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How often does someone wake-up with a huge, shit eating, split the corners of your mouth, swallowed the canary, Cheshire Cat grin and really know they’re doing it?

This was the first thing on Kylie’s mind as she felt that slight headache a person gets when they begin to become conscious while keeping their eyes shut. It was that waking from a deep and dead sleep while refusing to open your eyes a person did when they wanted that sleep to come back and last a little bit longer, even though they are fully aware that there’s no turning back from the waking. Sleep is over. It’s not coming back no matter how much you want it to.

Kylie had that huge, shit eating, split the corners of your mouth, swallowed the canary, Cheshire Cat grin on her face.

Opening her eyes she looked up to the ceiling. The warped and bowing squares of the panels which covered the ceiling of her apartment looked even more warped and bowed than usual. It was an easily remedied problem, had she had an interest in putting on her glasses.

Where are those anyway?

Kylie was not entirely sure. They could even be out in her car.

Did I even drive home?

Involuntarily she turned to her left and stretched, and as she did her hand brushed something cool on the nightstand that made a slight scraping sound as she moved it with her hand the further she stretched. This made her aware of a couple of things. Her glasses were there, one. Her body, from about the kidneys down, ached, two. This ache increased a little more as she stretched out her right leg, pointing her toes as much as she could.

“There are too many disturbing sounds coming from up there!”

With another involuntary motion she reached a little higher and snatched her glasses off the night stand. She opened the wire legs and slipped them on her face as she rolled onto her back and then used her elbows to adjust herself into a slight sitting position against her pillows, she felt herself laying a little off because her pillows, she realized quickly, were wildly out of position.

Kylie barley had time to contemplate trying to relax in this position as something solid landed on her stomach, nearly knocking the wind out of her. Dazed again for a moment she found herself looking into Mr. Tinkle’s yellow eyes. She made a slight moan and ran a hand, which made her aware of another ache in her shoulders, down his back.

“Raow,” the cat complained with a deep whisper.

Things had clamed down enough for him to come out of hiding. Kylie knew he had been hiding since she had gotten home the night before, as he always did when there was a stranger in the house. Under the bed. Not really the most advisable place, Mr. Tinkle, she thought to herself with a mischievous smile. “You think you would learn by now,” she said aloud.

“Raow,” the cat repeated. He turned his cool nose against her hand and rubbed against it as she moved it back up his body. Relaxing on top of her he began to purr.

“A girl like you shouldn’t be doing things like this,” Mrs. McDougal’s, her downstairs neighbor’s voice said in her head.

A girl like me?, Kylie thought to herself. What did the old woman think she meant?

“Raow meow, meeoow,” Mr. Tinkle complained further as she stopped stroking him.

Her concentration interrupted Kylie knew that it was something she would have to ponder more later on. “Okay, I get it,” she said, her own voice sounding slightly hoarse.

With a final sound, a cross between a meow and a purr, Mr. Tinkle rose and quickly trotted off of her and across the mattress. She watched him leap off the bed. There was a slight thud on the carpeted floor, followed by just a glimpse of the tip of his bushy tail as he went out of the bedroom.

Kylie gave a final groan to herself and threw the sheet off of her. Underneath she was naked, which was no surprise. No, not a surprise at all, she knew. However, as she looked down past the swell of her ample breasts to the rise of her belly, she was surprised to see that just above her navel, where her body creased marking the beginning of her stomach, a note had been left. She raised her knees and leaned forward to read.

I SHOOK YOUR BOUNCY BOOTY!!!!

She let out a sharp laugh. Then, quieting herself for no good reason, she smiled, feeling that corner of your mouth ripping grin once again.

“You sure did.” There was a tingle down below as she remembered. Last night had definitely been yummy.

“Raoooow!,” Mr. Tinkle called from the kitchen.

“Okay, I’m coming, kitty, I promise,” she called back. Slipping her legs over the side of the bed she looked to her dresser where the video recorder was sat up on a small tripod, aimed at the bed.

Oh, how many minutes of nothing at all are on there?, she wondered.

Kylie knew there was no time at the moment to figure it out. She put her feet on the floor, noting they felt a little more achy now that her full weight was on them. Then she went to the video recorder and turned it off, before heading to the kitchen to give the cat his breakfast. She had the day off after all, and there would be plenty of time to watch last night’s proceedings over and over if she pleased.

-2-

A good part of the morning Kylie stayed in her slight fog. She had fed Mr. Tinkle, and then herself had breakfast, which had consisted of little more than buttered toast and a glass of orange juice. The Roundhouse was on Nickelodeon when she had turned on the TV, and after several episodes she realized there was a marathon going on, no doubt because it had been off the air for a few years and there was nothing else better to run on Saturday morning. She really didn’t care to watch The Roundhouse, but she also hadn’t bothered to change the station. Getting dressed was another thing she had not bothered to do. She sat propped up against the arm of the couch, nude, with the cat for occasional company. Every now and then she would look down and look at what had been written above her stomach in felt tipped pen. She would grin and smile, occasionally giving a knowing giggle. Every so often she would also reach down and feel the stiff mat of her public hair, letting a finger slip across the lips, and sometimes just a bit deeper.

It was at one of those moments that she was about to slide her finger in just a bit deeper that the phone rang. Mr. Tinkle raised his head up and looked over her toes. As soon as she shifted her weight so she could turn to reach the phone, which was on its charger on the end table beside the couch, he quickly rose and jumped to the floor. Taking the phone in hand Kylie watched as her cat waddled toward the bathroom. She was about to press the receive button when she glanced down once more and read the message penned above her navel.

I SHOOK YOUR BOUNCY BOOTY!!!!

Taking a breath she smiled to herself, not quite as wide as to rip the corners of your mouth, but wide nonetheless. “Hello,” she said, her voice a musing sigh.

“Hello, Kylie, it’s Mrs. McDougal-”

-from downstairs, she finished in her head, rolling her eyes. The woman said the same thing every time she called, which at a time like this was all too often. She was nice enough most of the time, but when things were going on, like last night, Mrs. McDougal took being a nosy neighbor to a whole new level.

“I hear things have calmed down from last night,” the older woman said.

Again Kylie rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth and held a finger in front of it in the gag me sign before answering. “Oh, I think I noticed.”

