I was at work for a short while when she showed up. A few of the locals came and went but at this hour, it was mostly drunks and people coming home from the late shift. In between customers, we talked about various things.
While no one was in the store except us, she asked, "How big are you?"
I responded with, "What? Six foot."
She said, "No, how big are you down there," as she pointed at my crotch.
I said, "Not real big. I wish it was bigger."
She said, "No, you are really big, Dave, biggest I have been with."
I said, "It's only 7 inches."
She started laughing and said, "You measured it?"
I said, "All guys do. That's fully erect."
She replied, "I would have thought it was bigger."
I didn't ask how many guys she had been with but she volunteered, "I have only been with two guys. One was my high school sweetheart and the other is Perry. The weird thing is they are both big and muscular but have small parts, or maybe average."
I just shook my head and said, "This is your boyfriend you are talking about you know."
She said, "Yeah, maybe I should not have said anything. If you ever meet him, don't make fun of him! Sorry if this sounds bad or perverse but when I felt yours, it made me so curious. When I felt it pressing against me, I wanted to know what it was like. Then things just got heated and we ended up where we were. Just please don't say anything to anyone."
I replied, "I promise I won't. And I won't blackmail you or anything like that either. It just happened."
She said, "Oh shit! I didn't think about that! I don't have any money," she said laughing, then adding, "I only have pussy to give!"
I said, "I'll take all of that I can get, but only on a volunteer basis. No pressure."
We both laughed and she spanked my hip as I was leaned on the front of the counter at the store.
After some more talking and flirting, Becca said she needed to get home and go to bed. I asked jokingly if I could join her and she said to come on over, knowing I could not just lock the store up and leave. Before she left, she moved to me as I was leaned on the counter and hugged me. The hug turned into a kiss. The kiss turned into making out for a few seconds. I grabbed the side of her head just below her ear and we really started to get heated, our bodies pressed hard against each other as our tongues dancing in each others mouths. She broke the kiss off, looked down towards my pants, then reached down and rubbed my cock through my pants and said, "We'll have to take care of this some time."
I think I would have right there in the store if she would have let me. That was too risky though, even at one o'clock in the morning.
After she left, I just stood behind the counter thinking about her and wishing she was my girlfriend. Some of the usual people came in within the next hour. A town drunk visited, too drunk to count his money for his smokes so he just threw some money on the counter. I charged him the correct amount and tried to give him back the rest. He couldn't seem to figure out how to get it into his pocket so I put it in the bag with his cigarettes and folded it closed. A local sheriff came in for some free coffee and chatted for a few minutes. Some other folks stopped in for gas.
I started thinking I felt kind of proud that she liked my size. She was only the second girl to have felt it and the other one did not say anything about it either way. While I was standing there looking out the window, thinking about what she had said, the office phone rang. I answered it and I heard a whisper on the other end say, "Hey. It's Becca. I can't get to sleep. I figured I give you a call."
I said, "Yey. Why don't you come up here?"
She replied, "My mom probably would not like that. But I had an idea. Why don't you tell me what you would do to me if you were in my bed with me right now."
My cock instantly grew. I replied, "Okay. What are you wearing?"
She replied, "Just panties."
I asked, "Are the covers over your body?"
She replied, "Yes. I am covered up to just above my breasts."