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The semi finals are over!
The voting was fair, the voting was just, the voting was done!
And now we have to do it all over again.
Because remember: There can be only one.
One author claiming the first spot.
One author, master ir mistress of the Really Short Stuff.
One author, proud owner of The Trophy.
So please, read the finalists all over again.
And gracefully bestow your vote upon who you think should win.
(Or rudely slap it onto them, I don't mind.)
And bump me once in a while, ok?
The voting is on for three days. Then there's no turning back. All, including the winner, shall be revealed.
Cheerio!
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1. Dining out
Standing behind you, our eyes meet in the mirror before us. I watch your face as I glide my hands along your shoulders, down your arms, across the sides of your shirt, cupping your breasts. You breath in deeply, your back arching, pushing your breasts into my hands. I moan into your ear as my thumbs roll over your nipples. Through the thin material of your shirt, I feel them harden. I reach my left hand up and gently caress your neck, letting my fingernails dance over the skin, up to your chin, and down again as my right hand continues to slide along your shirt, caressing you, gliding down and spreading along your stomach.
As your eyes flicker, feeling my touch, you moan. I bend my head and place tiny kisses along your neck, pausing to nibble the skin here and there. Slowly, you turn around allowing me to slip your shirt off so I can continue feasting upon your body. Taking your nipple into my mouth, I gently tug on it, using my tongue to circle the hardened nub, my fingers skim the sides of your body, down along your thighs where I grab hold your skirt hem and roughly yank it up.
Without waiting, I kneel down and come face to face with your sex. Sticking my tongue out, I slowly flick at it, the tip of my tongue coming in contact with your engorged clit. I breath in, cold air spreading along the warmth of your mound. A finger dipped in deep confirms how wet you are, sliding further down I can feel it spreading along your lips. I glance up and see you watching us in the mirror, your hands cupping your breasts, tugging and pulling at your nipples, your eyes half closed. Slowly I spread the lips, running my fingers over your sensitive clit, rolling it slowly side to side. You arch your hips which pushes your clit toward my mouth, I hear you moan as I take it deep into my mouth.
Your hands become entangled in my hair as I start sucking your clit. “Yes....” I hear you whisper. “More!” You demand as your wetness floods my mouth. Your moans increase as my tongue laps at you with such abandon, enjoying you. Words whispered unintelligibly as your hips arch and buck with your approaching orgasm. I pause knowing how sensitive your clit is to the touch and you plead, “NO!.. don’t stop! Please!” You hold my head steady as your hips grind onto my lips then your body pauses, involuntarily shuddering. I smile against you, whispering... “You are delicious!”
I hear your sexy laugh as you tug at my hair, looking up at you, I see a smile before you bend your head back, taking a deep breath.
“So..." You start, "When you said we were eating at the Y, I guess this is what you meant?” and now it’s my turn to laugh.
“Yes, darling and next time, dinner’s on me...”
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2. First Job Interview
“So,” Ricco drew out the word with the kind of flair reserved for Mexican-Americans, “ju wanna job here.” Ricco eyed the gringo teeny-bopper with interest. She looked not a day over sixteen, and from his quick study of that innocent and nervous face, he saw opportunity. He leaned across his desk.
“Ju have no experience and no ref’rences,” he glanced down at her half-page resume. “Dis job world is tough. Lots of money for those who are smart, yes? Lots of heartbreaks for those who are stupid. Dis is reality, even in my place.” He watched her eyes fall to the skirt that covered her lap. Her hennaed bangs hid her girlish features as she was surely hiding her dismay.
“Dis what you thought ‘bout Ricco’s, no? Just because we are fast food? Never assume.” He paused. “But there’s potential in ju.” Her head jerked up. They were always at their best when first struggling to gain independence from their parents. Determined and scared and…vulnerable. Ricco leaned back in his chair.
“Wit a good job and reference on dis,” he motioned to the resume on his desk, “ju can do anything. Ju want good first experience, yes?” The young girl’s eyes were now wide with hope. Ricco continued, seeing all the signs he liked.
