An Offer Not Sampled … Part III Conclusion

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Here is the 3rd and concluding installment of my story about my neighbor Becky. In case you need a refresher, here is part 1  And here is part 2

You have to understand. Becky is attractive. Becky is sexy. Becky is fun loving. But Becky is oh, so conservative. What she was doing was so unlike her! And don’t forget, this was a neighborhood back yard party.

I think I began to sweat. Not for me, of course, but for Becky. If her husband found out how she was behaving, what might he think? What would his attitude going forward be towards me?

I looked around. To my surprise, no one seemed to be watching. The Baptists, including the nosie-parker husband, seemed to have already left. Everyone else was either dancing, had their face in their drink, or were too far away in the dim light to really see the action going on in front of my table. And my neighbor seated beside me, Jimmy, wasn’t going to be spilling any beans. I could count on that. Whew! I’d lucked out so far.

Just then the music changed, and a romantic slow song came on. I can’t remember the tune, but what I certainly do remember is Becky coming around the table, and almost forcibly getting me up to dance with her. We had hands on each others’ hips, which allowed a one foot separation between our bodies. That was good. I felt strange, in that I was quite comfortable with Becky, while at the same time, feeling very uncomfortable. On reflection, I chalked it up to being fine with her, but sensitive to the possible neighborhood gossip. Our conversation went something like this:

Becky – “At last I have you up dancing. I thought it would never happen.”

Marty – “Well you know I would love to dance with you. I just hate the gossip that might come out of it.”

Becky – “Oh don’t be silly, Marty. Nothing’s happening. We’re all good friends here.”

Marty – “Uh-huh”

Meanwhile I am looking her up and down. I mentioned the dress, right? And I know my growing erection has been noticed. We’re just too near each other for it not to have been. I’m not embarrassed, of course, that I have a hard-on and I know Becky knows. We’re both adults. I feel confident she is pleased.

Becky- “We’re good friends aren’t we Marty?”

I swallowed hard. “Yes, of course we are, Becky.”

Becky- “Well, maybe we should get friendlier.”

While I really liked where I thought this was going, I actually didn’t like where I thought this was going.

“Umm, maybe you’ve had a few too many gin and tonics, Becky.”

“Maybe I have” her eyes twinkled back.

And with that, we both decided it was probably wise to call it a night.


I thought of that evening 4 years ago as I chatted with Becky on her lawn. How she and her husband split, sold their lovely house and divorced. And now, Becky introduced me to her new fiance who had just driven up.

As he and I checked each other out, my analytical mind began to calculate. Was I wise to have not pursued things? Their marriage was already on the ropes undoubtedly, so any involvement I would have had with Becky wouldn’t have changed the outcome. And she would have been lovely to have. But I would not have known that. When Becky and her husband broke up, I would have had in the back of my mind some guilt, feeling that I must have had a role. So things were probably better as they were.

But then I also thought of the future. A bit longer term. I’m thinking Becky and I are going to stay in touch. Stay good friends. Because the future can last a very long time. And I have a feeling the fiance might not last.

 

 

 

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6 thoughts on “An Offer Not Sampled … Part III Conclusion

  1. Marty, at the end of the day you are a gentleman. You did the right thing and you can rest easy knowing that you weren’t the cause of any relationship drama. But it’s always fun to think about what might have been…..

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