My story part 3

AAAAHHHHH 1984 and my senior year in high school was a good time that went by so fast it made my head spin. I started dating a girl that was going to a rival school and D was dating a local whore that I didn’t care for. It wasn’t that I was jealous, as you will see in a few minutes because I was getting what I wanted and then some! However, she was a girl that really got around and I never understood why/what D saw in her.

The bar was set high on the very first double date and we were determined it would be this way every time and would strive to make it better in the future. It was a Friday night and we headed off to the football game (in my 1979 dark blue Trans Am complete with eagle on the hood!) in the small town of the school. After the game we decided to go somewhere, park and make out. We did this for about an hour and then we took D’s girl home first and then my girl was next because she lived about 20 miles away in the opposite direction.

D would spend the night with me after our double dates and the night always ended up the same way! The first double date was also my first time to lose my anal sex virginity. As HD has informed everyone there are tops and bottoms and with this experience we took turns. The feelings between the two of us just went off the charts as we laid in each others arms for about an hour afterwards and didn’t say a word just lying there looking up at the ceiling. I finally broke the silence with a, “WHEW! That just rocked my world!” and D’s response was, “We are going to have to go on many double dates in the future!”

The double dates continued and I think this is where the jealous girlfriend started to suspect something was going on with D and I. D told me one time she asked if we had made out or had sex before and D denied it but after he told me this the relationship with the local tramp went downhill. She was always cordial to me but she wasn’t cheerful at times. She knew though that if she were to remain with D she would HAVE to put with me.

These types of things continued after I graduated high school and started to college. However, during my first year in college D and I had a few arguments over the whore and our relationship became strained because he wanted to date her and she refused to be around me. One time I was out just riding around and I knew that D and her were at D’s house so I decided to drive by. D lived on a cul-d-sac so I went into the neighborhood and the whore obviously saw me go by and she ran out of the house flipping me off while screaming obscene names. This and other things that we didn’t agree on caused us to go our separate ways towards the end of 1985.

It was also around this time that I broke up with the girl because she said that I spent too much time playing sports and being with my friends. So, she told me I could either date her or have my friends and sports. To this day, I haven’t missed her one time! We were good friends but in the time we dated we never had sex and I think she knew about D and I.

I spent the next year and half in mourning as my one time “always with me friend with benefits” continued to date the wicked bitch of east Tennessee. In the summer of 1987 (my junior year in college), D appeared at my house just out of the blue. He was in tears and was telling me that he could not believe he allowed her to destroy something that he considered to be the best thing in his life! I was in shock and didn’t know what to say or do. D stayed at my house all night as we talked until the sun came up. We were talking about our lives over the last few months and D was finally convinced that I still had the same feelings for him as he did for me as well.

From that point we were back on track and we started doing the things we used to do and just acting silly. I look back during this time and just think of all the good times and all the silly things D used to do. I remember one time we were outside playing basketball and we were playing one-on-one and I was beating him pretty good and he jerks his “golf equipment” out of his shorts and says, “If you beat me at this game you ain’t getting this later on!”

Fast-forward to the night of March 22nd 1989 and D appears at my house with a bag of Doritos and a movie and says, “Let’s have some fun!” We sat around and munched on the chips and watched the movie he had brought (it wasn’t porn and we didn’t have sex) and he left with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. This was very strange for him because I can barely remember any time he ever kissed me on the cheek.

The next day I was working a half-day and then leaving with some other friends to drive to Western Kentucky to watch the Lady Vols play in the Sweet Sixteen round of the NCAA tournament. The day started out foggy and a few drizzles but it cleared up around lunchtime and was very cold as I recall. I went home and got ready for the trip and called D just to check in to see how things were going. I woke him up at around 1pm and I found this strange because he is a morning person. He told me he had to go the video store and then he was going to help his uncle that was building a house. I told him I was going to leave around 2:30 and would call him the next day.

Around 2:25 on the afternoon of March 23rd my friends arrived at the house to pick me up. As we were getting in the car to leave we hear a terrible noise and we knew it had to be a wreck (we couldn’t see the road from the house as it was off the road a bit). As the road started coming into sight I remember screaming to stop as I could see that D’s car had just been flatten by a hug dump truck! I ran to the car in tears and not really knowing what to say or do. When I reached the car D was slumped over the steering wheel and I took my hand to pull on his shoulder. D fell back and had a horrified look on his face as I watched him take his last breath.

Since this has been a long post let me wrap things up with one more post on how I handled the entire situation that was a life in ruins (or so I thought)!