I know this seems like a sort of hackneyed story line but I hope I introduced a few new twists. All comments appreciated. All the senior lettermen were 18 or over.
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Despite suffering all the bad jokes people throw at me; being a plumber is a pretty good occupation. I make good money, work regular hours, and ever since my boss realized that I have a knack for doing new construction with a minimum of waste and time, that's all I do. I don't snake drains or clean toilets. Its good clean, sometimes hard, work.
The good pay facilitates the social part of my life which revolves around a certain bar close to my house. This particular bar is very special because right across the street from it is a school that teaches medical coding. It's a two week course and most of the students are young nurses. Since they have the middle weekend off they tend to want to relax and enjoy themselves. The owners of the school (more about them later) recommend this bar as a good place to let off some steam. In return the bar's owner comps the school owners' drinks. It's a great example of business symbiosis.
This works to my benefit because I'm reasonably good looking (or so I've been told) and thoroughly enjoy the company of young women. They seem to genuinely enjoy me as well. My Friday night routine is to go home, get cleaned up after work, change the sheets, go to the bar to have a beer or two, and shoot a couple games of pool while I scope out the possibilities. When I find someone attractive I buy her a beverage and chat her up. If she seems willing I ask her to dinner and let nature take its course. I haven't spent a weekend alone for a couple of years. I have hooked up with a few locals but generally found them to be a bit clingy and expect to be courted every day. There are no such expectations from the out of town women and during the week I just go home after work and relax alone.
A few weeks ago a monkey wrench was thrown into the works. All the students were male! Some of the other regulars found that interesting but it's not what 'floats my boat'. I was just about to go to 'Plan-B' and call a 'local' but took one more look around first. A young woman walked in and took a seat at the bar. She has a pretty face but I really couldn't tell much about her body. From the way she moved I thought that I'd like to learn more. Most of the women that go there are wearing business attire. She had on plain gray baggy sweats.
She ordered a glass of white wine and the bartender gave me a nod. I sat next to her, nodded in her direction, and smiled. She returned the smile and I introduced myself. She did the same. Her name is Darcy. I learned that she owns the new gym/studio that just opened a block or so away. That explained the garb. I also learned that she was teaching four or more classes a day until all her staff was on board. That reinforced my suspicion that there was a tight body underneath those sweats. We talked a bit and I bought her another wine. As we chatted I saw the two owners of the coding school, Jeanette and Coleen, walk in. I knew each of them well. They are who told me about this place.
I was getting a good feeling so I asked Darcy out for dinner. "I appreciate the offer but I still have two classes to teach. By the time I'm done with them I'll just collapse on the bed." I told her that collapsing on the bed was exactly what I had in mind. She laughed. "You're direct and to the point. I admire that but the answer is still no for tonight. By next Friday I should be fully staffed and be able to enjoy a nice three day weekend. Can I get a rain check?" She fished a card from her fanny pack and wrote a number on the back. Below it was written "Cell. Please call about Friday"
I had forgotten that next weekend was Labor Day but then remembered that the school with the nurses would be closed. "Would you like to meet here at 6:00 on Friday?" She smiled and told me she'd love to. I couldn't believe I had actually made a real date. Weekend stands had proven so fruitful that it had been a long time. I gave her my card.
"You're a plumber? I just love a man who knows nice plumbing especially when it's installed right on the inside!" I laughed and acknowledged her directness as well. It was a variation of an old joke but still funny. She excused herself and went to the rest room. When she came back she was stopped by Jeanette and Coleen. I saw them speak and look in my direction smiling. Darcy came back and gave me a kiss on the cheek, with a squeeze high on my thigh, and left.
I wondered what I would do. I didn't really want to insult either Jeanette or Coleen by asking the other out; but within a few seconds they both came over. They sandwiched me and both had a hand on my crotch and their chests pushed against my sides. Jeanette cooed with her African accent, "Too bad your friend had to leave but I think her loss might be our gain. I told them I was game and they both knew where I lived. Coleen answered, "Let's go to our place, we have more toys than you."
I followed them to their condo, wondering just what the weekend would bring. I'd done my share of threesomes before but never with two so distinctly different women. I was pretty sure I wouldn't be disappointed.