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There was a nice little jewelry store in Montrose, but Jake wanted to go up to Grand Junction – or even into Denver, over five hours away – to shop a wider selection for “the perfect ring for the perfect girl”, as he put it. We settled on starting with Grand Junction, although making excuses to get away without Teri was a trick. In the end, we decided on a fake fishing trip, something she had little interest in doing. I doubt we fooled her, but Jake was sure we had, and the surprise element was very important to him.We looked at several stores, at what seemed like hundreds of wedding and engagement ring sets, some very nice ones starting at a few hundred dollars all the way up to ‘the sky’s the limit’ price range. We were totally lost, out of our element; we’d have been more at home shopping for sexy lingerie or women’s sex toys, which should tell you just how baffled we were.Still, the salespeople were helpful, and we plowed bravely ahead. Jake had a thousand to spend, although he said he could push it to $1500 for the right ring. As luck would have it, he found one he loved at our third stop, but it was too expensive; still, after perusing what the fourth store had to offer, we headed back over there.“I really, really love that one ring. It’s perfect for her, but it’s so damn expensive.”“It was beautiful, that’s for sure. Over a carat and a half, the guy said, and that bigger middle stone and the tiny sapphires were very cool.”“But it’s 2,500 bucks. I don’t have that kind of money.”“Nah, it was only $2,499.”He glanced at me from behind the wheel. “Asshole.”I laughed. “You’re right though, and that didn’t even include the tax.”“Fuck. What am I going to do? After that one, everything else looks like crap.”I thought long and hard for a moment. “Jake, I have a thousand you can have – not with me, of course, but you can probably do an installment thing with $1500 down.”“You’d loan me a grand?”“Loan… give. It doesn’t matter. You can have it if you really want to get her that ring.”“You’d really do that?”“Of course; it’s only money.”“Why?”“Because you’re my bud.” He waited, knowing there was more to be said; we know each other that well. I finally caved. “Okay, and because such a beautiful woman should have a beautiful ring. Look, it’s the one you want her to have, so it’s the one I want her to have too. Together we can make it happen. That’s really all there is to it.” That wasn’t even close to all there was to it, but it was all I was going to say to him.He shook his head. “You’re somethin’ else, I ever tell you that?”I nodded. “In a way, yeah; you’ve called me a lot of different things over the years.”He laughed. “True. I take them all back – well, except the good ones. Thanks, bud, you’ll never know how much this means to me.”“Well, you know. My best friends only get married once. I hope, anyway.”“Yeah, me too… Me too.”In the end, we laid out for them what he had to spend, and the store came down to a price that would allow him to buy the set for a little under $2500 total, including the tax. That made us wonder if we’d been naïve and should have aimed for a better bargain, but he had his rings, which was the important thing, so we headed for home.He wanted to take her out to dinner that evening and surprise her, and while he was excited and eager, he was surprisingly nervous about the possibility of being turned down. I knew the chances of that were between slim and none, heavy on the none, and I told him that.“Dude, she’s not going to turn you down; there’s a better chance a giant meteor will hit the earth and kill us all than there is of her saying no.”“Might be easier.”“Speak for yourself, okay? Look, Teri’s not…”He cut me off. “She’s amazing; she could marry anyone she wanted! Somebody way better than me; more money, smarter, better looking…” he paused, glancing over at me as he drove.I nodded. “Well, I can’t argue with that. Especially the ‘smarter’ part.”“Thanks a lot!” He laughed, shaking his head. “Man, I can’t believe how nervous I am. This is crazy; we’ve known and loved each other long enough that I shouldn’t feel like this, but it’s intense.”“It’s a big step.”“Yeah.” He paused. “Are you coming with us, to be my wingman?”I stared at him. “Are you nuts? This is one of those things where you have to fly solo, I’m afraid.”“Teri will wonder why you’re not there. She’ll be suspicious.”“Well, make something up. Tell her I have a headache, or a toothache or something. You could tell her I have a pain in the ass, but you’ll be with her, so she’ll know that’s not true.”“You’re such a jerk.” He was smiling as he said it. “Seriously though, thanks for coming with me, and for the money.”“De nada, bud.”“No, it’s not nothing, Heath. You’ve always been there.”