The doorbell rang as Scott sat with his neighbor watching the All-Star game. Between the sound of the TV and the hum of the air conditioning, the ring caught them both by surprise.
Must be Michelle, I bet she forgot her keys again, Scott commented about his wife.
He was surprised instead to find a State Trooper with a Highway Patrol badge on his chest. Are you Mr. Johnstone, Scott Johnstone, asked the officer.
When Scott confirmed his identity and showed a license as confirmation, he was told that there had been an accident on the freeway. Apparently, a drunk driver was driving north in the southbound lane and hit the car of a woman believed to belong to Michelle Johnstone. You wife drives a white Nissan Altima Coupe, sir, asked the officer.
After confirmation of the car, the officer explained that the woman in the car had died instantly. The drunk driver had hit the Nissan head-on, and both cars burst into flames. Both his wife and the drunk driver were dead. The officer took Scott and his neighbor to the county morgue where the identity of the deceased female, as she was called by the coroner, was confirmed to be 25-year old Michelle Johnstone.
Scott Johnstone was 26 years old and a widower.
Scott and Michelle met when Michelles family moved from Chicago when Michelles dad had a job transfer to the area when Michelle was 9. Their friendship grew through the years. Michelle encouraged Scott to join Virgin-Keepers, a group of high school kids who pledged to remain virgins until marriage. Unlike many of their friends, the couple kept their promise. After dating others in high school, the two started going out in college, and had married just six months before the accident. Michelle was his life-mate, his soul-mate, his second-half. To add to the tragedy of the death, the Coroners report indicated that Michelle was newly pregnant at the time of the crash.
Life in the next six months was spent in a fog. After the funeral, Scott returned to work, spending long hours at this desk to avoid the loneliness at home. Thanksgiving was painful. His sister was there with her belly starting to show the baby that grew within her, and his brother had his two boys with him. All complete families. And Scott.
When Christmas time came, Scott told his family that he would not be joining them his year, but would instead be going to Lake Tahoe with his neighbor John and some other friends. With the car was loaded and skis on the roof, the group headed out of town for a long weekend of drinking, eating and skiing.
Although Scott missed skiing with Michelle, he found some peace on the mountain and attacked the slopes with an aggression and a smile that the others had not seen since that night back in July. The group had dinner at home the first night, firing up the grill for steak, swordfish and chicken. Food was plentiful and the liquor flowed. After the great meal, John suggested that the group hit the outdoor hot tub. They all agreed and went their separate ways to put on bathing suits.
Once in the hot tub with refilled glasses, the five of them started a trivia game. As usual, some were better than others and as the liquor took hold, Johns friend Steven suggested a game of strip trivia to keep things interesting. Scott had been looking at Morgan, a tall busty blonde since they arrived at the mountain and was hoping that she fit the dumb-blonde mold.
Questions went around about sports, news, politics and entertainment. John lost the first question and lost his bathing suit. Although cat calls were made, there was nothing to see due to the thick layer of bubbles that had formed on the top of the water. Morgan lost next, and decided to remove her bottoms to be safe.
Next, Johns girlfriend Susan blew an answer and said, Oh what the hell and pulled off her top. Her small tits were a sight for all to see, especially Scott who hadnt seen real-life breasts in six months. Scott thought he nailed the next question, but was wrong and lost his suit and was thankful for the bubbly cover.
Megan lost a question about some movie from the 90s and had no choice but to show her amazing tits to the group. As she peeled of her tight top, the men all stopped and stared. John got a whack on the head from Susan, while the Lisa, the only one who had not lost any clothing punched Scott in the arm.
Within 15 minutes all clothing was gone, so the next round of questions would require the loser to stand on the bench to show what was lurking under the bubbles. Megans loss was a gain for the group as she stood to reveal her smoothly shaven pussy, something Scott had never seen before. As she twirled around, the men and women yelled Whoo hoo as her ass was displayed.
Baseball is next. Scott was good at this, or so he thought. The question was about batting averages and Scott answered incorrectly. Being a team player, and having lots of booze in him, he stood on the bench revealing his hard cock to the group. The group was silent as they stared at his cock.
