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Sex and the Summer Job Ch. 01

By: sybariticmistress



Part I: Late Night Liaison (FF)

"I'm sorry Jay," I said to the young line cook with genuine regret. "I really like you, you're a really good looking guy, and you're sweet and everything, but I'm gay." I knew, even before I said it, that he wouldn't believe me. I'm slim, leggy, blonde and, in the words of several friends, drop-dead gorgeous. After the initial shock, he'd think the same thing all the guys I turned down with the same line thought: I'm just saying I'm gay to take the sting off the rejection. They never believe me, even though I am one hundred percent lesbian.

Before the latest young rejectee could do more than mumble a response, Abbie, my roommate, sometimes bedmate, inadvertently rescued me. Abbie was another blonde beauty, and every bit as gay as me. I often wondered what our testosterone-laden male co-workers would do if they knew the two hottest waitresses in the place were complete dykes? Abbie, ignoring the flustered young line cook, sidled up to me and secretly pinched my ass. "Hey, I'm going to the club after I leave here. You coming?"

I smiled at Jay and excused myself. "I don't know," I said to Abbie. "I might later on. It depends."

"Suit yourself. I'm hooking up with a little hottie from one of my parties. A real touristy type, but hot."

"Good for you. I hope you get laid."

"I plan on it."

"Well, if you bring her home and I'm asleep, please try to keep it down to muffled roar."

Abbie laughed. "I thought you might want to join in. I don't think you've been laid all week."

"Funny," I smirked, even though it was true. I was, however, hoping for something far more interesting than a one-night stand with an anonymous slut from the club.

"You're no fun," Abbie pouted. "If we were a team, we could have whoever we wanted, whenever we wanted. You sure you don't wanna go?"

"We'll see how I feel later. I know where to find you if I decide to go."

"Suit yourself," Abbie shrugged, and she sashayed away with an inviting swish of her lovely ass.

I slipped behind the bar and started to cash out and sort my tips. It had been surprisingly busy for a Wednesday night. It was almost ten o'clock and the last of the customers were only now leaving. The kitchen crew was cleaning up, hurrying to get out before the bars closed. I looked down at the end of the bar and saw Karen, the owner of Periwinkle's, sitting on a stool and going through receipts. My skin immediately prickled into goosebumps.

Karen stirred me beyond all reason from the moment I met her at the job interview. Maybe it was because she looked a lot like my first real crush, my dance instructor back when I was 13, or maybe because I've always been most attracted to older women. Whatever it was, she struck a chord in me. She was 30ish and very pretty. By the end of the day, her shoulder-length auburn hair, normally on the curly side and done up with care, always seemed to hang around her pretty face in a slightly disheveled way, making her look like a woman being pulled in five directions at once. She wasn't slim, but neither was she fat – instead, she was voluptuous in a Marilyn Monroe sort of way, with firm, ample breasts, and a full, well-shaped ass. 

At the time, I didn't know for certain whether Karen was even gay or not – she wasn't the type of person to casually mix her private life with her work life – but all the signs pointed that way. I had been coming on to her, subtly at first, then more flagrantly the last week or so. It was easy enough to see that my flirtatiousness piqued Karen's interest, but it also easy to see that it puzzled and flustered her. Given her life's circumstances at the time, why wouldn't it make her nervous and uncomfortable? I knew Karen was fairly recently divorced. She and her ex-husband had run Periwinkles together until their divorce, but she ran it alone ever since. Now it seemed like one of her summer employees, a gorgeous blonde girl hardly out of high school was coming on to her. Of course Karen would be careful about exposing herself to embarrassment or worse. There was no way she was going to make the first move. If I really wanted her, it was up to me to make it happen and tonight was the night I was going to try.

I looked at her, trying not to be obvious about it. She had a reputation among the long-term employees as an excellent boss. She was easy to get along with – not a Type A asshole like so many of the local restaurant owners – she tolerated her staff's idiosyncrasies, and she managed to get everyone to work with a minimum of backstabbing and infighting. Her only hard rules were, show up for work on time, in clean clothes, capable of doing your job, and doing it every minute to the best of your ability (rumor had it she'd bailed more than one employee out of jail after partying too hard after work). She worked harder than any of us, always pitching in wherever help was needed. She did it all in the course of a week: hostess, bartender, manager, table busser, waitress, prep cook, line cook, sous chef, dishwasher, or whatever else needed doing. She was generous and she liked to treat her employees to something special when the chance arose. Every year she had an end-of-summer-season lobster bake on the beach for all the employees and their families or significant others. In turn, Periwinkle employees were loyal to her, something rare in this business. Some had been around from the beginning. Richard, the head chef – a big, bald, black man from the Caribbean – was her first hire. As easy going as Karen was, Richard was that much of a hard-ass. It was no secret he wanted to buy the business from Karen someday. I balanced my receipts, put them aside and moved down to Karen. "Busy night tonight," I said casually.

Karen looked up and smiled. "It sure was. We could use a few more nights like this."

"Could you use some help closing up tonight?"

Karen looked up from the pile of papers. "What? Are you offering?"

"Sure."

"A gorgeous thing like you and you have nothing better to do than hang around here helping me close up?"

"Nothing I'd rather do," I said, leaning on the bar and trying to look casual.

Karen looked at me as though trying to discern what my offer really meant. "I can always use the help," she said at last. "And the company."

"Great. Tell me what you want me to do."

"Well, for starters..."

****

It took nearly an hour before we were finished and Karen activated the security system. "Wow," I said. "That was a lot of work. I never had any idea it was such an involved process. Do you do that every night?"

"Yup, but it takes longer doing it alone. I rarely get out of here before one."

"And you come back when?"

"Usually around noon."

"Amazing! How do you do it?"

"Easy, once I gave up trying to have a life."

"That's not fair."

"It goes with the territory," Karen shrugged. "I try to take my pleasures where I find them, like right now. I'm going to have a glass of wine. Want to have one with me?"