“I see,” the other woman said, that disappointed grandma tone in her voice. “Your friend left a little after five this morning.”

“Really,” Kylie said. “I hadn’t noticed he was gone.” She glanced down at her abdomen.

I SHOOK YOUR BOUNCY BOOTY!!!!

She smiled to herself again and her cheeks burned. It was a coy, shy smile, although her thoughts were far from it. She slowly opened her legs feeling her meaty thighs spread apart.

“Wanna little, hey, sausage Alfredo? Huh? Huh?”

“You know you should be a little more serious about this,” Mrs. McDougal said. “I almost called the police.”

Yes you told me you were going to. Again she rolled her eyes.

“This kind of thing just isn’t appropriate for a girl like you.”

There it was again. …a girl like you.

“Those sounds you make are quite disturbing dear.”

“Mrs. McDougal,” she said, rolling here eyes once more. They felt like this time the were going to stick like that, the way her own grandmother had always sworn they would when she did it when she was little.

“Yes, dear?”

“How old are you?,” she asked. The was a plop of added weight on the cushion beside her as Mr. Tinkle jumped back on the couch. Kylie watched as he stretched and yawned widely as she awaited the other woman’s response. As with the phone greeting she already knew what the answer was.

“Why, I’m 73.”

Kylie had her own answer ready in return. “And I was born in 1973,” she said. “Which will make me 26 in September.” Mr. Tinkle put his nose to her ankle and rubbed. “Which means I am definitely an adult and in control of my own life. So what I do is my business.”

“But, Kylie, sweetie, a girl like you should not be doing things like that on your own.”

Despite her frustration with her downstairs neighbor she couldn’t help but smile. The fact was she hadn’t been doing things on her own, she had help in doing them. She glanced back at the message on her abdomen.

“Just what do you mean a girl like me?,” she asked. “A girl that wears glasses? Or a girl that is plus sized?” She turned and put her back against the arm of the couch, opening her legs slightly. “Mrs. McDougal it is 1999 and not 1909. Big girls with glasses have sex without being married nowadays.”

What Kylie really wanted to say was that big girls with glasses got fucked without being married, and that occasionally it was with someone’s boyfriend or with an already married to someone else someone, but she was sure Mrs. McDougal would already be shocked be her simple answer.

“It’s just a concern to me”, the older woman said.

Kylie rolled her eyes. Reaching down to the floor she found the remote to her stereo. Not your concern, she thought. She pressed the power button and arrowed down to the CD changer control. TLC’s ‘FanMail’ began to play. Again she smiled to herself. She had put the CD on when they had started to mess around. That she could remember more clearly now.

Mmmmm, and he was fucking me in the ass by the time it got to ‘I’m Good At Being Bad’.

Kylie began to move her hand down and stopped herself, remembering she was on the phone with her prudish downstairs neighbor. Mr. Tinkle took the motion as in invitation to come on up. He crossed the short distance on the couch, putting a cautious paw just above her pubic curls. Then he walked over her, laying down on her naked belly, and then purring.

“Did you and Mr. McDougal ever have sex on Sunday afternoons?,” Kylie found herself asking.

“Kylie!,” the old woman replied, sounding aghast. “I’m sorry, dear, but that kind of thing is none of your business.”

She nodded as she gripped the phone. “And that is my point, too. What I do and who I do it with are none of your business.”

The old woman was persistent, as Kylie knew she would be. Tripping her up was never the end of a conversation where she felt perhaps she had the moral high ground. “There is the matter of all the noise though.”

The noise? Really she was sure that Mrs. McDougal could do better than that. Sometimes at night she blasted her stereo past 10 until nearly dawn, especially if Doug or Emily and Bill, their other neighbors had gotten a new CD and brought it over. And there were weekends when they would come and by the time everyone had invited someone there would be ten people in her apartment, playing Glover or Crash Bandicoot or Smash Brothers from Friday night to Sunday morning. To her knowledge Mrs. McDougal never complained to Doug or Emily and Bill about noise from their apartments, so it seemed that she was the only one in their fourplex that the older woman ever bothered.

So Kylie had to conclude that she had selective hearing. The stereo playing loud music did not bother her. The sound of her PlayStation or N64 being played through the stereo did not bother her either, and if there was a rowdy crowd playing Mario Party that didn’t bother her. Ten people walking back and forth through her apartment, talking, apparently did not bother her. Even when she ran her apartment size washer in the kitchen, which was above Mrs. McDougal’s bedroom, at 3:00 A.M., that didn’t bother her. Whatever noise Bill and Emily made didn’t bother her, nor did any of the noise that Doug made with his girlfriend of the month.

No. It seemed Mrs. McDougal could only hear disturbing noises, however few and far between they were, from her apartment. Why her? Because she was a girl like her. An overweight girl in glasses with a cute face. For whatever reason those things made her a social outcast in the old woman’s view.

I wonder if she thinks I’m a nerd?, Kylie wondered.

“Those noises bother me.”

Especially from a girl like you, Kylie added in thought.

“Hearing those noises at night is very disturbing for me.”

I know, Kylie thought, rolling her eyes. You called and interrupted me from making those noises a couple of times last night.

“Kylie, dear,” Mrs. McDougal said, taking her voice to that understanding grandmother tone, the one they used to try and convince their grandchildren to do something to change their behavior without first resorting to threatening punishment. “Isn’t there something you could do so there is not as many of those sounds?”

Kylie sighed. In that second she wished she still smoked, because she would have surely sat up and lit one then. Short of finding a way to get you evicted, Mrs. McDougal?

“Want me to shake that big ass, girl?,” he had panted.

“I want you to put something else up there besides your fingers and that beer bottle,” she had gasped back.

“Maybe if,” the older woman went on, “I don’t know. If there was a way to tone things down.”

Again Kylie shook her head as she held the phone. She did her best to keep her voice even and reasonable normal, a feat made slightly harder because at the moment Mr. Tinkle decided to flex his toes and dig all of his front claws into her bare and soft flesh. “So which noises do you want me to work on the most, Mrs. McDougal? The moaning, the bed creaking or the part when I say oh that’s it, baby, fuck me harder?”

