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The weekend at work was slower than most. I worked Saturday, Sunday, and tonight, Monday. I got a few smiles from the girls at work, so I guess Monica had blabbered a little here and there. She worked Thursday, of course, the same day she came over, and also Friday. We didn’t work any shifts together in over a week. I’m still not sure how much she told and to whom. After I was cut from the floor I sat at the bar for a couple of Bud Light Platinums before going home. Since the weekend was slow, none of us made much money, except for Jackie, of course. She always did. She really knew how to work the older high roller guys for big tips. And, oh by the way, she was a smoking hot blue eyed brunette who reminded me of Amanda Peet. I’m sure that didn’t hurt her tips. She never talked to me much, even sitting at her bar.
Marty was the floor closer that night. She was still working, but things had slowed down and she came over to speak to me. Jackie was in the back restocking, so it was just myself and Marty at the bar. Her real name was Martha, but she said that sounded too old for her. I agreed.
‘They’re talking about you, Chuck,’ Marty said.
‘Is that right?’ I asked. ‘And who might they be?’
‘The young ones. They were talking about Monica’s birthday or something. Your name kept coming up. Sounded like they were up to something, ha-ha.’
Most of the people I worked with knew that I really wasn’t crazy about women that were way younger than me. Since I had worked this job and was surrounded by girls as young as eighteen, like Monica, things have been different. After Monica came over to my apartment Thursday for her private birthday spankings I knew I would get some funny looks, especially from the young ones. I didn’t tell Marty all the details, but I thought she would soon find out.
Marty was 31 or 32, not sure, but much closer to my 35 years than the rest of my coworkers. We always referred to our coworkers under the age of 22 as the young ones. Marty and I worked well together and covered for each other when the other needed to be off on short notice. She was more of what I considered a true friend than the rest of my coworkers, who I just considered drinking buddies. She was from eastern Pennsylvania and had married an Air Force guy and ended up in the area. She was a beautiful coffee color skinned black chick with a lot of class. She was recently divorced after her husband fell in love all over again with somebody else while being deployed overseas. Her ex-husband was a white guy.
‘Well, maybe there is a little story behind that,’ I said with a smile. ‘I think it’s funny, let them gossip.’
Tonight Christine and Rebecca, or Chris and Bec as everybody called them, were the only other two still working. They were 21 and 20, respectively, although Bec was looking forward to her 21st birthday in less than three weeks. There had been more people working earlier, but the others had already gone. Amy, Monica’s roommate, worked earlier and had already gone home or wherever she went. She seemed to be avoiding me most of the short time our shifts overlapped. She was most likely the source of the gossip.
‘So what did you hear?’ I asked, curiously.
‘Oh something about spankings, getting her all excited and….’
‘And what?’ I was dying to know the rumors going around.
‘I can’t say,’ she said with an embarrassed look. She suddenly excused herself pretending she had to take care of something urgent. I didn’t really care what they were saying. I know I had fun with Monica Thursday afternoon and made her horny as hell. I expected her to tell people.
I finished my beer and headed home. I was off the next few days and had no plans. I hadn’t heard from Monica since she left my place on Thursday, so who knows what was going through her young eighteen-year-old mind. It had been fun for me and I had definitely worn my dick out the last few days getting myself off thinking about what it would be like to do the young petite cutie. I wasn’t a big guy at five foot eight inches tall and about 160 pounds, but I was in shape. As I laid in bed the last couple of nights I could see myself manhandling her four foot eleven frame to my satisfaction, grabbing her waist doggy style, giving her a good pounding. Yeah… good visuals.
I lived pretty close to work and hadn’t been gone long, maybe 40 minutes. Long enough to shower and get ready for bed. I got a text from Marty that read ‘they were talking about how you like, you know, hair…down there. I was too embarrassed to say it to your face’. That was all she said. Monica had definitely blabbered details about our encounter. My only reply was a smiley face. Marty immediately replied back with a devil face. I rolled over to get some sleep.