I smiled. Karen was well aware I was only 19, so the drink offer was a very good sign. "Sure, I'd love one," I said. Karen put an ashtray and a pack of Marlboro Lights on the bar before cracking the wine open. "I hate to scrounge," I said, "but can I have one of your cigarettes? I left mine in my purse out back."

Karen, pouring the wine, arched an eyebrow in mild surprise. "Sure, go ahead. I have a hard time seeing you as a smoker. You don't look the type."

"Looks can be deceiving," I smiled as I lit up. "Brittany Spears smokes."

"Well, you're definitely in her league," Karen said as she came around to the front of the bar. She pulled up a stool and sat facing me, and lit her own cigarette. She heaved a sigh of relief. "I really appreciate you sticking around to help me. In all the years I've been here, no one has ever offered to help me close. I can understand that. It's such tedious work, and everyone's tired and wants to get the hell out at the end of the day. But it sure was nice to have some help."

I traced the tip of my finger around the rim of my wine glass and gave Karen my best coquettish little smile. "Well, you're always here when I come in, and you're still here when I leave. It just seemed like the decent thing to do."

Karen dropped her gaze and absently toyed with her glass of wine. "I really appreciate it, especially when you could – maybe even should – be out raising hell with Abbie."

"Abbie?"

"Yeah, I always assumed you two were thicker than thieves."

"We're good friends and roommates, but my life doesn't revolve around her," I said. It was time to toss a little firecracker and see what kind of a reaction I got. "We could never be a serious couple, we get along much better if we keep things casual. Neither of us is much into monogamy, but she's just a little too wild for me on a regular basis. I swear, she'd go with anyone as long as they were female, breathing and willing. I like going to the clubs and raising hell every now and then, but I'd be happy to get into a steady relationship with the right woman, someone a little older and more mature." I looked closely at Karen. It was the first time I explicitly mentioned anything about my sexuality to her. 

Karen was caught off guard and crossed up, but she got her bearings quickly. Her face flushed, and she looked away, tossing her hair back and running her hand though it in unconsciously receptive bit of body language. When she looked at me, her eyes were dark and heavy. She took a sip of wine. "I understand about friendships not necessarily leading to serious relationships. I've been there, done that, believe me."

So far so good, I thought. At least I didn't scare her off. "How long have you been divorced?"

"Let's see. Just about a year and a half now."

"I don't mean to be nosy, but haven't you met anyone since your divorce?"

There was an edge of bitterness to Karen's laugh. "Who has time for meeting someone? This place is my life." 

"No way! You mean you haven't been with anyone in all that time? A woman as sexy and gorgeous as you and no one's grabbed you yet?"

Karen looked down, smiling yet embarrassed by my compliments. "Nope, I'm still available," she murmured. "Never mind how this place hardly allows me a social life, it's even more difficult than it would be for most others in the same situation."

"Why?" I said. "Because you're gay?"

Karen looked into her wine glass and didn't answer at first. I had a moment of panic, thinking I'd said the wrong thing. Then, without looking up, she said, "Yes. You know, I spent pretty much my whole life trying to convince myself I wasn't gay, and I was miserable. Once I finally admitted it to myself and got divorced, I thought everything would suddenly be perfect. But things don't work that way in real life." She looked up at me with a pained expression. "It's funny, but I did such a good job pretending I was straight that I had no idea how to be a lesbian. I had no idea how to meet other women socially, so I just buried myself in this business." I understood how profound her admission was, especially since she was usually so private. I could recall a single time since I'd worked at Periwinkles that anyone made a remark about her sexuality, and that was the time Leonard, a gay waiter, came away from a frustrating meeting with her muttering, "She is such a dyke." Admitting to me, a young, new, openly lesbian employee who seemed to be coming on to her meant only one thing. 

"I can't imagine how hard it must have been to feel like you had to hide that part of yourself," I said

"It was rough, that's for sure. The world at large was only just beginning to deal with gays as 'normal' when I hit puberty. When I was a teenager, being a lesbian was most definitely not something to brag about, plus I was confused. I really didn't think I was gay; I mean, I didn't look like a lesbian, you know what I mean?" 

I nodded and said, "I understand what you mean."

"I didn't then and I don't now have a butch bone in my body, and I thought all lesbians were naturally butch. Silly, wasn't it? On top of that, my family's very traditional and not very accepting of gays, then or now. It was almost like I didn't have a choice, so I tried to pretend otherwise."

"I guess I'm lucky," I said. "I had my confused time, but for the most part it was never that big a deal. I've never felt the need to hide it, but on the other hand, I don't wear it like a neon sign. When I meet people, I don't go, 'Hi, I'm Amy and I'm a lesbian.' The people who need to know already know, and beyond that, it's nobody else's business, any more than whether I'm a natural or a dyed blonde."

She chuckled and took a swallow of wine. "What about your parents?"

I laughed. "They're much more disappointed that I decided to wait a while before going to college, or that I smoke. My Mom and Dad are tree-hugging artsy types, and having a lesbian daughter is like some kind of status symbol in their social circle. It allows them to go, like, 'We have a gay daughter, see how trendy and tolerant we are?' They're right into the whole P-FLAG thing."

Karen chuckled. "Be glad they are. The alternative is a lonely life."

"You know, it's just wrong that a woman as smart, beautiful and kind as you should be alone," I said. "Life should be fun." I wore my hair up when I worked, and now I casually reached back, took off the clip, and shook it out, sending it cascading passed my shoulders in a silky mass. I arched my neck, and then looked directly into Karen's eyes. I could see a swirl of emotions in her eyes, but the one that stood out like a beacon was raw desire. Without looking away, I reached over and ran my fingers through Karen's hair, delighted at how soft it felt. "You're a very beautiful woman," I said softly. I gently pulled her close, and she looked at me with searching eyes. At last, I leaned in and kissed her. 