“You too.”We rode in comfortable silence for quite a while, but my mind was churning over the changes, the fact that they’d be engaged by this same time tomorrow, sick at heart knowing that she was lost to me forever. I questioned whether I should have been honest with her, tried to take her from him, the same questions I’d asked myself a thousand times.It always came back to someone getting badly hurt, and the only one I had the right to hurt was myself. Still, if I was making the right decision, why did I feel such agony in my soul?I think Jake knew where my thoughts were. He looked at me for a moment, then quietly said, “You know this doesn’t change anything, right?”“C’mon, Jake; it changes everything.”“It doesn’t have to.”“Of course it does. We’re not just all friends anymore. You’ll be engaged to be married, she’ll be your fiancée, and you hers. Before you know it, she’ll be your wife.”He looked pensive. “My wife… fuck, that sounds weird.”“It does, doesn’t it?”“Yeah. But probably not ‘til next summer, maybe right after we graduate.”“That long, huh?”He shrugged. “There’s no rush, and we’ll probably have to make a lot of plans and shit. We already live together, so it doesn’t change that.”They’d gotten a place together, half a duplex in Fort Collins, before their junior year. I’d moved out of the dorm too but shared a small rented home in Laramie with three other guys. I usually Anadolu Yakası Escort went to their place on weekends after that.We were coming back into town by then, and when he dropped me off at home, he said, “Wish me luck.”“You know I do, but you won’t need it.”“Thanks.”Then he did something weird; he stuck out his hand. With all the time we spent together, with everything we’d seen, done, and said and all the body contact we’d had, whether in sports or in bed with Teri, for some reason we virtually never shook hands.I took it, and we squeezed each other’s hands firmly as we looked deep into each other’s eyes. I could see he wanted to say something, and I did too, but in the end, we left it unsaid and just nodded; we both knew.His voice husky, he said, “I’ll call you later and let you know.”“You’d better.”He drove away and I went to my room – the room I’d grown up in, the room where he and I had spent so much time together playing video games, building models, going through sports cards, discussing girls, and doing all the other things boys do – and turned on some classic rock music, and for the first time in years, I cried.~~~~~~~~~ It turned out that in the short term, he was right; nothing changed. In fact, even in the immediate term things stayed the same. Rather than calling me, later that evening, after I’d gotten control of my emotions, they came by and picked me up, insisting that I go celebrate with them. He’d asked her over a nice dinner, and, naturally, she’d accepted; I’d been certain of that ahead of time.I sincerely congratulated them, and oohed and ahhed over Teri’s engagement ring, telling her it was beautiful, and she was gorgeous, or maybe the other way around, and I kissed her hand. She beamed happily, and I was genuinely happy for her, and for him, despite everything.When he went down the hall to take a leak, Teri came into my arms for a hug. She’d changed into very tight jeans and a t-shirt after dinner, no bra, and I could feel her breasts soft and warm against my chest. Stepping back, she looked up at me, then reached out and touched my face. “He told me what you did, with my ring.”“I wish he hadn’t done that.”“No, I’m glad he did. Thank you. You’re an amazing guy.”“He’d have done the same for me.”She nodded. “I know; that’s part of what makes both of you so amazing.” She kissed me then, long and deep and with a passion that rocked me to my boots – if I’d been wearing boots. She pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I met it, and she pressed her body to mine in a way that I never wanted to end; I could feel her nipples hard against me, and when Jake came back in we were still locked in that kiss.“Hey, no starting the celebration without me!” He walked up beside us and squeezed her ass and mine at the same time.We broke the kiss, but she made no move to separate from me before she said to him, “Let’s go dancing!”There was only one place around that had dancing on a Saturday night, and it was kind of a rough bar a few miles out in the county, but he and I had both turned twenty-one a while back, and Teri had just recently, so we went there. It was crowded, and noisy, and there were cowboys and cowgirls and Mexicans and tough-looking guys and college kids like us, and in a small town like Montrose, inevitably a lot of people we knew.Teri was the first to recognize the cop on the door, and she laughed. “Hey, isn’t that Officer Ricky, from the lake?”It was in fact! We’d seen him around, of course, but this was our first face-to-face with him since he’d nearly caught us skinny dipping and having sex. When Teri bounced up to him, he grinned broadly. “Miss Denton, boys; good to see you again.”She laughed. “I can’t believe you still remember my name!”He looked her up and down, still grinning. “I’m not likely to ever forget you, miss.”She blushed prettily, remembering how she’d flashed her tits at him, but then held up her hand to show him her ring. “Call me Teri – and look! Brand new just today.”