Jay too had grown up on the beach. Myrtle Beach, South Carolina had been his home. Except for the span of a continent, Rick and Jay’s childhood had ...een mirror images. Jay too had spent nearly every spare minute on the beach working out and playing volleyball. He was strongly built and well tanned. He kept his dark hair cut short. Jay was several inches shorter than Rick, but could move like lightning. Jay’s speed was a real asset to their varsity volleyball team. It was a warm late spring. " Has he ever gone down on you?"Sonya said, "No. The farthest we have ever gone was his hand inside my panties."Sonya said that this asshole had his fingers in her pussy more than once, and by her own admission she would have fucked him that night. She also said that they had never fucked. It didn't make sense but somehow I believed her or at least I wanted to."So, how many other men have there been?" I asked."What?"I said, "Other than that asshole, how many other men have you fucked or did you. I stood shocked. I had never seen this before from a man. So domineering, so forceful, so rough; I liked it. I gave him a look that would have frozen ice. "Are you done yet? I have somewhere I have to be." That was a lie, I just wanted to be able to sit in my car before my legs gave out and relish the orgasm I just had. He shook his head. He roughly turned me around and pulled my jeans down further to expose my ass. I pulled away and started to yank up my jeans. "Ok seriously, I'm leaving." He. I could hear the start of the conversation before the office door closed.“If you don’t leave that boy alone, I’m going to have to discuss your employment future with your parents.”The door closed and the rest of my workday was quiet. Leaving work, I got this feeling of dread about going to the party. I was not optimistic on whether the outcome would be positive. In my mind it was just to what degree it would be a disaster. I had heard “Happy wife, Happy life”, that didn’t cover girlfriends did.