Mikel & Nadine - My Best Friend's Girl 
By Dancer
Copyright, 2001

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Admonition: It's pop quiz time!

Pick two of Michael Jackson's brothers.
a) Joe
b) Reggie
c) Randy
d) Tito
e) None of the above

Not successful? Then please leave off and pester another 
writer because you aren't older than 18.


Author's note: This is an adult story based on the 
characters of Mikel and Nadine. The names are used by 
permission of Empath. Certain details and names have been 
changed to protect the guilty and keep the innocent from 
getting any ideas.

{Empath's $0.02: And for the record, I DON'T *giggle*!  I 
chuckle; there's a world of difference! :)}

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My Best Friend's Girl - A Mikel & Nadine story


Nadine
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Mikel and I waited at the airport in Omaha for Aaron's 
flight to come in. The snow was still pretty light and all 
the planes were on time (so far). Mikel went downstairs for 
the United arrivals concourse and I stood outside of the 
front doors smoking a cigarette. Aaron Tovar was my 
husband's best friend since junior high, much like Cass and 
I, and would be staying with us in Hastings, Nebraska for 
two weeks. Aaron was a tri-athlete and made his living 
competing in Iron Man competitions globally. We were a 
stopover on his way to New Zealand for one such event.

I hoped he had filled out. All I'd seen of him were 
pictures in Mikel's yearbook and Aaron was rail-thin with a 
girlish face. Maybe being an athlete had kicked his 
testosterone in gear, I thought and snuffed my cigarette 
out. I went inside to find Mikel. On my way downstairs, I 
overheard two airport security people saying the highways 
out of Omaha were closed. I hurried up and found Mikel 
sitting in the lounge area. "Mikel, the roads are closed. 
Should I see about getting a hotel room?"

He looked up. "Yeah, you'd better. Two rooms if possible." 
I nodded and went in search of a payphone. I called four 
other hotels before finding one with any rooms available. I 
reserved two and gave the man my credit card number. By the 
time I hung up, Aaron's plane had come in and he and Mikel 
were slapping each other on the back.

"M-mmm, m-mmm, good," I whispered to myself. Aaron was 
totally buffed up with broad shoulders and a nice ass. That 
was all I could see because his jacket was in the way. He 
was slightly taller than Mikel, about 5'10", with straight 
black hair and dark blue eyes. I got closer to the pair and 
noticed Aaron's face didn't look girlish anymore because of 
the stubble on his cheeks and chin. I tapped Aaron on the 
right shoulder and demanded, "Don't I get a hug?"

He turned and pulled me into his arms. "Hey, Nadine. Nice 
to finally meet you in person." I kept my hands on his back 
and felt the muscles ripple. Oh yeah, the man had a bod!

I leaned my cheek against his breastbone and inhaled his 
scent. It was something spicy and light and made me want to 
keep my nose buried there. His weight shifted at my 
continued closeness. I let him go and said, "You smell 
good." I hit Mikel on the arm. "Hon, you need to get some 
of that from him."

Mikel put his arm over my shoulders. "Oh yeah, I want to 
smell like chlorine and Brut."

"It's a hell of a lot better than smelling like the turd 
you are," Aaron retorted and got Mikel in a headlock. He 
rubbed his knuckles hard on Mikel's head.

"Pick on somebody your own size, Aaron," I said. I licked 
my finger and stuck it in his ear. Aaron let Mikel go and 
rubbed his wet ear on his shoulder. "In case you hadn't 
noticed, the snow is coming down pretty hard and we've got 
to get to our hotel."

Mikel answered with mock meekness, "Yes dear." I let the 
two guys walk ahead of me to the baggage claim. I nearly 
ran into a cement post because I was too busy comparing 
Aaron's ass to my husband's. I decided Aaron's was the 
better simply since I hadn't any opportunity to see it sans 
clothes. The baggage carousel was surrounded and I stood 
back, allowing Mikel and Aaron to retrieve the luggage.

As I waited, I played 'spy at the airport'. Which one of 
these travelers was an international government spy? I 
looked for the person who had the best view of the whole 
room and tried to look unobtrusive (other than myself). I 
decided the Islamic woman wearing the traditional black 
gown, wimple and veil was the spy. Oh sure, she had already 
been pegged by security because she was Arabic, but her 
black Air Jordans peeking beneath the hem gave her away.

"Did you find the spy?" a man's voice asked from my right. 
I glanced over and recognized him.

"Trent Bailey! What the hell are you doing in Nebraska?" I 
was shocked. I'd met Trent on my failed bus trip to 
Edmonton two years ago. He played pro hockey for the 
Winnipeg Jets until he had knee surgery. When I met him, he 
was playing in the minors.

