My Best Friends Girlfriend, Judy.


I know friends are important. Good friends are always there
when you need them most, offering a shoulder to lean on, an
ear to listen with, perhaps some good advice when you need
it most. But sometimes, friends keep secrets . . . deep,
dark secrets. I found out about my best friends secret one
cold winters night in December, 1985.

I remember it was close to midnight when the telephone rang.
It had been snowing off and on for most of the day, and by
mid-evening the clouds broke revealing a brilliant full
moon. I remember looking out the window just before midnight
and admiring the clarity of the night air, and how the
freshly fallen snow sparkled and danced in the moonlight. It
was beautiful.

I answered the telephone with a half-hearted hello, not
really in the mood to speak with anyone at that hour. I was
tired and anxious to watch the news. The voice on the other
end sounded shrill and panicked - it was my best friend
Fred. He was calling from a payphone as his voice sounded
tinny and far away. He asked if he could come over and talk
to me, said it was very important. Normally, I would have
shrugged him off, thinking he was playing a joke on me. But
the urgency in his voice told me otherwise and I agreed.
There was a long pause on the other end, then his voice came
back on with a hushed whisper . . . I'm in trouble Tim, he
said. I need your help. With that, there was a sharp click
and then silence. He had hung up and I didn't know where he
was calling from . . . from jail, or the hospital? He didn't
give me a chance to ask. I suddenly became very worried
thinking something might have happened to his girlfriend,
Judy. Judy was a sweetheart - a perfect little blonde from
the valley. You're typical "valley" girl.

I put a fresh pot of coffee on and got dressed - considering
the mysterious nature of Fred's call, I thought it would be
prudent of me to put my pants on. About thirty minutes
passed when there was a loud knocking at the door. Very
unusual for Fred as he normally barged in - unannounced
regardless of the company I was with. I answered the door
and Fred politely asked if he could come up. This didn't
sound like the Fred I knew - there was something definitely
wrong here.

Fred came in and sat at the kitchen table - never bothered
to remove his snow covered boots or his jacket. I poured him
a cup of coffee, then poured myself one. Sitting across from
him at the wooden table, I waited for him to begin. He took
a few big gulps of the steaming hot brew, wiped his mouth on
his sleeve, then began.

He had been out for the evening alone as Judy had gone to
her Christmas office party without him. He said they had had
one of their arguments earlier in the day, and Judy had
stormed out. Fred only guessed she was at her office party -
he didn't know for sure. He then went on to tell me he had
gone out himself, to the bar we used to frequent on Blowers
St. I interjected and asked him why hadn't he called me? We
usually went out together when Judy wasn't around. He said
he wasn't in the mood for my usual cool reasoning - which is
normally the role I took when he and Judy had an argument. I
told him my feelings weren't hurt and to please continue the
story.

He took a deep breath, ran his hands through his steel grey
hair, and told me had left the bar with a few drinks in him
- he wasn't feeling any pain. He even considered going over
to Judy's office party but decided to take one cruise down
Hollis St. first. He told me he saw a young lady standing in
the snow wearing a very short skirt and heels, his favorite
flavor as he used to say. Thinking he was the "good"
Samaritan, he stopped and offered her a ride so she could
warm up in his car. Well, one thing led to another and
before he knew it, they were in a parking lot having sex.
After they were finished, he said the girl asked him for
forty dollars, and Fred refused, telling her if he had known
she was a "working girl" he never would have picked her up.
I find this hard to believe because I knew Fred and his
tastes - the nastier the better.

Fred continued and said the girl became quite upset and
started slapping him - which would explain the scratches on
his face and hands - and of course, he reacted by throwing
her out of the car and into the muddy parking lot. Fred is a
powerful man, and I was afraid of what he might tell me
next. He slammed the door and sped out of the lot, with the
girl standing in the mud and snow yelling and screaming.
Fred didn't think the girl was hurt or anything, but when he
drove to the next block, he saw a police car heading towards
the vacant lot with lights flashing. Someone must have heard
her screaming and called the police thinking the poor girl
was being raped or, worse. Fred chuckled at this, asking how
do you rape a hooker? By not paying her? I took a sip of the
hot coffee and replied, evidently, as she or someone, called
the police. I could tell he was worried about this. We both
knew if Fred was arrested it would probably get him fired
from his post as a civil engineer with the provincial
government. And he didn't want to take that chance by
hanging around answering a bunch of questions of how he and
his lady friend ended up in the parking lot - wouldn't do
his image any good whatsoever.