“I like ju. So…I will give ju first employment. Ju prove jerself and ju can go anywhere, or maybe I give ju a good raise.” He quirked a bushy black eyebrow at the expectant girl. “But dis comes with a price. How badly do ju want it?” When there was a pregnant pause, he prompted, “Badly?”
She nodded, but this time there was a slight hesitation. Ricco pushed, “Let’s be teacher and student. Ju do as I say, and I will show ju success.” When she nodded again, he leaned forward. “Now, prove to me dat ju want to learn.” He watched her eyes for wavering and only saw confusion amidst her determination.
“Move your dress up.” Her eyes got bigger if that was possible, and she hesitated. “Go on. Prove to me.” Her hands trembled as they picked her skirt up. Ricco’s eyes were glued to the pale silk skin of her virginal thighs. “More,” he prompted and was rewarded with the sight of soft pink panties.
He struggled to control his breathing now as he stood, his erection evident even beneath the pot belly. “I will pay ju well.”
It was like a switch was thrown. The skirt came down, and she stood. Her face, when Ricco glanced up in surprise, was set in hard, mature lines.
She spoke for the first time. “Ricco Fernandez, you are under arrest for solicitation of a minor, among other charges. You have the right –“
“Puta!” He would have slapped her or worse had his office door not opened to admit two large police officers.
The “girl” nodded to them and continued calmly, “You have the right to remain silent.”
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3. Desert Girl
I might not have noticed that cemetery in the desert, if I hadn’t slowed for the departing hearse. I parked, thinking the desolate place might make a photo for an amateur photojournalist.
A backhoe was filling in a grave. A young woman watched, then walked to a beat up car parked near mine. She wiped away the last of her tears.
Oblivious to me, she pulled a worn gym bag from the car, and stripped down to bra and panties. I had a moment to admire her. She was short and thin. Her breasts were full, and being young, defied gravity. Taking clothes from the bag, she transformed herself into a French fry wrangler for a major fast food chain.
Our eyes met. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks.” she tried to smile, “My mom.”
“Dad?”
She just shook her head.
“What now?”
She gestured at her uniform. “A lifetime of ‘Would you like fries with that?’” There are no other jobs here.”
“Why not get in your car and go somewhere?” That’s what I was doing. I was bound for the beach, and girls on beaches. I was leaving behind a small town life of my own in Missouri.
“Not my car. My uncles. On loan. He expects a blow job in exchange. Not going to happen.” Her language was as sparse as her life options.
“I’m going to San Diego.” We looked at each other for the longest moment.
“Come with me.” I added.
It was preposterous, but she said yes.
“We can go right now.” she told me pulling a garbage bag out of the trunk. “All my clothes are here. My mother’s boyfriend kicked me out today.”
She changed back to her own clothes as I drove to the Interstate. We found a phone and she left a message for her uncle saying she was moving, and where he could find his car.
“I’m Jamie.” she told me.
The next morning in an El Paso motel, I was pleased she and my wallet were there. I was fairly sure they would. She’d stayed in her bed, and I’d stayed in mine. The latter surprised her. And to her surprise, disappointed her.
I expected remorse at her own impulsiveness that morning; I was prepared to drive her back home. Instead, she was eager and excited and almost happy.
I was about done with my shower when the door opened and Jamie stepped in. “You don’t have to...” but her mouth covered mine, silencing me. As her tongue sought mine, her hand and the soap worked my cock.
“After death, I need to feel alive.” I picked her up and buried my cock in her and fucked her slowly against the shower wall. “I’m yours anytime until we reach San Diego, then you have to woo me.” she said smiling for the first time.
I made the trip last two more days than necessary. It’s been thirty five years since that morning in 1971. I’m still wooing her.
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4. Freezer Burn
“It’s cold. Hold me?”
“As you wish…”
“Silly man. I love you too. Just hold me tight. I love the way our breath mingles in the air when we can see it like this. Kiss me now.”
I do as she wishes, the heat of her mouth such a contrast to the chill air on my face. Her soft tongue flicking over my hard teeth, the thrill and the memories making something else hard as well.
“Oh, do you like that, baby? I like the way it feels too…the air feels so sharp when our lips part. I wonder how that would feel elsewhere?”
