My best friend in school was Pete, a year behind me but we were inseparable. I had dated Pete’s sister briefly but that didn’t last as she couldn’t handle me spending more time hanging with her brother than her.
About six months after I finished high school I joined the Air Force, university would have been a waste of time for me, I wasn’t ready and was looking to learn some marketable skills and travel some before settling down. I had just finished basic training and was stationed with my first line squadron when I got a call from Pete. He and his girlfriend were getting married and he wanted me to be the best man. Of course, I was thrilled and immediately started planning my leave to attend the wedding the following summer.
At some point Pete must have decided it was time to start being a contributing member of society so after a couple of conversations with me he decided to put on his country’s uniform and join the Air Force as well. I was excited when he told me and we talked about how awesome it would be if we were stationed together down the road.
The weeks and months passed and finally, the big day came. The rehearsal and dinner went off without a hitch as did the stag night. Pete’s fiancée, Amy, placed me in charge of keeping Pete out of jail and getting him to the church on time and in decent shape. We went to a club near the local university and there was a group of girls there who, once they heard he was getting married, decided that Pete’s fidelity needed to be challenged. They spent most of the night dragging him onto the dance floor, bumping and grinding with and against him to see if he would try to pick one of them up but he was a hero, resisting all advances despite his inebriated state. Just after 2 AM I finally got him out of there after many well wishes from the girls and from others we knew and had just met.
The next day went smoothly, after we nursed our hangovers and got ready we made it to the church with time to spare. The wedding went off without a hitch as did the reception, everyone seemed to have a great time. Just before the bride and groom left Amy came up to me and thanked me for looking after Pete and making sure he was where he needed to be. She hugged me tightly and as I bent to kiss her cheek she turned her face and my lips met hers. The touch of her lips on mine was like an electric shock, it startled me so. I tried to pull away but she pulled me closer to her and let her lips linger on mine for longer than was probably appropriate for the day.
She finally broke away, licked her lips, and said, “I’ve wanted to do that since 10th grade!” I was speechless so I just grinned stupidly and turned to hide in the washroom as they left, hoping that Pete hadn’t seen what had happened.
A few months after their wedding I got a call from Pete, he was being stationed at the same base where I was and would be arriving in a month. Although we wouldn’t be on the same squadron, we could at least hang out together and continue our friendship. Pete and Amy arrived, and they stayed at my place for a couple of weeks until they found an apartment not far from the base. Amy found a job at a local daycare and things were going well until Pete was due for deployment.
His first away trip was going to be a short one with his unit deploying to Hawaii for an extended training exercise. I had deployed there the previous year and was filling Pete in on the sights to see when Amy came in from work and as soon as she found out what we were talking about she turned surly. It seems she was not pleased at the prospect of being left on her own for three weeks while her new husband was off on “a Hawaiian vacation” as she put it.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, Iain will be here to look after you if anything needs doing while I’m gone, right buddy?” he said trying to soothe his wife’s anxiety.
“Sure,” I replied, “I’ll even take you out to a movie or something a couple of times while he’s gone so you don’t go stir-crazy.”
Amy smiled and said, “I know, this was part of the deal when we got married but that doesn’t mean I’ll like it. I’ll just have to lean on Iain for a couple of weeks.” She turned and went toward their bedroom giving me a wink that Pete couldn’t see as she went. I immediately thought back to the long lingering kiss she had given me at their wedding reception and my cock twitched a little at the memory. I finished up my beer and got up telling Pete I had promised to meet one of my workmates to help him with his car and I left.
A few weeks later Pete’s crew went away and after a couple of days, I got home and found a message from Amy on my answering machine. Seems she was a bit lonely and wondered if I’d like to go out to a pub for supper and a couple of beers. I called her back and told her I’d meet her there in an hour. I quickly showered and changed and headed for the restaurant. I walked in and noticed that Amy wasn’t there yet so I picked a table and ordered my pint. It was only a short wait when Amy walked in, as she did every head turned. She was stunning! I had noticed how attractive she was in school but I had always considered her out of my league.
Her trim 5’ 8” figure was dressed in a flowing flower print dress, bare legs, and heels. Her red hair falling in soft curls to her shoulders accentuated her green eyes and the green and gold colors in her dress. Her face was made up perfectly, not overdone but with just enough eye shadow, blush, and lipstick in the right shades to accentuate her features.
She waved when she saw me and walked over to our table, I stood up to greet her and noticed the soft scent of her perfume flowing past as she moved behind me to her chair. I pulled out her chair and pushed it back in as she sat down, enthralled to be with the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen.
“Hi Iain,” she said as she sat down, “thanks for coming out. I was going a bit crazy alone in that apartment.”
“My pleasure, I never turn down an offer of dinner from a beautiful woman,’ I replied as I took my seat. “Wow, you look wonderful, Pete is a very lucky man.”
“Well aren’t you sweet,” she smiled, “I like to look nice when I go out, makes me feel good after working all day.” We chatted for a bit about work and whether or not she’d heard from Pete since he left. She said he called at about 4 AM, midnight in Hawaii, drunk as a skunk and lonesome. She said he wanted to have phone sex but she was turned off by his being so drunk so she ended up telling him to call back when he’s sober and she’d think about it.
“I’m sure he just crawled into a corner and jacked off!” she said laughing. I laughed with her but thought to myself, “If I had you at home, I’d be checking up on it too.”
