Oh Lola! Pt. 1, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-08-03. Times viewed: 2807.
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- Intro: Jimmy arrives home to catch up and finds his best friend's wife who wants to fuck him is pregnant. He packed his football boots expecting to have a social game only to find he's expected to play in the Anniversary Team. Oh and who's Rosie?
Jimmy Jenkins called his old mate Trevor Blanchard. The guys hadn’t seen each other for three years as Jimmy, who worked in insurance, had been sent to Singapore as part of his company’s policy to have all executives serve at least three years abroad stationed at one of the company’s outpost.
“Hi Trev you old fart.”
Trev knew from the abuse who was calling and said, “Hi Jimmy, glad you're back.”
“Thanks me old mate. I’d planned to catch up over a pint but have been prevented from coming home because I was immediately reassigned to the Plymouth office on promotion.”
“What as, junior small claims officer?”
“Something like that. How’s the wife?”
“Her name is Jasmine. You’d forgotten her name hadn’t you?”
Jimmy laughed and said, “Yeah and it’s your fault for not marrying a Sue or Kate or Annie. How’s Jasmine?”
“Time within the marriage has mellowed her a bit thank god. For a few months I was thinking I’d made the worst mistake of my life. But all’s rosy now.”
“Rosie… didn’t you say her name was Jasmine?”
Trev sighed and groaned, “Jesus Wayne, your humour was always a pain but now it sounds it’s expired. I was going to chase you down to advise it’s the Hornet’s twenty-fifth jubilee weekend celebrations in three weeks, beginning on Friday night the 25th. Murray told me your sister told his sister you were back in the country. I considered that great news and I’ll now register you as an attendee and you can stay with us.”
“Will Rosie find that agreeable? Remember I was drunk and fouled up my speech at your wedding.”
“Jasmine is my wife. I don’t know anyone called Rosie.”
Jimmy laughed and complained Trev kept on mentioning Rosie.
Trev sighed and grouched, “Jesus Wayne.”
“Yeah I’m free of engagements. Is there anything I should know?”
Trev said casually, “Oh perhaps I should mention we’ll field a team to play an exhibition match against White Hart Rangers.”
“Oh great, I’ll enjoy watching them systematically shredding the Hornets to pieces to humiliate them in front of their home crowd.”
“Yeah well I’m manager-sole selector of the Hornet’s senior team these days and our star left wing broke his left leg three weeks ago and the club president told me not to fuck up and put a dummy in that position. I told him to stop his bitching and have faith in me. Since you’re coming to the 25th celebrations I’ve picked you for our left wing.”
Jimmy was momentarily speechless.
And then, the thirty-seven year old complained, “Are you daft? It’s eight years since I trotted out leading a team on to the pitch and haven’t even played social football since then.”
“Yeah well it’s between seasons and even their regular players will be rusty. You play sport don’t you?”
“Yeah but non-contact stuff namely tennis and golf and I cycle for fitness.”
Trev sounded pleased. “Well there you go, prime fit for your big day out.”
“Jesus Wayne,” Jimmy bleated and was asked could he get that long weekend off work.
“Yeah mate, no problem. I’m in charge of our company’s entire southern region.”
* * *
Trev handed his wife a glass of wine and said, “I had a great stroke of luck today. I invited Jimmy Jenkins to play left wing in the Anniversary Team and he accepted and asked if he could stay with us and I said yes.”
“You what? I’m not having the moron in my house. God at the wedding he recounted all sorts of rum things you did as his best friend when you two were growing up and he told a joke so foul that the Rev. Marsh laughed helplessly and his top dental plate shot out on to the table.”
“Only then did I realize Jimmy was drunk because he thanked the caterers for hosting the show at great expense although he hadn’t enjoyed the food and looking at me he said white was such an inappropriate colour for me because I was so pale and I should have come dressed in black or burnt orange and that made mum howl because she’d spent hours making my dress. Then he said when you began dating me I hugely embarrassed you by wanting sex all the time. At that, your family were rolling out of their seats in laugher while my family and family friends were looking humiliated and ashamed.”
“Yeah well Jazz you’ve made several valid points there and remember until that small lapse you used to regard the moron as being cute.”
Jasmine’s jaw shot out, an ominous sign, and she said, “Well?”
“I heard you loud and clear darling.” Trey said deciding to let the situation ride till something eventuated.
* * *
Jasmine answered the door bell and almost gasped. Jimmy’s hair didn’t appear to be thinning, he didn’t have a beer paunch and his teeth were dazzling white against his gorgeous tan and he captivated her with his irresistible cute smile.
“Hi baby. God your tits look better than ever and marriage hasn’t made you run to fat. Give your old mate a peck.”
Jasmine knew deep down she was a slut. She allowed herself to lose control and she slammed into Jimmy, bashing her groin against his, flattening her breasts over his chest and giving him a wet partly open-mouth kiss on the lips and allowed the kiss to linger.