She doesn’t warn me, just drops to her knees, and pulls down my zipper. She reaches inside and pulls my boxers aside. The cold air is shocking on that area, and the warm, moist heat of her mouth is ecstasy. She hums her enjoyment of my reaction and I gasp, the chill of the inrushing air making me aware of the depths of my lungs.
As she pulls back the difference between inside her mouth and outside of it is deliciously shocking, and I am helpless to prevent her indulgence, despite the danger of it. I want to tell her we must wait for tonight, but I can’t speak such blasphemous words.
She releases me from my prison of propriety with an audible, wet pop, and I mourn my parole. She tucks me back in, and pulls the zipper up as she stands.
“We better get back. We’ll continue this later lover boy. Grab what you came for…”
Reluctantly, I turn and pick up the box of frozen hamburger patties, then turn and stare at her ass as she bends over for a box of French fries to run back to the fryer.
“The guys on the grill are going to wonder what took so long …”
“So tell them the boss was giving you head in the freezer, I dare you. Gonna stay and close up with me?”
“Yes Ma’am!”
She smiles as she opens the freezer door and walks out. I take a moment to compose myself before following.
And everybody wonders why I love a job working fast food….
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5. Bumblefuck Cat Toss
The last time I worked in a restaurant, it was a truck stop in Bumblefuck, Ohio. They sold a lot of hamburgers. And I do mean a lot - part of my job as prep cook was to take twenty pound blocks of ground beef and turn them into piles of quarter pound patties. I had to do this damn near daily, and I had to do it quickly. There were other tasks to be accomplished, ya know? So I'd often make a mess of things and end up leaving at the end of the day, worn out and conquered by the food, with scraps of meat clinging to the tread of my boots. My roommate's kittens loved me. They'd curl themselves around my boots, kicking and fighting to pick out the tiny bits of beef. Thinking back, that was pretty disgusting. But the cats were happy.
One night, I'd just gotten home from work and needed a drink before I hopped in the shower. I plopped down at the computer to check my email while I sucked on a beer. As luck would have it, that's when the phone rang. My girlfriend was still saving cash to move out to Bumblefuck and had her final semester of school to finish. We hadn't had a chance to talk in a few days, so I answered the phone hoping it would be her.
"Hello?"
"Hey baby, how was work?"
"The usual. I'm tired and smell a bit like a slaughterhouse."
She giggled.
"And how's school going?"
"Exams are over. We're going to the bar tonight."
"Oh yeah? What are you wearing?"
I couldn't help myself. We didn't usually resort to phone sex, but somehow it seemed appropriate as I sat there, beer in hand and a kitten suckling the sole of each boot.
She described the outfit - corset, short skirt, fuck me boots. I'd seen her wear all of them, so it was easy to picture what she looked like just then. I told her how I was touching myself, and it sounded like she was getting into it. Before long, most of her side of the conversation had been whittled down to grunts and moans.
Apparently, one of the kittens got excited about my hand moving around in my lap. It jumped up, latching onto my fingers with its pointy little claws.
"Oh, fuck! Get off of me!"
I flung around wildly, trying to disengage the tiny terrorist. Meanwhile, its sibling had decided to join in the fun and climbed up my leg for a better vantage point of the Bumblefuck Cat Toss. My girlfriend had snapped out of sexy mode and was trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
"Cat claws. Oh shit!"
Just then, my roommate walked into the room. I was mortified, with my equipment exposed and a kitten in my lap.
"What the fuck are you doing with my cats? Dude, that's just wrong."
I ended up having to find a new roommate, and my girl stopped answering my calls. At least I still had a job.
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6. Fries?
“Remind you of anyone?” Kathy said, holding up a fry.
Bethany looked over, “Shut up.”
“No?” Kathy’s eyes gleamed as she held up another smaller fry. “Better?”
Kathy was referring to Bethany’s new boyfriend. He was handsome, captain of the football team and, at least according to rumor, very lightly endowed. “Bitch.” She muttered under her breath. Aloud she said, “It’s not like you’d know anything about that anyway.”