“Well, congratulations! And call me Rick. Who’s the lucky guy?” When Jake proudly stepped forward and put his arm around her Rick congratulated him too but gave me a questioning look. I shrugged and tried to look happy for them. He nodded. “Well, I’m relieved; I was afraid you were going to say both, and then I’d have to bust you for polygamy.”Teri laughed. “I could handle both.”He laughed. “As I recall you told me that once before, and I still believe you. Hey, you kids be careful in there. Not a lot of bad dudes here tonight, but it can get rough very quickly.”It was crowded, but we made it to the bar for three beers and then to the dance floor. I hung on the perimeter while Teri and Jake danced, as seemed appropriate for them to celebrate, but she soon grabbed my hand and pulled me onto the floor with them. It was jammed enough that it was hard to tell who was dancing with who, but we got a few odd looks, presumably because of two guys dancing with one woman and mostly directed at Teri from other women, some of whom were dancing together. Apparently hogging two eligible guys is bad form.We hung out and danced, either together or taking turns with Teri and nursing our beers, as none of us are big drinkers. We saw a few people we knew, among whom they passed the word of their engagement and received appropriate congratulations. I couldn’t help but notice that some of them glanced my way, but I probably only imagined the pity in the looks.At one point, as I was returning from the bathroom, I saw Jake in a heated discussion with some guy in jeans and dirty flannel. Teri was behind Jake, looking over his shoulder, and I saw Jake’s fists clenched at his sides, not a good sign. I walked up beside her and watched the guy’s eyes take me in. “What’s going on?”I could hear the tension in my friend’s voice as he replied, “This clown wanted to cut in, and when Teri said no thanks, he decided to push it.”I looked at him. He was about Jake’s height, but not nearly as big, and clearly drunk. “You got your answer. You should probably move along.”He looked at me, bleary-eyed. “Uh, tha fuck’re you?”His Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan words were badly slurred, confirming his condition. He was drunk, but not too drunk to take in the fact that both of us were much larger than him, and thanks to three years in a football programs at major universities with first-class weight rooms, great trainers, and literally thousands of hours of practices and workouts were both rock solid and physically imposing.Jake weighed around 250 by then and was thick in all the major muscle groups and broad across the shoulders; at his height and that weight, he was a brick wall. I weighed around 235, but was considerably taller than him though not as solid, but also broad-shouldered and imposing. I towered over the drunk and moved forward into his space to make sure he noticed.“I’m a friend of theirs, and you’re an asshole.”“Yeah, well your friend’s a coward… wouldn’t fight me.”Of course not; bar fights are a good way to get kicked off a team and lose a scholarship, but I wasn’t going to reason with a drunken fool. “Because he would have killed you and he doesn’t want to get involved in all that paperwork. Now just walk away.”He took one more look at us, spit out something unintelligible, and walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t worried about the drunk, just about fighting in public. Jake was still bristling. “You should have let me take him out.”“He’s a drunk, and you don’t need the hassle.”“He picked the fight.”“Yeah, because he was drunk; if he’d been sober, one look at you and he’d have backed down.”“He backed down from you quick enough.”“No, he backed down from us. He was drunk enough to try to take on one of us, but not quite drunk enough to think he could take both. You and me, together as always, right?”He took a deep, calming breath. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks.” I could see he was still pissed.“Just settle down, okay? Remember, you’re celebrating.”He sighed, then smiled when he looked at Teri. “Right again. Let’s get the fuck out of here.” That seemed like a great idea, and Teri was more than willing by then, rattled by the near fight. We said goodbye to a few friends and hit the door, only to be confronted by the drunken asshole in the parking lot, this time accompanied by two friends.About the time I noticed that one of them, a black-haired, greasy-looking guy with a heavily pockmarked face, was carrying a tire iron, a fourth thug joined them. Minus the weapon, I still wouldn’t have been too concerned, and I know Jake wouldn’t either; they were not a physically imposing group, but if one was armed others might be too, and that