Since Fred was in the mood for confessing this cold night,
he didn't stop there. He also asked me if I would act as a
character witness for his defense in court the following
month. Now this was news to me and I asked why he needed me
as a witness. He looked away and just said he had run into a
spot of trouble in the valley a couple of months ago -
nothing to worry about. Of course I said yes, as Fred was my
best friend and I would do anything to help him, without
question. I agreed and asked if I would be hearing from his
lawyer and he said I would. Ah, at least now I could expect
something - no more surprises . . . stupid me, eh?

Fred's court date was set for January 21 and I was to drive
up with him and Judy. No sense taking two cars. What he
didn't tell me though, was Judy's car was a Nissan 240Z -
one of those two seaters with a shelf for a back seat.
Willing to try anything once, I climbed into the back and
stretched out the best I could. I couldn't help noticing how
lovely Judy was looking. Her golden blonde hair was tied
back into a french braid and she was wearing a short black
skirt, sheer black hose and black heels. Her tight sweater
didn't do anything to hide her beautiful breasts nor my
lustful thoughts . . . I tried not to be too obvious as this
was a somber moment after all. I could tell Judy had been
crying and she wasn't wearing her usual makeup. I preferred
her without makeup as she was "naturally" beautiful with
deep blue eyes and high cheekbones. With makeup on of
course, she turned heads wherever she went. I didn't mind
riding in the back of that little sportscar at all. Not with
the view I was getting.

As we pulled into the District Courts parking lot, it
started to snow. Big fluffy flakes at first, then it started
coming down a little harder. I was concerned about the drive
back in that little car of Judy's - it wasn't meant to be
driven in the snow. We all shuffled into the stone building,
hanging our coats up in the hallway. The building groaned
and creaked with age - and it had that "church" smell
everywhere. I can still remember that smell, after all these
years.

Judy and I sat together near the front of the room, and Fred
of course sat with his lawyer. Across from Fred sat the
prosecutor and an RCMP officer - the arresting officer I
imagined. The court room was closed to the public due to the
nature of the trial, so I was curious about the family
sitting towards the back of the room. They seemed to be a
part of the trial proceedings, but I didn't know where they
fit in. Witnesses perhaps? Maybe they were members of Fred's
family here to show their support, it was anybody's guess.
We all stood as the judge entered the room and took his
place at the oversized desk overlooking the room. Such a big
desk for such a little man I thought. I snickered at my own
joke. As we sat down, I couldn't help but notice Judy's
skirt had risen another inch or two up her thigh . . . damn
she had a set of legs. And I would have given anything to be
between them at that moment.

My daydreaming was quickly interrupted when I heard the
charges read against Fred. Two words rang in my ears -
statutory rape. Statutory rape? My God . . . what had he
done? I wanted to stand up and yell out this couldn't be
true - my buddy Fred wasn't capable of such a heinous crime.
Then it dawned on me, the family sitting in the back. They
must be the parents of the victim. I turned in my seat to
look at them, and the woman was sobbing. Her husband was
comforting her the best he could while the rest of the
family glared at Fred with fixed jaws. Judy was sobbing
quietly to herself, her shoulders heaving - the only
indication of her silent agony. After the charges were
addressed by both parties, and Fred plead guilty, the trial
was over and he was led from the courtroom in handcuffs. He
was to begin serving his two year sentence that day. I
didn't get a chance to say good-bye, as they wouldn't let me
near him and Fred didn't look back. He left the room that
day shackled and ashamed. I left the same room empty and
devoid of any emotion. I couldn't comprehend what had just
happened to my friend - and the lives of that poor family. I
think Fred did enough damage for one day.

Judy and I headed to her car, covered in snow. I offered to
brush it off while she started the motor and let it warm up
before we headed off back to Halifax - an hour and a half
through a snow storm. I suggested we head to the nearest
restaurant and grab something to eat while the storm passed
over, but Judy wanted to head back. I felt uneasy driving in
this storm, but I didn't want to be stuck in some small town
for the night either. Reluctantly, I jumped into the
passengers side.