"I'm an assistant coach for my old team. I flew down 
yesterday to scout a kid and today I'm hoping to find my 
luggage." He smirked and held out a claim check ticket for 
his bags. "Did you know I was in town and wanted to finish 
what you started back in Manitoba?"

My face flushed with embarrassment at the memory. We'd 
gotten hot and heavy after meeting at the Minneapolis bus 
station but no sex. I remember promising Trent a night of 
hot monkey love when I got a hold of some birth control. 
"I'm here with my *husband*. His best friend came in today 
and we're taking him back with us for two weeks." Mikel and 
Aaron weaved their way over to where I stood, bags in tow. 
Trent waited for an introduction. "Mikel, this is my friend 
Trent Bailey. Trent, this is Mikel, my hubby, and that's 
Aaron, his bud."

"*The* Trent Bailey? Trent Bailey who played for the 
Winnipeg Jets? 'Hat Trick' Bailey?" Aaron stammered.

Trent nodded. "Yep. That's me."

"I can attest to the authenticity of the nickname 'Hat 
Trick'," I stated, smacking Trent's firm butt. He grinned 
boyishly, obviously recalling my hand job that made him 
shoot his load three times. "You better go track down your 
bags," I said to Trent as Mikel led Aaron away. "Call me!" 
I found a pen in my coat pocket and scribbled my number on 
Trent's jeans. I waved goodbye and ran to catch up with 
Mikel.

They were just inside the entrance waiting for me. I zipped 
up and slid my gloves on. "I'll bring to car around, 'kay?"

"Aaron's not dressed for this weather," Mikel pointed out. 
Aaron wore jeans, dress shirt, sneakers and a windbreaker.

"It was great when I left Ontario!"

"I hope you packed warm stuff. MEN!" I muttered and went 
out into a raging blizzard. The wind blew straight through 
you and I kept my head down. The car wasn't too far away. I 
had picked a spot on the end of a row in case we had to use 
a cart for the luggage. The bright red maple leaf hanging 
from the rear view mirror told me the red Chevy 
Cavalier next to me was mine. I unlocked the doors and got 
inside. The key slipped into the ignition and I cranked the 
motor, letting the car warm up. I played with the heater to 
defrost the windshield and grabbed the scraper off the 
floor.

The car was brushed free of snow for now and I pulled up to 
the front doors. I tapped on the horn to let Mikel and 
Aaron know I was here. The two left the protection of the 
warm building and loaded Aaron's two bags in the trunk. 
Mikel climbed in the backseat, allowing his friend to sit 
up front and see the sights. There wasn't much to see 
because of the thick snow coming down and I just saw the 
hotel's driveway before I passed it. I let the guys out at 
the entrance and parked the car close to the building.

My gloves got jammed in my pocket as I walked to the front 
desk. I stood behind a young couple asking about a room. 
The receptionist told them all the rooms were booked and 
apologized. The couple walked away disheartened. I asked 
for the two rooms reserved under my name. The woman at the 
desk produced two key cards and gave me directions to the 
elevators. I glanced at the couple and asked Mikel, "Do we 
really need two rooms? They both have double beds."

Mikel looked at Aaron, who shrugged no. "No, I think we can 
all bunk in one room."

I sent Mikel and Aaron a sweet smile and returned to the 
desk. "Um, I won't be needing the second room after all. 
Can that couple have it? I'll pay for tonight." The 
receptionist smiled and motioned for the two people to come 
over. She explained how I had booked a room I wouldn't be 
using and that I was willing to let them have it and pay 
for the night. They were ecstatic and the man offered to 
reimburse me. I turned him down and mumbled about being a 
Good Samaritan.

Aaron, Mikel and I found the elevators and rode up to the 
sixth floor. We went down the hall looking for 657. It was 
next to the ice machine room. I slid the card key in the 
lock and opened the door. The room was fairly large and 
most prominent were the two beds in the center. A small 
nightstand sat between them and there was a table on the 
far side near the wall. The chest of drawers had a huge 
television on top of it. I unzipped my coat, tossed it on 
one bed and went to check out the bathroom.

I checked behind the shower curtain and looked through all 
the drawers. On the vanity were the complimentary soaps, 
shampoo plus conditioner, four plastic cups and two 
washcloths. Extra towels sat on metal shelves above the 
toilet and a blow drier was hooked in a wall jack just in 
case. I went back to the main room and watched Aaron unpack 
some of his clothes while Mikel flipped on the TV. The 
clock on the nightstand read 5.08 p.m. and I asked, "Do you 
guys want something to eat?"

