Stacey left for Amy's with our kids on a Thursday afternoon, and she planned on coming home by Sunday night. Her plan was to stay long enough for the new family to be settled, give them a hand with their daily chores and, of course, ooh and aw over the new baby.
Since I haven't had a weekend to myself in quite some time, I was really looking forward to being a bachelor for four days. On Friday night I called my friends John and Mike and we went to see this amazing guitar player named Will. If you ever get the chance to see Will live, do yourself a favour and go. This guy can wail. I seriously have never seen anybody play a guitar the way he does, and that's including guys like Hendrix, Clapton, and Young.
As it turned out we had a crazy night. We met some girls that John knew at the Will gig, and, after several drinks, one of the girls made it quite obvious that she was interested in spending the night with me. Her name was Natalie, and although I have never cheated on my wife, I have to admit that I was tempted by this sexy girl. She had huge knockers, an amazing ass, and a pretty face. My friend John claimed that he had fucked her several weeks earlier. He said that she was ridiculously easy, and that I should go for it.
However, I soon discovered that Natalie knew about half the guys in the bar, and although she still seemed interested in me, she was constantly off flirting and dancing with other guys as well.
Near the end of the gig I was standing near the back when I felt a hard slap on my ass. I wheeled around, only to discover a gorgeous blonde standing in front of me. She was the only person close enough to have hit me, and it actually took me a couple of seconds before I realized that the gorgeous blonde was actually my wife's youngest sister, Stephanie.
Now, all of the females in my wife's family are exceptionally good-looking. Stacey has three sisters and five female cousins. All are hotties. Even my wife's mom turns heads at 57, but none of them can compare to Stephanie. At 20 years old, she is absolutely flawless in every way.
"Hey, Steph, how's it going?"
"Good. Wanna dance?'
"Sure."
Stephanie and I hit the dance floor in front of the stage. I'm not much of a dancer, but I wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to get close to my hot sister-in-law.
"So what are you doing here?" she yelled over the loud music.
"Stacey's gone for the weekend, so I'm taking full advantage of it," I said. Then, looking her over once again I said, "You know something, Steph, I think that you just keep getting better and better looking every time I see you."
"Yeah? Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself."
Stephanie and I talked and danced as Will rocked through his last set. Like it often is when we are alone she was openly flirty with me as I am with her. There has always seemed to be an underlying mutual attraction between us and with both of us drinking it was even more apparent.
For example, at one point during our conversation Steph said, "Hey, thanks for fixing the starter in my car the other day. That was really nice of you."
To which I replied, "Of course, you know I'd do anything to you – er... I mean... for you."
She slapped my arm playfully and pretended to be shocked at what I had said, but I knew that she liked it.
Eventually Stephanie's friend came over and said that it was time for them to go to the other bar. I was surprised when she hugged me goodbye and almost shocked when she kissed my cheek.
I couldn't help but stare at Steph's sweet little ass as she walked away. 'My god, I'd like to stick my face in that,' I thought.
Two minutes later I heard a commotion to my left. I turned just in time to see John's head snap back twice as this guy in front of him punched him in the face.
John was only about thirty feet away from me, but with so many people in the bar it took me several seconds before I got to him. John has always been somewhat of a pretty-boy. He's really good-looking and all of the girls like him, but he can't fight worth a shit. The problem is he's constantly pissing off ex-boyfriends, husbands, etc, and I assumed that this was probably the case here as well.
I moved quickly to John's rescue and so did Mike. I got to him first. By now John was turtled on the floor as this guy wailed away at the back of his head. I grabbed him by his shirt and flung him backwards into a table. Two girls scattered to get out of the way as their drinks and chairs crashed to the floor. Then the shit hit the fan.
The guy who hit John had some friends with him. Someone hit me in the side of my head. Ducking the second blow, I turned and threw a left hook to the mid-section of the guy that hit me. Mike was in on the fun by now too, and so were the bouncers. It was mass confusion.