On the other end of the line the other woman took a sharp breath. “Why, I’ve never-”

“That’s the point, Marion, you never,” Kylie told her. He cheeks were red, her anger now rising. Mr. Tinkle opened his eyes and looked at her with a stupefied look on his face, twitching his ears back. “So next time don’t waste time calling me to complain about the noise, just call the police so I can have enough time to get fucked without having to stop.”

“Wh-, Kylie!,” the older woman sputtered on the other end of the line. “You can’t talk that way over the phone.”

“It’s 1999, Mrs. McDougal!,” Kylie replied. With that she took the phone away from her ear and pressed the hang up button.

How out of it could you get?

She looked down at Mr. Tinkle, who still had that look of worry on his face. “Right?”

Mr. Tinkle looked at her and twitched his left ear a couple of times. Then he silently rose to his full height and hopped off of her, waddling off to the bedroom.

“Thanks a lot,” she sighed. She looked at the phone in her hand, considering calling her back and telling her that Emily and Bill were going to come over next weekend and that there were going to try a threesome just to see if she could shock her downstairs neighbor a little bit more. Instead she sat the phone on the coffee table and looked down at her belly and the message penned there.

I SHOOK YOUR BOUNCY BOOTY!!!!

Now Kylie smiled, because almost as if on cue ‘I’m Good At Being Bad’ began to play. After listening for a moment she closed her eyes, easing herself back on the couch and opening her legs. She slipped a hand down, sighing as she slid her finger through that matted tangle of hair to reach and part the throbbing lips of her pussy.
Last night she had turned the CD on to cover the noise they were making when they had gotten to her apartment. The kitchen table had skidded back and hit the wall as he had pushed her against it. Her blouse and bra were ruined as he pulled them off of her, bending her back slightly against the table. Kylie knew that the buttons had all popped off as he jerked it with one hand, catching her bra as well and snapping the left hand strap as he pulled. Alfredo was still strong, even if he had taken on a less physical job.

As she remembered she raised her knees a little higher and opened herself more. She didn’t think she was going to be able to get into her car they had been so all over each other. She had knelt in her front seat for a minute in Sporty’s parking lot while he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and pushed it in her. A couple of other cars had pulled in right at that moment, so he stopped after a few thrust and they straightened themselves out so he could get to his own car and follow her home.

Back from there it was a blur, somewhat. She couldn’t remember driving home or going inside. It just seemed to go from the parking lot to him ripping her clothes off in the kitchen and biting her enough to pinch repeatedly on her breasts. She had tried to pull away but he reached down and ran a hand up her skirt, making her groan a loud and animalistic sound as he plunged his thumb deep in her pussy. Then his mouth was over hers, his tongue inside, as he pounded his thumb hard into her pussy, fondling her breasts through her ruined clothes as he did so.

“Maybe I should turn some music on,” she had suggested, breathless, the moment his mouth was off hers.

“Yeah,” he agreed, sounding a little out of breath himself.

Kylie had made her way giddily to the living room with him tailing right along with her, pulling her ruined blouse and bra off her shoulders and discarding them on the floor as they went. Instead of grabbing the remote she went straight to the entertainment center and opened the glass door so she could have access to the stereo. As she turned it on and adjusted the volume Alfredo had worked her skirt down. Kylie got one foot out of it and put it back on the floor. When she raised her other foot off the floor she felt his hand between her legs. He placed an arm around her waist as the music began to play as he slipped more than one finger into her wet and throbbing pussy.

As she though back over it Kylie arched her back against the cushions of the couch and plunged her own fingers deeper. Then with a sigh she drew them back and began rubbing her clit with her index and middle fingers.

Kylie remembered that she had moved her waist after a couple of minutes, making him withdraw his fingers. She had turned and kissed him on the cheek. Then she had giggled and half walked and half stumbled back. He looked at her with a huge smile on his face as he began shucking his own clothes. She took a couple of steps toward the couch. Then she stopped, turning to face him. She took an additional two steps backward, then looked to him laughing mischievously.

Alfredo didn’t waste any time getting to her. It had been as if he had suddenly been there, pushing her back and forcing her over the arm of the couch. He again showed he was a strong guy grabbing her feet and pulling them up until her heels were on his shoulders. Then he held on to one leg as he took his cock and guided it into her as she laid back over the arm of the couch.

“Oh, God,” she cried. “Nnnn-mmmmmhh!”

“Yeah, you like that, baby?,” he hissed, his voice somehow still sounding casual at the same time. “You like, the sausage Alfredo, huh?”

“Nnnnnnuhhhh!,” was her only reply. It was so fucking good and so fucking hot that she was coming already. A small, yet intense orgasm rocked her and she let out a breath. “Fuckaaashit,” she panted.

“Want me to shake that big ass, girl?,” he had panted. He tightened his grip twisting as he thrust his cock into her.

“I want you to put something else up there besides your fingers and that beer bottle,” she had gasped back.

God, the bottle. Kylie almost couldn’t believe that that and everything else at Sporty’s had happened. And now that she was alone and horny again she wished she had one in the refrigerator. She wondered if that little incident would make Emily consider not bringing anything to drink with her the next time she came, or if she was going to suggest that she start using that as her next party trick to shock and amaze the rest of their friends. She could almost imagine her friend telling everyone, Watch Kylie stick this long neck up her ass.

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered to herself. Trying not to miss a stroke she shifted her weight and worked herself around until she was in a kneeling position, pressing her face against the back of the couch. As she continued to work her clit she did her best to work her other hand around her back. She managed to spread her cheeks, but she could just touch the throbbing bud of her anus with the tip of her fingers reaching from that direction.

It was about at that point last night that she had suggested they go to the bedroom. Alfredo had pulled out and stood over her as she sat herself up. For the first time she had a chance to get a good look at his cock. He was big, but not quite the legend he had been made out to be when they had worked at the Big P in Bartow all those years ago. He was at least six inches though, with a nice knob on the end, and as it hung against his leg it did remind her of the sausages they sold in the meat case at the Big P. He took her hand and helped her slide off the arm of the couch. She gave a slight and breathless giggle, then lead the short way to the bedroom.

Once inside she flipped on the light on the dresser. She looked to him with a smile, then she turned on her video recorder and pressed record.

“Um, what’s that?,” he asked, slipping an arm around her waist and pressing his naked chest to her equally naked back. The dark hair on his chest tickled slightly as she breathed.