It must have been about 1:40 am when I heard my phone chirp with the notification of a new text. Who the fuck? I wondered, more annoyed than anything that they woke me up. I looked at my phone. It was a number I didn’t recognize. Since the few people I knew and stayed in touch with were saved in my contacts by name, I assumed it was a wrong number and I rolled back over. Less than thirty seconds later I was notified of a text again. A different unknown number, same shit. Leave me alone, I thought. I didn’t bother opening either one. I rolled over and thankfully my sleep wasn’t further interrupted by my phone.
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The next morning I slept until about 7:15. I was forever transformed to an early riser in the army and that seemed late to me. I hit the switch on the coffee pot and my small kitchen quickly came to life with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I always pre-loaded it the night before. I looked at the news and weather online like I did every morning. Chance of rain 50% on the Mississippi coast in the summer. Shocker. I remembered the text messages from unknown numbers the night before and went to retrieve my phone from the night stand next to my bed. I’m not a serial texter and the only two texts that were unopened were the two from last night. I opened the first one that read new multimedia message and to my surprise… shock, enjoyment…pick a word…I saw a picture of a woman’s pussy with a dark brown landing strip rising from her clit while she spread her lips with her fingers. I then opened the next that was sent less than 30 seconds behind it. New multimedia message it also read. There was a picture of another woman’s pussy with shiny jet black pubes. Trimmed but not as closely as the landing strip one. The top of her panties was still visible and showed a thumb ring on her left hand holding her panties down. No fingers spreading her lips this time. Her skin was darker than the first. Damn! That’s nice, I need more wrong numbers texting me. I wanted to lie back down and try to sleep some more, maybe more wrong numbers will come my way. This was strange. They had to be related somehow. I saved both pics to my phone and sent the same one-word reply to both. ‘Yummy’.
I went for my morning jog around nine o’clock before the summer sun became too brutal. I was still puzzled about the texts. When I returned from my run I texted Marty.
‘Tell me what you overheard.’
She didn’t respond immediately. When she answered I was in the shower and I didn’t hear the phone chime. I saw it when I got out.
‘Chris and Bec…talking about Monica and you. Just choppy stuff, they stopped every time I walked closer. What did you do to that girl?’
I told her about Monica’s spanking session and the desire to put her in her place for her constant flirting and teasing me. I let there be no doubt that we didn’t have sex. Marty, of course, had witnessed much of Monica’s flirtatious antics. I texted back telling her I got some pictures on my phone from unknown numbers of two different women’s pussies. I liked using the word pussy, it seemed naughty when talking to a nice girl. I hated the ‘V’ word. I forwarded them both to her. I thought after I sent that I shouldn’t have
done that. Marty and I have a respectable friendship based on trust and we keep private things private. No gossiping. Again she sent the devil face icon. Did she know more than she was letting on? Feel free to send me pics of your snatch, too, I thought, but didn’t send.
‘OMFG, that second number is Bec. We switched shifts a couple of weeks ago and I still have her number!’ came a text from Marty.
What a crazy week. First a visit to my place from an eighteen-year-old who wants to fuck me, now naughty pics from two young coworkers? Did Monica tell them about my ‘hair’ comment? Chris I could believe might do it. I had been out drinking with her a couple of times and seen her hit on guys and leave with them. She was kind of wild and outgoing. A little overweight and tomboyish, but she was always fun to be around. Bec was shy. Her mom was Filipino and her dad was retired air force. She was fucking gorgeous. Both of them were air force brats, actually. They had known each other as kids when their dads were in the Philippines. They were the closest of friends and rumor had it they may have been a little more than friends. I didn’t care, I got along with both of them. They must have had some drinks after work and felt like teasing me. I’m sure Chris was the instigator.
‘Well, if they can play I can too!’ I texted Marty. She probably thought I was going to send them pics of my cock. I didn’t get another text back. I hoped that I didn’t go too far with her.
‘Show me more’ was my reply to both texts.
I didn’t get an immediate response, but about an hour and a half later I got two more new multimedia messages from the first number showing a body shot from front and back of a curvy, slightly overweight girl. This time she was wearing a pink thong. There was no face in the pics and they appeared to be taken by another person holding the camera.
‘Nice curves. Does that body come with a friend?’ was my next message. I was hoping the next would be pics of Bec naked, but they didn’t come.
