1. My Dirty Secrets Chapter 2


    Date: 3/30/2024, Categories: Taboo Author: Spendingtime, Source: LushStories 

    I was at work and couldn't get Jessi out of my head. Her Sunday shower was all I could think about. Her body, her perfume, the smell of her panties. Jessi was all I could think about.

"Hey, Ben, you busy over there or just fuckin around?" I hollered.

"Nicky, c'mon, I'm doin' my nails, man. What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" Ben clapped back.

Ben was my best friend and had been since the second grade. We had one of the most epic playground fights Lincoln Elementary has probably seen to this day. I punched him in the cheek, and he caught me in the eye with a great left hand. He got on top of me and spit in my face before giving me a few more to the face. I got him off and gave him a beautiful black eye and a wedgie that is still the stuff of playground legends.

"Let me talk to you for a few minutes." I said, lowering my voice for emphasis, "This is kind of important."

"Who'd you kill, Brother? What's goin' on?" He pressed.

"Nothing like that; I just have a girl problem. The kind where I can't get her out of my head, ya know?" I confided.

"Awe fuck Nicky, you and Melissa splitting up?" he said, his voice descending into sympathy.

"No, I just keep thinking about this girl I know," I said, pouring my guts out.

"Oh hell, in that case, keep your mouth shut, your pants zipped, and get over it before you're paying alimony like I am." Ben laughed as he turned back to the section of pipe he was welding.

"Man, this girl is different. She's ...
    ... Melissa's sister!" I blurted out, shocked at my own words.

"Oh, shit Nicky, did you fuck her? Is she pregnant!" he snapped sharply, wheeling around, suddenly interested in my problem.

"Nothing like that. I kinda saw her naked, and I think she's trying to get my attention more sexually, ya know?" I said, remembering why I never consulted Ben on things that actually matter.

He had been divorced twice and was only a year older than me. His first divorce started at my twenty-first birthday party. Ben has a problem where he is such a loving guy that he often forgets who he's married to and gets a little handsy with anyone with tits. He felt up some girl that was there, and it was going great for him until his wife walked up and punched him, threw her ring at him, and left in his truck full of tools. It's a comical situation we laugh about now. At the time, it killed the mood.

"Nicky, we're like brothers, and I'm gonna tell ya straight." He put his hand flat against my chest and looked at me sternly. "Never say that to another living person; keep your mouth shut and your pants zipped." He warned seriously. He then stopped and stopped and turned back to his work.

"That's the advice only your brother will give ya, Nicky," He said, half muffled from dropping his welding helmet over his face.

"Fuck!" I screamed into my own welding helmet.

With the noise of the site, my outburst went unheard. Ben was right. What the hell was I thinking? I have a good life and job, so why ...
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