Karen moaned softly deep in her throat, and for an instant, she seemed to freeze. I gathered her into a gentle embrace, and as I did, I rolled my tongue into her mouth. The instant my tongue glided up to hers, something seemed to let go in Karen. She suddenly kissed me back with an urgency that took me by surprise. She was almost frantic, like someone starving suddenly turned loose at a holiday feast. Torrents of pent up passion flowed from her. As our tongues clashed in a torrid dance, Karen's throaty moans grew almost into sobs. She pressed against me and the way she trembled and writhed it seemed she was having an orgasm. The intensity of her response was totally unexpected, and it ignited me. I'd never been kissed with such fervent and raw passion. I took her face in my hands and slathered her with kisses, smearing our faces with her lipstick and mine. I could feel my loins surge and cunt swell. I rammed my tongue back into her mouth, amazed at how close I was to cumming myself – and that just from a kiss! The only time in my life kissing made me cum was my very first time, and I was a barely pubescent girl just recently aware of my sexual hunger.

I pulled my mouth away and held her, looking into her eyes while we both panted. Her eyes were pleading, desperate. Little moans escaped her with every breath. I wanted her and I could only just control my desire. "I can't believe this is really happening," she whimpered.

Much as I wanted her, it seemed wrong to do her here in the dim corner of the bar. Had I been in this situation with, say, Abbie, I would have helped her up onto the bar and gone down on her right then and there. On the other hand, we were at the peak of passion, and I didn't want to do anything to break the spell. Looking in her eyes, I knew she deserved better than we could do here, and I could see there was no way her fire was going out any time soon. "Let's go somewhere," I said my voice low and urgent. "Anywhere we can do this right." 

"My house," she said almost in a whisper. "It's just up the road." 

I kissed her one more time, a deep, languid kiss, my tongue exploring the surface of her teeth. She whimpered again and arched up to me, taking my face in her hands. I moved my hands down her sides and thought how easy it would be to have her now. All I had to do was unbutton her jeans and slide my hand under the clinging fabric. I knew exactly what I'd find. Shuddering, I pulled back. She chased after me with her mouth, and we kissed again, quick, wet, sloppy kisses. "Come on, let's get out of here," I murmured at last.

We disentangled reluctantly. Karen took a deep breath and ran her hands over her sides as though smoothing out her clothes. She stepped behind the bar and grabbed her purse, and then I took her hand and lead her to the small room out back that served as the employee break room on rainy days. There was a small bank of lockers, none of which any of us bothered to lock, against one wall, and I grabbed my purse from mine. We slipped out the back door, and I saw Karen's hands were shaking as she keyed in the security code.

It was a beautiful night, warm and a little humid. Periwinkle's was located right in the heart of the touristy harborside, along with several other restaurants, bars, and clubs. Families and middle-aged couples filled the area during the day, but at night, it got a little edgy. I could hear laughter and the incessant thump of a bass riff flowing from a nearby pub. Last call was still an hour away. Karen's Lexus was the only car in the gravel parking lot. 

We slid into the car and closed the doors, shutting out the night sounds of the harborside. Karen's hands were still shaking as she fumbled to get the keys in the ignition. She finally managed to get the car started, and she paused, staring at the dash. "I'm sorry for getting so carried away in there..."

"Listen!" I cut her off. I grabbed her by the arm and made her look at me. "Don't you dare apologize! There was nothing wrong with what happened. It was wonderful." I pulled her to me, hard though it was thanks to the seatbelts, and kissed her. She again let out a trembly, sighing moan. I kissed the corners of her mouth and she arched her neck. 

"I just can't help it," she cried. "You're...you're like a dream come true."

My heart surged, and I knew I was right to not do it in the restaurant. This was much more than a quick fuck with a pretty girl for her. It all mattered to her on a deeper level. Sensing her vulnerability sent a surge over me that was just a few steps away from love, and I wanted her more than ever. "Let's get out of here," I said, releasing her and sitting back.

I lit one of my own cigarettes and took a deep drag as she backed the car out and headed down the narrow waterfront streets she knew as well as she knew the floor of the restaurant. I handed her the cigarette. She was still shaking. She took two deep drags in quick succession and she seemed to visibly relax. The night became quiet as we drove away from the waterfront. In no time, she crossed the main north-south coastal highway and we were driving down tree-lined residential streets. The neat colonial houses here bespoke comfortable, though not truly wealthy, lives. We shared the cigarette in silence, and at last, she turned down another quiet street, and then nosed the car into her driveway. Her house was a simple split-level cape. The driveway snaked around the house and dropped down to where the garage was set in the basement level of the house. "Here we are," she said softly, not looking at me.

I looked at her in the dim light and realized just how delicate and fine her features were. I reached over and caressed her cheek with the back of my finger. "Are you going to show me in?" I said with a small smile.

She looked at me with a shy smile. "I'm sorry. See what you do to me?"

I couldn't resist saying, "It's nothing compared with what I'm going to do to you as soon as we get inside."


Sex and the Summer Job Ch. 02



I lifted my head, trailing a strand of sweet pink saliva between my lip and her nipple. I swiped my tongue over my lip, broke the strand, and slurped it in like an overcooked length of spaghetti. I could tell that much of her sexual energy was channeling now from the periphery of her body to her pelvis.

Her breathing sharpened and she kept her hips in motion while she stroked herself and looked at me with smiling eyes. I nudged her hand away with mine and began to caress the smooth skin of her mound. She tensed and drew in a shaky breath. Her reaction reminded me that there was nothing casual or routine about this for her. It flashed through my head how spoiled I'd been, how sex had become, more often than not, little more than glorified masturbation.

I stroked my middle finger up and down the edge of her slit, hardly touching her at first. She sighed and spread her legs wider, opening her cunt for me. I leaned over to kiss her while I gently worked her with my finger.