“A little something for posterity,” she said. Closing her eyes she reached behind her and slipped her fingers around his stiff and sticky cock, slowly beginning to stroke it. “I like to see what it looks like when I get fucked up the ass.”

“You are a kinky little bitch,” he said, pausing to nibble the edge of her ear. “I never would have suspected before.”

Kylie sighed and arched her back toward him as she rubbed his cock.

“I should have kept the bottle,” he whispered.

Kylie moaned, her legs feeling slightly rubbery.

That was when the phone rang. The first time.

-3-

Kylie had decided at that point to stop playing with herself on the couch. She didn’t want to bring herself off quite yet. Especially not since she could retreat to the bedroom and watch the tape itself.

She prolonged the moment a little longer, however. First she took a shower. Then she gave Mr. Tinkle his lunch. And then finally she went to the bedroom and turned on the video recorder and rewound the tape. As it whirled back she picked up the connection cables laying looped around the tripod and plugged them into the back of the recorder.

As she waited for it to rewind she laid herself out on her bed, pressing her stomach and breasts into the mattress. Alfredo’s message had been washed away in the shower, and she wished he had used something a little more permanent to write it. Thinking this her eyes fell directly on the Marks-A-Lot marker sitting on the video tape tower in the corner of the bedroom. It would have been appropriate she observed to herself, since it was the marker she used to label the tapes in her small, yet still growing every now and then, collection of private home videos.

Kylie shifted on top of her sheets and pulled herself forward slightly until her arms and shoulders were in a position to hang off the edge of the mattress. She read the names off to herself as she let her eyes trail down the half stack of tapes, a slight smile curled her lips, still not quite as big as her corner tearing one that morning, but still a fairly big smile. The tapes were a source of personal entertainment, as well as being a source of protection. Say for instance if she ever needed to she could make a copy to send to Mrs. Alfredo, or at least threaten to, if things ever got out of hand.

Though, she a little sadly mused to herself, she was sure that last night was just a one time thing.

But she could relive it over in detail, again and again.

The video recorder made a growling and clicking sound, followed by the sound of the motor powering down as the rewind shut off.

Well, at least a fairly good part of it can be relived in detail, she thought with a smile.

Kylie scooted herself on her stomach until she reached the foot of the bed, then she slipped off and stood up. She went to the TV and turned it on. The screen was already blank and blue because she used the TV in the bedroom for nothing other than watching her “home movies”.

After grabbing the remote she sat back down on the edge of the bed and adjusted her glasses before pointing it at the video recorder and pressing play.

-4-

It had been about five or six years since she had seen Alfredo. They had run into each other a couple of times after she had quit her job at the Big P, just before she turned 18. Other than that she had not seen him until the week before when he had come into Sporty’s Sports Bar & Grill. She had recognized him immediately as she saw him walk up to the bar the previous Friday, he hadn’t changed too much. He was tall and slightly stocky, a dough boy with a belly, but a face that was somewhat cute and handsome at the same time. He looked like a real nice guy, the kind you knew right off was fun and jolly, and maybe somewhat of a momma’s boy.

However, he had had somewhat of a reputation, even back then, as a real bad boy. Maggie and Alice, whom she had worked with at the Big P as well, had plenty of stories to tell from first hand experience. He had once, according to them, had a fivesome, with Maggie and Alice and two other girls, and they agreed that everyone had been completely satisfied despite the fact the girls had him outnumbered four to one. Alice’s mother had caught them once, and somehow smooth talking Alfredo convinced her mother to join in the action. On top of that there were dozens of tales of him messing around with different girls at work, on site and on the clock.

After she had left the Big P she heard through the grapevine that he had gotten into some trouble. Someone finally caught him fucking one of the cashiers in the milk cooler. He was the assistant meat manager at that time, and he had been demoted and moved to another store, which to Kylie’s knowledge ended the wild goings on in the Bartow Big P’s meat department.

Looking at him then she realized how he had gotten so many girls. It was because he was so smooth and easy going. He did come off as the big friendly guy that everyone liked instantly. He had flirted with her occasionally back then, making inappropriate jokes about giving her a little sausage Alfredo.

Thinking about it as she watched him order had made her wonder what it would have been like. After thinking about this for less than a minute she suddenly decided she wanted to see if she could make it happen now. She had looked over to Emily and told her she knew that guy. Then she called and got his attention and waved him over.

Like her he immediately recognized who she was and came to sit down. She introduced him to Emily, Bill, Doug and April, Doug’s current girlfriend. As she expected he seemed to fit right in, because Alfredo was just that kind of guy, the one everyone likes. The next two rounds of drinks he bought.

“So is this your first time at Sporty’s,” she had asked.

He took a draw off of his beer and nodded. “Yeah. You know, it’s one of those places I’ve been by a thousand times but have never tried.” He tapped the bottle with his left hand, the wedding band on his finger making a slight click as it touched it.

“And where’s Mrs. Alfredo?,” she asked.

“Oh, her and her sister are having ladies night, so I had to find somewhere to give a try,” he replied.

She had glanced at Emily. Her friend slit her eyes and gave a somewhat knowing smile. “How often do the ladies go out?”

Alfredo gave a huge grin and a slight laugh. “Not often enough.” He took another sip of beer.

Damn, she thought.

“Though she is going out of town next weekend,” he continued. “Some real estate thing, seminars on selling and stuff, no spouses welcome. So next weekend I’ll be hanging out somewhere on my own again.”

“Well, you can always come back here,” Emily suggested. Kylie had known that she knew what she was thinking and was throwing it out there to help her out. “We’re here most Fridays and Saturdays.”

Alfredo looked to them across the table and nodded. “Then I guess I have plans, huh.” He then smiled directly at Kylie and raised his eyebrows, making what she though of as a sly look disguised as a comical one.

“Well, I’ll definitely be here,” she said.

He nodded again. “Then it’s a date.”

Emily slightly turned her head and gave a wink. From the smirks on their faces it was apparent that Bill and Doug knew where things were going to be headed as well. Too bad Mrs. McDougal was the only one in the fourplex that had no idea, Kylie would think in hindsight.

After that they had talked along for while, catching up. Alfredo was still working for the Big P, although now he was a front end manager. To this Kylie had remarked that that position probably made it hard since he was used to working with his meat everyday.

