”

  Kyle paused the countdown at sixteen seconds.

  “What was that?” Tom asked, reaching across the table to retrieve the game card. “You wanna read this for me?”

  Jen took the card out of his hand and read, “It’s time to get personal. Make out with another player for twenty seconds.”

  “What kind of make out was that?” he asked. “That’s how I kiss my Aunt Peggy!”

  She stared directly into Tom’s brown eyes. She had to be drunk. What else would explain what she was about to say? “Well, how about you man up and kiss me then?”

  “Is that what you want?” Tom asked her.

  “Maybe it is…” she answered.

  Tom grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into him. His lips quickly parted and much to his surprise, her mouth was open and waiting. Their tongues met as Jen felt him place his other hand on the small of her back and begin to slide it toward her butt. She slapped it away and pulled back slightly.

  “I don’t remember reading that on the card,” she said with a giggle.

  Tom didn’t smile back. Instead, he pulled her into him again as the buzzer from the timer sounded. It had no effect on him. He continued to make out with her just like he would with one of his girlfriends, his hand eventually leaving her back to explore her still damp hair.

  The hand she was resting on his shoulder began to wander down to his bulging bicep. The way he continued to kiss her right through the alarm was doing all kinds of things to her. There was something about a dominant guy which drove her wild. It was the complete opposite of her husband. Even when things were good, Mike never had a take-charge mentality. He always followed her lead. Sometimes a girl wants to be led, and it just so happened that an eighteen-year-old high school kid was doing the leading at this moment.

  Tom pulled back to be met by quite the sight. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, and her body still waiting for him to return. He observed her slowly opening her eyes after a few seconds, eventually realizing that their make out session was over.

  She watched him lean in one more time, extend his tongue, and quickly tangled it with hers. They gave each other one last lick, never breaking eye contact before she felt the strong teen give her a light push off of his lap.

  “I get a ‘what’s your biggest fetish question,’ and this fucking cocksucker gets to do that!?” Kyle complained angrily while roughly shoving Tom’s card to the bottom of the deck. He’d never felt so jealous about anything in his life. His friend—who wasn’t nearly as into Mrs. K as he was—just made out with her for close to a minute! And she liked it!

  Jen floated back to her seat. She could still remember the feeling of her first kiss back in middle school. Everyone recalls that moment: the feeling of pure ecstasy. The jolt you got from a pair of soft, wet lips touching your mouth for the first time. It made you feel like you could take on the world. She never thought she would experience that again as a married forty-two-year-old woman, but that was exactly what was happening. She was on cloud nine.

  Tom tried not to laugh after getting a look at his buddy. Kyle was fuming.

  “Fetish fuckin’ cunt question…” Kyle muttered to himself while walking over to the fridge. “Anyone want a fuckin’ beer!?” he asked in not the most pleasant of tones.

  “I think I’m good,” Tom smiled, glancing over at Mrs. K who still had a smitten look on her face.

  “I’ve had more than enough,” she answered with a slight slur to her words.

  Kyle came back to the table with a beer in hand, sitting down in his seat to stare a hole through his friend.

  “It’s your turn, Mrs. K,” Tom announced, trying to somehow get his Kyle’s piercing eyes off of him.

  Jen reached out and removed the next card from the deck. She flipped it over and set it down on the table to read. “Do you like rough sex? And if so, what’s your most hardcore fantasy?”

  Kyle’s eyes left Tom and shifted back over to Mrs. K. He could put his indescribable jealousy on the back burner for the moment. Now, this was a question he wanted to hear the answer to.

  She paused for a moment to think about how she wanted to word her answer in front of these two. Why was she still trying to sugarcoat things? Not only had she told a story about the time she blew two security guards back in college, but she’d just made out with one of them, for God’s sake! There was no reason to hold anything back at this point. She was just going to say it.

  “I love rough sex,” she boldly announced.

  Kyle closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Every time he thought this girl couldn’t be more perfect, she opened her mouth and proved him wrong.

  “Is that right?” Tom grinned.

  “Who doesn’t?” Jen continued. “I mean, I don’t have some crazy fetish or anything, but every girl enjoys a good manhandling from time to time.”

  Kyle raised his fist to his mouth and bit down. It was like every word that came out of her mouth was better than the last. This woman was flawless.

  “And most hardcore fantasy…” she said, taking a few seconds to consider that question. “I guess…I…well, I’ve never been with two guys at the same time.”

  Kyle and Tom shot each other a quick glance.

  “I mean, it sounds kind of fun. There’s really no way to not get manhandled in that situation,” she confessed, temporarily forgetting where she was.

  Tom opened his mouth to suggest that maybe Kyle and himself help make her fantasy a reality before he caught himself. Perhaps that was too much. The game in itself was an awfully big step forward from what their relationship had been for all these years.