Kathy was the only lesbian girl in the senior class and made no effort to hide it, in fact she reveled in it.
A beep from the headset Bethany was wearing told her that there was a customer at the drive thru. She took the order and got the drinks while Kathy filled the rest of the order. When the car drove off she looked back to Kathy.
For some reason she felt the need to defend her boyfriend and said, “Well, it seems to work fine on me.”
Kathy sniffed, “That’s just because you don’t know what it can really be like.”
“Oh, and I suppose you do?”
Kathy smirked, “You have no idea.”
Bethany had always felt a secret curiosity about lesbian sex and in a burst of daring blurted, “Prove it!”
Kathy’s wickedly predatory smile suddenly made Bethany feel like an entrée. Kathy stepped up and embraced her. Their lips met and Bethany was surprised at how soft her lips felt, much different from a man’s kiss. She let out an involuntary moan as Kathy’s hands trailed down her back and over her ass. She was surprised and more than a little alarmed by how fast her body was responding to another woman.
She let out a little whimper as Kathy’s hands expertly unbuttoned her pants and pushed them slowly down. She felt terribly exposed and was glad that the drive thru was the only part of the restaurant that was open.
Kathy leaned back against the register as Kathy dropped to her knees in front of her. “Oh God…” she moaned as Kathy pulled her panties down.
A startled yelp of surprise escaped her as Kathy’s tongue made contact with her clit. The yelp turned to loud moaning as Kathy’s talented tongue explored further.
At first she didn’t notice the beep in her ear but after a moment she realized that they had a customer.
“Can… can I… I help you?” She managed.
“Two large Cokes.”
“Um… ah… ok. Ah, drive up.” She managed to get out.
Reaching back she got the sodas and turned to the window to give them to the customer, glad Kathy was out of sight below the counter. Handing the sodas out the window she said, “On the… the… house.” Without waiting for an answer she leaned back over the register as her climax tore through her. She cried out with the startling assault of the intense pleasure that was unlike anything she had ever felt.
Kathy stood up and kissed her, “So?”
Bethany, still dazed said, “No more fries for me.”
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The voting was fair, the voting was just, the voting was done!
And now we have to do it all over again.
Because remember: There can be only one.
One author claiming the first spot.
One author, master ir mistress of the Really Short Stuff.
One author, proud owner of The Trophy.
So please, read the finalists all over again.
And gracefully bestow your vote upon who you think should win.
(Or rudely slap it onto them, I don't mind.)
And bump me once in a while, ok?
The voting is on for three days. Then there's no turning back. All, including the winner, shall be revealed.
Cheerio!
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1. Dining out
Standing behind you, our eyes meet in the mirror before us. I watch your face as I glide my hands along your shoulders, down your arms, across the sides of your shirt, cupping your breasts. You breath in deeply, your back arching, pushing your breasts into my hands. I moan into your ear as my thumbs roll over your nipples. Through the thin material of your shirt, I feel them harden. I reach my left hand up and gently caress your neck, letting my fingernails dance over the skin, up to your chin, and down again as my right hand continues to slide along your shirt, caressing you, gliding down and spreading along your stomach.
As your eyes flicker, feeling my touch, you moan. I bend my head and place tiny kisses along your neck, pausing to nibble the skin here and there. Slowly, you turn around allowing me to slip your shirt off so I can continue feasting upon your body. Taking your nipple into my mouth, I gently tug on it, using my tongue to circle the hardened nub, my fingers skim the sides of your body, down along your thighs where I grab hold your skirt hem and roughly yank it up.
Without waiting, I kneel down and come face to face with your sex. Sticking my tongue out, I slowly flick at it, the tip of my tongue coming in contact with your engorged clit. I breath in, cold air spreading along the warmth of your mound. A finger dipped in deep confirms how wet you are, sliding further down I can feel it spreading along your lips. I glance up and see you watching us in the mirror, your hands cupping your breasts, tugging and pulling at your nipples, your eyes half closed. Slowly I spread the lips, running my fingers over your sensitive clit, rolling it slowly side to side. You arch your hips which pushes your clit toward my mouth, I hear you moan as I take it deep into my mouth.