She gasped when I hooked two fingers into her cunt. I rocked back and forth, then pulled out and smeared her viscous nectar over her mound while I kissed her once more. At last, I straightened up, still slowly fucking her with my fingers. I reached over with my other hand for a fresh dollop of jam. She let out a delighted moan. "Ooohhh, you naughty, naughty girl."

"You think this is naughty, you wait and you'll see just how good and naughty I can be. I'm such a bad girl." I plopped the glob of jam on her clit and rubbed it in, and she cried out at the thrill. I lowered myself, coming at her from above, with one arm hooked around her thigh so I could finger her cunt and open her when I wanted. I slathered jam all over her mound, and I began to lick it up just as I'd licked it from her breasts. By the time I reached her slit, she was a sticky, juicy mess. 

I moved my head aside to get a good look at her cunt, and it was even more beautiful in the light of day. Her labia were puffy and engorged, her slit an intricate scroll of creases and bumps sparkling with wetness. Her fragrance was much stronger than last night, a complex mixture of smells that blended into a rich, musky aroma more pleasing than the fragrance of a wild rose.

Karen was in continuous motion, moaning and sighing softly with each breath. I tapped her clit with my free hand, and there was just enough jam residue on my finger to make it tacky, and that little bit of extra texture heightened her pleasure ten fold. I lowered to take her in my mouth, wishing I could see her face as I did. 

If her smell was rich, her taste was even more so. I swirled my tongue around her clit, then flicked at it before sucking her into my mouth. The strong sweetness of the jam mixed with the vague saltiness of sweat, the tangy layer of her own nectar, and other indefinable tastes blended into a flavor as complex and pleasing as a good wine. I sucked her, lapped my tongue over her, pushed and probed it into the convoluted folds around her pearlescent clit, groaning happily as I did. 

I slid my fingers out of her, dragging fresh cunt honey along as I rode my finger up and down her slit. I wasn't in the most comfortable position, but I could handle it. I sucked and slurped happily, roaming my tongue all over Karen's luscious cunt while my fingers pushed and stroked her.

Her moans and soft cries were growing more emphatic by the minute, and she twisted and rolled her hips faster. I could feel her muscles tensing up, almost quivering. 

Her pelvis was rippling under me as she arched her back and held her breath, and when she exhaled, it came out as a tremulous moan. I held her labia open with both hands and lapped up and down, flicking and stroking my tongue over her clit and drinking in her honey.

She was squirming on the bed in total bliss. I kept at her as long as I could feel and hear that she was cumming.

I eased off by slow degrees, tapering down to wet kisses planted on her soaking wet, tender mound. I finally straightened up and climbed astraddle her. I smiled down at her, content for the moment to savor her euphoria. My pelvis thrummed with deep arousal, but it was a feeling I found very satisfying on its own. It was a feeling I wanted to savor, not rush. 

"That was incredible," she said with a touch of amazement. "You're incredible." 

"And you're beautiful," I said, looking into her bright, lovely eyes. "Especially when you cum."

She wrapped her legs around my hips in a strong embrace and pulled me down to her, our mouths meeting in a wet, probing kiss. She rolled me onto my back and knelt close over me, her smile bright and playful. "Now it's my turn to see how beautiful you are when you cum," she said, reaching between us to slide her hand up and down my wet, tender cunt.

Her touch was firm, and it sent a sharp pang through me, making me gasp and stiffen. She watched me closely to see how I reacted. "Right there," I sighed. "Right on my clit, nice and firm."

She drummed her fingertips over my swollen clit, then tapped on me before rubbing me side to side with her middle finger. She massaged me firmly until I was quivering. "Like that?" she teased with a smile.

"Mmmm, yeah, exactly like that. Don't be too gentle, don't be afraid, I like having my clit fucked hard."

She slid her fingers down my sleeve and coated them with honey from the well of my cunt before coming back to massage my throbbing jewel again. I groaned and rocked my hips as Karen dipped her head to my breasts. She nipped at my firm nipple, flicked her tongue over and around it while she worked my clit with her fingers.

My pelvis swelled with a bubble of hot lava while delightful thrills of pleasure rippled over me. She stretched my nipple out and let it snap back, then she snaked her tongue around my other nipple, nudging at the ring. I was squirming and panting, urging her on, my hands buried in her hair as she brought me higher and higher. 

She held my nipple ring in her teeth and tugged and pulled on it. Just as I reached the apex of my passion, holding my breath, my toes curled in anticipation, she squeezed my clit and rolled me between her fingers, pushing me over the edge. I came like a pot boiling over, the pulsing heat of my orgasm washing all over me.

I let out a cry of exhilaration, and squirmed and bucked and bounced my heels on the bed. Karen kept devouring my tit and rolling and squeezing my clit, drawing hot surges and passionate cries of "Yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh, ooohhhh," from me. I finally stiffened then flopped back, and we collapsed in an embrace, laughing and panting.

Karen pulled me tight against her while I caught my breath. My whole body tingled, especially my wet, swollen cunt. "That was fantastic!" I gasped without a hint of exaggeration.

"I love making you feel like that. If you only knew how amazing and wonderful it is for me when I can do that for you." 

I pushed her hair back from her face and looked into her eyes, and I thought I knew there was a reason she got me so hot and bothered right from the first. "I'm thanking my lucky stars that I got you before anyone else did. I'm not going to let you go, either. I might share you, but that's it."

Karen blushed, but she didn't look away. "I'd go anywhere with you."

We came together and shared long, slow kisses. I tried not to think of anything except the warm contentment I felt at that moment. After a time, Karen rolled on to her back and I laid my head on her breasts and looked up at her. "You know," she said, "we never did eat breakfast."

I laughed and said, "No, we didn't, did we? I guess we got side tracked. Maybe we ought to take that downstairs before we knock it over," I said, motioning to the TV tray.

"I suppose so," Karen sighed, sitting up.

"Have you got something I can wear? I'm getting cold."