  “I also always thought about swapping, or what’s it called when you exchange partners with different couples?” she asked.

  “Swinging?” Kyle chimed in.

  “Yeah, swinging,” Jen nodded her head. “But Mr. K was never on board with it.”

  Neither of the two friends said a word. Both were unsure of how to break the tension in the room after their buddy’s mom had just admitted to fantasizing about a threesome with two guys. And swinging? Just how wild was she?

  She slid her card toward the deck. “Well, I guess that’s that.”

  Kyle peered his eyes as he watched the card move along the table. “What’s that?” he asked. At the very bottom of the card was something written in extremely small font which he had yet to see throughout
the course of the game.

  She leaned in for a closer look. “Double Trouble,” she read. “What’s double trouble mean?”

  It took a minute, but Kyle eventually found the instruction card at the end of the table. He noticed a whole list of additional rules that he hadn’t seen earlier when he flipped it over. Apparently, there were specialty cards in the deck, and “Double Trouble” was one of them.

  “Double Trouble,” Kyle read off the card. “It’s time to go again. Pick another card.”

  Jen chuckled, “Lucky me…” A smile swiftly grew on her face after she retrieved a card from the deck. “Lucky me is right!”

  Kyle and Tom both waited curiously.

  “It’s getting hot in here,” she read excitedly. “It’s time for the rest of the players to remove their shirts!”

  She laughed as she leaned back in her chair, interlocked the fingers on her hands, and rested them behind her head. “Well, come on, boys. Let’s get those shirts off.”

  The guys both raised their t-shirts over their heads and tossed them onto the table.

  Jen instinctively wet her lips. Sure, she’d seen them using the pool shirtless more times than she could count, but she’d never seen them like this while she was drunk, and she definitely hadn’t seen them shirtless after making out with one of them. They looked a little different through her glassy eyes, and she certainly liked what she saw.

  “Look who’s enjoying herself now,” Tom laughed. He watched Mrs. K reach out and place her hand on Kyle’s bicep, giving it a firm squeeze with a big smile.

  “It’s about time I finally got a card that worked in my favor!” she giggled before grabbing Kyle’s beer and helping herself to a sip. “You’re up, sweetheart.”

  Kyle reached for a card while he continued to gaze at her. He didn’t know if she was drunk, flirty, or just having a good time. Whatever it was, he liked it.

  She found herself struggling not to stare at their bodies: the muscles, the definition, and the abs. Oh, how she loved guys with abs. There was no denying that she felt a little woozy from watching Kyle’s rock hard midsection flex after he reached out to grab a card either. This was quickly becoming heaven.

  Kyle suddenly jumped to his feet and did his best Tiger Woods fist pump impression.

  “What does it say?” Tom asked, wanting to know what caused his friend to have that type of reaction.

  “Yes!” Kyle shouted, trying not to scream and potentially wake the rest of the house. “Fuckin’ karma, dude!”

  Tom’s question was swiftly answered after Kyle approached him and handed the card over. “Oh, you lucky shit. I can’t even be mad about this one.”

  Jen was the only one out of the loop now. “What does it say?”

  Tom handed her the card.

  She probably should’ve at least pretended to be disappointed, or upset, or something. That was part of the game, right? She had to perform tasks that were inappropriate for her, and she acted all bummed while secretly having a blast going through with them. But she didn’t care anymore. An excitement unmatched by anything in a long time ran through her body when she finished reading that card. That overwhelming energy resulted in her bouncing out of her seat with a smile.

  “I’ll be right back,” she told them before scurrying off in the direction of the stairs, heading up to her room.

  Kyle wasn’t sure what he’d just saw. “Where’s she going?”

  “She’s probably going to hang herself,” Tom joked.

  Kyle shook his head and remarked, “I can’t believe she’s doing this, dude.”

  “No shit,” Tom said. “I can’t believe she’s playing this game with us at all. And she seemed excited after she read that card! Never in a million years would I have imagined her doing something like this, let alone having fun. And what about that fuckin’ blowjob story!?”

  “Crazy, right?” Kyle asked. “What did I say earlier? About her being a people-pleaser. Blowing security guards so her sorority’s party didn’t get shut down! Who called that shit?”

  “When you’re right, you’re right,” Tom was happy to admit. “I was positive I heard her mention that she doesn’t have a gag reflex earlier too.”

  “You fucking heard that!?” Kyle asked excitedly. He was trying his best to keep his voice down so Mrs. K wouldn’t hear them. “I thought I imagined that!”

  “No, she definitely said it,” Tom voiced. “I think we can do something tonight, dude.”

  Kyle wasn’t following. “Do something? With who? With Mrs. K?”

  “Maybe I’m imagining things, but she’s giving off some pretty strong signals in my opinion,” said Tom. “That blowjob story, the threesome fantasy, fuckin’ making out with me! She could’ve bailed at any time, but she went through with all of it, and she definitely could’ve made up some lame blowjob story. She didn’t though. She told that entire thing. I’m telling you, dude, she wants it.”