"Room service?" Mikel asked and glanced at his friend.

Aaron shrugged. "Fine by me. I'm starved." I found the room 
service menu and sat on one bed next to Mikel. He curled up 
behind me and we perused the menu.

"Everything's so pricey," Mikel said. "They're charging 
$9.95 for a ham and cheese sandwich. Call Snowballs and see 
if they'll deliver." I reached for the phone and dialed up 
the pizza place.

"It's open and Chuck's working. He'll drive in anything," I 
said. "Aaron, what do you want? They have pizza, chicken, 
subs and spaghetti."

"Chicken sounds great."

I spoke into the phone; "We need a family bucket of 
chicken, two large waters, a large Mountain Dew for 
delivery to the Five Points Hotel on Riverside. I'll meet 
you down in the lobby. Nadine Torssen, room 657. Bye." I 
hung up. "Chuck said he'd be by in thirty minutes and if 
he's not, send out the dogs." I kissed Mikel on the cheek 
and got up, swinging my coat over my shoulders. "I'm headed 
down for a smoke and will return with supper." I figured 
the guys might want to talk without me around and left the 
room.


Aaron
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I watched Nadine through lowered lashes as she left me with 
Mikel. "So, what do you think?" Mikel asked me.

"She's...all right," I hedged. How do tell your best friend 
you think his wife is plain?

"What? You were expecting her to be like Pamela?" Mikel 
replied.

I shook my finger at him. "You swore you would never 
mention Pamela to me. The biggest mistake of my life, 
hooking up with that woman." I shuddered at the memory of 
my ex-wife. Pamela convinced me that she was pregnant with 
my baby and I bought it, hook, line and sinker. I sued for 
divorce when the baby's blood was typed at A neg. Pam's and 
mine were O positive and biology don't work that way. I 
tossed a sweatshirt on my bed. "Do you realize your sweet 
Nadine felt me up?"

"Her hands were on your back the whole time. I know cause I 
was watching."

"She was thinking about it," I said and went into the 
bathroom to take a leak. "There was this fire in her eyes 
like a dog who'd just scented a rabbit," I hollered through 
the closed door. I pulled out my dick and raised the seat. 
Nadine was overweight but would be beautiful if she were a 
few inches taller. She reminded me of those funhouse 
mirrors that shift your image to tall and thin or short and 
squat. The sounds of urine hitting water echoed and I had 
to yell louder, "Her voice is fabulous, though. A shade 
higher than Kathleen Turner's, like you said."

"I tell Nadine she has a 'brandy voice', not as harsh and 
gravelly as 'whiskey voice'. She still laughs like a little 
girl. Makes me feel like a pedophile," Mikel said.

My dick started to get hard so I shook it off and flushed. 
I washed my hand and went back to Mikel. "How come she 
knows Trent Bailey?" I asked as I zipped my fly.

"Nadine said they met when she was coming to Edmonton a 
couple years ago." I saw a light flush on his cheeks.

"Come on, give. What *really* happened between those two." 
I sat on my bed across from him. He squirmed for a while 
before talking.

"They met at Minneapolis. When Nadine got stuck in 
Winnipeg, Trent came to the rescue. He gave her a ride on 
the team bus since his team was playing in Edmonton."

"And..." There was more to it than that.

"Nadine and I agreed after we met that I wouldn't stand in 
her way if she found some guy to sleep with for a night. 
She uses rubbers and besides, she only gave Trent a hand 
job."

I couldn't believe it. My friend - quiet, shy Mikel Torssen 
- let his wife fool around on him. "Ditch the bitch."

"Aaron, I love Nadine. I won't ever leave her and she won't 
leave me. Trent happened before we married." Mikel started 
pacing. "I remember you taking me trolling for women, 
telling me Nadine was 2,000 miles away and wouldn't know. 
Was my night Jessie any different than Nadine's with 
Trent?" I hung my in shame, knowing he was absolutely 
right. "Hell, if I was gay and Trent came on to me, I'd be 
all over him like white on rice."

A smile curved my lips and a small chuckle escaped. I 
titled my head back and forth. "Yeah, I would too."

"You won't believe the truth of why I let Nadine sleep 
around." I waited. And waited. The fucker let me hang there 
before saying, "The woman is amazing. I can't keep up with 
her sexual appetite. I give her a mind-blowing, screaming-
to-wake-the-dead orgasm which, theoretically, should knock 
her to sleep, and she's begging for more!" He flopped on 
the bed. "Nadine's been around the block, so to speak, but 
her pussy is as tight a newly deflowered virgin. I can't 
figure out why some guy didn't snap her up before I came 
into the picture."