Jimmy of course was unable to grab a tit and a piece of ass because he was holding two carrying bags with precious items, his beloved football boots were in one bag and a breakable present for Jasmine was in the other. He was also quite taken aback at the intensity of Jasmine’s welcome. She’d refused to speak to him since the wedding five years ago. Obviously he was right thinking time healed.
“Come inside,” she purred, taking the unwelcomed houseguest by the arm.
She closed the door behind her, leaned against it, and turned ugly.
“You scumbag, you absolutely humiliated me at my wedding. I resolved never to forgive you and…”
She stared at him horrified.
“Is that all you have to say?”
“Um it won’t happen again.”
“Damn you. Go find a bedroom, not ours. God I didn’t want you here and I bet my weak husband never conveyed that to you.”
Jimmy was used to quick decision-making and made up what he considered was an appropriate reply.
“Ah yes it was delivered loud and clear and I said not a problem, I’d just arrive and captivate you by my charm. It almost worked didn’t it?”
Jasmine sighed and walked off.
Jimmy took the bedroom furthest from their bedroom so he wouldn’t hear their bed headboard banging when they worked out.
He unpacked and took out Jasmine’s present. He’d tossed it in as an after-thought because he’d bought it for his mum when leaving Singapore but she’d turned his nose up at it despite his father saying he liked it.
Jimmy found Jasmine in the kitchen bent over the breakfast table wiping it. He lined her up, cock rising for the occasion and thought he’d better not. He placed the package beside her and went over and poured coffee and watched.
Finally she looked at the box and asked, “What’s this?”
“Um it’s an I’m-saying-sorry gift.”
“Sorry,” he said, straining to sound crestfallen but he knew women. She was unable to resist and tossed the cloth into the sink and tore off the wrapping, hands shaking.
“Omigod it’s Lladro,” she said, and being a more romantic person than his mum, looked stoked as she removed the figurine of a young couple sculptured as being barefoot on the beach and titled ‘You’re Everything to Me’.
“Oooh this is just so perfect,” Jasmine sighed. “I’m so sorry Trev is not here to share this moment. They have a sales meeting review after work on Wednesday. May I kiss you?”
“Yes of course,” he grinned, showing teeth.
Jasmine folded into him and they kissed, and he grabbed and squeezed a tit and there was no objection. In fact she sighed, “This is just like the old days” and slipped her tongue into his mouth, briefly.
Feeling the heat between them building, Jimmy pushed his hand down but she grabbed it and said no, that she had recently found she was pregnant.
“Oh congratulations and guys will be thrilled knowing neither of you is sterile. Was Trev out of his tree over the announcement?”
“Jesus Jazz, you haven’t told him. Why not?”
“The problem has been timing. I’m waiting till mom is home so she and dad can race over when I call them as soon as I’ve told Terry. I thought out the sequence I’d like to manage some time ago and didn’t…”
Jimmy said firmly, “I’m sorry but I have to say this. You’re not treating Trev fairly.”
“It’s none of your business. You have no right to say that.”
“But I just did and now it’s entirely over to you; I’ll say nothing. I can’t understand why you were quick to tell me about being pregnant and yet…”
“But you were about to fuck me and I was half a mind to allow that to happen, that’s why. I conveniently grabbed the pregnancy as a shock tactic.”
Jimmy eyed her tits and said, “That was mainly for your benefit.”
Jimmy snorted, “Is that being fair. It’s okay for pregnant women to fuck.”
Jasmine burst into tears and Jimmy hugged and smooched her and she fiddled and he felt the warmth of a bare breast fill his hand and…
The doorbell rang.
“Oh Christ, I’m ready to be fucked,” Jasmine groaned.
Jimmy walked off to his bedroom and called, “Answer the door Rosie.”
“Who’s Rosie?” Jasmine asked sounding puzzled.
A little later Jimmy went to the living room where he could hear female voices and found Jasmine sipping water and a big nose woman with a great rack drinking wine.
“Oh Lola, this is our old friend and houseguest Jimmy.”
“Hi Lola, you look stunning.”
Lola promptly spilt her drink down her front and swore. She apologized.
Jasmine just smiled and said, “Lola is one of my closest friends. Trev and I supported her during the trauma of her recent divorce.”
Terry grinned and said, “Life can be such a bitch at time Lola but it still rolls on. May I take you to dinner tonight, er along with my hosts Jasmine and Trev?”
“Oh that’s great Lola, we must get your out and about again. Well I’m off to visit my parents who shifted into a one-bedroom apartment a couple of years ago to make sure I couldn’t return to live with them. Rosie please don’t tell Lola I do it on the first date.”
The women watched unbelievable Jimmy leave and Lola asked, “Who’s Rosie?”
Jimmy, thinking of Lola's great stack, stumbled down the front steps and crashed against a tree. He grinned and said, "Oh Lola!"
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