Underestimated Too by Jettie Woodruff

around with Valerie.”
    “What do you mean?” I asked.
    Drew once again walked to the window. “Valerie was
around a lot. I guess I was maybe seventeen the first time I’d touched her.”
Drew laughed and shook his head. “You have anything to drink here?” he asked
Deidra.
    “Yes, what would you like, caffeine or alcohol?”
    “Alcohol.”
    Deidra poured Drew a glass of vodka.
    He swallowed a nice gulp and shuttered as it burned
going down. “My mother had gone out of town for a fashion show. I was sitting
in Michael’s office going over some numbers when he came in to get me, stating,
‘Come on, we’re going to play tonight.’ And he showed me a wicked smile. I was
instantly panicked, thinking the worse. I was afraid Michael was going to
expect me to do more. He was expecting me to do more, just not with him.
Valerie was fucking beautiful, the kind of woman men pay big money for,” Drew
explained.
    I shifted on the sofa, uncomfortable about him
calling someone else beautiful.
    “I always knew Michael entertained Valerie. She was
there every time her husband left town. Michael thought it was time I learn how
to handle a woman. Valerie was the first woman I ever spanked,” Drew
remembered, swishing his drink in a circle.
    I looked at Deidra, feeling the crimson in my face.
Did he just admit to spanking me? Did I just divulge it by my embarrassed
cheeks?
    “I did all kinds of things to Valerie that night. I
tasted her pussy with the direction of Michael, telling me everything to do, spanked
her, stuck my dick in her mouth, and then fucked her for five seconds. That’s
how long I lasted. I’m not sure I even made it two strokes before I shot my
load. I wanted my mother to be out of town after that night. When my mother was
away, Valerie came to play,” Drew explained in great detail.
    I may be the one, needing an intervention that
night. I hated listening to him talk about what he did to this woman. I knew
this woman. I knew exactly who she was, and I couldn’t believe what I was
hearing. She’d been at many of the same functions that I was forced to attend
with Drew. There was even one night that I was sure he’d taken her someplace
and fucked her. Drew told me to stand right by the drink table, smile, and look
pretty until he got back. I watched him follow her from the room. I had
forgotten all about that night until he had to go and tell me how much he loved
fucking her. I was sitting there fuming, sure I couldn’t be any angrier. I was
wrong about that too.
    “About a year after that, I met Skyler at an
auction. She was the most desirable woman I’d ever seen in my life. Her coiffed,
blonde hair was soft and flowed like waves in the ocean. Her eyes, I swear were
brighter than blue diamonds.”
    “Okay, Drew. We get it, we don’t need a poem about
how beautiful Skyler’s hair and eyes are.” I assured him, crossing my arms in a
pout. I got the look from Deidra that I was quickly learning meant to shut up.
    Drew smiled at me with a wink before continuing, “Skyler
and I rapidly became an item. Her parents loved me, her mother was determined
that she and I would marry. When I wasn’t working, I was with Skyler. She’s how
I met Derik. She and Jena were friends.”
    “Wait. Jena was Skyler’s friend?” I interrupted
again. She’d pretended to be my friend for many years.
    “Yes, why?”
    “Drew, how long were you and Skyler an item after we
got married?” I was pissed. I didn’t care what Deidra said. I wanted answers.
    “Morgan, you know things weren’t like that with us
then. You can’t get mad at me for that now.”
    “Oh, just like you can’t get mad at me when I have
to talk about Dawson, right? Would you like to hear about my sex life with
Dawson?” I smartly asked Deidra.
    “No. I want you to sit there and listen without
talking. I was afraid this was eventually going to happen. You’re the one that
insisted on couples therapy, Morgan. I told you it may be better if Drew