"She's not exactly a beauty queen, Mikel. Looks are 
important to guys, you know that."

"I bet that Nadine can get you flat on your back and hard 
enough to pound nails in concrete in two minutes. No 
touching allowed during that time."

I lay back on the bed. "If I win, what do I get?"

"You can watch us go at it. If you lose, though, I getta 
watch you fuck my dear wife."

Seems like an easy bet to win, I thought. I stuck out my 
hand and we shook on it. "We say nothing when she comes 
back." Now I knew I would win for sure. My doubting Thomas 
side poked his head in as I saw Mikel grin like an idiot. 
We still had time to kill before Nadine got back with 
supper and we gabbed about the people from high school.

Nadine walked through the door ten minutes later. Mikel and 
I pounced on the chicken, devouring it down to the bones. 
She scowled and grabbed a breast for herself. She picked 
off the crunchy skin, eating it first, then stripped the 
tender white meat from the bones. The two minutes began 
after Mikel and I ate and I raised an eyebrow in his 
direction. I'd never seen anybody eat chicken like Nadine 
did, peeling chunks of meat and bringing the pieces to her 
lips.

"Did you guys have a nice chat?" she asked and looked at 
both of us. I watched as her tongue lured the meat between 
her lips. She bit and used her mouth muscle to draw the 
piece inside. Her cheeks filled out as she chewed slowly, 
savoring the taste. Uh-oh, my cock stirred a little and I 
glanced at the clock. Time's almost up, about thirty 
seconds to go. I can make it, I thought.

...Until Nadine licked and sucked the chicken flavor off 
her fingers. One by one, each digit went in and her mouth 
puckered, sucking the skin dry. Mikel kept his eyes on my 
crotch. The zipper pressed against my dick and I knew I had 
lost the bet. "Shit," I groaned and heard Mikel laugh his 
ass off.

"Mikel, what the fuck is going on?" she demanded and fisted 
his shirtfront.

Mikel regained his composure slowly. "Honey, you told me 
how you'd like to jump Aaron's bones, right?" She nodded. 
"Well, here's your chance. I bet him that you could get him 
hard and on his back in two minutes. Since I won, you get 
to fuck him and I get to watch."

"I'm not flat on my back." I pointed out the technicality. 
Nadine stared right at me and traced her lips with her 
tongue. I sighed and dropped over backwards.

"You are now," she whispered.

I gestured wildly with my hands. "I can't do it. She's my 
best friend's wife." Something landed on my stomach. A 
condom. "Mikel, Nadine, I can't," I said weakly.

"Why?" Nadine asked. "Because I'm Mikel's wife? Because I'm 
not your type? I know you think I'm plain..."

I interrupted her. "You're not attractive to *me*."

She stood over my prone body. "Then just close your eyes 
and think of Canada."


Mikel
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I giggled at her remark. How typical of Nadine. A take-off 
of the line, 'lie back and think of England' from those 
regency-era books she read. I settled back, propping the 
pillows under my head and watching the show. Nadine untied 
Aaron's shoes, tossing them aside and pulling off his 
socks. She rubbed his arches for a bit, then worked her 
hands up to his fly. He gave her a slight protest vocally 
but made no move to stop her.

The metal zipper sounded loud as the teeth separated. 
Nadine tugged Aaron's jeans down his hips and off his legs. 
His jockeys were tented from his erection. My own dick 
swelled as I watched my wife brush her pink lips over the 
underwear and Aaron's cock. She licked at the bared skin 
above the waistband. Her hands slipped under Aaron's shirt, 
feeling his muscles. Aaron sat up and tore the shirt over 
his head and brought Nadine onto his lap.

My hands freed my hard member and stroked myself, enjoying 
my friend's loss of control. Nadine pulled away and began 
undressing, teasing us both. Her T-shirt went first and she 
rubbed the cotton material along her face and breasts. I 
could see her nipples straining against her brassiere. She 
glanced at me beneath hooded eyes and traced the hard 
nubbins. My breathing got heavy. She straddled Aaron and 
reached behind to undo the four hooks.

Aaron drew the straps down Nadine's shoulders. Her big, 
silky breasts bounced in Aaron's face and he buried his 
mouth in the deep cleavage. Nadine let her head fall back 
and beckoned me with her sultry eyes. I went over to her 
and kissed her fully, sliding my tongue in her mouth. Her 
pants had an elastic waistband and I pulled them over her 
full hips easily. As usual, Nadine wore no panties and I 
kneaded both ass cheeks as we kissed.

