Crazy Post-Covid Weekend: NikkiWhen your boss is your best... Crazy Post-Covid Weekend: Nikki When your boss is your best friend, can his neglected wife call for ‘booty favors’? FRIDAY Everyone, I suspect, is fucked up in some way because of what has transpired over the last 15 months with the spread of COVID-19 and all the associated impacts. Personally, it has meant working from home, overly supporting Amazon and other delivery services and not socializing other than online. I crawled into bed at 11:20pm Sunday night thinking ‘What a crazy fucking weekend. I never… Oh well. It happened. Two days, three nights, three women fucked that I had never imagined fucking.’ It started Friday night. The weather was hot. My friend and boss invited me over at the end of the day. We hadn’t sat and shared a beer in over a year. We were both fully vaccinated. It was time to sit in his backyard and do something that felt a little normal. My boss and I have been friends for a long time. While he’s a Director and I’m a manager, we operate as equals at work. Our careers ebbed and flowed crossing paths several times, bringing one another along to companies we were working at. I arrived at his place a little later than planned. We had an issue at work that kept me engaged until 7:30. Fortunately he lived only 10 minutes from my house. After a shower and shave I walked into his backyard just shy of 8:30. Zach was already half in the bag, five empties sitting next to his chair, a sixth bottle in his hand mostly done. “Shit man. About time. Problem resolved?” Zach slurred out, reaching a hand into a cooler on the other side from the empties, handing me a cold one. “Problem resolved. Bill will monitor it and send an update Saturday and Sunday. Thanks.” We sat talking about how great it was to finally get together, moving to work items, world news topics and just stuff. Halfway into my third beer, Zach’s wife came outside to say hello. “Hey honey, before you sit down, can you bring another 12 out of the fridge and fill the cooler.” “Hey Eric. Nice to see you. Sure Zach. If you really think you need more. Be right back.” “Yep. We need more.” Zach’s wife Nikki was a few years younger than Zach and though she was born well beyond the end of the hippie era, she had a demeanor that would have fit right into those times. She never got dolled up for instance, but had a down-to-earth natural beauty that drew people to her no matter how casual she might be. I watched her walk away, barefoot, braless, wearing a snug but comfortable short skirt and a loose-fitting tank top. Nikki returned with the beer in an open case. When she bent over to fill the cooler, her skirt was just long enough to avoid flashing me with her underwear. On one hand that was too bad, on the other hand, I’m not sure I wanted to be caught gawking at my boss’ wife’s crotch. Nikki collected the empties, including my third which I had just finished, filling the case. Shit. Zach had had nine beers? No wonder our conversation was disjointed and rambling at times. When Nikki sat down beside me with a fresh beer for each of us, she sat back, shifting in her seat. Forget the near miss on the underwear flash. Did I just see what I thought I just saw? Is the braless Nikki also not wearing underwear? While somehow, if I paused to think about it, maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised, I’m sure I just got a flash of Nikki’s pubic hair. While Nikki and I engaged in some catch-up small talk, me unsure where to look, but now and then checking to see if I had seen what I thought I saw, Zach made his first trip to the bathroom since I had arrived, which, in and of itself, was an impress feat. Nine beers, no pee breaks. Impressive. A call came in from work. I apologized to Nikki and took the call. It was Bill. Everything was still running but there was some excessive load on the system. While Bill and I talked, Nikki reclined in the corner of the sofa. She pulled both feet up onto the seat, wrapping her