He got the joke, but didn’t announce it. Instead he casually told everyone that when he first worked for the chain that they used to cut a majority of the meat instead of having it brought in precut. Having to move sides of beef had been the thing which had really kept him in shape when Kylie had worked with him. “Those guys and girls have it so easy now.”

“So you decided to move onto harder work?,” Doug asked.

Alfredo had shrugged. “Well, naw, the misses, she’s a mover and shaker, so she really wanted me to do something else than be a meat manager. And I like it, you know. I’m kind of a people person.”

“So she didn’t want you to play with your meat all day?”, Kylie asked, a sly grin on her face.

He nodded and kind of laughed. “Yeah, I guess so.” He looked at her and gave her a smile which she was sure had thawed even some of the most icy girls over the years. “And she like refused to let me in the kitchen to cook if I had been working the department that day.”

“You like to cook I take it?,” Emily asked.

He shrugged again, still smiling, answering without taking his eyes off Kylie. “Yeah. Italian. You know. It’s in the blood.”

Kylie smiled and took of sip of her Zima in an attempt not to laugh. The turn in the conversation gave her a little opening. “So, do you make the sausage Alfredo still?”

Alfredo snorted and chuckled slightly, nodding. “Oh yeah. It’s been a long time since I said that one though.”

Kylie nodded. “Yeah, I know. You asked me about making it a long time ago, but I never got around to trying.”

Emily looked away and Kylie knew that her friend was rolling her eyes at that one.

He looked to her, a shit eating grin on his face, his brown eyes locking on hers. “Well, especially since I got married, I like to make cooking a team effort.”

“I see.”

“So I make the sausage Alfredo and my helper puts the effort into making the sauce, hey.”

That was enough to get everyone at the table laughing. As they all laughed he kept his eyes on Kylie’s and she kept hers on his. It was obvious to him, she was sure, that he knew where this was going and that he was already intending on getting all the way there next week. She picked up her Zima and took another slow sip, letting her lips linger on the top of the bottle before pulling them off.

“I gotta run to the bathroom for a minute,” Alfredo announced. “Don’t let anyone take my seat, okay.”

“Don’t worry, Alfredo, I won’t,” she assured him. Kylie looked him over as he stood up, again noting that he had not changed that much. He was wearing a yellow dress shirt and tie, an obvious indication that he had just come from work before deciding to try Sporty’s for the first time. As he walked through the other patrons of the sports bar she noted that he had a flat ass.

“Oh, Christ,” Emily groaned playfully. “Why don’t you just get up and follow him?”

Kylie shook her head, a huge smile on her face. “No way.”

Emily took a sip of her drink. “Not like it’s anything you haven’t done before.”

April gasped and said, “Oh, my.” Apparently, like Mrs. McDougal, she was expecting that Kylie was a virgin just because she was overweight and wore glasses.

“That was only one time,” Kylie defended herself. “You always talk like I do it all the time.” She looked at April, doing her best to make her face appear serious. “We were at a club in Orlando, and I was sure I wasn’t going to ever see that guy again.” She cut her eyes in the direction of the restrooms. “I have a pretty good feeling he will be back here next week.”

“Um,” April said. She picked up her own drink and took a sip.

“I think Ky is freaking you out,” Doug commented.

“Well,” the other girl said, timidly.

Kylie closed her eyes, rolling them in her head behind the lids. If this kind of thing shocked April then she knew that her relationship with Doug was going to be exceptionally brief.

“It ain’t a big deal, girl,” Doug said, as if on cue. “People fuck in bathrooms all the time. Just not always with two guys at the same time.”

“I was pretty drunk that night,” Emily growled.

April’s face turned ashen. Kylie could tell even in the dim light of the bar room.

“We,” Bill added correcting.

“We,” Emily repeated.

“Yeah, yeah,” Doug agreed, then taking a sip off of his beer. “All three of us were.”

Kylie found it hard to keep from laughing. The look on his girlfriend’s face was priceless.

“Um,” April said. “You and her have had sex before?”

Emily cracked a huge smile and snorted. That was all it took for Kylie and the guys to start laughing as well. “Of course not,” she laughed, enjoying seeing April momentarily squirm.

Kylie knew that her friend wanted to roll her eyes because it was obvious that Doug’s flavor of the month was already possessive and lacking a sense of humor. She predicted, correctly, that she would probably be gone by the next week because Doug was not the kind of guy who liked a girl to show much interest in being anything other than fuck buddies. The next Friday she would be replaced with Dawn, who had a bigger sense of humor, bigger sexual appetite, and bigger boobs.

“I was there in spirit though,” Doug said. He hugged April to him and it was obvious the whole idea of bathroom sex made her uncomfortable. “I mean, anyway, if I knew what had been taking them so long in the bathroom that night I would have been next in line.”

Bill kind of frowned, but it was nowhere near as obvious as April’s.

Emily casually raised an arm and flipped him off.

“Promises, promises.”

At that moment, thinking of fuck buddies, Kylie saw that Alfredo was making his was back to the table.

“Hey, kids, did I miss anything?,” he questioned, pulling out his chair.

“Oh, not too much,” Bill said.

“Just talking a little about bathroom sex,” Doug informed him. “You know anything about the subject?”

Alfredo just cracked a grin. Again it was one of those times when he looked like an innocent momma’s boy, his cheeks slightly reddening. “Hee, hee.”

“Oh, I think Alfredo probably has more experience than anyone here,” Kylie spoke up. She looked to him across the table and smiled. “I heard a lot of tales about the employee’s restroom when we worked at the Big P.”

Alfredo smiled back. There was a gleam in his eyes. He gave a chuckle. “Guilty as charged.”

She looked at him looking back at her, and he still had that gleam in his eyes. It was obvious that he knew why she wanted him to come back and hang out with them the next week. And it was obvious to Kylie that he was planning on coming back to give her whatever it was she wanted. She found herself squirming in her seat a little just thinking of the possibilities of what sausage Alfredo would be like.

-5-

For the rest of the evening they all sat around, drinking beers, joking around, and swapping stories about work and life in general. Doug and April had left early, no doubt because she didn’t recover from him joking earlier about being in a threesome with Emily and Bill. They left a little after 11, and Kylie was pretty sure that her friend was ready for some action with her husband. So that left Kylie and Alfredo alone for about an hour and a half before he had to leave to be home.

