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.