raised the stakes.Jake pushed Teri behind him, and he and I moved a step apart to provide some space to move. The drunk snarled, “Fuckers aren’t so tough now, are ya?”Teri said, “Just stop! We’re not looking for trouble.”One of the other thugs replied, “Well we are – and once we get these two dickheads out of the way, we’ll show you how to have a good time.”That was enough for Jake, and he moved with his typical quick-twitch burst, for which they were wholly unprepared. He caught the guy that had threatened Teri with a massive blow to the solar plexus, all 250 pounds behind it, and he went down hard, curled up in a ball and gasping for air. Another tried to jump him from the side, but he too went down when my elbow caught him across the cheekbone and ear, rocking his head back brutally.I heard Teri yell and looked around just in time to see the guy with the tire iron leap toward Jake. I was a step too far away, and he wasn’t going to get his body turned in time to avoid the blow. Everything seemed to go into slow motion as Jake threw up his arm to take the blow, and then suddenly, as the dirtbag completed his backswing and began to lower the boom on Jake, he twisted and went down screaming and Officer Talbot was standing over him, holding a steel baton in his right hand.The guy with the tire iron had dropped it as he went down and was clutching the backs of his thighs where Rick had viciously whipped the baton across his legs, still moaning in pain. Rick raised the steel wand and pointed it at the only one who remained standing, who happened to be the drunk that had started the whole thing inside. “You – on the ground, asshole. Facedown, hands behind your back.”Just like that, it was over as quickly as it had begun, and he sent Teri to get a couple more pairs of Flexi Cuffs from his cruiser, collapsing his baton and putting it back on his belt as the drunk got down. We stood by as he roughly went through their pockets, turning up a switchblade and a grooved chunk of metal that he explained was to be used as brass knuckles. It looked rough, brutal, and well-used.Jake paled as he looked at the knife. “I’m sure glad you showed up.”He looked at us appraisingly. “You were doing pretty good on your own, but these things would’ve come out if they were losing. It’s not my first run-in with these guys.”“What are you going to do with them?”He looked up from where he was bent over, cuffing the greasy guy that had brought the tire iron. “Let ‘em go.”Teri, still holding the two sets of Flexi Cuffs she’d collected, said, “Let them go? But…”He cut her off. “It’s a lot of work to write it up, and they’d be out in a couple hours. They really got the worst of the fight, didn’t they?”Jake laughed. “Yeah, for sure. But still…”“Do you want to testify in court, face their attorneys?” We didn’t. Rick shook his head as he finished cuffing the last two. “Oh, don’t worry. They get to walk home from here, minus their belongings, car keys, belts, and shoes, with their hands cuffed behind them. They’ll be much too tired and footsore for any more trouble tonight. Now if you’ll get their shoes, I’ll collect belts. Anyone can cut those cuffs off them once they reach civilization.”Once we’d done that, he pulled them to their feet, one by one, the guy Jake had punched and the guy he’d baton-whipped still favoring their injuries. The guy I’d hit in the head was about as unsteady on his feet as the drunk when he sent them off across Escort Anadolu Yakası the parking lot with instructions to keep going and to stop by the station in the morning to collect their things.Jake yelled after them, “Hey, girls – next time remember to stretch before you ovulate!”, getting a laugh from the onlookers.We watched them shuffle off across the parking lot, the first steps of the four-plus mile trip back into town, each struggling to hold up their pants with their hands cuffed behind them. One failed, and when his pants collapsed around his ankles he was left in an incongruously small and conspicuously red pair of bikini underwear – possibly women’s! When his friends ignored his calls for help and just kept on shuffling along, he eventually gave up, stepped out of his pants and continued on, his bony ass barely contained in the tight red nylon. The crowd that had gathered howled and jeered.Rick looked around. “Okay, folks, the entertainment is over. Everyone back inside.” When it began to break up, he turned to us. “I assume you three are leaving?”I nodded. “We were when they jumped us.”He blew out a pent up breath, the first sign that he’d been at all tense during the confrontation. “Good. Try to stay out of trouble, okay?”Teri stepped forward and touched his shoulder. “We will, but first I need your address.”He frowned. “Teri, cops don’t usually advertise where they live.”“It’s so we can send you a wedding invitation, for you and your wife.”