She amazed herself at how patient she was being. She had not been with anyone in over four months, and she definitely was ready for some action. However, she knew if she lured him away to some secluded spot tonight that it would be a quickie, and a majority of the quickies she had had were quickly forgotten. She needed something that she could savor. And if indeed they ended up going to her apartment, something she could truly save for her enjoyment at a later date.

Even though it was no doubt on both their minds they had kept the conversation away from sex after the others left. At least until it was close for time for him to go. They had switched to the table in the corner once it had become available, sitting in the middle of the booth and getting chummy. At one point as he talked about how different his current position was from when he was a meat manager he had reached under the table and lightly run his meaty fingers across the back of her hand. Her blood raced at that first light contact, and she could feel her cheeks burning.

“So, next week?,” he said.

Kylie nodded.

“Hum,” he laughed. “I get the distinct impression you won’t want to stay here too late.” Reaching up he brushed her hair away from her cheek.

Kylie cut her eyes to him and smiled a mischievous smile. “Maybe.”

He laughed again. Then he raised his eyebrows several times, something she had seen him do many times years ago when he was being suggestive, crude or funny. “So, I’ma guessing I should pull out the old recipe for the sausage Alfredo, eh?”

To this she raised her own eyebrows and flashed her teeth in that huge, shit eating, split the corners of your mouth, swallowed the canary, Cheshire Cat grin she would wake up with a week later. “Maybe,” she repeated.

Alfredo smiled broadly and gave a jolly laugh. “Well, I dunno,” he said, his tone musing. “Are you a good helper in the kitchen?”

Kylie nodded. “I’ll have no problem helping you make the sauce,” she told him, remembering what he had said earlier. “And I promise to eat every bit.”

“Oh, yeah?,” he questioned, his voice a little husky.

She reached up and twisted some of her hair around her index finger. “Oh, yeah.”

The next thing she knew he was leaning in closer. They kissed, first on the lips. It was soft and gently. Then they each opened their mouths and slid their tongues to each other. Kylie closed her eyes to enjoy the moment. It got even better as she felt him reach around her and grope at one of her fat breasts with one hand.

As they continued kissing she opened her legs. Somehow he knew, because it only took half a second before the other hand was up her skirt. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers rubbed and prodded at the front of the silky panties she was wearing to judge where the slit was. He moved them toward her thigh and tested the leg band, trying to slip his fingers underneath, which only managed to pull at her pubic curls a little.

Alfredo, leaned back, taking a slight breath. He took his hands off of her and sat slightly back from her. “Well, I’ll get that recipe out for next week,” he assured her. “Whew.” He gave her a smile, fixing her with a lusty stare. “I got to get going before the wife gets home.”

Kylie nodded.

He looked as if he was going to slide out of the booth for a moment. Then he reached under the table and between her open legs once again. His fingers went right to her slit, and he pressed the fabric of her panties hard against it.

Kylie let out a sigh and a moan.

“Think you can leave those at home next week?”

She nodded, letting out another little moan, and a gasp.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

They kissed again, slow and deep. Then Alfredo said his goodbyes, assuring her he would be at Sporty’s the next week.

-6-

Kylie felt even more turned on as she played that first hint of foreplay over in her mind. She laid back on the mattress and opened her legs, reaching down and gently fingering her clit. She realized she really had no idea how intense it was going to turn out. Going to Sporty’s the evening before she had envisioned that things were going to be slow and sensual, but as time went on she truly realized how frenzied and aggressive that Alfredo could be.

Mindlessly she reached out with her free hand, knowing pretty much that she was not going to find her trusty little buzzer in bed with her. Her buzzing little friend that kept her company in the lean months was tucked away in the drawer of the nightstand. Her fingers did however bump something plastic on the bed beside her. It took her just a second to realize it was the video recorder remote.

Oh, why the fuck not?, she thought to herself.

Kylie wrapped her fingers around the remote and took it down between her legs. She shifted herself slightly to open herself up, but not too much. She just wanted the tip, something to feel on her clit without worrying about killing the remote. Taking her hand away she paused to pass the remote from her other hand and into it. Then she used her now empty hand to raise the paunch of her stomach slightly. She hissed and let out a coo as she probed the upper region of her vagina, finding her clit and rubbing it with one of the corners of the video recorder remote. She only allowed herself a few moments of pleasure before stopping. There was still the tape with the sights and sounds of her being bounced around to be enjoyed.

Finally stopping she took the remote out of her pussy and sat up. She gave a glance to the blue screen on her television. Then she scooted her naked butt backward until she was against the pillows. It only took her a second to realize that they were still out of place, so she sat the remote aside for a moment and straightened them back out. Once she had everything just right she picked the remote back up and adjusted herself. She aimed the remote at the video recorder and pressed play.

There was the slight hum as the recorder powered up. Then the screen went to static, followed by a flipping of the image. Once she saw her own face plastered across the screen she knew she would see the familiar surroundings of her bed room as she stepped back. It only took a second for her to back away, and indeed she was standing naked in her own room. However, the person who stepped up and kissed her on the neck was not Alfredo. She was pretty sure his name was David. Kylie realized that she had forgotten that she had even taped him that night.

Must have been pretty drunk that night, she thought to herself.

As if in reply she heard herself giggling drunkenly on the video.

“You like to tape yourself when you do it?,” guy she thought was David asked.

“Mmmm, yeah,” she laughed.

“Kinky.”

She watched as she stepped away from him, backing up to reveal that she was already naked. She had a drunken grin on her face and she reached down and raised her belly flashing her pussy lewdly at the camera. There was music in the background, drifting from the living room, Newcleus’s ‘Jam On It’, from an old mix tape she had had since she was a kid.

She held up the remote, nearly pressing fast forward, but then as quickly as she thought of doing it changed her mind. In a way it was like a preview, the foreplay before the main even, much like the messing around she had done with Alfredo the night before. “David” hadn’t been particularly good, she didn’t think, but maybe he would seem a little better on review. Easing herself down a little she raised her knees, spacing them wide to open herself up.

“Let’s get to this,” he said on the tape.

“Yeah.”