She broke away and got Aaron out of his jockeys. I saw he 
was longer than I was and the glans glistened with precum. 
Nadine wrapped a delicate hand around the cock and stroked. 
Aaron moaned. I moaned. Nadine simply smiled and ripped 
open the condom's wrapper. With the rolled up rubber in one 
hand, she bent down and bathed the cockhead with her 
saliva, blowing across the wetness. Aaron bucked his hips 
and the rubber slid down his manhood, encasing it.

Nadine rubbed her pussy, making sure she was well 
lubricated. We changed positions. Nadine lay on her back 
with her feet on the pillows; Aaron knelt between her 
thighs and I stood near my wife's mouth. Aaron bent to 
tongue Nadine's bush. "No," she said. "I want that huge 
cock in my hot little pussy." I shuddered at her harsh 
words and saw Aaron's eyes go dark with desire. I guess I'm 
not the only guy who likes being told what to do.

My friend parted her voluptuous thighs and settled his cock 
against her hole. I pumped my fist faster over my prick. 
Aaron pushed inside Nadine and her face lit up with 
pleasure. She held her knees and legs apart, giving Aaron 
full access. He fucked her with even strokes, resting his 
weight on his hands by her waist. "Put her knees on your 
shoulders," I breathed. He complied. I put my hands on her 
tits and pinched at her ruddy nipples.

Nadine got my cock in her hands and went into a nice hand 
job. She panted and began moaning, "Oh god, oooo, yes. 
Aaron harder. Fuck me hard. I want you to see me cum. My 
tight cunt is gonna strangle your fucking cock." She looked 
up at me, eyes jade green with desire. "Cum on me. Cum on 
my tits." Her mouth latched on to my dick and sucked 
feverishly.

The orders she gave were followed to the letter. I watched 
Aaron plow Nadine's snug furrow and my gland sliding in and 
out of her practiced mouth. Her plump hips pounded against 
Aaron's. My cock popped out and Nadine panted, "I'm close, 
I'm sooo close..." Our bodies were slick with sweat. 
Quickly, I got next to Aaron, beating myself off and 
diddling Nadine's protruding clit with a finger. "Aaron! 
Pull out. Get that rubber off and cum on my tits!"

Aaron pulled out and got the condom off. Luckily, he's 
right-handed and I'm a lefty, so our positions worked well. 
I kept fingering my wife's clit, seeing her cream dripping 
out. Aaron shoved two fingers inside Nadine's cunt and 
fucked her hard and fast. Her mouth formed an 'O' and she 
began singing a beautiful aria of orgasmic pleasure. I saw 
and felt her whole body spasm, rising off the bed with an 
arched back.

My balls tightened and I started spurting my cum. The white 
fluid splattered on her rounded belly and flushed bosom. 
Aaron's cum sprayed across her creamy globes, as directed. 
We pumped our cocks and kept shooting load after load of 
cum. The fourth shot dribbled over my fist and down my 
balls. I collapsed in a heap but Aaron continued coating 
Nadine's tits with his spunk. He went down after eight, 
falling to the floor. My breathing was heavy. I turned my 
head and watched Nadine massage all that cum over her 
breasts and belly.

     Licking the creamy ooze from her palms, she got up. 
"Mmmm, you taste so good.  I'm gonna want more of that." 
She walked into the bathroom, humming sweetly.

     Aaron pulled his chest over the edge of the mattress. 
"More?" he asked with a strangled voice. All I could do was 
nod.

     "I warned <gasp> you. <gasp> Now you know <gasp>."

     Aaron's face rested on his crossed forearms. 
"She's...incredible." Nadine returned from her trip. She 
carried a couple of wet face cloths and dry towels for us.

     I accepted mine with a satisfied grin. "Thanks, hon." 
I cleaned off my limp dick and balls with a wet cloth. 
Aaron did the same, staring at Nadine with a dopey look on 
his face.

     "I love you, Nadine," he sighed and fell fast asleep 
on the carpeted floor. I heard her giggle. She came over 
and helped me stand, walking me to the other bed. Nadine 
drew back the blankets and we crawled in, snuggling close.

     "Mikel?"

     "Yeees?" I wrapped an arm around her warm body and 
pulled her closer.

     Her breath tickled my ear as she whispered very 
softly, "Aaron still looks like a girl."

End

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Mikey's brothers are Tito and Randy.
Joe Jackson can be MJ's dad, a British pop singer, or an 
early 20th century baseball player.
Reggie Jackson was another baseball player, nicknamed 'Mr. 
October'.