"I can find you something," she said, and she got up and went to a dresser across the room. "How about a fleece robe?"

"Perfect." 

She brought the robe over and held it open for me. I slid it on, and she sat me back on the bed. "Here," she said, holding up a pair of slipper socks. "Let me put these on you."

The idea of someone dressing me made me giggle, but I thought 'That's what lover's do'. She straightened and I pulled her down to kiss her, obviously delighting her. When I let her go, she slipped on her own robe and slippers. "I'm not used to lazing around the house in my robe," she said. "It's nice."

Karen took the tray, and I grabbed the coffee cups and followed her downstairs and into the kitchen. "The coffee in the carafe is still good," she said, taking the cups from me and emptying them in the sink. "Would you like a fresh cup?"

"Yes, I would," I said. My purse was on the table next to hers, and I fished out my cigarettes. "You want one?" I said.

"Sure," she said, as she poured fresh, steaming coffee into the cups. I lit a cigarette and gave it to her, then lit one for myself. "Do you want me to try making us something to eat again?" she said with a coquettish smile.

I looked at the clock, surprised to see it was after three. No wonder I was so hungry. "No, don't bother, no work allowed today. Maybe we can order pizza instead."

"OK, that sounds good. Want to watch a movie?"

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. It's a cuddle-up-on-the-sofa kind of day," I said. I came up behind her and slipped my arms around her waist. "What movie did you have in mind?" 

"I like old movies, especially musicals. I don't have many newer ones."

"That's OK. I don't do movies very often any way. Old movies are fine." I nuzzled my lips against the nape of her neck and swirled my tongue over her silky skin. She shivered and giggled. "You're bad," she said, leaning her head back and turning to look at me. Her eyes danced and sparkled with delight.

"Hmmmm, I heard a rumor that you like bad girls."

"I guess I do, especially when they're beautiful and named Amy."

"Well imagine that." We kissed, and I thought about doing her then and there. It wouldn't take much to get her off, but what was the rush? We had the rest of the day ahead of us, and we weren't playing a game of How Many Times Can You Cum. I wanted to savor a long, slow afternoon of cuddling and loving with her. 

I couldn't remember the last time I'd been with a lover and it wasn't all about getting each other off as much as possible. I pulled her tighter against me so her firm butt pressed against my mound. "Where do you want to order from? Not Domino's, please. Abbie won't eat pizza from anywhere else, so that's all we ever get, and it's like greasy cardboard."

"Lucky for you, I hate chain food in any form. If it was up to me, every damned MacDonald's and KFC and all their little clone cousins would be burned to the ground. Sorry, but that's the restaurant owner in me. How about Tiffy's? Have you ever had anything from there?"

"Nope. I've heard of it, but I've never been there."

"It looks like a real dive from the outside, kinda old and seedy, but it's been around forever, and the take-out is fantastic. I know the owner. He sends people to us at Periwinkles, and I send people to him. Works great. What kind do you want?"

"It doesn't much matter. Something simple, but no anchovies please."

"Pizza Margarita?"

"Yeah, that's perfect."

Karen reluctantly stepped out of my embrace. She got the number for Tiffy's from a refrigerator magnet and ordered our pizza and a bottle of Diet Pepsi. She took me by the hand when she hung up, and lead me into the living room. Her large HD TV sat in an oak entertainment center, and she opened a drawer filled with DVDs. "I won't bore you with a musical," she said. "Yet. How about 'Auntie Mame'. That's a good older movie, it's funny."

"Sure, that sounds good. I've heard of it."

She put the disc in the DVD player and said, "Let's wait till the pizza gets here to start it."

I looked around the downstairs part of the house, really seeing it for the first time, and everything about it was as casually haphazard as the upstairs. It was obvious that Karen had no use for pretensions.

I'd lived most of my life a house that was always consciously themed with deliberate precision. "I love your house," I said. "It's so comfortable and lived in. My mother is a decorating freak. I grew up in a house that was like a museum display. It was like my mother expected Martha Stewart to knock on our front door at any minute. I'm about one step above being a slob, and my mother had fits about my room."

"I'm not much at decorating, as you can see. I don't have the patience or the time to worry about how the house looks. When I have company, I assume they're here to visit me, not the house." 

I smiled when Karen lit a cigarette and came over to be with me as I looked around. "And smoking," I said. "My Mom and Dad both loathe smokers. If you only knew the fits they had when I started smoking."

"Why on earth did you start? I wish I could quit."

I shrugged. "It's what a lot of the crowd I hung out with did. Besides," I said, giving her a devilish smile, "I knew it would rattle my parents' cage. It was a way of rebelling." We were in front of the huge fieldstone fireplace dominating that end of the living room. "Is this a real fireplace? Do you ever use it?"

"Sure, sometimes in the winter. I really like it. It was the thing that finally sold me on this place. I'd always wanted a house with a real working fireplace. Today would be a good day to get it going, but I don't have any fire wood."

"I could see us going at it in front of a blazing fire."

Karen laughed and said, "Well, with any luck you'll still be around when it's fireplace weather every day."

I almost blurted out, "Of course I'll still be around," but I bit my tongue. I had no business even thinking that far ahead and it surprised me that the words were right there, so close to the surface that I almost said them without thinking. Instead, I pointed at an old upright piano in the corner and said, "Do you play the piano?"

"A little bit," she said, finishing the cigarette and stubbing it out in the ashtray she carried. "Though I'd hardly call what I do 'playing the piano'. I took lessons through high school, but that's it. In some of my more delusional fantasies, I used to dream about becoming a famous jazz pianist."

"You put yourself down too much," I said mildly. 

She shrugged. "I'm not much at tooting my own horn, especially when there isn't anything to brag about."

"Ahh, I see," I teased. "Not much to brag about. Let's see. You run a successful restaurant, you're beautiful, sexy, and passionate, you make a perfect cup of coffee, you make your own strawberry jam, and you're the best kisser I've ever known. Nope. You're right, absolutely nothing to brag about." 