Your hands become entangled in my hair as I start sucking your clit. “Yes....” I hear you whisper. “More!” You demand as your wetness floods my mouth. Your moans increase as my tongue laps at you with such abandon, enjoying you. Words whispered unintelligibly as your hips arch and buck with your approaching orgasm. I pause knowing how sensitive your clit is to the touch and you plead, “NO!.. don’t stop! Please!” You hold my head steady as your hips grind onto my lips then your body pauses, involuntarily shuddering. I smile against you, whispering... “You are delicious!”
I hear your sexy laugh as you tug at my hair, looking up at you, I see a smile before you bend your head back, taking a deep breath.
“So..." You start, "When you said we were eating at the Y, I guess this is what you meant?” and now it’s my turn to laugh.
“Yes, darling and next time, dinner’s on me...”
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2. First Job Interview
“So,” Ricco drew out the word with the kind of flair reserved for Mexican-Americans, “ju wanna job here.” Ricco eyed the gringo teeny-bopper with interest. She looked not a day over sixteen, and from his quick study of that innocent and nervous face, he saw opportunity. He leaned across his desk.
“Ju have no experience and no ref’rences,” he glanced down at her half-page resume. “Dis job world is tough. Lots of money for those who are smart, yes? Lots of heartbreaks for those who are stupid. Dis is reality, even in my place.” He watched her eyes fall to the skirt that covered her lap. Her hennaed bangs hid her girlish features as she was surely hiding her dismay.
“Dis what you thought ‘bout Ricco’s, no? Just because we are fast food? Never assume.” He paused. “But there’s potential in ju.” Her head jerked up. They were always at their best when first struggling to gain independence from their parents. Determined and scared and…vulnerable. Ricco leaned back in his chair.
“Wit a good job and reference on dis,” he motioned to the resume on his desk, “ju can do anything. Ju want good first experience, yes?” The young girl’s eyes were now wide with hope. Ricco continued, seeing all the signs he liked.
“I like ju. So…I will give ju first employment. Ju prove jerself and ju can go anywhere, or maybe I give ju a good raise.” He quirked a bushy black eyebrow at the expectant girl. “But dis comes with a price. How badly do ju want it?” When there was a pregnant pause, he prompted, “Badly?”
She nodded, but this time there was a slight hesitation. Ricco pushed, “Let’s be teacher and student. Ju do as I say, and I will show ju success.” When she nodded again, he leaned forward. “Now, prove to me dat ju want to learn.” He watched her eyes for wavering and only saw confusion amidst her determination.
“Move your dress up.” Her eyes got bigger if that was possible, and she hesitated. “Go on. Prove to me.” Her hands trembled as they picked her skirt up. Ricco’s eyes were glued to the pale silk skin of her virginal thighs. “More,” he prompted and was rewarded with the sight of soft pink panties.
He struggled to control his breathing now as he stood, his erection evident even beneath the pot belly. “I will pay ju well.”
It was like a switch was thrown. The skirt came down, and she stood. Her face, when Ricco glanced up in surprise, was set in hard, mature lines.
She spoke for the first time. “Ricco Fernandez, you are under arrest for solicitation of a minor, among other charges. You have the right –“
“Puta!” He would have slapped her or worse had his office door not opened to admit two large police officers.
The “girl” nodded to them and continued calmly, “You have the right to remain silent.”
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3. Desert Girl
I might not have noticed that cemetery in the desert, if I hadn’t slowed for the departing hearse. I parked, thinking the desolate place might make a photo for an amateur photojournalist.
A backhoe was filling in a grave. A young woman watched, then walked to a beat up car parked near mine. She wiped away the last of her tears.
Oblivious to me, she pulled a worn gym bag from the car, and stripped down to bra and panties. I had a moment to admire her. She was short and thin. Her breasts were full, and being young, defied gravity. Taking clothes from the bag, she transformed herself into a French fry wrangler for a major fast food chain.
Our eyes met. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks.” she tried to smile, “My mom.”
“Dad?”
She just shook her head.
“What now?”
She gestured at her uniform. “A lifetime of ‘Would you like fries with that?’” There are no other jobs here.”
