Briget

Needless to say, Jackie’s parents had no need to know any of this as far as she was concerned. The money was already going directly into her personal bank account and she was paying her share of the rent from there. Now the money was just hers to do with as she liked.

In the fall of that school year, Briget surprised me by announcing that she would be attending the U of F in the second semester after her year-and-a-half-long post highschool graduation hiatus. Her parents had already found her a nice apartment near the university and they were in the process of furnishing it. Once she’d learned I was moving to the area, U of F became her first choice of which school she wanted to attend, and since her parents and grandparents both had been contributing to a college fund for her use all her life, she actually had the funds to choose which school she wanted to go to. So long that was, as her parents and grandparents approved of her course of study. She’d chosen psychology and sociology and they’d approved immediately.

Jackie of course did not greet this news as happily as I did. This is where I learned that she was a high maintenance woman. One prone to jealousy, and moodiness when she wasn’t getting her way as it turned out. Within a few months of Briget’s moving into town and their initial meeting, she’d broken up with me in an unprovoked fit of jealous rage. She just couldn’t understand that a man and a woman could be just friends with absolutely no romantic feelings between them as we both told her repeatedly. But that was the way we were back then. Or at least so I thought… looking back now though…

Briget was only interested in a four-year degree. She had no interest in attaining a Master’s Degree or a doctorate. “I’m not in this to make a name for myself, I only wanna help people.” Was her way of putting it, and that was just her. Her schooling went as smoothly as could be expected and she had no troubles there.

Like any real human being though, especially at that age, the social life is another matter. We both had the usual relationship successes and failures, though neither of us ever married. We both managed to avoid the pregnancy and STD traps through the simple expedient of never having unprotected sex. We were both adamant on that particular subject, even when subjected to ridicule. When that happened too, we simply agreed we wanted nothing to do with those individuals again and we back one another up on this one hundred percent. It was these things that brought us to realize we really were best friends, and we were people the other could count on.

While she was in school and I was working, I think Briget went through six or seven boyfriends altogether. She commented that none of them had been the kind of people she would want to spend her life with. In the same time, I met, dated and broke up with or was broken up with by three women. Once again, none of them the kind I wanted to make a life partner.

Once she graduated and found a job she liked, she quickly moved into an empty unit in the same condo complex I lived in. This worked out well for both of us because we both already had several friends living there too. Of them all though, the most fun were a lesbian couple by the names of Kelly and Magan. They shared the condo across the courtyard from mine and they loved to throw parties using the condo’s lounge and rec room which also gave access to the pool, spa and sauna. Briget had attended several of these parties with me, oftentimes with her boyfriend and or my girlfriend at the time in question, so she was already familiar with and liked by most of my friends there. So, when that unit, a one bedroom with a one car garage opened up, it was inevitable that she would jump at the chance.

Of course too, with my persistence in doing the maintenance job right, I was soon given the right to hire a helper to help keep up with the workload. This had a benefit not only for me and the residents, but for the stockholders as well. This was because the complex’s reputation improved with the better maintenance and increased security due to that maintenance, which allowed an increase in the lease rate and made the stockholders more money, which with the improvements my work made, made everybody happier. That along with the other advantages convinced Briget this was the place she wanted to live.

Of course, that maintenance job was only a part time affair I scheduled around my real job’s hours. My real job was as a Fire alarm and security installer and service specialist. The company I worked for specialized in everything to do with fire protection and security, from designing and installing fire suppression, detection and alarm systems, to designing and building custom integrated security bar, gate, security and alarm systems. I worked in every part of the operation and my job was never boring because of it. My flexibility also made me an extremely valuable employee that management quickly learned they could count on to get things done. They all knew I would never let office politics keep me from doing my job and they loved me for it. Of course, I wasn’t overly popular with the ones who played those kinds of games, but the higher ups knew I was someone not to be messed with because the company’s reputation rested firmly on mine and a couple of other like-minded guys’ shoulders. If they messed up too badly and we decided to walk, the company would fall apart in no time and they all knew it. The majority of our customers made sure of that.

My stock in the company went up even more when I secured the complex’s fire alarm and security accounts for the company. This got me a minor post on the company’s board of directors at the age of twenty-five, though I left most of that business to the higher ups and spent my time doing the job I preferred.

Anyway, back to the meat of this story. Now to say that Briget and my relationship was entirely platonic would probably be going too far. Ever since Briget had come back into my life in person, I’ve been harboring feelings of attraction and of course sexual desire. I am after all, a straight man who knows a beautiful woman when he sees one, and Briget is to die for! She’s five foot nine and about one-forty or so, with all the right curves in all the right places. Her hair is light golden brown, mid back in length and she wears it in loose ringlets. She has the biggest brightest bluest eyes in an elfin face, with high cheekbones and a cute little nose, and her body… Her breasts are large and full and round and very bouncy as she amply demonstrates every time she goes braless. and though I never saw her naked in person, I guessed they were probably at least a D or more likely a DD cup. I did see her working out often in the gym, so I was well aware of her washboard abs, rock hard hips and thighs and her perfectly round bubble butt. She could easily be described as muscular, but not excessively so.

I’m not afraid to say I was proud of my own body. I put a lot of effort into maintaining it, though most of that was actually done at work as I always worked hard and avoided labor saving shortcuts that could also negatively affect the quality of my work. Since I also loved to swim, was a certified scuba diver, loved boating and being out on the water and just being outdoors in general, I got all the cardiovascular exercise I needed too. So, I guess it shouldn’t have come as a surprise what happened next.

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We’d both just arrived at my place coming from a little friends’ get-together at Kelly and Magan’s place. Deciding not to call it a night yet, Briget turned on my rarely used TV and tuned in a Skinimax softcore porn movie. This was one of her favorite things to watch after hours and I never argued. Why argue about watching attractive people making out and getting it on anyway?

She started looking around the room speculatively and I wondered what she was up to. Sometimes she would get into these strange teasing moods that were always fun, but always left me wondering if she was serious or not. But since she’d never followed up on any of it, I’d just assumed it was her having a little fun at her best friend’s expense. After all, what were friends for if you couldn’t have a little fun with them?

She picked up a bottle of massage oil that Kelly and Magan had given me for my last birthday. That was their go to gift for all occasions. After all, who couldn’t find a use for good massage oil? A single could use it to massage a friend or lover or make a friend into a lover after a massage, and a couple could use the oil to massage their partner until they were ready to make it more than a massage. Or they could just use it to enhance their love play! Kelly and Magan were all about life being a series of chances to express oneself sexually, and they firmly believed that as many of those opportunities should be taken advantage of as humanly possible!

“You haven’t even opened this yet!” Briget giggled grinning at me, “How long’s it been? You know how Kelly and Magan feel about that kind of stuff!”

“I was just recently made single when they gave that to me, remember?” I chuckled, “I figured I’d just save it until one of those glorious opportunities came up! It just hasn’t quite yet, that’s all.”

She just grinned evilly at me. “It is now, I want a massage!”

I grinned right back at her, accepting the challenge in her eyes. “Sure, I can do that. Where do you want it? Should I do your neck and shoulders?”