Instead the next text read ‘that depends on if you have a TASTE for younger women’ with taste in all caps and a wink smiley face. Yep, Monica definitely bragged about me tasting her young snatch to our coworkers. I knew she wouldn’t be able to keep our little escapade a secret.
‘What’s the matter Chris aren’t all your young guys taking care of that for you?’
This was obviously the first time I lead on that I knew who it was. I didn’t think she had a boyfriend to speak of, but she had a fuckbuddy or two I was sure. Bec I’m not sure about.
After a while of no response I sent another text. ‘Tell me what you want.’
There was no room for backing out now. I was going to force a response, one way or another. Enough of the cryptic bullshit.
‘Maybe we can meet for drinks later.’ was her reply. That was it.
‘OK, I’d like that’ I texted back. ‘Let’s make it around 7.’
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We met at a local bar not too far from where I lived that was frequented by service industry people after work. It tended to get busier as shifts rolled over that were common times through most casinos. It was on a street that was populated by small businesses that all closed around five or six in the evening, leaving lots of parking for the party crowd. It usually got really crowded around midnight. I got there before Chris. A couple of other girls from work were there on the other side of the pool table. It was Jenny and Karen, two married girls, and Gary, a gay guy that worked with us. I went by their table and said hello before claiming a table for Chris and myself. Jenny and Karen usually were together when I saw them out. The girls were full of smiles when they saw Chris coming over to join me. I guess they were privy to the gossip going around the restaurant about Monica’s visit to my place.
Chris was in her tomboy mode of dress this evening. She wore some snug fitting jeans and sandals, topped with a Harley t-shirt that looked like it belonged to her dad. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She sat down with a draft beer that I ordered already in front of her.
‘Jenny and Karen said Bec left the same time that they did. Is she going to meet us here?’ I asked, not sure if I was meeting them both here from the text.
‘No, Chuck, she texted me saying she was going home to make a margarita. I was off today. I didn’t tell her I was meeting you at all,’ was her reply.
‘So what got into you that you both sent me pics like that?’ I asked, not using the ‘p’ word or any other description of the pics.
‘Well, I think it was tequila that got into us last night,’ she said, laughing. ‘Bec was so embarrassed about it today, not believing I talked her into it.’
‘Well, I was pleasantly surprised when I looked at them. They made my mouth water,’ I said, getting closer to the point. ‘Did Monica’s blabbering influence that decision?’ I asked.
Chris blushed and looked away and from her reaction I knew that was exactly what happened. There was enough background noise and music in the bar to drown out low conversations, but not too loud to hear each other when sitting closely.
‘Well, y’all kind of started it, didn’t you?’ I said, knowing the answer already. I was expecting her to make some kind of excuse or blame the tequila. I didn’t give her the chance.
‘Why don’t we finish this drink and go join Bec for some margaritas at your place?’ I suggested. I could tell by her smile as she took a large sip of beer that she thought it was a good idea.
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I followed Chris in my car. The ride led us over the bridge on the other side of the back bay, only about a fifteen-minute ride. It was a small duplex in a relatively quiet neighborhood that only locals would have known about. When we walked inside, the kitchen was the first room we entered. I saw an empty glass that still had ice and assumed it was Bec’s last margarita.
Chris walked to her room without saying anything. It was a two bedroom, one bath duplex with the bathroom separating the bedrooms, Jack and Jill style. I remained in the den feeling things out. I could hear the shower running. Since we had just gotten there, I had no idea how long Bec had been in the shower, but judging from the drink remains it hadn’t been long. Chris returned to the den holding a pipe and a lighter. She asked if I wanted to smoke, but I politely declined. I knew many of the young ones smoked weed, but I didn’t care for it. It was their apartment, so it wasn’t a big deal to me.
She stood with the pipe and lighter to her mouth firing up the bowl. I walked over to her and went down to my knees. I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, revealing a pink thong. It looked like the same one from the picture. She was totally unfazed, focused on lighting her pipe as she let me help her out of her jeans. Her oversized Harley shirt fell to about three inches above her knees. I lifted the shirt and placed my open mouth on her panties, exhaling my hot breath. After that I inhaled through my mouth then exhaled again, ending with a kiss right on her crotch. She finished inhaling and had a very relaxed smile on her face appearing to be totally comfortable with my unannounced advances.
