Game Night Changed My LifeChapter 9 Wednesday at School
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I was not as lucky on Wednesday afternoon as I was on Tuesday. When I got home I had to relieve myself once again, but this time my mother was home early from work. That always makes it more difficult to relax and enjoy the "release". I was forced to do a quickie in the bathroom just to get it out of the way.
After I finished that up, I went to the kitchen to get a snack. My mom was there, so I filled her in on my sudden change of work schedule. She didn't seem to mind that I was working as long as I was getting caught up with my homework. I told her that it was under control and that I could probably get some studying done at work anyhow. It would probably be a slow and boring night at the Apothecary. It was usually pretty desolate in that place at night. She said that it was okay with her and that was the end of that conversation.
I grabbed a couple of cookies from the pantry and headed back to my room for a little guitar practice before work. I was still working out the kinks in Classical Gas, but it was really starting to come along. I was pretty happy with my progress overall. My fingers were definitely memorizing the positions. That basically meant that they would start to move from one position to the next without having to consciously place each finger at each location. I could at least count on cooperation from my left hand. Now I just had to concentrate on picking the right strings and how hard to pick them with my right hand. It sounds easy enough, but it is the subtleties here that make a song sound just 'okay' or 'great'.
What I always thought was amusing when you talked to a lot of high school kids who play guitar was that they always made claims like, "I can play that," or "that solo is no big deal. It's just finger tapping," about a pretty difficult song. Yeah, you can play the song, buddy, but how does it sound when you really listen to it? These are the same jokers that can play the first fifteen seconds of a bunch of rock songs, but can't play any song all the way through. They just want to play enough that they can do the opening bit for their buddies and everyone will think they can play the instrument. Oh well, enough of my ranting.
Since I had to leave to be at work by six o'clock, I couldn't eat dinner with the rest of my family. I threw a frozen pizza in the oven and had my dinner before I had to leave. It was good enough to tide me over through my work shift. If I got hungry at work I could always grab a candy bar while I was there.
At about 5:40PM I borrowed my mom's car and headed over to the store. Mr. Silverstein was surprised to see me in so soon, but once I explained the situation he was fine with me coming in for Dave. I settled in to my position at the front counter and rang up the few customers that came in for things other than prescriptions. The pharmacist was the only one who could do that and that counter was at the other side of the store. I actually couldn't even see that counter from where I stood at my register.
After about a half hour of standing there my friend Tom came strolling in. "Hefe! Fancy meeting you here."
"Yeah, like you didn't know I was working tonight."
"You're right," he laughed. "I knew you were here tonight. That's why I stopped in. I figured this would be a good time to grab some condoms in case I need them for that party on Saturday night."
"That's what I figured you were doing here."
I walked him over to the condom aisle and we checked them out. After some discussion he decided on getting some that were "ribbed for her pleasure". I took them up front to the counter and we just talked for a while before I rang them up. It's not like there were any other customers coming in. While we were up there, Tom grabbed a few packs of baseball cards and threw them on the counter with the condoms. We both had pretty decent collections of cards. We had both been buying then since about fourth grade, and we had both gone to some of the collector's shops and bought some older cards to improve our collections.
"I'll take these as well," he said as he tossed the packs of cards on the counter.
"Okay. Is that it?" I asked.
"That should do it," he told me. I rang him up and put the stuff in a bag for him.
"Hey, Jeff," he said, "have you ever noticed that these wax packs that they put the cards in are really easy to open?"
"Yeah. So what?" I didn't know where he was going with this, but knowing Tom he was cooking up some kind of joke. He always did.
"I bet you could open one of these packs and then reseal it with a glue stick and no one would know the difference."
"Why would you want to do that?"
"I was thinking that it would be pretty funny to open up a whole box full of these packs and screw around with the cards. Wouldn't it be pretty funny to find some scrub player that comes in a lot of packs and fill a pack with fifteen of that same card?"
I had to laugh. How did he come up with this crap? The visual of some little kid opening a pack and finding out that there were fifteen cards of the same no-name player was pretty funny.
"That would be pretty funny. Some kid would sit there baffled. He would probably spend days trying to figure out how Topps screwed up and packaged a bunch of the same card all together in just this one pack."
Tom agreed with my assessment. "Come on. We've go to do it, man! That would be awesome."
"How exactly to you propose that we get our hands on a whole box of these cards, then get them back on the shelf for someone to buy?"
"Hmm." He thought out loud. "I've got it. You work Friday nights sometimes and then open the store the next morning right?"
"Yeah. Sometimes."
