General Warning: This story is a work of fiction. Although the cities are real the locations and characters and situations are completely made up. Also, all characters in sexually explicit scenes are 18 or older.
Chapter 3- A Destiny I Never Wanted
January 5, 1999-
My name is Elizabeth Gallagher but everyone calls me Beth. I work as a barista at a drive-thru coffee chain with my best friend Sukie Peterson. The name of the place is 'Naked Coffee'. It's a fun job where I get to see friends and family on an almost daily basis, and Sukie is a riot to work with. Every day is an adventure, but here lately, Sukie has been taking it to a whole new level.
"So, Beth," Sukie purred as she made espressos for Justine Waverly and her car group, "When are you going to get a car?"
"What?" I cried in mock pain and held my hands to my chest as if wounded, "Are you saying you don't want to pick me up anymore? You don't want to be my--ride?"
"Maybe if you gave me a little ride from time to time I could find the motivation to keep going," Sukie teased naughtily while ostentatiously ogling me up and down, "Or, if not me, you could give a few guys a little ride. Maybe suck a little head. Maybe convince some guy it would be in his best interest to buy you a car. You know, have a little side hustle. Something your mom doesn't need to know about. Something just between you and a guy, or maybe a few select guys. I know you had more than a few boyfriends in school. Even a couple of teachers looking to fuck that fine ass of yours. You never told me, did that actually happen, or not?"
"I'm graduating, aren't I?" I laughed, enjoying the naughty inference and the excited gleam in Sukie's eyes while neither confirming nor denying that I may have dated the guidance counselor, or fucked my Advanced English and Creative Arts teachers on a semi-regular basis. Especially since I was a freshman when I met Mister Jordan Miles, the Councilor, and a sophomore and junior when I might, or might not, have fucked Mister Jacobs and Mister Tillman. So, I just grinned and said nothing, leaving it--mysterious.
"Damn girl!" Sukie chuckled as she drew her own conclusions, "I knew you know how to work that ass when you want to! So, why not find a sugar daddy, and then get a little naughty with him? I'm sure he'd happily buy you a new car a lot sooner than later. Or, with your ass, honey, you could have a few sugar daddies all at once. Then, you could afford anything you wanted!"
I laughed at the preposterousness of Sukie's suggestion, but as my best friend continued, I started to realize she was not joking and my laughter ended in a mild choking sound and a croak as I asked, "You're kidding right? Sukie?! I might be a little slutty, but I'm not a prostitute!"
There was a long silence as she finished the espressos then handed them to Justine, and took Justine's money.
"Hey, darling," Justine called from the driver's seat of her car. Today she had her bestie, Deena, in the seat beside her with their husbands, Harold and Gary, sitting in the back seat, "Show us your tits! God! Those mamas are looking great today!"
Sukie threw a nervous, guilty as fuck glance over her shoulder at me as if she had just been outed.
"Come on girl!" Justine slyly insisted, "I promise, there's a nice fat tip in it for ya if ya do!"
It was cold outside. It was still early winter and it was turning into a very cold one for the Dalles. Still, we didn't feel it since Sukie had the heater set to nearly 80 degrees. Which was a good thing since we were both dressed in our Naked Coffee uniforms consisting only of black low-rise boy shorts and tank tops two sizes too small for either of us. The name 'Naked Coffee' was a play on words. The coffee was excellent and organic, but also, the coffee was also served by nearly naked female baristas.
Beneath my super tight uniform, I wore nothing but a small pink g-string. I did not need bras. My breasts were barely B-cups. More like very full A-cups. So, I never bother with bras. I am what I guess some have started calling slim-thick. Slim up top, and thick in the bottom. I have broad shoulders and a 35-inch bust measurement. My waist is a tiny 24 inches and my nearly flat-as-a-board chest just continues down to my flat-as-a-board belly before sweeping out to broad 40-inch hips and a thick round bubble butt, thickly muscular thighs and calves, and thick ankles.
Aside from that, I have short curly brown hair, and when I say short I mean a very short boy cut. I just recently had it done. Before that, it used to fall to my back in beautiful coils all the way to my thighs. Also, I have bright gray-blue eyes, an oval face with a sharp square jaw, a perfectly proportioned plump mouth with a wide Cupid's bow and philtral ridges, and defined vermillion borders. It gives me a positively devastating smile. Or, so I've been told. As for my nose--I hate it, but everyone else seems to love it. It's turned up way too much and way too pointy. It is, as I've been told, a pixieish nose that ski-slopes out to a point before curving back to my philtrum, and apparently, I have perfect nostrils, or Ala, that are both petite and come straight back versus turning down or being too high.
Sukie, on the other hand, has long brown hair that is bone straight and falls halfway down her back. She has milk-white skin and big brown eyes. She has broad shoulders and a 42-inch bust with breasts that are huge double F-cups (in European Measurements). She has a slightly thicker waist measuring 30 inches, and a 36-inch hips and ass measurement with long slim legs. Actually, Sukie's proportions appear to be perfect for a girl with 34 B-cup breasts, the fact that they were monstrously huge made her look both over-balanced and very exotic. It was more than enough for most of the guys in town to overlook that she had only a pretty, at best, face.
She has also professed her bisexuality quite adamantly lately, though I think her new sexuality stems mostly from a desire to enhance her appeal to guys. After all, I don't know one guy who wouldn't want to fuck two girls or more if given a chance. However, Sukie's constant flirting and propositioning me for a little ride and suck was starting to make me wonder if she really is bisexual. Which, now that I think about it, makes me wonder, does she want me as a lover because she's in love with me, or does she think together we're a more attractive prize for the men she is looking to attract?"
Well, either way, Sukie usually always wears a huge bra under her tank top to support those huge breasts. However, her bras also always push her breasts up until her cleavage is absolutely bursting for attention, and both the guys and gals eat it up!
Sukie acts differently at home though. She doesn't dress any less scandalously, but she is a bit more reserved around her family. For example, when I sometimes take showers with her and her sister, Bella, Sukie usually always carries her clothes into the bathroom with us, and even though Bella and I don't mind leaving with nothing but a small towel barely covering our damp bodies, Sukie always makes sure she's dressed before she leaves the bathroom.
I've asked her why she does that, but she usually changes the subject. Either way, she doesn't prance around her house half-naked, which is good since she has two half-brothers older than her and a little brother. Sukie is her father's oldest child by his second marriage and wife, Deborah.
So, I was shocked right down to my toes when, without a word of complaint, Sukie unhooked her bra and pulled it and her tank top over her head and off. Her breasts spilled out the bottom of her bra and bounced beautifully! Then, she leaned out the window and plopped those mammoth milkers down right on the shelf just outside the drive-through window. Not only Justine and her group saw her breasts, but everyone got a good view of them!