“Why not get in your car and go somewhere?” That’s what I was doing. I was bound for the beach, and girls on beaches. I was leaving behind a small town life of my own in Missouri.
“Not my car. My uncles. On loan. He expects a blow job in exchange. Not going to happen.” Her language was as sparse as her life options.
“I’m going to San Diego.” We looked at each other for the longest moment.
“Come with me.” I added.
It was preposterous, but she said yes.
“We can go right now.” she told me pulling a garbage bag out of the trunk. “All my clothes are here. My mother’s boyfriend kicked me out today.”
She changed back to her own clothes as I drove to the Interstate. We found a phone and she left a message for her uncle saying she was moving, and where he could find his car.
“I’m Jamie.” she told me.
The next morning in an El Paso motel, I was pleased she and my wallet were there. I was fairly sure they would. She’d stayed in her bed, and I’d stayed in mine. The latter surprised her. And to her surprise, disappointed her.
I expected remorse at her own impulsiveness that morning; I was prepared to drive her back home. Instead, she was eager and excited and almost happy.
I was about done with my shower when the door opened and Jamie stepped in. “You don’t have to...” but her mouth covered mine, silencing me. As her tongue sought mine, her hand and the soap worked my cock.
“After death, I need to feel alive.” I picked her up and buried my cock in her and fucked her slowly against the shower wall. “I’m yours anytime until we reach San Diego, then you have to woo me.” she said smiling for the first time.
I made the trip last two more days than necessary. It’s been thirty five years since that morning in 1971. I’m still wooing her.
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4. Freezer Burn
“It’s cold. Hold me?”
“As you wish…”
“Silly man. I love you too. Just hold me tight. I love the way our breath mingles in the air when we can see it like this. Kiss me now.”
I do as she wishes, the heat of her mouth such a contrast to the chill air on my face. Her soft tongue flicking over my hard teeth, the thrill and the memories making something else hard as well.
“Oh, do you like that, baby? I like the way it feels too…the air feels so sharp when our lips part. I wonder how that would feel elsewhere?”
She doesn’t warn me, just drops to her knees, and pulls down my zipper. She reaches inside and pulls my boxers aside. The cold air is shocking on that area, and the warm, moist heat of her mouth is ecstasy. She hums her enjoyment of my reaction and I gasp, the chill of the inrushing air making me aware of the depths of my lungs.
As she pulls back the difference between inside her mouth and outside of it is deliciously shocking, and I am helpless to prevent her indulgence, despite the danger of it. I want to tell her we must wait for tonight, but I can’t speak such blasphemous words.
She releases me from my prison of propriety with an audible, wet pop, and I mourn my parole. She tucks me back in, and pulls the zipper up as she stands.
“We better get back. We’ll continue this later lover boy. Grab what you came for…”
Reluctantly, I turn and pick up the box of frozen hamburger patties, then turn and stare at her ass as she bends over for a box of French fries to run back to the fryer.
“The guys on the grill are going to wonder what took so long …”
“So tell them the boss was giving you head in the freezer, I dare you. Gonna stay and close up with me?”
“Yes Ma’am!”
She smiles as she opens the freezer door and walks out. I take a moment to compose myself before following.
And everybody wonders why I love a job working fast food….
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5. Bumblefuck Cat Toss
The last time I worked in a restaurant, it was a truck stop in Bumblefuck, Ohio. They sold a lot of hamburgers. And I do mean a lot - part of my job as prep cook was to take twenty pound blocks of ground beef and turn them into piles of quarter pound patties. I had to do this damn near daily, and I had to do it quickly. There were other tasks to be accomplished, ya know? So I'd often make a mess of things and end up leaving at the end of the day, worn out and conquered by the food, with scraps of meat clinging to the tread of my boots. My roommate's kittens loved me. They'd curl themselves around my boots, kicking and fighting to pick out the tiny bits of beef. Thinking back, that was pretty disgusting. But the cats were happy.