She watched as he peeled off his briefs, dipping low and trying to put on a show for the camera, but most of it was lost since it was set up to record at bed level. Kylie wished there was some way she could have someone else there to do the camera work. Panning, close-ups, different angels. That would be just like being in a real porno, and the thought of that made her a little wetter. She turned to the night stand and opened the drawer and got out her little buzzer for just in case.

“David” faced the screen, whooing as he moved his waist back and forth to show off his cock. It was slim, about four, four and a half inches, with an arrow shaped looking head, surrounded by bushy brown hair. “Alright,” he said.

Kylie placed the remote between her breasts as she watched them on the screen.

“You gonna bounce me around?,” her voice had that far away sound voices sometimes made on the TV.

He let out a laugh. “Oh-ho, yeah.”

Kylie cooed to herself as she watched herself on the screen. He got on her bed first, kneeling and patting the spot in front of him at the foot. She stepped to the foot and leaned herself down, opening her mouth and sucking his stiff cock right in. It only took her a few seconds to start bobbing her head with gusto.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he sighed. “Suck that dick, you fuckin’ fat moose.”

Moose? She had obviously been too wasted to remember anything they had done. Now she was glad she had taped their encounter. She could not recall anyone ever calling her a moose before, but hearing “David” say it to her on the tape got her blood going just a little faster.

Speaking of little, she could see she had no problem sucking his cock. He remained nice and stiff too. In the past there had been a couple of guys who stayed as limp as a wet noodle, no matter how much she sucked on them. There had even been one guy, whom she had ended up not doing anything with, who was hung like a horse, but could not get it up no matter how hard he tried. She always called him the eel whenever she talked about the experience with Emily.

“Yeah, suck that dick, you fat moose,” he panted.

Kylie watched as she paused to look up at him. Then she took a breath and went back down, making him groan. In the background Murray Head was now singing ‘One Night In Bangkok’ from her living room.

“Woah, woah,” he hissed. He placed his hands on her shoulders. “Back off a second.”

“Nummm,” she cooed, raising her head.

Kylie reached up and put her hand on the remote, feeling her heart thud through the cool plastic.

“Come on up here.”

She watched as she rose up and raised her leg to get into bed with him. They kissed. Then they moved toward the middle of the bed. Kissing again he put an arm around her and urged her to lay down.

She tapped the remote.

“You want this?,” he asked, leaning back and thrusting his cock toward her. The actual view on the tape was for the most part obscured by his body.

“Yeah,” her voice came back, just audible.

Kylie let out a breath as she watched herself opening her legs wide on the tape. Again she raised her knees, then spaced them open further. Her fingers went around the remote, never mind her little buzzer beside her, her hand was already on it.

“Muu-ahhh,” she cried. “Give it to me.”

“Yeah,” he grunted.

It was hot, but at the same time Kylie had to laugh at herself. She was unsure if it had been because she was drunk, or was putting on a good show, or both, but she was sure that that little bit “David” had put into her had not been enough to make her moan like that.

On the screen he started thrusting into her, grunting, panting, and making the bed creak, the headboard lightly tapping the wall. “You like that?,” he gasped. “Like that big dick, you fat moose?”

“Yes,” she gasped on the tape.

Kylie covered her mouth as she let out a loud laugh. Big dick? David, or whatever his name was, surely though a lot of a little.

He gave a couple of hard thrust, and there were two loud bangs as the headboard hit the wall with each of them. “Want more of it?”

“To the balls”, she gasped.

Kylie almost sat the remote down as she covered her face with her free hand, from somewhat partial embarrassment. Had she really said that? According to the tape he was in to the balls all along.

“Yeah, fuckin’ moose,” he growled. He pounded her several more times.

“Oh, yeah!,” she cried.

“Yeah!” The headboard hit the wall loudly. “Yeah!” Another bang of the headboard against the wall.

“Yeah,” she panted back. The headboard slapped the wall again. “Yeah!” The headboard hit it again. “Oh, yeah!” She thrusted up to meet him. He pounded her right back to the mattress and the headboard banged into the wall again. “Uhhhn.” And again. “That’s it!,” she cried. The springs stared to creak. “Yeah, fuck me, Danny!”

Oops, his name was Danny.

“Fuck me hard!,” she growled.

He quickened his pace, jamming his slim cock into her hungry hole, a fact that was plain on the screen. Kylie gave herself an imaginary pat on the back. It was as if she always knew just the right position to be in for the camera to catch her holes being used. Despite the slight ridiculousness of it all as she watched, she seemed so into it at the time, and Danny was so into it, she couldn’t help but feel a little hotter. Taking the remote she turned her wrist into position as she moved it down once again.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!,” she begged on the tape. “Jam my pussy.”

“Uhnnn! Uhhnn!,” Danny growled. He pressed himself against her, reaching out and grabbing her jiggling breasts.

Kylie raised her stomach up and slid the edge of the remote against her pussy lips.

That was, of course, when the phone rang.

Everyone stopped, both in the present, and on the tape.

Kylie sat, looking at the screen with her remote just parting her pussy lips. Panting, Danny turned his head in the direction of the ringing. Past his right side she could she her hand reaching. Of course, as she watched herself, she already knew who it was going to be.

“You’re going to answer it?,” he asked, looking down.

“My neighbor,” she could hear herself mumble and slightly giggle from underneath him. “Hello?”

The rest of the phone conversation was lost in whispering on the tape. Kylie, though, was pretty sure of how it went. It only took a couple of seconds, but as in real life it made the mood change somewhat.

“Well?,” he asked as she struggled to put the receiver back in its cradle.

“Just, Mrs. McDougal,” she could hear herself saying. “She wants us to keep the noise down.”

There was a pause, and Kylie watched as they stayed in place on the screen, neither budging, still engaged.

“And are we?”

From beneath him she snorted and laughed. “Fuck no.”

“Fuck yeah!,” he agreed.

“I want you to bounce my ass,” she said, sounding goofy drunk again.

“Bounce your ass?,” he questioned.

“Mmmmmmm,” she cooed. “Bounce it, baby. I want you to put that hard dick in my ass and bounce the fuck out of it. Fuck it good!”

The phone rang again. Her hand shot out, picked the receiver up and placed it back down.

Kylie reached down with the hand holding her stomach up and stretched her pinky down and out as far as she could, pulling one side of her pouty lips open so she could get the edge of the remote in and on her clit. She had the feeling that no matter what things were going to get hotter between her and Danny, not David, shorty cock.