"Stop it," she blushed with a smile.

I kissed her and said, "I can't wait to find out what other things you're not so good at."

The doorbell rang before she could say anything. I followed her into the kitchen and she opened the door for the delivery boy. She told him to come in out of the rain and put the pizza on the counter. He was a skinny, nondescript guy in a dripping raincoat, about my age. I had to smile at the way his eyes widened when he saw us. "How much is it?" Karen asked, taking out her wallet.

"Uh, twelve fifty," he muttered.

I couldn't resist the chance to tease. I slipped my arms around Karen's waist and rested my chin on her shoulder while I pretended to watch her take out the money. That simple act would probably give the delivery boy fodder for a week of late night fantasies. He was blushing, trying to look casual, but when Karen handed him a twenty, he almost dropped it. "Keep the change," she said.

He paused and said, "You sure? That's, like, a big tip."

I was thinking how easy it would be to blow the delivery guy's mind, and I almost did kiss Karen's neck. Instead, I just looked up and smiled when Karen said, "That's OK. It's no fun to have to come out in the rain."

"Wow, thanks a lot," he stammered. "Really."

He fumbled out the door, and Karen turned to me with her impish smile. "Were you trying to mess with that boy's mind?"

Now I did kiss her neck. "Hey, you said yourself I was a bad girl. Besides, you're the one blowing his mind with a seven dollar tip on a twelve dollar order." 

She chuckled and shook her head. "Why don't you bring the pizza into the living room and I'll pour out the sodas." I took the pizza box and the same TV tray we'd used for our uneaten breakfast into the living room. Karen set down the drinks and said, "I'll be right back."

I flopped on the sofa and when she came back, Karen was carrying a large, well-worn comforter. "This is my movie-watching blanket," she said, opening it. "I do most of my relaxing and movie watching in the winter when life slows down," she explained as she sat down and nestled close to me, pulling the blanket over us. "I've never had a reason to take it out during the summer."

Karen turned on the TV and started the movie, and I opened the pizza box. I realized how hungry I was as soon as I smelled the pizza. I gave her a slice and we both wolfed them down. "Wow!" I said. "This really is good pizza."

"Isn't it? He makes his own sauce and dough. The cheese is so good and greasy and buttery, just the way it should be."

I was too hungry, and the pizza was too hot, to play around with it like I did with the jam. By the time the opening credits of the movie were finished, we had demolished three-quarters of the pizza. "Oink, oink," I said around my last bite. "What a pig, but it sure hit the spot."

Karen handed me a napkin and we wiped our chins, swallowed our drinks, and heaved contented sighs. "Yup, that was good. That was a lot of pizza for me. Two slices is usually my max."

"Same here, but then I don't usually go eighteen hours without eating."

I leaned back into the sofa and pulled her into a light embrace. She shifted around until she found a comfortable position with her lovely butt tucked against the hollow of my pelvis. I nuzzled my face in the crook of her neck and delighted in the softness of her skin and her gentle smell. I slid one hand under her robe and very lightly stroked my fingers over her upper thigh and hip, just enough to make her sigh and wriggle closer to me.

I wasn't paying much attention to the movie. It was hard to think of anything other than Karen and the surprisingly powerful feelings she provoked in me. I was well acquainted with the euphoria that came with thinking I was in love. The first time it happened went back to the tremendous, aching crush I had on my dance instructor when I was 13. She was a lovely, totally straight married woman. I managed to get over her, just as millions of other kids got over their own crushes on teachers. The next one was much more painful. It was the girl who took my virginity, the same summer I was overcoming the crush on my dance instructor. At 18, she was a lot older than I was, and I fell hard for her. Our relationship was intense and very sexual, and I thought we'd be together forever. However, when autumn rolled around she left for college and the myriad adventures and lovers awaiting her in her life as an adult. I was crushed, and I wasn't over her until Abbie came waltzing into my life.

Abbie moved to the area before the start of our freshman year of high school. It took a while before she became more than another face in the hall, but it was inevitable we'd come together. She was a gorgeous blonde with a wild side a mile wide – not that I was a wallflower, far from it. By Christmas, we'd found each other. The one thing I appreciated about Abbie, besides the fact that she was hot and willing, was her honesty. She made it clear up front that she wasn't interested in a traditional relationship.

"I'm queer, and I'm a slut," is about how she put it. I could deal with that, and I willingly followed along with her. She showed me that I could love and enjoy sex it for its own sake. Under the surface though, was the constant gnawing urge to be with someone on a deeper level. When I was a junior, I started to fall for a girl from the local college. She was from away, and she liked me a lot, but she wasn't about to become emotionally entangled with some local high school girl when the world at large was awaiting her. After she left, I promised I was going to stay with Abbie and take my fun where I could find it.




Sex and the Summer Job Ch. 02



Everything seemed great until I took the summer job at Periwinkle's and ran smack into Karen. Everything was different with Karen, from the way we nibbled at the edges of our mutual desire, to her solid maturity. My attraction to her was intense and immediate. Long before last night, I'd found myself unable to stop thinking and fantasizing about her. Now here I was, curled up on a sofa on a rainy day, holding her in my arms. I tried to bury the L word in my head and concentrate on enjoying being with her today.

I continued to hold and caress Karen, occasionally brushing my lips and tongue over her neck, making her shiver and giggle. I gradually worked my hands up her flanks until I was stroking her lovely breasts. By the time the movie was coming to an end, I moved from the soft underside of her breasts to her firm, erect nipples. She shuddered and arched when I scraped my nails over them. "Are you trying to get me all hot and bothered?" she smiled, her voice thick.

"Mmm hmmm."

"Well you're doing an excellent job of it." She turned her face to me, and I kissed her, slipping my tongue into her mouth. "Mmmm," she sighed. "This has got to be one of the most pleasant days of my life. I'm going to hate going back to work tomorrow."

