Our old bully

"Hey guys, long time no see"

Just the sound of his voice sent chills down my spine. He'd put on even more muscle since high school, showing off his arms with a white wife beater. The tight shorts he wore left little to the imagination with the large bulge pushing out of them. His face and body may have matured, but I'd never forget the sound of his voice.

"What are you doing here Callum." I said firmly, without any of the fear I would have once had.

"Relax dweeb, I'm not going to pants you or make you drink out of the toilet like I used to. I've changed since school."

That wide grin on his face told me otherwise, the bastard couldn't have changed that much. He enjoyed watching me squirm as he brought up my past humiliations, but I wasn't about to take it now.

"Well it was nice to see you but we're busy!" I tried to push the door shut on him but he fought back, keeping it open with a casual easy.

"Who's that Liam?" Sarah asked, walking over to the door.

I looked back to explain when I realised how revealing her clothes currently were. Her tight black leggings had ridden up as she was lying on the couch and now they pressed tight into her crotch. She was probably too innocent to be aware of it, but she was flashing her camel toe to Callum plain as day.

Almost as bad was the tight low cut top she had on, the shirt didn't quite fit her and her cleavage poured out of it. I was happy she was comfortable dressing like that around me, but I hated the idea of Callum getting to see it.

"God damn ginger tits, why didn't you look this good back in highschool? Maybe you wouldn't had to have ended up with this looser." He laughed, pushing his way through the door while putting me on the back. "Just teasing of course, you're both great together and this is a real nice place."

Names like ginger tits were the reason Sarah had trouble being intimate. Now Callum was here acting like all his bullying was just one big joke.

"We were actually still moving in, how did you find where we lived?"

Callum walked right past us and slammed his butt down on the couch, causing all of Sarah's books to go flying off.

"I was going to visit both of you individually, but your family told me you had just moved out." He put his dirty feel up on the couch with him, leaning back as we both stood flabbergasted. "Do you mind getting me a drink, I wanted to give you guys an apology."

The nerve of this man to barge into our home and demand a drink! I was about to scream at him to get out when I heard Sarah reply.

"Of course, what can we get you?" She smiled at him with that genuine kindness I'd only ever seen on her.

"A bourbon or whisky would be great."

"No problem! I'll get a glass ready and can you grab that bottle of whisky your dad gave us Liam?"

That bottle was one of the most expensive things we owned! We weren't really big drinkers, but I wasn't about to give the man who tormented us our best drink.

"Maybe some soft drink would be better, it's a bit early to start drinking."

"Nonsense, it's not a work day. Besides, it not like we were going to have it anyways." Sarah was bending over to open the box with our glasses in it, giving Callum a perfect view of her hanging breasts.

"Get two glasses then." Callum said, not even hiding the fact that he was staring at her. "I'd feel awkward being the only one drinking."

"Two glasses it is!" She twirled and around and walked into the kitchen, her ass swaying in her tight pants as she moved.

Not left with much choice, I pulled out the bottle and followed her.

"Can't we just kick him out?" I asked Sarah now that we were far enough away. "This is the guy that made both of our lives hell!"

"Oh it wasn't that bad, and he says he wants to apologise! I think it's our duty to hear him out."

I didn't want to spoil our first night together with any arguing, so I dropped the issue. We'd let him have one drink, say what he wanted to say and then be down with it. Just a small bump before our blissful life together.

"Could you maybe go get changed at least, your outfit is just a little revealing." I told her while she poured the drinks.

"Oh really? I didn't notice! I'll go out something more comfortable on, you bring these out to him."

The cups were filled to the brim, a sizable chunk of the bottle gone. Like a servant I brought out the drinks to Callum, placing them on the coffee table next to the couch. Then with all the couch space taken up by Callum's legs, I sat down on the old recliner we had.

Callum wordlessly sipped on his drink and I wasn't about to start any small talk. We both sat in an uncomfortable silence while we waited for Sarah to return.