“Come on and roll over,” he was saying. He had already pulled out of her and moved back to give her enough room to change her position.

Kylie herself rolled onto her stomach and got on her knees, raising her ass high. Although her own body, then his, obscured the view, she was sure she had her face to one side, pressed against her pillow. “Come on and give it to me.”

“Yeah.”

She watched fascinated, as she always was, as Danny positioned himself behind her and worked his cock into her ass. She knew he was not going to have any problem, after all she had had bigger, much bigger, cocks up there, but her little bud always looked so puckered and tight. It was tingling right now as she watched it go in on the screen. She rubbed the tip of the remote over her clit and sighed as she watched the unruly hair on his balls brush her pussy lips once he was all the way in.

“Uhn-oooh,” she cooed, her face hidden by the angle she was laying at and their bodies. “Bounce my ass. Fuck it with that cock.”

“Yeah?,” he hissed.

“Yeah!”

Kylie couldn’t help herself. Having her ass bounced was one of the things that excited her the most, big cock or not. She worked her hips, watching the action on the screen through slits for a moment. She leaned her head back and gasped before returning her attention to the screen. As she watched she worked her clit around as best she could with the edge of the video recorder remote. There was an orgasm in there somewhere, but she wanted to make sure that it was a little one, she didn’t want to get off too much before she got to the previous night’s footage of her with Alfredo.

“Like that hard dick up your dirty ass, moose?,” Danny questioned.

“Yes!,” she cried.

The music coming from the living room had now changed to Laid Back’s ‘White Horse’. As Kylie watched Danny fuck her in her ass she realized that he had changed his pace to match the beat of the song. Similarly, she tried to match the same pace with the remote over her clit.

“BOUNCE MY FUCKIN’ ASS!,” she suddenly yelled. “POUND ME WITH THAT FUKIN’ COCK! NUUUHHH! NUAHH-FUCKASHITT!”

“Nahhhra!,” Danny groaned, thrusting even faster into her hungry ass.

The headboard was hitting the wall with a steady BANG, BANG, BANG!

“You love that dick in your ass?”

BANG, BANG, BANG.

“Yes!”

BANG, BANG, BANG.

“You fuckin’ lovin’ it, moose slut?”

“Yes!”

BANG, BANG, BANG.

“Yeah,” he panted, quickening his pace and abandoning the beat of ‘White Horse’. “You love having a big fat dick in your nasty ass, don’t you, bitch!”

BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG.

“Oh, yes.”

Bang, clatter, BANG.

“Yeah, you want me to cum up that ass, moose? You want me to fill it up with some hot juice?”

“God, yes!,” she cried at the same time she said it on the tape. She was furiously working the remote over his clit now.

“Fuckin’ yeah,” he panted, thrusting even harder.

Kylie could see there was sweat on his legs as his ass clenched up every time he thrust into her.

“Fuckin’ yeah, fuckin, yeah, FUCK’N YEAH!”

BANG, BANG, CLATTER, BANG, BANG, BANG, RATTLE, BANG.

“MMMMMM,” she cried from under him, a noise she knew she was making either with her mouth closed or her face pressed into the pillow. “That’s it,” she panted. “Give me your cock! Make me cum, bay-beeEEEEE! BOUNCE MY FUCKING ASS GOOD!”

Kylie closed her eyes for a second and bit down on her upper lip, holding it and slightly moving it between her teeth as she drew in a breath. Her clit felt like it was putting off electrical sparks, the first sign she was going to cum. Another couple of minutes and she knew she would start having little tingles all over her body.

BANG, CLATTER, RATTLE, BANG, BANG, BANG.

“IT’S GONNA COME SOON,” she called. “IT’S GONNA BE SO FUCKIN’ GOOD!”

And then the phone rang again. Kylie watched herself on the tape, continuing on. Danny was still going too, but as he fucked her ass she could tell by the direction his head was turned that he was looking dead at the phone ringing on the dresser. Slowing her pace slightly and letting the remote slip out of her hand she focused more on the action on the video tape, and less on her slowly building orgasm.

The phone rang on, a good eight rings. Just as it rang the last Kylie finally came. “Yeah! YEAH! God. Oh, FUCKING GOD!” She had risen up on her palms now, pushing back as Danny fucked into her. “It’s coming, baby. IT’S COMING!”

As she slowed her pace and took a breath there was a slight pause, and for a moment everything on the tape went silent for an instant between panting, gasping and creaks. Kylie took this as a cue to back off further. She took the remote away and slipped it on her stomach. Then she took her hands and felt herself up, arching her back against her pillows, bringing her hands to her breasts and squeezing them down as if she were milking a cow’s udders.

Then the instant was over and sound resumed on the tape. Grandmaster Melle Mel & The Furious Five’s ‘Beat Street Breakdown’ started to drift in from the living room. Kylie was panting, gasping and moaning. Danny had slowed his pace down to almost a standstill, but then began to pick it up as she panted and looked back at him.

Kylie teased her nipples, lightly twisting them as she watched.

“More,” she panted. “Bounce my ass more.”

The phone rang again.

Once.

Danny quickened his pace.

Then a second ring.

He groaned, placing his hands on her ass and thrusting in a little faster.

Then a third time.

“Man, fuck this shit!,” he growled. He pulled his cock out of her and leaned over to the side, sitting himself down behind her.

Kylie finally had a good look at her own face as she looked back over her shoulder at him on the tape. “What?”

The phone kept ringing.

“I’m done,” he said.

She pushed herself up, and then rose on her knees. She then worked to turn toward him.

The phone rang for the tenth time.

“She’ll give up,” she told him with drunken confidence.

“Tsh,” he spat. “You should have taken it off the fuckin’ hook after the first damn time.” He shifted his weight, obviously moving to slip off the bed.

“Where you going?,” she heard herself ask, as if he had no reason to leave.

“Home,” he said flatly.

On the tape she smiled to him, flashing her teeth. “Oh, come on,” she said in a palsy-walsy tone. “You haven’t even gone yet.”

“Well, it sucks to be me,” he said, slipping of the bed. He bent down to retrieve an unseen piece of clothing. Then he stepped off screen. “At least you got off first. I’m sure that doesn’t happen all the time.”

Kylie was sitt