"Me too," I murmured as I toyed with her nipples. "I could get used to this in a hurry. Maybe you ought to take a few days off next week. We could go somewhere together, just the two of us."

"I don't know. It's the busy season, and you see how crazy it is when everyone's there and working at full speed."

"Screw that, think of yourself for a change. Let Richard run it for a few days. He wants to, let him see what it's really like." I squeezed both of her nipples and pulled them out.

Karen let out low groan and her body quivered. Her breathing was heavy. "You're making it very hard for me to say no."

I flicked my tongue over her earlobe and murmured, "That's what I'm trying to do. I want to take off with you and have some fun. You deserve it."

"I suppose I do, but I really can't. God! I'd love to take off with you, but I can't."

"You're no fun," I pouted.

"I'll tell you what. Let's see how things go next week. I'll talk to Richard and see if we can arrange it so I can get away for a few days at the beginning of the month. I might be able to do it if I have enough time to plan for it. How's that?"

I knew I was being impulsive and unfair to make such a demand. I knew she couldn't just up and walk out on everyone just to go play with a young employee she hardly knew. I sighed and said, "OK, fair enough."

I more or less turned my attention back to the movie, while continuing to bask in the delight of holding, caressing and kissing her. By the time the movie was over, I had her firm, round breasts cupped in my hands, and I gently kneaded and stroked them. I ran my lips and tongue between her shoulders, then blew softly on the wet trail I'd left. Karen shuddered, sighed, and moved like a cat having its neck scratched. "Oh you..." she murmured. "You drive me wild!"

"Good, 'cause you drive me wild, too." 

I pulled her nipples taut, and held there a second before letting them snap back. She jumped and let a yelp. "I want you," she said in a thick voice. "Right now."

We shifted around so I was flat on my back, my head on the arm of the sofa, and Karen on top. I wrapped my legs around her and pulled her down so our mounds came together. 

We both sighed with pleasure at the contact of our tender, wet cunts. Karen ground against me in a slow fucking motion, our sexes making wet sounds. She kissed me deeply, hungrily, her tongue probing my mouth.

I ran my hands through her hair, lifting the fine auburn mass and letting it fall back. She smiled at me, licked my lips and ground harder against me. Her green eyes, always beautiful with the faintest hint of some distant oriental influence, shone like jewels now that she was aroused. I pulled her close again, and sucked her tongue into my mouth, while I pushed my mound back against hers. 

She slid her lips over my face and covered me with wet kisses, nipping at my ears and tracing her tongue over my neck until I shuddered. I took her face in my hands and looked at her, drinking her in and trying to control the emotions trying to boil up in me. 

We fell into another longing kiss while our bodies gyrated in a tight waltz. She kissed her way down my neck, licking my tingling flesh, and only reluctantly slid her cunt away from its union with mine. She moved down and used her hands to cup and mold my breasts.

I couldn't help sliding my hand between us to stroke my cunt as she lowered her mouth to suckle first one nipple, then the other. 

"Oh Karen, my love, my love," I moaned. My cunt was seething as I slid my fingers up and down the channel of my slit. I found my clit and began to stroke myself in firm circles, sending a hot thrill rippling over me.

Karen used her fingers to squeeze and massage my nipples, and she let a dollop of saliva drool from her mouth onto one erect bud. Now wet, she twirled me between her thumb and index finger until I cried out. I was panting, and she smiled at me, pleased at my response to her attentions. My fingers squished as I masturbated myself into a near frantic state. She tossed her hair back and lowered to kiss her way down my tummy.

Karen slid onto the floor and looked up at me as she came between my spread legs. She took my hand away from my cunt, smiled up at me, and sucked my fingers into her mouth. I probed the inside of her mouth with my fingers. "Taste me," I panted.

She pulled my hand until my fingers plopped from her mouth. She kept smiling up at me with her blazing eyes as she licked the web spaces between my fingers. She framed my cunt with both hands, her thumbs massaging me at the base of my aching vagina. She leaned in and lapped her tongue up the length of my slit, went back and did it again and again, making me squeal and tense up. 

When she went up yet again, she twirled her tongue around my throbbing clit, flicking it side to side. She clamped her mouth over me, sucking in while she swirled and stroked her tongue over my jewel. My ecstasy grew by the second, swelling and surging inside. I pawed at her head while I bounced and squirmed and squealed. She growled and assaulted my clit, lapping and probing, then sucking me between her teeth.

She dipped down and pushed her tongue inside my cunt, probing my insides, then she slowly drew her tongue up to assault my clit, lapping and probing, then sucking me between her teeth. She dipped down again to gather the copious nectar oozing out of me.

When she reached my clit again, I lost control. The orgasm seemed to come up from my toes, and powerful surge of pent up energy burst over me in a crashing wave. I came one spasm after another, my body heaving with the most wonderful sensations imaginable.

Karen was smiling up at me, her face glistening wet, giving me a few final laps with her tongue, drawing the final few tremors from me. I flopped back, panting, my entire being warm and glowing. It was the kind of orgasm that, far from leaving me spent, energized me. I pulled her up into my arms and kissed her, licking my own sweetness from her face. We were both laughing and giggling with sheer delight. "You are so incredible," I bubbled. "I almost never cum that hard, and here you do it to me every single time."

"That's because I love to see you come all unglued because of me."

We wrestled playfully and came into a tangled embrace. "Now I want to show you how much I love making you come all unglued." I said. "Let's go upstairs to the bed. I have a special treat for you."

"You do, do you? What's that?"

"You'll have to wait and see."

We got up, the comforter spilling in a heap on the floor, and ran up the stairs like two kids at a sleep over. It was getting dark now, and outside the rain had slowed to a leaden drizzle. Karen flipped on the lights, and we climbed onto the unmade bed. We immediately fell into a giggling tangle, swapping playful kisses. I reached between us and cupped her wet cunt. She jumped and laughed. "What's my surprise?" she said.

