One of my favorite stories of Steve's is the one where Nicki loses her virginity up at Chrissy's lodge. I just about lost my mind reading that chapter—it's just super hot. Ronnie and I got a virgin story too. It's a lot more 'blue collar' than Chrissy's magical lodge, but it was a whole lotta fun.
We got a supermarket a couple miles away. I actually worked there for a while about ten years ago, but it's been so long I don't know anybody there any more. Ronnie and I both go in there quite a bit, and often times Ronnie'll stop in on his way home from work to pick up a few things.
Every once in a while we'll go in together for something, and one time when we were checking out, the girl at the register and Ronnie were flirting a little. She was trying to not show it because I was there, but it was pretty obvious. A few days later I was in there again.
"I didn't know you guys were a couple," she said with a sly little smile.
"Who, Ronnie you mean?" I said, thinking back to the other day.
"He's so big..." she said, with a faraway look in her eye.
I chuckled. "I call him my mountain man," I said.
She got this really amazing look on her face, and I could just about read her mind picturing herself being taken by a big mountain man—my Ronnie—out in the woods somewhere.
"How old are you Rachel?" I asked after reading her name on the pin on her smock.
"Eighteen," she said.
"You and me, we got something in common you know," I said. "We both like big men. Maybe it's because we're both so small. It's fun to feel like you can't move a muscle when they...you know."
Her eyes got big and she blushed real hard. She had a real dark tan and the blush made her almost purple. She looked nervously over her shoulder at the customer service desk, probably where her manager was, and then somebody got in line behind me, so I couldn't say anymore.
"I'm Kathy. See ya Rach," I said when I left.
That night I told Ronnie about it. He knew just who I was talking about of course.
"You know her, right?" I asked.
"Yeah I know her, she's cute as fuck," he said.
"You wanna play with her...if I bring her home sometime?" I asked.
It made Ronnie so fucking horny he just about fucked the shit outta me that night.
So I decided to go through her line like every day, and just chat and get friendly. She remembered my name right away, which was a good sign, and whenever there wasn't anybody near us I'd talk about big men, and sorta sexy stuff. The sexy stuff always made her blush, but I could tell she liked me talking about it—I kinda sensed that it was new to her, having someone be open about that kinda thing. Finally, after a week or so when we were feeling real comfortable with each other, I got down to the nitty-gritty.
"You wanna come over and hang out with me and Ronnie sometime?" I asked her.
She just stood there, and a smile happened real nice and slow on her pretty face.
"You want me to?" she said.
"Yeah, we'd love it Rach," I said. "Only if you really want too though. I don't wanna seem pushy or anything."
"No, I...I want to," she said kinda quiet, and looking more serious.
"Good," I said. "Tonight's Friday, you got anything goin' on?"
She shook her head, her eyes big and curious looking, and I wrote our address on the back of one of Ronnie's business cards.
"Eight o'clock work for you?" I asked, and she nodded silently. "I'll make some snacks and we'll see what happens," I said with a little smile, and I winked at her. I could tell it hit her like a ton a bricks as I walked away. I was so horny I felt like rubbing one out right there in the car as I drove away.
I got to thinking when Ronnie and I were waiting for her to show up that maybe winking at her scared the shit out of her, and maybe she wasn't into what I sorta let her know we were into. But then headlights pulled in the driveway, and little Rachel got out of her car and walked kinda slow towards the door. I opened it up and gave her a big smile.
"Hi Rach!" I said real bright, trying to help her with her obvious nerves.
"Hi Kathy," she said soft and cute, and I hugged her.
"
Ronnie, Rach is here
" I yelled. "Big slob's in the bathroom, trying to make himself pretty," I said, and Rachel giggled sorta nervous like.
Ronnie came down the little hallway with a smile.
"Uh oh," I said, "he's got his tight jeans on, we might be in trouble."
Rach giggled again, and Ronnie put his hand out for her to shake. She took ahold of it and got up on her tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hi Ronnie," she said, and then she looked shy all of the sudden and blushed a little.
I took her winter coat and she was dressed real cute under it—faded jeans that fit her perfect, one of those hand-knit sweaters that they make in Peru or somewhere, unbuttoned all the way down the front, a little tank top underneath it, and no bra. She's the kind of girl who doesn't really need a bra—she's got real small tits, but they look perfect on her small little body. She took off her Ugg boots and had bare feet underneath. Real sexy.
"Wow," I said, "This's the first time we've seen you outta your uniform. You're super sexy Rach."
She blushed again and didn't know what to say.
"Wanna glass of wine sweetheart?" I asked.
My devious mind went to work, thinking of how we could get her out of her sweater, and I turned the thermostat up real high.
We stood around the kitchen island and found out she graduated high school back in the summer, and was taking classes at the community college. Ronnie talked to her about the science department building up there, because he worked on that when they built it, back when he worked for big contractors.
"So, you got a boyfriend sweetheart?" I asked as I poured our second glass of wine.