One night, I'd just gotten home from work and needed a drink before I hopped in the shower. I plopped down at the computer to check my email while I sucked on a beer. As luck would have it, that's when the phone rang. My girlfriend was still saving cash to move out to Bumblefuck and had her final semester of school to finish. We hadn't had a chance to talk in a few days, so I answered the phone hoping it would be her.
"Hello?"
"Hey baby, how was work?"
"The usual. I'm tired and smell a bit like a slaughterhouse."
She giggled.
"And how's school going?"
"Exams are over. We're going to the bar tonight."
"Oh yeah? What are you wearing?"
I couldn't help myself. We didn't usually resort to phone sex, but somehow it seemed appropriate as I sat there, beer in hand and a kitten suckling the sole of each boot.
She described the outfit - corset, short skirt, fuck me boots. I'd seen her wear all of them, so it was easy to picture what she looked like just then. I told her how I was touching myself, and it sounded like she was getting into it. Before long, most of her side of the conversation had been whittled down to grunts and moans.
Apparently, one of the kittens got excited about my hand moving around in my lap. It jumped up, latching onto my fingers with its pointy little claws.
"Oh, fuck! Get off of me!"
I flung around wildly, trying to disengage the tiny terrorist. Meanwhile, its sibling had decided to join in the fun and climbed up my leg for a better vantage point of the Bumblefuck Cat Toss. My girlfriend had snapped out of sexy mode and was trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
"Cat claws. Oh shit!"
Just then, my roommate walked into the room. I was mortified, with my equipment exposed and a kitten in my lap.
"What the fuck are you doing with my cats? Dude, that's just wrong."
I ended up having to find a new roommate, and my girl stopped answering my calls. At least I still had a job.
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6. Fries?
“Remind you of anyone?” Kathy said, holding up a fry.
Bethany looked over, “Shut up.”
“No?” Kathy’s eyes gleamed as she held up another smaller fry. “Better?”
Kathy was referring to Bethany’s new boyfriend. He was handsome, captain of the football team and, at least according to rumor, very lightly endowed. “Bitch.” She muttered under her breath. Aloud she said, “It’s not like you’d know anything about that anyway.”
Kathy was the only lesbian girl in the senior class and made no effort to hide it, in fact she reveled in it.
A beep from the headset Bethany was wearing told her that there was a customer at the drive thru. She took the order and got the drinks while Kathy filled the rest of the order. When the car drove off she looked back to Kathy.
For some reason she felt the need to defend her boyfriend and said, “Well, it seems to work fine on me.”
Kathy sniffed, “That’s just because you don’t know what it can really be like.”
“Oh, and I suppose you do?”
Kathy smirked, “You have no idea.”
Bethany had always felt a secret curiosity about lesbian sex and in a burst of daring blurted, “Prove it!”
Kathy’s wickedly predatory smile suddenly made Bethany feel like an entrée. Kathy stepped up and embraced her. Their lips met and Bethany was surprised at how soft her lips felt, much different from a man’s kiss. She let out an involuntary moan as Kathy’s hands trailed down her back and over her ass. She was surprised and more than a little alarmed by how fast her body was responding to another woman.
She let out a little whimper as Kathy’s hands expertly unbuttoned her pants and pushed them slowly down. She felt terribly exposed and was glad that the drive thru was the only part of the restaurant that was open.
Kathy leaned back against the register as Kathy dropped to her knees in front of her. “Oh God…” she moaned as Kathy pulled her panties down.
A startled yelp of surprise escaped her as Kathy’s tongue made contact with her clit. The yelp turned to loud moaning as Kathy’s talented tongue explored further.
At first she didn’t notice the beep in her ear but after a moment she realized that they had a customer.
“Can… can I… I help you?” She managed.
“Two large Cokes.”
“Um… ah… ok. Ah, drive up.” She managed to get out.
Reaching back she got the sodas and turned to the window to give them to the customer, glad Kathy was out of sight below the counter. Handing the sodas out the window she said, “On the… the… house.” Without waiting for an answer she leaned back over the register as her climax tore through her. She cried out with the startling assault of the intense pleasure that was unlike anything she had ever felt.
Kathy stood up and kissed her, “So?”
Bethany, still dazed said, “No more fries for me.”
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