Nobody under 18 in sex situations.
Any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental, this is pure fiction. Dont bring too much reality to this story. It's fantasy, quite tongue in cheek. It's all for fun. I can't seem to find an editor willing to help with my warped style, so if you find egregious errors, dont tell me unless you want to be my editor. Please be civil in your comments.
Tie On The Door
I met this cute girl at the student union. I was reading about the great potato famine in Ireland when suddenly there was a person standing in front of me, looking at my face. Her face was in my personal space, but shit, she was extremely good looking, and gazing deep into my eyes. We locked eyes for a moment.
"Roger? Roger Waxman?"
"It's Wexman, yes I am Roger. My friends call me Rod. And you are?" She was truly gorgeous. She looked like she could grace the cover of a magazine. She had movie star looks, with plump red lips and an incredibly sexy body, with big bosoms and nice fat ass! Wow. She was incredibly sexy.
"Maria Ferrari. Don't think that because I have a fast name that I'm a fast girl. I like to take things slow in a serious relationship." She was such a beautiful buxom young woman. She looked like she might be Hispanic or Italian. Well with a name like Ferrari it was a good bet she was not Irish. She smiled a million dollar smile at me. She had the face of an angel. She looked so fantastic. Her skin, while porcelain in quality, had a faint olive quality about it. Her complexion was flawless.
"I promise not to discuss baby names after only knowing you for only thirty seconds. You are so beautiful Maria. But I suppose you hear that all the time." Maria was unbelievably gorgeous. Her and my eyes locked several more times. They seemed like jewels to me. Her shiny brown eyes were almost hypnotic, as we gazed at one another. We couldn't stop staring into each other's eyes, not for even a second. Sorta strange, don't you think? She seemed to look into me, if that makes any sense. I know, that's just crazy, but I felt that way nonetheless.
Maria had shiny jet black hair, cascading down in gentle curls onto her shoulders. She was wearing a college logo sweatshirt that could not conceal her voluminous breasts. She had a tiny waist, and a fat rear end that got my motor running. Her eyes were dark brown, and I could get lost in them easily. I was somewhat transfixed by her intense gaze. Wow. Maria seemed to look deep into my soul. We were both transfixed by the other, which felt weird, but wonderful too. We locked eyes and it felt like electricity passed between us. Crazy huh?
"I have heard it once or twice, but it's still nice to hear. You are very handsome yourself Roger. Or would you prefer I call you Rod?"
"Maria, you may call me anything you like. Would you like to go out on Friday night? There's a concert down by the river, and there is a nice place to dance."
"I thought you'd never ask! Here is my address and phone number." She handed me her phone, I punched in my number and called myself, and texted myself the other stuff. My phone rang. I sent her back my own info.
"Done," I stood up and grabbed my coffee. I stood six four to her five five. I scrunched down and kissed her cheek. "It really was my pleasure meeting you Maria. I look forward to Friday." I said so nobody else could hear. She turned and kissed me with her plump, full lips. Oh this girl could kiss. I think my toes curled. Wow.
"Oh, the pleasure was all mine!" Maria said, but really it was my pleasure entirely. She hugged me and her huge breasts squooshed into my chest as she squeezed me for a second or two. She felt so exquisite to me. I had just met this girl, but I wanted her very badly. Crazy huh?
"I gotta go make some money." I said.
"What do you do? Besides college I mean," Maria asked.
"I work for my dad. He's a stone mason. He trained me as well. We play with rocks!" She kissed me one last time. She waved goodbye. Her smile could melt steel.
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On another day a few weeks later:
I jumped on my bike and started it up, before long I was on the freeway headed to my dad's jobsite. I traded my ball cap for a hard hat, and steeltip workboots replaced my sneakers. Gotta make some money. Besides that, I do enjoy my job, even how difficult it is. When you were done with a job, there was a real feeling of true accomplishment.
My father was barking out orders when I got there. My dad is all business at work. He is a hard ass. He's like an iron fist in a stainless steel glove. I'm lucky he loves me, or he might kill me, just from the looks that kill!
But one thing, he made damn sure I knew everything about masonry, backwards and forwards. I would be in charge of the business one day, and he was grooming me to that end. He took no damn excuses, ever! But if you were totally honest, then he yelled, then it was over, just like that. He held no grudges. He was angry for three minutes tops.
"Roger Alan Wexman, you're late!" He was very annoyed with me. That's why he used my full name. The people across the street could have heard him. Yeah, he was a wee bit ticked off.
"Sorry I'm late Dad. Traffic. I could have walked here faster."
"Ok, well, you're here now. You gonna work or what?" He growled.
"What do you need Dad?"
"Could you parge that wall over there? Be careful of the damned azaleas or the homeowner will kill us."