I watched as she walked over to the bathroom door. She opened it and exhaled her smoke into the room. Bec sensed it immediately.
‘Can you fix me another drink? I have conditioner in my hair and will be in here for a bit,’ she said through the shower curtain. To my knowledge Chris didn’t text her that I was coming over with her.
Both of us smiled at the same time as if reading each other’s mind. We both walked into the kitchen and Chris mixed a drink for Bec, knowing just how she liked it. She handed it to me and went into her room to load up the pipe with more weed. When she came out she motioned me to follow her into the bathroom. She opened the shower curtain very slightly from the back and handed the bowl and lighter to
Bec, away from the running water. I saw Bec’s hands reach for it and when she did I opened it further to hand her the drink. She immediately turned away in surprise, exposing her backside and cute ass, and shouted, ‘Hey, what the fuck?!’
‘You said you wanted another drink,’ I reminded her, then let the curtain fall back to hide her wet naked body. I set the drink on the edge of the tub. Chris was laughing out loud and we returned to the living area. I again felt the urge to drop to my knees and kiss her panties while she stood, this time a little longer than the first. She ran her fingers through my hair as I heard her moan and felt her tremble. I stood up and kissed her on the lips, tasting and smelling the scent of the pot.
‘Everybody thinks we’re lesbians, but we’re not,’ she informed me. ‘We are just close like sisters.’
‘Ok,’ was all I could think to reply.
She took me by the hand and walked toward the kitchen. It was time for us to have a margarita, too. After she made us each a drink, we sat on the couch and she turned on the radio. I don’t think either of us was really paying attention to what was playing. We had lust in our eyes. I wasn’t sure what Monica saw in me, being almost twice her age, but Chris knew what was coming her way. She didn’t mind my age right now. She was getting high from smoking weed and high from feeling my mouth on her snatch. I rested my hand on her thigh as we each took a sip of our drinks. I then slid my hand up, moving the shirt far enough to display the pink thong. I loved seeing women in sexy panties.
‘Don’t pull your shirt down,’ I said.
She didn’t say anything. She just took another sip of her margarita and let out a big sigh.
‘Fuckers!’ Bec said when she came out of her bedroom, trying to sound serious, but laughing at the same time. We all laughed. She was wearing a short New Orleans Saints tank top that came down just below her navel and some baggy shorts. Her belly was exposed and she looked like she worked out a few times a week. She had no bra on as this was her place and she was comfortable. Her boobs weren’t very big, maybe B cups. I caught her sneaking a glance at Chris’ pink panties. She sat down in a chair opposite us and took a sip of her drink.
‘Nice thumb ring,’ I said casually. I then took out my phone and opened the second picture I received the previous night.
‘Looks just like this one,’ I said as I showed her the pic of her own pretty pussy. She couldn’t deny it was her pic, even if she tried.
‘Yeah, yeah’, was her response.
‘You have a beautiful pussy, Bec,’ I said and let the words linger. They were both high and their mouths were stuck in smile mode, their eyes glassy. I didn’t want to push Bec too far and make her uncomfortable. I knew she was shy and inexperienced. Chris told me on a previous occasion that Bec had only had one boyfriend in her life. A high school sweetheart that left her for the military. Her sexual experiences weren’t very broad.
‘Thanks…I guess, ha-ha,’ was her only response. She sat out with us talking about some gossip at work for several minutes and then got up and went to her room.
I leaned over and planted a wet sloppy kiss on Chris’ lips. She let out a sigh that let me know she wasn’t protesting anything I wanted from her. I then moved my soft kisses to her neck and stuck my tongue in her ear for only a second. I whispered to her.
‘You never answered if your other boyfriends were taking care of you. I know you take care of them, don’t you?’ I asked, already knowing the answer.
‘Yes, I always do, but they don’t seem to want to return the favor,’ was her response.
‘Well, you’re going to take care of me too, but the difference is I will make sure you’re satisfied first. And Bec too, if she wants me to.’
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