The doorbell surprised Frank. He was marinading some steaks in preparation for John and Rachel's dinner visit when it rang. He was so surprised, thinking that his company had come early that he dripped marinade from the bottle onto his blouse on the uppermost part of his right breast.
"Dammit," he said. "Now I'm going to have to change...and I don't know if I have anything else that goes well with this skirt."
Irene was wrapping foil around corn on the cob, and said, "I'm sure you'll find something, but for now, are you going to get the door? I've got to get my top out of the dryer." Irene was working wearing only her bra while the blouse she wanted to wear was drying.
"Yeah...I guess John thought I said 5:00 instead of 6:00."
He headed to the door while Irene dashed off to get on her blouse. Frank rubbed at the stain on his blouse, but he had no luck removing it from his breast. The doorbell rang again.
"Okay...okay...keep your shirt on," he called out as he opened the door.
Frank was genuinely surprised to see Gil Fancher standing at his door. Gil was one of his best childhood friends, and one of his college roommates, he hadn't seen in at least three years.
"Whatdya say, Frank!" Gil exclaimed, reaching out for a firm handshake.
"Gil...you horse's ass...it's been forever!" The two friends vigorously shook each others hand. As they did this, Frank noticed that standing just next to and a little behind Gil was a very attractive light-skinned African American woman. In fact, Frank thought she had a remarkable resemblance to Halle Berry. Frank pulled Gil closer and whispered, "You sonofabitch...you always said you were going to find a black woman...your own Halle, and you did it!"
Gil, a white guy like Frank, had always had a thing for black women, and when Halle Berry hit the movie theaters, she was his obsession. Now here stood a woman who could have passed for her sister, flawless face, full breasts, and all. Frank was completely surprised; Gil had never been much of a lady's man. He got along well with women, and was very outgoing. He just was more of a nerd than a jock, more overweight even than Frank's former body currently attached to Rachel.
"I sure did, man. I sure did!" Gil whispered back. Then, he stepped back, put his arm around the woman, and said, "Frank, meet Tanya. I met Tanya at work two years ago, and we just hit it off."
"Hi Frank," Tanya smiled. "It's so nice to meet you. I've heard so many things about you."
She shook Frank's hand.
"Two years?" Frank said. "Why haven't you told me about her, Gil?"
"There's more to tell," he said. "We're engaged to be married. I would have told you; it's just I was very preoccupied, and apparently you were too. The telephone works both ways you know."
"Congratulations, you old dog!" Now Frank took Gil's hand, shook it again, and then pulled him closer as they gave each other a guy hug, hands clasped in a shake, with the other hands around each others neck, fists clenched. Gil, who stood around 6'2" towered over Frank's 5'6" frame.
"And congratulations to you, Tanya...I hope you don't live to regret this," Frank laughed as Irene came into the foyer and introductions were made anew. Irene had gotten to know Gil over the years, and wasn't as crazy about him as Frank was. She found him crass and vulgar at times. She also thought that he flirted with her too much, especially when he was drinking. She was downright amazed that he had found a looker like Tanya to agree to marry him.
"You two have got to stay for dinner. John's coming over with his wife, Rachel. You haven't seen John for years have you?"
"Great! I'd love to see the little prick," Gil laughed. "Man, we used to give him some grief when we were kids."
Actually, Frank thought, you used to give him grief...not so much me.
"Maybe we shouldn't impose," Tanya said.
"Not an imposition at all," Frank said. "Plus, if you haven't anywhere else to stay, you'll have to stay the night"
Irene screamed "No" in her mind, but knew that there was nothing she could say. The invitation was made, and promptly accepted by Gil. "Well, we were just passing through on the way to Chicago for a week, and were going to get a hotel, so why not?" He went out to the car to get their luggage.
The next hour was spent getting the grill going and chatting about old times. Frank and Gil minded the grill in the backyard as the girls chatted in the kitchen.
"So, Frank...looks like you've put on a pound or two, plus opting for the head shave rather than letting it go bald," Gil said, just before taking another swig from the Budweiser, his second.
"I may have put on a little weight," Frank laughed. "Irene's a good cook, plus I'm not playing basketball as much as a I used to. We used to have fun with it; I could just handle the ball and take long shots, while you guys banged down low in the paint. Now, everyone my age who plays takes it very seriously. They push you around under the goal and out on the perimeter. I'm just getting too old."
"...and soft," Gil laughed. "I think your tits must be a cup size larger."
"You think," Frank looked down. He still wore the blouse with the stain. Gil's arrival had taken his mind off changing it.
"Here...hold up your shirt and let me take a look," Gil said. "The last time I saw you shirtless was when we were playing shirts and skins at the YMCA about 7 or 8 years ago. I can tell you if they've gotten bigger."
"Oh... okay. If your wife doesn't mind me being without my shirt for a few minutes. My neighbors are used to seeing me go shirtless when I mow the grass, but I don't want to make a bad impression with Tanya."
"Believe me...she's very informal. I've talked so much about you that she thinks of you as family already. Plus, she and Irene are so busy talking in the kitchen she probably won't even notice."
Frank unbuttoned the blouse and took it off. "I need to change this anyway," he said. Then he undid his bra and took it off.
Gil appraised Frank's breasts. "Yep...definitely a cup size bigger... maybe two"
"Now...c'mon," Frank said. "Now you're exaggerating. I actually did go to D a few years ago, but I definitely haven't gone up two sizes."
About this time, the women came outside to see how the men were doing.
"So, Frank, what are you working on your tan?" Irene casually asked.
"No...no...Gil's just always been fascinated with my boobs...ever since we were boys, and I started developing in middle school. You'd better watch out Tanya; you may not get a moment's peace. He's always going to want to cop a feel."
"Believe me...I already know," Tanya laughed. She was comfortable with these people. She had grown up in a very easy going family.
Frank felt comfortable with Tanya as well, or maybe it was the beer he had already had.
"Gil was just commenting on my weight gain, and he wanted to see me shirtless to confirm," Frank explained.
"I always told you, Frank, that if you listened to my advice long enough and followed my lead, you'd get hair on your chest," Gil said. "See ladies...he never listened to my advice or followed my lead."
"The day I get hair on my chest is the day I enter the freak show," Frank laughed.
The ladies offered to take the steaks which were done, inside, while Frank walked with Gil back to his home office. He hadn't bothered to find a shirt or replace the bra. Just hadn't thought to, and Gil nor anyone else thought anything of it.
Frank, perhaps influenced by the alcohol he had ingested, had made a decision.
"Gil, there's something I want to tell you about..."
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