It was shortly after I graduated high school that I took a job at a local hardware store. I worked there for three years, and this is only one of my exploits while I was there.
Pam, my co-worker, a few years older than I, was married to an asshole; that is what my co-workers described him as.
As time progressed, Pam and I became close friends during our work day, and during lunch breaks. On several occasions Pam would join the "after work group" as we gathered for drinks at the local bar. She was a petite girl with perky tits and a squeaky voice and very tight ass. We got to know each other rather well within a few months. During one occasion while we were out with our friends from work she asked me an odd question, which I thought was a joke.
"Do you know how to drive a stick?" she asked. I just looked at her with glazed eyes as a deer in the headlights would look. I had heard this joke before from other's that had been in the military. Then Pam continued, "If so would you teach me how to drive a stick shift car?"
She had caught me off guard at first; then I thought for a sec and replied, "That would be easy!"
She went on to explain that her husband could not teach her because he was just rude to her when she drove and had no patience. So I agreed to help her and since her husband worked nights made it easy for me to give her driving lessons.
I met her at her apartment and we took her husband's car, it was a plain P.O.S. ("Piece of shit") type car. I drove first so I could get the feel of the car to help instruct her better as we drove. When I had the feel of the car I told her to put her hand on mine as I shifted to allow her to feel the gears and shift pattern. Even though she knew the basics, she lacked the smoothness of clutch and shift.
I walked her through clutch, shift, gas pedal, until she got the idea, and until I felt she was ready.
I pulled over and we switched seats. Even though she was nervous she did fine; one engine stall, a few gear grinds, and tire spins from clutch slip, but other than that, she did fine for the first time. As our driving lessons progressed Pam and I became closer as friends. We went driving all the time mostly at night when we got off work.
A few weeks later, Pam told me her husband was going on a fishing trip in two weeks and would be gone from Friday to Monday, and she would have the car all weekend which worked out perfect for us to practice driving.
Pam and my work hours were the same that weekend, and I was not sure if it was coincidence or she worked it out to be so, but either way it worked out. After work Thursday night she asked me to go driving with her. We got off work at 9 o'clock and I followed her to her place, Pam invited me in. I was a bit nervous knowing she was married, yet she made me feel at ease, and I knew her husband worked nights. Pam walked to the kitchen, as I stood in the living room. Pam was back in a second tossing me a beer, not giving any thought I popped the top and took a big gulp as Pam did the same before heading upstairs to change. I made myself comfortable on the couch and worked on my beer. It was not long until Pam came back down stairs and said, "Ready?"
I finished the beer quickly and we were off. Pam did all the driving, now that she was really getting quite good. After driving around for two hours we decided to go to a bar close to her place for a beer. We had a good time drinking and playing pool; all the time talking and really enjoying ourselves. Come closing time we left to go to her place where she invited me in for one more beer. We both had one more beer while we laughed and talked of work, but then it was time for me to go home. Pam thanked me as always for the driving lessons, and gave me a big hug. I naturally returned the hug.
As she stepped back she gave me a quick kiss on the lips saying, "Goodnight," as she stepped away.
"Goodnight." Was all could say, and walked away. I wanted to tell her how she made me tingle when she kissed me and that I wanted more, but she was married so I just walked off to my car and headed home.
Come Friday we both worked the late shift and went to the bar with the crew from work after closing. Everyone had something to eat and lots of drinks until it was closing time at the bar, at which point everyone went their separate ways. Pam and I only lived a few blocks away from each other so it was not odd that I followed her as we left the bar. Pam pulled into her apartment complex and I followed her to her place. I had intended on going home but my car had a mind of its own and turned in also.
As we parked and I got out and stood by my car door making an excuse saying, "I just wanted to see that you got home safe."
"That's so sweet of you, do you have time for one more beer?" she said.
As we walked into her apartment, Pam tossed her keys into a tray near the door saying, "The beers in the fridge grab one for me too!"
Pam went upstairs to pee, I know because when I heard the toilet flush it made me want to go also. It seemed like forever until Pam came back down the steps, by this time I was ready to piss myself I brushed passed her while saying, "May I?", heading up the steps.