I'd been a bartender at my uncle's Salthill hotel since I left school, and by the time I was 25 I'd worked my way up to manager. I'd seen the boom times, when people came in ordering rounds of Guinness for the whole bar during race week, flashing their cash for a quick fumble in the toilets with some drunk woman caked in fake tan. Now, the economy was in the toilet, except it wasn't like back in the old days because people had got a taste of money and its loss left their mouths dry. The West of Ireland was back to drinking away their sorrows, but so long as they did it in my pub I wasn't too worried.
For the past couple of years a group of school girls had been coming in regularly to share a basket of chips after classes. I always had an easy smile for them in the quiet afternoons and promptly brought them a pitcher of squash. They were always giggly and flirty with me and it was all in good fun.
From the start I noticed one girl in particular - her name was Sinead. She was the tallest, and she was slim. Her uniform's skirt showed off her long, pale legs that still had girlish knobby knees. Her white shirt tightened over her chest suggesting a recent swelling. She had strawberry blonde hair, and a mouth that was like a drop of raspberry jam in cream and oh how I longed to hold her face in my hands and devour that splendid mouth. She was the only one whose gaze made me uneasy - her clear, sea green eyes seemed to know what I was thinking - and I was thinking some pretty inappropriate things about her considering she was probably still under age, and I was much too old for her anyway.
Being a bar manager during a recession certainly has its perks. Women, beautiful women, realised that for the low price of shagging a good looking man, they could get a good run of free drinks. I am unashamed of having taken full advantage of the situation - although I couldn't help but notice that lately, my preference seemed to be skewed to tall, slim red haired women. And as I would fuck them, I was imagining I was fucking Sinead.
I would suck on their tits thinking about what Sinead's tits looked like, and when I reached into their panties for that first touch of their juicy pussies I was wondering if Sinead had much hair there. I'd suck and lick their cunts dreaming of tasting Sinead's. I'd guide their heads to my cock wondering if Sinead had ever sucked someone off.
Finally I'd hold them down, using all my strength against them as I fucked them, entering them hard and fast and almost violent with passion.
I did assume Sinead was a virgin. I dreamt about being her first, and her blood on my cock. And I would cum, pounding, screaming and grunting like an animal into the women who weren't Sinead.
I told myself it was ok to fantasize about her because that wasn't breaking any law.
Towards the end of April, the girls came in and I went over with their squash and a basket of chips as per usual, but Sinead wasn't there. As casually as I could, I asked the girls, "Did ye lose one along the way? Seems there's usually more giggling." and flashed them my best flirty smile.
The girls giggled and said, "We'll tell Sinead you were asking for her, Robbie." Another giggled, "Yeah, we'll tell her you wanted her!" and they all erupted into peals of high pitched laughter.
Once they finished, eyes sparkling, cheeks flushed and teenage girl chests heaving, a third girl said, "She's giving grinds in Honours Irish for the Leaving seen as she's from Connemara"
"Ah right" I said, "So ye are all doing the Leaving this year is it?"
"Ya, then it's on to better and bigger things in University"
"Maybe for you Maura, when you finally lose tiny pricked Colm!"
"A feck ya -" and I walked away, in a bit of a fog.
If Sinead was doing the Leaving Cert, she was surely legal. This was... I didn't know what this was. She was still too young for me.
The rest of the girls stopped coming in a few weeks later, presumably to study for their exams. I knew I'd see them all when the exams were over.
I anticipated it like a dog waiting for dinner.
Sure enough at the end of exams there they were in the pub, hair and makeup done, tight young breasts pushed high in dresses that left very little to the imagination. In fairness, I wasn't the only man thinking bad thoughts that evening.
"Can I get you lovely ladies a round on the house?" I asked them, while looking directly at Sinead.
"Sure Robbie, you can get us as many rounds as you like!" said one of the other girls and they all giggled - obviously having drank at least something prior to arrival.
"Alright then girls - eight shots of sambuca coming right up - but I have to see ID first."
I confirmed everyone was 18 before serving them drinks.
There was a live band and the girls danced with each other, only stopping to drink some more.
Towards 11, they were all well drunk. Sinead came up to the bar and leaned over it to talk over the music and noise, and I couldn't help but stare at the small white mounds pushed even higher by her leaning position. My cock had been semi hard all night, and it twitched now, almost causing me to let a small groan escape.
"Robbie! Hi! You're so nice Robbie. You're a nice bloke."
"Hi Sinead - do you want another drink?"
"Yeah... but I think I need some air first. I feel a bit lightheaded.
Robbie will you come with me? I've had so much to drink."
Oh Sweet Jesus on the Cross.
"Robbie?"
"Yeah love, I'll go outside with you."
I walked to the end of the bar and went out to the front, put my hand at the small of her back (touching her for the first time was like electricity in my fingers) and held the elbow on my side to guide her.
She did seem rather tipsy alright, and some air would do her good, I reasoned with myself.
Which doesn't explain why I brought her to the deserted loading bay out back where the kegs of beer were stored instead of the beer garden that was packed with the smokers.
There was a picnic table where the kitchen and bar staff would have their breaks when the weather was fine and we sat down on the bench with our backs to the table. Sinead breathed the cool night air deeply as if she were drinking it. Her breasts rose with every breath. The skin, even whiter in the outdoor light, got goose pimples. I shifted in my seat, attempting to casually readjust my semi stiff cock.
"How do you think you did on your exams?"
"I don't know - I think I did well but I don't know if it will be enough. Our teachers are saying the points are going up this year for
most courses."
"Loads of people out of work going back to college I guess"
"Yeah, that's what they were saying."
We sat in silence for a while, and the light went out.
"What happened Robbie? Why'd the light go out?"
"It's on a motion sensor." I whispered, "If I stand up again it'll come back on." but I didn't.
Neither did she.
