Part 2 of 3
That associate's degree in accounting finally paid off. Ten months after graduating from this Junior College, just about the same time I finished paying off the tuition for all my classes, I got a response to one of the resumes I'd mailed out. It was all the way down in Macon, Georgia, but it was about twice what I was making at this package store. I put in my two weeks' notice and actually smiled for the first time in a long time as I went to work.
My last Saturday there, this really cute girl rolled in. That's about the best way to put it. She was a roly-poly girl, probably about five by five. Those titties of hers were phenomenal, just bouncing and jiggling in her stretchy leotard top. Personally, I think Pat Benatar sucks, sucks big greasy donkey dick, but I would pound her ass like a bass drum at a Led Zeppelin concert as she skips around in her leotard. This girl hand on a black long sleeved leotard and did not have on a bra; those big nipples were staring right at me as I watched her walking around. Her ass was displayed to perfection in a pair of denim shorts, two basketballs just rocking back and forth as she walked on ridiculous high heels.
Her face was exceptionally pretty too as she smiled at me. Long brown hair, round face, big brown eyes and tiny button nose.
"Hi," she chirped in this breathy little voice.
"Hi," I agreed as she put a bottle of bourbon onto the counter.
Then she told me the same old story that countless other eighteen year old kids have tried; she forgot her ID, but she was twenty one years old. She'd be happy bring it in tomorrow and show me.
I reminded her we were closed tomorrow. Then I leaned over; I'm six five and I towered over this cute little bubble butt. I told her I wouldn't sell her any booze, but if she asked real nice, I'd get it for her and we'd go back to my place and have us a party.
"It okay my friend comes too?" she asked, even putting her hand on mine.
I agreed, even though I'd already been burned once by another cute girl. She'd asked if her friend Terry could join us and I had thought Terry was a girl. Turned out Terry was a guy. By end of the night, I turned Terry out; made him a cock sucking fag, but he was still a guy.
I watched as Roly-poly went outside and waved at someone standing by the edge of the building. I couldn't see anyone; they were right outside of the light. Roly-poly waved again, this time a little more urgently and another meatball with arms came and waddled up to her friend. She was a little taller than the first girl, and a little heavier. Her tee shirt could barely hold her titties in and her jeans looked ready to quit trying hold that ass. When Roly-poly pointed through the glass door at me, Blimpy turned and looked at me. She was a real cutie-pie, with short brown hair, sweet round face and button nose and button mouth. Her big blue eyes opened real wide; I'm six five and my short sleeved shirt showed off my muscles.
Blimpy and Roly-poly had an urgent whispering and giggling conversation and Blimpy gave Roly-poly a kiss on her mouth and skipped out of my line of sight again. Twenty minutes later, I rang up the fifth of bourbon and a fifth of gin, then shut everything down. I nodded to Roly-poly and she smiled that beautiful smile at me.
Roly-poly's name was Juanita; she said she had some Mexican blood in her. Blimpy's name was Wilma, yeah, just don't call her Wilma Flintstone. She hates that.
At my trailer, I had them sit on my couch. Wilma and Juanita sat and whispered and giggled and whispered some more; just like they'd done whole ride from liquor store to trailer. I dug out my second to last Orange Crush orange soda, then seen a can of diet orange soda. Well, both these girls looked like a diet soda wouldn't hurt them a bit.
I almost dropped the three glasses; Juanita and Wilma were making out when I came back in the living room. Not just kind of kissing, but arms wrapped around each other, boobs mashed up against boobs, tongues jammed into each other's mouths.
Wilma blushed a little, but Juanita gave me this big smile. I smiled and I handed them their drinks. They drank about half the drink in one big swallow then smiled big.
Juanita patted the couch between them and told me I needed sit between them. I did and they both leaned up against me. Juanita pulled me down and gave me a wet kiss, then wormed her fat little tongue into my mouth. I almost jumped when I felt Wilma's hand on my cock. I mean, she went right for it. While Juanita and I kissed, Wilma played with my dick through my jeans.
Juanita pulled away and took a giant gulp of her drink and Wilma and I started making out. I heard Juanita saying something about 'fucking snaps' but I thought she was talking about Schnapps, you know, the liqueur. I did have a bottle of peppermint Schnapps but I'd already packed it away.
Wilma was still rubbing my schlong while we kissed. Then I felt Juanita's hand at my cock and Wilma moved her hand off and Juanita rubbed my cock and then unzipped my pants.
That girl didn't lose one minute, you hear? Minute my cock was out in the open, she sank her mouth down and just started sucking like her life depended on getting my cock cream churned out my balls.
