Cheatin’

Ah yes, the timeless art of seduction.  

Having a female friend can be a wonderful thing.  Especially when she doubles as your drinking partner.

Some guys will tell you it’s impossible to have a girl “friend” because sex will always be on your mind.  This statement gains credibility if she’s hot. 

In college, I had the pleasure of having three hot girls as neighbors.  For privacy reasons, I will use their real names.

I dated Sheila first.  She was a former girlfriend of one of my roommates so we kept our affair quiet.  Don’t accuse me of breaking Man Law.  He had already moved on and I was helping her do the same.  The spring semester ended and so did our relationship.  The good news was I had become friends with her roommates, Cathy and Suzie.

A few years later, I moved to Cathy’s home town.  It was great because she knew the cool places to go.  She also knew how to suck start a Harley but today’s story isn’t about her.  Our tryst lasted a summer and then it was gone.

Suzie was the third leg of the Triple Crown.  She lived in the same town and we became close friends.  She was a petite 5-foot tall, barely weighed 100 lbs., with huge 34-Ds.  I knew this because I checked a bra hanging in her bathroom one day.

We partied a lot together.  She met the girls I dated and I met the douches she went out with. 

One cold winter night, I went to her place, carrying a case of beer and pack of Marlboro Lights.  As the night progressed, we noticed the snow was accumulating and I wasn’t going anywhere. 

I suggested that we play cards.  She countered with an offer to play strip gin rummy.  I asked her if she would chicken out and she promised to finish the game, no matter the outcome.  I promised to do the same and dealt the first hand.

It didn’t take long for me to be stripped down to boxers and a t-shirt.  She had only lost a pair of socks and I was in crisis mode. 

I hid four 4’s under my right foot and dealt the next hand.  Every time the cards were dealt, I replaced my four worst cards with the quad 4’s.  This quickly jump started me into a legendary winning streak. 

She lost hand after hand, and found herself with a dilemma; bra or panties.  Being self-conscious of her monster boobs, she chucked the undies. 

Decorum prohibits me from finishing the story.  However, there aren’t many things as sexy as watching a woman reach behind her back and undo her bra.

You can’t call it cheatin’ cause she reminds me of you.

Benny