This story is loosely based on certain, true events. The names have been changed and all participants were at least 18 years old. This first part does not have much "action", but sets the stage for all the fun and frivolity that follows.
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Todd and Brenda met when she was twenty-seven years old. These experiences that this story follows supposedly took place seven years prior their meeting. She worked in a popular local ice cream parlor which also had a wide assortment of candies, nuts and other treats for sweet tooth junkies. Taking a break from going to school, Brenda threw herself into work, trying to grab as many hours as she could. During the day shift, she was the youngest by far, working shifts typically with woman much older than she, sometimes as old as sixty or sixty-five. But Brenda wanted so many hours that she would typically go home for dinner around 5:00 and return to work the evening shift, as well. This shift typically was comprised of high school girls and guys.
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Brenda went from the role of working behind the candy counter during the day and taking orders from whatever "senior citizen" manager was working that afternoon to being an assistant manager to a half-dozen or so high school kids from 5:30 PM to 10 PM. The girls typically waited on the tables and the boys bused the tables and worked as old-fashioned soda jerks. Even though at twenty she was only two years older than most of the other workers, she always felt she was years removed from the immature behavior and work ethic of her co-workers.
The ice cream parlor was located in an old L-shaped building near a main intersection in a very old part of a long-established suburban city. In the back of the one-story building was another narrow building which the owner also owned, and it was in this location that most of the chocolate, other food supplies and decorations for all the holidays were stored. It was known for one reason or another as the "design center". When supplies needed to be retrieved from the design center, usually two people went, since the distance was longer than just being in the back of the shop and it was easier for two people to make one or two trips than it was for one to make two or three such trips.
One busy night, Brenda had to send two of the girls back for some more fudge and caramel. Such a trip, even if you had no clue on what shelf in what room it was located, would take no more than five or ten minutes. But after almost fifteen minutes, Brenda asked a couple of the girls if they knew if Andrea and Sandy were back yet from the design center. Both of the girls said they did not see them; one even snickered when she responded. So Brenda decided to take a minute or two to walk over there herself to see where they were.
When she entered the main room where most of the toppings and supplies were, Brenda saw an unbelievable scene. In the dark room under a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling were Andrea, a short brunette with blonde highlights, and Sandy, a redhead and taller by just a few inches. What was unbelievable was the fact Sandy's uniform was unzipped in the front and Andrea's face was buried between her co-worker's tits. But as soon as they heard Brenda walk in, they parted and Sandy quickly zipped up her dress, not even having to worry about her bra since she wasn't even wearing one.
Brenda pretended to not notice what was going on. She was still in shock by what she saw to do or say anything about it. But most of the shock was not in what she saw but in how she felt about what she saw. She got hot just the second or two she saw of the two girls together. She didn't know what to think; she herself had never before felt the least bit interested or curious about being with another girl.
"What's taking you two so long?" Brenda finally decided to say.
"Uh, we couldn't find the, um,..." Sandy started.
"It's up there," Brenda pointed, indicating the top shelf. "You can use that ladder over there."
Brenda was still trying to sort out what she witnessed and how it made her feel while Andrea pushed the ladder over and indicated to Sandy with a little smirk that it should be her who steps up to retrieve the containers. Brenda stayed there to ensure that the girls completed the task and got back to work as soon as possible and also because she could not tear herself away from these young, beautiful and suddenly sexy girls.
"Here, hand one to me and then the other jar down to Andrea," Brenda instructed.
Brenda was just beginning to calm herself down when she looked up to reach for the hot fudge. She saw the hem of Sandy's fluorescent green, polyester uniform six inches above her eyes, and then looking further up under the skirt, easily noticed the absence of any underwear and even though somewhat dark, saw the beginning traces of her pussy. She shot a look over at Andrea, as if to wonder if she saw it as well, but the knowing grin on her face told Brenda all she needed to know. But Andrea was curious to see what Brenda thought of the revelation.
Brenda took the tub of hot fudge and started to walk out of the room.
"Hurry up you two," she shouted over her shoulder. "It's getting very busy out there."
Andrea and Sandy giggled but did hurry up. Mission, for now, was accomplished. Sandy and Andrea had shown their night manager, Brenda, a saucy and sexy brunette with thick, wavy hair which held tinges of red highlights, hints of not only do they like to play around with each other but that clothing was simply an unnecessary accessory underneath the heavy and mostly unflattering uniform of their employer.