"That's it. You throw a box of cards in your school book bag and bring them over to my house. You can sleep over that Friday night and then we'll screw around with the cards and then reseal the packs. You can just bring the box back in and put it on the shelf the next morning. There's no one around to know the difference!"
He had himself really excited with this latest joke. I was interested in playing along, but not at the thought of getting fired over it.
"You better test out your theory about opening and resealing the packs with some of the cards that you just bought. Then if that works perfectly we can try to make it happen."
"Cool! This is going to be fun!"
"You are sick mother 'f'. You do know that don't you?" I asked him.
"Yep, and you love it."
"I'll admit, you do keep things interesting."
"You know it. Hey I'm gonna run. I want to test our glue theory."
"It's your glue theory, and it's no hurry. I don't work a Friday for another two weeks."
"That's okay," he said. "I want to try it out now, anyway. I may think of more stuff we can do to the packs of cards between now and then." He grabbed his bag of goodies and ran out the door.
I just shook my head and chuckled. He was enthusiastic; I had to give him that. I was standing there for another couple of minute just spacing out when my favorite wet dream, Natalie Davis, came strolling in. I couldn't believe it. What was she doing there?
She still had on the same outfit from school and just seeing her in that outfit again gave me a boner.
"Hi Jeffy. How ya doing?" She asked with a smile that promised all kinds of things.
Jeffy? Since when did she call me that? I didn't mind though. She could call me anything she wanted as long as she called.
"Hi, Natalie. What are you doing here?"
"I came looking for you. I told you I was going to pay you back this morning. I came looking for a way to pay you back."
Sproing! I just got even harder than before.
"That's nice of you, but I meant how did you know to come here to find me?"
"Oh, that wasn't too difficult. Your mom told me."
What? How did she know my mom? "Really?"
"Yeah. I went over to your house and your mom told me that you were at work. I asked where you worked and she told me. It's not that difficult to imagine, is it?"
"No. I guess I just wasn't expecting you to show up at my house."
"Are you mad that I did?"
"No. Not at all. I'm pleasantly surprised. Did my mom ask you any questions?"
"Ha! Yeah, she did, actually. She asked who I was and if you were expecting me. Then she asked what my reason was for coming over."
"Uh, oh. She's a bit overprotective. What did you tell her?"
"I told her that you were the best pussy eater I have ever met and that I just had to come over and get some more," she said with a perfectly straight face.
"What! You didn't. Did you?" I asked in a near panic.
She just laughed at me. "No, silly. I didn't tell her that. Do you think I'm that dumb? I told her that we were in the library at the same time today and that I had left my note cards behind by accident. I also told her that I thought you had picked them up for me."
"Oh. That will work," I said in a relieved tone.
"You did get my note cards didn't you?" she joked.
Payback time, I thought. "Yeah, I picked them up for you. I figured you would want them back. I put your name on the top card and handed them to the head librarian, Mrs. Finkleman. I told her you would probably realize that you dropped them and come back for them later."
She turned pale white and her eyes got huge. "You did! Oh shit, I'm screwed if she reads those cards."
"I know you are," I said. "She's a lesbian, so I'm sure she'll be happy to lick you and rub you and touch you." I started laughing at that point. I was never very good at keeping a straight face.
"You asshole! You're just fucking with me," she accused.
"That's true," I said, "but I'm not actually fucking with you, yet."
"We'll see about that. If you keep surprising me like you did this morning, it just might happen." Yes! That's what I want to hear.
"It was my pleasure."
"Mine as well," she said. She looked around and after seeing no one else in the store she walked around the counter and right up to me.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Paying you back," she replied and then she grabbed my face and pulled it to hers for a steamy kiss. After a minute of tongue swapping she took another look around and dropped to her knees. She actually backed herself under the counter right below the cash register and beckoned me toward her.
I had a feeling that I knew what was coming and if I hadn't taken care of business at home earlier I would have been cuming just from the thought of it.
She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open. "Oh." I moaned at the sight of her creamy tits encased in that sexy white lacy bra. She had one of those front-closure bras on and she just popped her bra open. Her tits literally seemed to explode out of her bra as she released them.
"Oh God!" I moaned at the sight of those gravity-defying orbs being completely revealed. They were big and firm with pale pink nipples surrounded by nice big areolas. They were just begging to be sucked, but that would have to be for another time. There is something very sexy about that initial view of a nice pair of tits popping out of a bra. I could never figure out why the act of the women getting undressed is often cut from porno movies. That is the best part. Getting to see that which you are not supposed to see.
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