"Do you trust me?"

"What do you mean? Of course I trust you."

"You have to do whatever I say, and I promise you'll cum like you've never cum in your entire life."

"Hmmm, I like that," she smiled. "I'm all yours."

I toyed with her cunt while we kissed, brushing the backs of my fingers over her sensitive lips. She sighed and lifted to my hand. I wet my fingers in her slit and glided down, teasing my nails over the spot between her vagina and ass. She jumped a little, and giggled. "OK," I said, "Roll over onto your tummy."

"Like this?" she said, rolling over and sprawling out.

"Perfect," I said. I ran my hand over the firm rise of her ass cheeks, marveling at how soft she was. "Now, get on your knees and lift your butt in the air," I said. 

She rose up, that beautiful ass of hers ready for me. I knelt beside her, facing her flank and caressed my hands over her silky cheeks. "You have the most gorgeous butt I've ever seen," I said, and she smiled and wiggled it. "You can reach down and rub your clit if you want," I said, "but not too much. I don't want you to cum too soon."

"Mmmm," she smiled. "Do you want me to play with myself?"

"Yeah, why not. I like to see a sexy girl masturbate, it turns me on."

Her laugh was thick with arousal. She slid her hand between her legs, popped her clit up, and began stroking herself. "Mmmmm, not as good as you, but almost," she murmured.

I used both hands to spread her as cheeks apart and expose the puckered rosebud of her asshole. I was sure this was virgin territory for her, and that excited me as much as anything.

I dipped my tongue in the cleft of her cheeks and drew it up. She jumped and laughed. "Tickles," she said, but she didn't object. I nuzzled my face back in, and this time I pressed the tip of my tongue against the hot, intricate folds of her asshole.

She jumped again, and her rectal muscles twitched before she relaxed. I let saliva roll down my tongue, and I spread it around. I pointed my tongue and pushed into her, and as I did, I slipped two fingers into her sloppy wet but tight vagina. She gasped, her fingers momentarily freezing on her clit. I drew my wet fingers up between her cheeks and pressed on her asshole. 

"Relax," I said. "Try not to resist." She let out her breath and the muscles of her anal ring quivered then relaxed. I worked up a mouthful of saliva, pursed my lips and pushed it out in a thick gob.

It hung for a second, and when I opened my lips, it drooled down and plopped slowly around her ass. I swirled my finger in it, and pushed passed her exquisitely tight ring and into her rectal vault. She cried out and clamped around me. I didn't go any deeper than a single knuckle – she wasn't ready for more than that – but I moved the tip of my finger in and out until she was moaning softly and squirming under me.

I could feel her asshole relaxing as I gently worked her. When I pulled my finger out, her asshole was trembling and open. My mouth again full of saliva, I pressed my face in her cleft and squirted my spit out to lube her. Now I pressed my tongue into her as deep as I could, and she squealed and trembled. Her fingers were rubbing hard on her clit, and her vagina was fast become frothy with her passion.

Karen's cunt was open and ready for me now. I shifted enough so I could hook one arm around her thigh, nudge her hand away from her clit, and take over. She was panting and whimpering, bouncing her hips as I squeezed her slippery pearl between my fingers and probed her asshole with my tongue. I finally pulled my wet face from her ass. I slipped the fingers of my other hand down the channel of her ass to the entrance of her vagina.

When I entered her seething cunt, I ran the pads of two fingers over the roof of her vagina, skating over the myriad bumps and valleys of her womanhood. I pressed and probed, searching for exactly the right spot, while I kept massaging her clit with my other hand. Karen was getting frantic, bouncing and swirling her hips, gasping and crying out. 

At last, my fingers found a firm knot of tissue under her pubic bone, and as soon as I rubbed it, she let a sharp cry. I pressed and squeezed it, and she let out a long wail. The inner nub seemed to contract and concentrate as I rubbed it madly.

Karen's breathing became ragged and she groaned out with each exhalation. Her hips heaved and bucked and she pressed against me with mad urgency. Her cunt boiled over with frothy honey, and my fingers glided with ease over the slicked roof of her vagina. Juice dribbled down to her clit and made my other fingers slick.

I could feel her lifting higher and higher as I rubbed her inside and out. Then it was as if she couldn't breathe at all for a few seconds as she reached the apex of her ecstasy. Her entire body trembled, and she let her breath out in a sudden, crying rush. Her cunt spasmed in a deep contraction, and I felt the gush of nectar I'd been waiting for. It came out in a short gush, a thin liquid that wasn't urine. I lowered my face to drink in the hot rush of sour-sweet liquid as it boiled out around my fingers. I rubbed her fast and hard, and she spasmed in a series of deep contractions. The liquid flowed from her, ran down my hand and dripped onto the bed spreading out in a wide circle. 

She contracted again and again, and as long as she did, I kept massaging her, coaxing out all the nectar she had to give. She kept on crying out, and it was only when the tenor of her cries changed and became uncomfortable yips that I slowed down. 


I plopped my fingers from her and sucked them into my mouth, greedily lapping up my lover's offering. I leaned my face in, tongue out, and caught the final few drops slipping from her cunt.

Karen collapsed in a spent, panting, sweaty heap. I lay myself across her back and nestled my face in her hair, holding her as she slowly came down. We lay like that for a long time before her breathing returned to normal. When it did, I slid off her back, lay next to her and gathered her in my arms. I knew from experience she would be totally spent, and she was indeed like a rag doll in my arms. 

There wasn't any need to do anything other than lay together. I reached up enough to gather the blankets and pull them over our cooling bodies. I rocked her in my arms and hummed a soothing tune. She pushed closer to me, and I stroked her hair, kissed her forehead, and showed her how I felt about her.

Tomorrow, I thought, I would wake up to a world of endless possibilities. 

END PART 2