The Married Man of Summer #1

The Married Man of Summer #1
By Sabrina G. Langton

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Something quick.. something from a nice quiet neighborhood, I hope YOU like it...

*Stories from the real world
This story is slightly, slightly, very slightly autobiographical. Ha...

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Between the beginning of summer 1987 and the end of spring 1988, life was, well interesting...

"Wait." Big Al was interrogating me, like usual. You have been with three guys and they were all married? You are such a slut."

"All three were accidents, I didn't plan on any of them," I explained, I was a nice girl.

"Doesn't matter. So I'm guessing you have a type, it's a wide net, but still a net."

Big Al was my friend, Alyssa Cafferty, she came from a big Irish family. Five siblings, two parents, and three grandparents lived in her house. They lived above me, all eleven of them, they woke me up and kept me awake. I didn't mind, I didn't sleep too much, I slept in pantyhose and a teddie, I was usually excited. I turned twenty-three in January, Big Al was a year older, and we were suddenly inseparable. She also wasn't that 'Big,' maybe 5'6" I was 5'8". When we wore six-inch heels we were still close to the same size. Oh, and it was Big Al's bra size that got her that great nickname. She was a C in grammar school and a D in high school, she was bigger than that now and she was very popular in the neighborhood.

"Hey Big Al, shake!" The men would yell when we walked the Avenue.

"In your dreams!" She would yell back, sometimes giving them the finger. She was real good at that.

I moved to Bay Ridge, Brooklyn a couple of months before, I wanted to get dressed up more, I needed to grow up and get out of my parent's basement. I moved, and so did they. They were now in Connecticut, far enough away that I didn't have to visit too often. I lived on the bottom floor of Al's house, I shared the floor with four other people, we shared a kitchen. To think I moved because I wanted some privacy, now I had none.

"Can we talk about something else?" I was begging Big Al, she loved to ask about my insignificant love life, my slightly slutty past, she thought it was hysterical, salacious, and just plain crazy. "Sometimes I wish you never found my pumps."