  Kyle had to get his biggest concern off his chest. “She seems kinda drunk though.”

  “Nah, she’s just buzzed,” Tom countered before pausing to reconsider. “Fuck, you might be right. She had what…” he turned to count the empty beers in front of her seat, “four beers?”

  “She’s what, a hundred and twenty pounds?” Kyle asked his buddy. “And she mentioned earlier that she barely ate today. It’s two in the morning and she’s telling us blowjob stories from college. That doesn’t sound like a drunk chick to you?”

  “God fucking dammit,” Tom muttered angrily as he realized Kyle was right.

  “I don’t want to do some shit and then have her wake up in the morning accusing us of whatever,” Kyle continued. “Listen, this is the perfect foundation for some shit. You got to make out with her and I’ve got my thing coming up, so this way if she’s still flirty and open with us when she’s sober, then we know we got something.”

  Tom was coming around to seeing his friend’s point. “Agreed. It’s just gonna suck if she wants to do something now and we don’t make a move tonight, only for it to turn out to be our only shot with her.”

  “I know, but we can’t—” Kyle quickly cut himself off as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “She’s coming.”

  Jen strutted back into the kitchen with a big smile and her hands behind her back.

  “What do ya got there, Mrs. K?” Kyle inquired.

  “Well, since your card said to have a player give you a lap dance, I decided to go ahead and add a little spice to it. That’s assuming you want me to give you the dance and not Tom,” she teased.

  Kyle laughed as he leaned back in his seat and waited for her reveal. “I’ve gotten plenty of dances from Tom, so I think I’ll settle for you this time.”

  Jen smiled before moving her hands in front of her to show the guys what she was hiding. She held a pair of nude-colored platform wedge sandals with six inch cork heels. “They don’t really match my outfit” she said, glancing down at her little black shorts and old gray t-shirt, “but being a heel guy and all, I doubt you care.”

  Kyle took a deep swallow, but couldn’t find any saliva in his throat. “Um…yeah, that works,” he barely managed to get out. He was attempting to maintain his composure in front of his dream girl, but that was becoming an ever more challenging task with each passing second.

  “Great,” she smiled. “So, how are we doing this?”

  “Um, Kyle, maybe you should take your chair over to the living room so you two have some more space,” Tom said to his friend, trying to snap him out of whatever fantasy he was currently lost in.

  Jen skipped over to the living room, making no attempt to hide her excitement. “If I’m being totally honest, I’ve always wanted to give a lap dance.”

  Tom plopped down on the couch, still struggling to process how the past hour had unfolded. “Well, fortunately for you, Mrs. K, this lucky little shit is more than happy to be your test dummy.”

  She grinned at Kyle as he set his chair down in the middle of the floor, his hand
s trembling with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. His anticipation caused her to rush into her heels and tighten them as quickly as she could. The stud sitting in the chair wouldn’t have to wait much longer for his fantasy to come true.

  She looked over at Tom and asked, “How about some music?”

  Tom responded by pointing up at the ceiling. “Are you sure? Aren’t we gonna wake them up?”

  “I just checked on both of ‘em,” she told him, dismissing his concern with a wave of her hand. “Believe me, they aren’t waking up.”

  Tom pulled out his phone and began scrolling through his music. “Okay, let’s see here. How about this?”

  She immediately rolled her eyes as a hip-hop song came on. “No, no, no,” she told him with her hands on her hips, “I’m a rock girl.”

  “I don’t listen to that shit,” he said while continuing to look through his music for something that fit her taste. “How about this?”

  A slow-moving, artsy, indie rock song began to play.

  “Are you serious?” she questioned.

  “Okay, give me a minute,” Tom huffed. He left his library and journeyed to the main music page. “Lap…dance…music…” he said under his breath, typing the words into the search box as he spoke. He scrolled down until he reached the playlist section. “Ah ha!” he shouted. “Lap dance playlist.”

  “Now we’re getting somewhere,” she energetically exclaimed. She glanced down at Kyle and noticed his feet nervously bouncing on the floor. His anticipation for this moment was only building more of a fire inside her.

  “Ah shit,” Tom remarked. “It’s pretty much all hip-hop.”

  She rolled her eyes once again. “God, your generation is doomed. The music you guys listen to is so terrible.”

  A song suddenly jumped out at Tom which didn’t necessary belong with the other rap and hip-hop tunes. He could’ve sworn that he remembered it from one of those guitar video games they played as kids. “Wait, I think this might work. What about, ‘Cherry Pie?’”

  “Perfect!” Jen jumped with enthusiasm. It was a sexy, raunchy, hair metal song from her youth. It was the exact thing she was looking for.