“Oh.” Then he grinned broadly. “Oh, well in that case, no problem!”He pulled out his note pad and jotted it down for her, and as he tore out the page and handed it over, she stretched up and kissed him on the cheek, accompanying it with one of her patented full-body hugs. He was blushing when she released him, but he was also grinning like the cat that ate the canary.We said our goodbyes and headed out, soon passing the handcuffed losers. Another had lost his grip on his pants along the way, but at least he’d had the good fortune to have chosen striped boxers. Teri looked back at them as we went by, and then started giggling. “Those red panties have lace on the front!”I don’t know if she was serious or not, but we all howled; release of tension, no doubt, but Teri still had more that needed release. “Let’s get a motel room!”Jake turned and stared at her, taking his eyes off the road. “Seriously?”“Yes, seriously – we can’t go to any of our houses, our parents are there, and I’m horny!”Jake and I both laughed. She was practically vibrating with nervous energy, an adrenaline overdose from the close call at the bar; as it does in some people, in Teri it seemed to come out in the form of intense post-stress arousal.I poked his shoulder from behind.”Tell me you don’t intend to turn down that offer.”“Hell no, of course not! Where should we go?”Teri replied, “I don’t care, just get there fast – and I’m buying.”We chose the Frontier Inn, a small local place that was known as a no-tell motel, undoubtedly the scene of many an illicit tryst. It was tucked back off the main street and the owner had wisely put a tall wood fence around the parking area so guests’ cars couldn’t be seen from the road. It wasn’t fancy, but it wasn’t a fleabag; it was old and dated, but it was always clean, and it was reasonable.Teri was not only going to pick up the room charge, she practically leaped out of the car to go into the small office to request it and pay the bill! We both stared at her tight, perfect ass in those snug jeans, enjoying the way the left and right rear pockets rose and fell in perfect counterpoint rhythm, her hips swaying enticingly as she walked.I nudged him. “I sense that your fiancée wants to get laid.” It felt weird to say that word – fiancée – out loud, and it stung a little.He laughed ruefully. “Yeah, seems she wants a PTSF.” I figured out pretty quick he meant a ‘post-traumatic stress fuck’ and laughed. He went on, “Hell of a way to celebrate getting engaged, huh?”“Would you rather I wasn’t here?”He twisted in his seat to look at me, hesitating a beat too long before he said, “No, I’m glad you’re here; as horny as she is, it’s probably going to take both of us to satisfy her.”“I could leave.” I didn’t want to but knew I should.“No. No, Teri wants you here, and I want you here and now it’s too late anyway.” He was right; Teri was on her way back to the car, big brass key in hand, and both of us were now staring at her erect nipples, peaked prominently beneath her thin t-shirt, a feature I’m sure the desk clerk had enjoyed. Her breasts jiggled just slightly with her stride, and I knew that any thoughts of walking away from her now were just a pipe dream. My cock was straining against my pants in anticipation.When she hit the sidewalk she turned and pointed, and Jake put the car in gear and followed her to the room. We’d never done the motel bit before, so just the fact of walking into the generic motel room with its slightly musty smell, big king-size bed and common accouterments and knowing we were there for one purpose only seemed to turn the arousal up another notch.The door had no sooner closed behind us when Teri stripped her t-shirt over her head and dropped to her knees in front of us. Much tugging at belts and zippers ensued, but she quickly had our pants around our knees and erect cocks out in the open, where she proceeded to lick and suck at them until we were both throbbingly hard and glistening with her saliva.She pulled us closer, forcing us to turn until we were nearly facing each other so that she could rub our cocks together as she sucked at us, trying to get both in her mouth at once. Jake stared down at her, enjoying the sensations of her tongue and the feel of my cock against his, and he watched raptly as she toyed with my foreskin, sliding it back and then forward again over my swollen glans with her fingers and tongue.His hip was against my upper thigh, and when I felt his hand move to my ass and begin to stroke and squeeze it, moving ever lower as he did, I wasn’t surprised. I’d come to enjoy his touch and knew he enjoyed touching me, so I never made a fuss about it.When his fingers began to explore the under-curve of my ass, however, as well as teasing my tight pucker and the back of my ballsack, I said, “Jake…”“What?”“You gotta stop.”“I thought you liked that.”“You know I do, but there are a lot of very wired nerve endings in that region.”“Well, yeah; that’s why it feels good, right?”
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