I think at first Mike and I were fighting about eight guys, but by the time the bouncers had gained control and tossed us outside, Mike and I were facing-off against only four.
"You take the big one!" Mike said to me and at the same time one of the other guys said "Kick his ass, Rick!"
Since Mike is 6' 6" 265lbs, I'm sure they thought that ganging up on Mike was the only way three average sized guys would stand a chance. But, unfortunately for them, not only is he a mountain of a man, but he's also exceptionally strong and athletic.
Rick wasted little time. He came at me with a wild knock-out punch, that missed by a mile. I had to duck as he swung wildly with his right hand once again. He was already re-loading another big punch, but this time I was ready for it. As soon as his fist sailed past my face I stepped in and gave a solid jab to his nose. Of course this pissed him off and his next punch was even more out of control than the previous ones.
The guy outweighed me by thirty or forty pounds, but he had no idea how to fight. Each time he threw a punch I would see it coming, move my head and counter with a jab of my own. I was winning the fight, but I still had to be careful. If he hit me with one of those big shots, I knew that I'd probably go down.
Then I saw my opportunity. He had thrown himself slightly off balance with another big miss. I stepped to his side, wrapped my arms around his waist; picked him about two feet off the ground, and then drove him back down into the pavement. I heard him gasp as the wind was knocked out of his lungs. He tried to get back up, but he was far too slow. He barely had his head off the ground before I was on top of him, my fists raining down onto his face. By the time Mike pulled me off of him, big Rick was bleeding profusely and only semi-conscious.
Mike hollered, "We have to go!"
He was right. The cops would surely be on the scene soon, and I didn't want to be here when they did. Mike had left the other three guys in pretty bad shape as well, so at best we'd end our night in the drunk tank, at worst, we'd end up with assault charges or some other crazy shit. Mike and I took off running. We ran down one alley, then another. Neither of us said a word about where we were going, we both knew that Mike's place was close, only about six blocks away.
We made it only two before both of us were too tired to run anymore. Even if a guy is in pretty good shape drinking, fighting and running don't mix very well. After catching our breath, Mike and I walked the rest of the way and talked about what had just happened.
By the time we got to Mike's place it was late. I wound up spending the night on his couch, and woke up in the morning with a massive hang-over. The sore spot on the side of my head throbbed as I listened to Mike's pissed off wife barking at him for coming home so late, getting into a fight, as well as anything else she could think of at that point in time.
I went upstairs and when his wife saw me she looked even more pissed-off.
"Well," she said. "I'm going shopping. Mike, you can watch the girls."
With that statement Tonya slammed the door and was gone.
"Wow," I said. "I thought she'd never leave."
Mike and I laughed then we sat around drinking coffee for about an hour and talked about how much the previous night reminded us of our early twenties. At 11:30 John called my cell and asked if I wanted to meet him for all-you-can-eat sushi. I was starving and agreed to meet him at noon.
For my friends and me, sushi isn't just a meal, it's an event. We all take great pride in how much raw fish we can fit into our stomachs, spending $20.00 and eating $100.00 worth of sushi. It usually takes us about three hours to get our fill and this was no exception.
John and I talked about the night before. He made out much better than Mike and I, as he wound up in bed with Natalie and one of the other girls that we were partying with. (What a lucky son-of-a-bitch he is.)
After we ate I went home and crashed on the couch for a couple of hours. I woke at about 6:30 and then jumped in the shower. The water felt good, chasing away the rest of my hangover. I felt good enough at this point that I was considering calling John to see if he wanted to hook up with the same girls as the night before. I had a bad case of the "Hang-over Hornies" and the thought of maybe fucking Natalie was becoming more and more appealing.
Just as I was drying off I heard the doorbell ring. Wrapping a towel around my waist I hurried downstairs to answer. It was Stephanie.
"Hey Steph, what are you doing here?"
"Just thought I'd come by and see what you were doing tonight," she said. "I thought you might want some company since Stacey is gone."
For a split second before she answered I was positive that I saw her eyes travel up and down my body.