A Tale of Two “Tribbies”

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A Tale of Two “Tribbies”
by rat_race

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I could barely believe what I was seeing with my own eyes. And it was all taking place right in front of me, in real time. My ex-girlfriend, Susie–who used to be my girlfriend, up until about a week ago–was “getting it on” with her best friend, Sharon, in the back yard of Sharon’s house.

Meanwhile, my friend, Davy–who was Susie’s older brother–and I were both hiding in the shadows behind the 5-foot-tall rock wall that separated Sharon’s back yard from her neighbor’s back yard, and we were secretly witnessing those two young dishwater blondes, who were so caught up in the throes of their own lesbian passions that they never noticed our two pairs of peeping Tom eyes that were popped up just over the top of that rock wall that evening.

Barely one week before this, Davy, Sharon, Susie and I were all part of the same Scooby Gang. And we had been for quite some time. We all lived on the same street in my neighborhood, and we were all close to the same age. So we related to each other very well. We used to hang out together all the time.

But what we four Scooby Gangers all really loved to do the most, was to secretly sneak out of our respective homes very late at night, and then rendezvous together somewhere outside in the shadows behind the trees and bushes and other neighbors’ houses, so that we could sit and talk, and basically enjoy each other’s company. And believe it or not, it was that innocent. Talking quietly and joking around occasionally was pretty much all that we ever did together, whenever we would sneak out at nights like that.

Oh, yeah. There was one more thing. I also used to hold hands with Susie, and put my arm around her shoulders or her waist, and even lean over from time to time and give Susie a big juicy kiss on the lips, because she was my girlfriend at the time, and we were “going steady” with each other.

If you want to get a good idea of what Susie looked like, just picture the girl Muppet (the one named “Janice”) who was the guitarist for the Muppet rock house band on The Muppet Show. In other words, my girlfriend, Susie, had mastered that classic thin, lanky “California girl” look. And just like her Muppet counterpart, Susie was also virtually flat-chested.

But honestly, that didn’t matter me at all. In fact, believe it or not, to this very day, flat-chested or small-breasted women turn me on the most. And I was head-over-heels for Susie at the time. I loved the way that her entire body looked, just as much as I loved the person who was inside that awesome-looking “California girl” body of hers.

And so you can imagine my disbelief and total shock when Susie had met with me in private just the week before, and told me that she was breaking up with me. I was devastated by that unexpected piece of news!

My friend, Davy, on the other hand, was nothing less than elated when he found out about Susie breaking up with me. Susie was his younger sister, by about a year. And he wasn’t too thrilled that his little sister had taken a liking to his long-time friend.

Davy was about a year older than me. But despite our age difference, we were very close friends, and had been for many years. Shortly after I had reached puberty, Davy had taken me under his wing and patiently taught me all about “masturbation,” and “sperm,” and other sexually-related stuff like that.

So Davy and I had a special bond, and one which had been unintentionally threatened by my romantic relationship with Susie, over the last several months. Basically, during the daylight and evening hours, I was hanging out more and more with Susie, and less and less with Davy. But late at night, our whole Scooby Gang still continued to get together to sneak out–that is, until Susie finally broke up with me, which brought everything to a grinding halt.

Then about a week later, on a Friday night at around 2:00 AM, I was woken up by the high-pitched sound of a coin being steadily-but-gently tapped against the glass of my bedroom window. And so I got up out of bed and went to the window to investigate. And there was Davy on the other side of the glass pane, motioning for me to open the window up.

When I did, Davy explained to me in a forced whisper that he knew exactly why Susie had broken up with me, and that he wanted me to sneak out with him right away, so that he could show me why.

To be sure, that was a very cryptic thing for me to hear coming out of Davy’s mouth.