I worked with Michelle at Busch Gardens. She had a tomboy look. Short, brown hair. A tight little body and a perverse mind. She came from a weird family. I won't go into much detail but years later she told me that she had a live-in girlfriend for three years. They broke up and the girl moved in with Michelle's brother.
"Sloppy seconds!" She said laughing. When I told her she should've told me she liked pussy back then she asked me, "Well, does your wife mind if we fuck you together now?"
Michelle always told me that her sister was ac/dc. "Not me though! Never me! I don't swing that way!"
Girls always had this impression of me that I was a prototypical church boy. I'd preach to them about their sins or some shit like that.
I'd always encourage girls to become more than some guy's appendage. To study. Improve themselves, etc. I cared about them as people not as objects.
She came from New York where she and her sister had been strippers. In my mind I saw the truth: Michelle's first lesbian experience was with her older sister. Which made me want to meet her sister!
We flirted at work but Michelle had a live-in boyfriend. And you know what? I was a jerk at that time and I didn't give two shits. I wanted to fuck her and then see him picking her up for lunch and knowing, "Yeah, I nailed your woman!"
I had a dream that I was fucking Michelle in my shower. I told her about it in front of all the girls. Their eyes widened at my boldness. Michelle blushed and after I left the room she told the girls, "Fuck, I could use a good affair!"
What I loved about Michelle was that she was an easy whore. She had a tattoo of a teddy bear near her pubic area that she told me about one day outside the parking lot. She said, "Maybe I'll show it to you real soon."
"I'd love to see whatever you'd want to show me." I said. And I meant it. She was dressed in a short cut shirt showing her stomach and belly rings. With tight jeans on. I kept imagining her bouncing on my cock.
I had a girlfriend at the time. Her name was Christa. Actually, Christa was married and had another boyfriend. I hadn't fucked Christa but she felt that she owned me. And at the office there was a game going on: Who can fuck Nick first?
Michelle loved knowing that Christa got mad at her bending over the passenger window and talking about her teddy bear.
"What the fuck did she want?" Christa asked.
"Oh nothing. You know how Michelle is." I said.