We had driven for about twenty minutes when we had to pull
over due to the white-outs on the highway. I really had to
surpress the urge to say, "I told you so" but thought better
of it considering the mood. Instead, I helped pick out a
safe spot far enough off the main road so we wouldn't get
rear-ended by some marauding snowplow. Judy put the car in
park and turned the radio on, filling the car with soft
music. She then slumped over the steering wheel and started
to cry again. I really felt at a loss, and didn't know what
to say, so I reached over and pulled her head onto my
shoulder and let her cry. She let it all go on my shoulder
for ten minutes. A real outburst of emotion and heartfelt
tears. I felt guilty for the thoughts I had had earlier that
afternoon, and wished I wasn't a man. Then, out of the blue,
Judy raised her head, her eyes swollen and red, and pulled
my mouth onto hers. I was shocked by her sudden urge, and
didn't dare pull away for fear she would feel rejected at
her most vulnerable moment. So I let her kiss me
passionately, her tongue exploring mine with a sense of
urgency I hadn't known for quite some time. And shamefully,
I became quite erect.

Not sure how to react to Judy's sudden advances, I let her
make all the moves. I never thought of her as being this
aggressive, but perhaps she needed to feel wanted right now.
I wasn't going to stop her as I had fantasized this moment
many times before. I closed my eyes and let her work her
magic through my very being.

She reached between the seats and pulled a lever pushing me
backwards with the reclining seat. In this position, I was
totally helpless as she undid my belt then the button to my
pants. Expertly, she unzipped my fly and pulled my engorged
penis free and promptly put her warm mouth over the head. I
almost came then and there as her bobbing head swallowed me
whole - licking every inch of my shaft so delicately then
sucking the head of my cock. I was sure she got a taste of
pre-cum as her tongue darted around the hole, causing her to
moan. I noticed she had somehow managed to pull her skirt up
around her waist and had slipped her left hand into the top
of her pantyhose - masturbating herself while she sucked and
licked my penis. This made me explode inside her mouth and
she gagged a little as my stream of hot sperm hit the back
of her throat. She made no attempt to pull her mouth away,
and my cum dribbled down her chin and onto my pants. I
closed my eyes, shuddering from the force of my ejaculation
as Judy pulled herself up from my bobbing penis, and kissed
me. I had never tasted semen before, but tasting my semen on
Judy's tongue was very erotic and caused an instant
erection. She knew what she was doing, and quickly pulled
one leg out of her hose, mounting me.

The inside of her body was very hot, and wet. She ground her
pelvis into me as I held on to her ass cheeks - I knew she
was close to orgasm from her throaty growls escaping from
her open mouth. Taking her cue, I pulled her sweater up to
her neck, revealing her perfect breasts and erect nipples -
and put one in my mouth, sucking and tasting her for the
first time. I tasted her essence and I was intoxicated by
her. Faint traces of perfume lingered on her breasts and I
found it be a little bitter in my mouth. I pulled my face
away to admire her perfect body, smooth silky skin, her
nipples were a bright pink and fully erect, and a slight red
rash spread across her chest and splashed onto her firm
breasts. Then she came. A loud yell filled the car as she
convulsed on top of me. Her nails dug deep into my chest as
she tried to push me into the seat, her orgasm soaking my
pants. She shuddered for a moment longer, then collapsed on
top of me - her breathing heavy in my ear.

We laid like that for several moments - her on top of me
with me still inside her. We hadn't spoken a word during our
lovemaking, and we didn't say anything now. As a matter of
fact, we both seemed a little embarrassed by what had just
happened. Judy pulled her hose back up, and tucked herself
in - not looking while I did the same. She turned the car on
and wiped away the snow from the windshield, and turned on
the defogger full blast before pulling back out onto the
highway. The snow had let up leaving the pavement wet and
slushy as we drove back in silence.

She let me off in front of my apartment, thanking me for the
company and for being a friend. It was then she told me she
would be moving back to her home town and wished me all the
best. I stood there in the dark watching her tail lights
disappear into the night. I never saw Judy again.

End.