Must be Michelle, I bet she forgot her keys again, Scott commented about his wife.
He was surprised instead to find a State Trooper with a Highway Patrol badge on his chest. Are you Mr. Johnstone, Scott Johnstone, asked the officer.
When Scott confirmed his identity and showed a license as confirmation, he was told that there had been an accident on the freeway. Apparently, a drunk driver was driving north in the southbound lane and hit the car of a woman believed to belong to Michelle Johnstone. You wife drives a white Nissan Altima Coupe, sir, asked the officer.
After confirmation of the car, the officer explained that the woman in the car had died instantly. The drunk driver had hit the Nissan head-on, and both cars burst into flames. Both his wife and the drunk driver were dead. The officer took Scott and his neighbor to the county morgue where the identity of the deceased female, as she was called by the coroner, was confirmed to be 25-year old Michelle Johnstone.
Scott Johnstone was 26 years old and a widower.
Scott and Michelle met when Michelles family moved from Chicago when Michelles dad had a job transfer to the area when Michelle was 9. Their friendship grew through the years. Michelle encouraged Scott to join Virgin-Keepers, a group of high school kids who pledged to remain virgins until marriage. Unlike many of their friends, the couple kept their promise. After dating others in high school, the two started going out in college, and had married just six months before the accident. Michelle was his life-mate, his soul-mate, his second-half. To add to the tragedy of the death, the Coroners report indicated that Michelle was newly pregnant at the time of the crash.
Life in the next six months was spent in a fog. After the funeral, Scott returned to work, spending long hours at this desk to avoid the loneliness at home. Thanksgiving was painful. His sister was there with her belly starting to show the baby that grew within her, and his brother had his two boys with him. All complete families. And Scott.
When Christmas time came, Scott told his family that he would not be joining them his year, but would instead be going to Lake Tahoe with his neighbor John and some other friends. With the car was loaded and skis on the roof, the group headed out of town for a long weekend of drinking, eating and skiing.
Although Scott missed skiing with Michelle, he found some peace on the mountain and attacked the slopes with an aggression and a smile that the others had not seen since that night back in July. The group had dinner at home the first night, firing up the grill for steak, swordfish and chicken. Food was plentiful and the liquor flowed. After the great meal, John suggested that the group hit the outdoor hot tub. They all agreed and went their separate ways to put on bathing suits.
Once in the hot tub with refilled glasses, the five of them started a trivia game. As usual, some were better than others and as the liquor took hold, Johns friend Steven suggested a game of strip trivia to keep things interesting. Scott had been looking at Morgan, a tall busty blonde since they arrived at the mountain and was hoping that she fit the dumb-blonde mold.
Questions went around about sports, news, politics and entertainment. John lost the first question and lost his bathing suit. Although cat calls were made, there was nothing to see due to the thick layer of bubbles that had formed on the top of the water. Morgan lost next, and decided to remove her bottoms to be safe.
Next, Johns girlfriend Susan blew an answer and said, Oh what the hell and pulled off her top. Her small tits were a sight for all to see, especially Scott who hadnt seen real-life breasts in six months. Scott thought he nailed the next question, but was wrong and lost his suit and was thankful for the bubbly cover.
Megan lost a question about some movie from the 90s and had no choice but to show her amazing tits to the group. As she peeled of her tight top, the men all stopped and stared. John got a whack on the head from Susan, while the Lisa, the only one who had not lost any clothing punched Scott in the arm.
Within 15 minutes all clothing was gone, so the next round of questions would require the loser to stand on the bench to show what was lurking under the bubbles. Megans loss was a gain for the group as she stood to reveal her smoothly shaven pussy, something Scott had never seen before. As she twirled around, the men and women yelled Whoo hoo as her ass was displayed.
Baseball is next. Scott was good at this, or so he thought. The question was about batting averages and Scott answered incorrectly. Being a team player, and having lots of booze in him, he stood on the bench revealing his hard cock to the group. The group was silent as they stared at his cock.