We ordered supper and another round and had one more round afterward. After three pints I was in no state to drive but I knew that if we stayed there I would likely make a pass at her and as Pete was my best mate, I suggested we should probably call it a night as we both had to work the next day but she disagreed.
“Nonsense!” she objected, “It’s only early. Take me dancing, I want to dance.” I knew this was probably a bad idea but I found myself unable to resist this gorgeous young woman across from me. I paid the bill for dinner and we went out to grab a cab. It was still early, only 9 o’clock but she said she knew a piano bar that we could stop at before the club she wanted to go to got busy. She gave the cab driver the address and settled back into the seat beside me. She reached over and kissed my cheek and looped her hand into the crook of my elbow, pulling me close to her. Her perfume was intoxicating, I wanted to smell it, and her, forever as the cab rolled along.
The cab stopped in front of the bar and we got out, Amy insisting that she pay since I had picked up dinner. We went inside and I noticed there were about twenty or so people seated at the small tables with a few more around the piano, some of whom had obviously been there for quite some time already. We ordered drinks and sat back to enjoy the music adequately performed by a silver-haired gentleman who was taking requests.
After a few songs, he started playing a song I recognized but couldn’t quite remember the name. it was a slow bluesey-jazzy kind of number and after a few more bars the tune started coming to me. I started mouthing the words as they came to me and then began singing along softly. Amy took my hand and stood me up, leading me to a small section of parquet floor to one side of the piano. I held her as respectfully as my growing infatuation allowed and we swayed slowly in time to the rhythm.
“You dance nicely,” she whispered, “I like the way your hand fits on my waist.” She pulled me a little closer and our bodies touched ever so slightly as we moved. Her breasts were just brushing my shirt and our thighs would occasionally touch as we swayed. “Sing to me,” she asked, “I like your voice when you sing.” I continued singing softly until the song ended, and we turned and applauded along with the other guests. I excused myself and went up to the piano player, dropping a couple of singles in his tip glass.
“Anything special you’d like to hear?” he asked.
“Not really, you’re doing a fine job,” I answered as I turned and went back to my “date”. Amy excused herself to the washroom and while she was gone I sat there wondering what I was getting myself into. She came back to our table and we continued to chat about everything and nothing, my fascination with this adorable creature growing every moment. Suddenly her phone rang, she fished it out of her purse and answered it.
“Oh Hi sweetie!” she said, “I’m glad you called.” I excused myself so they could talk privately. I was only away from the table a minute or so when Amy waved me over and held out the phone.
“Pete wants to talk to you,” she said as I took it.
“Hey buddy, how’s Hawaii?” I asked.
“Nice, really nice.” Pete replied, “I gotta bring Amy here someday she would love it. Listen I just wanted to say thanks for keeping an eye on Amy while I’m away. I know that if she’s with you she’ll be well looked after.”
Pete and I obviously had differing opinions as to what looking after his wife consisted of but I resolved to not violate my friend's trust.
“Don’t worry buddy, she’s in good hands.” I signed off and handed the phone back to Amy so she could say goodnight to her husband. She pressed the end button and sighed as she dropped her phone back into her purse.
“He promised he wouldn’t call home drunk again tonight,” she laughed as she finished her drink. “Now I’m lonelier than ever, I really miss him.” A sad look came across her face for a moment then she brightened up. “Ah fuck him,” she said firmly, “if he can go out on the town, so can I.” She waved the waiter over and ordered another round. Our drinks came after a few minutes just as the pianist started another song.
“Oh please Iain, dance with me, I love this one!” she said dragging me out of my chair again. The song was a soft version of the Beatles' “In My Life”, a song that I remember had been played at Amy and Pete’s wedding. This time there was no thought of respectable distance between us as Amy pulled me close to her and wrapped her arms around my neck. My hands found her waist again and we swayed slowly, she nuzzling her cheek to mine. Too soon on one hand, and not soon enough on the other, the song ended and we just stopped.
Amy reached up and kissed me softly, the most sensual kiss I had ever experienced, her lips pulling on my lower one a little as our mouths parted. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants as I held her firm body against mine, her perfume now combining with the unmistakable scent only a woman can generate when she is becoming aroused. We parted and she took my hand leading me towards the door. We stepped onto the street and she kissed me again but I stopped her after only a second.
“Amy, we shouldn’t…” I objected.
“If you’re going to say we shouldn’t be doing this, don’t,” she panted. “That asshole went to fucking Hawaii and left me here alone. Then he calls all liquored up and starts talking dirty to me last night, getting me all horny and tonight he calls and is all apologetic, only to say he has to go, the guys are waiting to go hit the bars. Well fuck that!” she exclaimed. She kissed me again, urgently this time, biting my lips and pushing her tongue into my mouth. “Hail a cab,” she commanded, “if you’re lucky I won’t fuck your brains out on the way to my place.”
I surrendered and waved down a cab, we climbed in and she gave the driver her address. It wasn’t far, only about 10 minutes to her apartment, after I paid the fare we went up the elevator, Amy trying to kiss me all the way there. I fended her off telling her to wait till we got to her place before we went any further. I was still hoping I could talk my best friend’s wife out of what she was thinking but part of me wanted to take her and ravish her. She took the key out of her purse, unlocked the door, and stepped inside, I waited at the door knowing that if I entered I would probably violate my friend’s trust by having sex with his wife. Amy turned to me as I hesitated.