PART 4
"Alright, where to?" Joe asked, returning to the truck.
"I don't know, Joe. Anywhere but the dormitory would be fine by me!" She replied.
"I know a place just as good as any." Joe said.
The truck pulled out of the alley way and back onto the street. Joe drove Maria through the city pointing out famous landmarks and his favorite restaurants and business. Joe parked the car at the end of a quiet block.
"Alright, honey, gotta walk from here." he said.
The pair exited the truck and walked to the middle of the block in front of a building that had "Smith's Mortuary and Crematorium" written fancily on the window. Joe opened the door and turned to Maria to usher her inside. Maria stood still looking at him, confused.
"I'm not going in there, Joe!" she declared.
He could see that she was put off at the thought of going into a building that was surely full of dead bodies.
"Don't worry, we're just passing through the mortuary. Trust me, you're going to love it!" he assured her. Maria reluctantly walked toward the door. As she passed by Joe he placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her in. Maria's pussy began to ache at the simple touch of his hand. Once inside the room was very dim but she could make out the caskets lining the outside walls.
"Oh no, Joe, are there bodies in them?" she asked
"No, Maria, this is just the showroom where people come to purchase the caskets they need," he replied.
Maria sighed with relief. Joe took her by the hand and began to lead her to the back of the show room. Her hand felt tiny in his. The trickling faucet in her pussy that had been slowly dripping since he had touched her back was now turning into a thin, but steady stream. Maria wished she would have taken the time to put on underwear when she rushed out of her dorm this morning. If things progressed any further she was afraid someone might notice her soaking her jeans. Joe stopped at the back of the showroom in front of a staircase leading down to a basement.
"Nope!" said Maria, shaking her head.
"Trust me, it's fine." he retorted
"Joe!" she said in defiance. "I'm not going into the basement of a mortuary."
"Come on!" He said. "I'll pick you up and carry you if I have to."
The thought of Joe picking her up in those big strong arms made her nipples hard. She was tempted to force him to make good on his threat. But after picturing her gushing cunt squirting on the bricks of the walled staircase with every step down she decided she could walk herself down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs the two stood before a closed wooden door. Joe knocked twice, paused, then knocked 3 more times. A voice emerged from behind the door.
"What can I get you?" the voice said.
"New England Clam Chowder." answered Joe.
"Red or white?" asked the voice
"Not blue." said Joe.
There was a brief pause then the audible clanking of a metal latch releasing. The door opened.
"Hey! Joe!" said the man at the door.
"Hey, Tony!" said Joe, giving Tony a brief hug. "Is the joint hopping tonight?"
"Hopping as usual!" Tony replied.
Joe motioned to Maria with his head to follow. He led her into the basement that was set up like a bar. There was a small stage at the far end of the room. A man in black slacks and a white suit jacket sat at an upright piano lightly playing some smooth jazz. The couple found an empty table for two.
"What do you think, kid?" Joe asked.
"This is great." Maria said. "And it looks like everyone in here is alive. So that's a plus!"
A large chested woman in a tight black dress walked over to the table, eyes locked on Joe the whole way. Maria noticed instantly, and though she had no claim on Joe, she knew she didn't like this girl.
"What'll it be tonight, Joe?" the girl asked.
"A glass of hooch, Lizzy, thanks." he replied
"And what do you want?" Lizzy asked, turning toward Maria and scowling.
Maria didn't know what to say in response to the question or the attitude coming from her new feminine enemy.
"She'll have the same, doll." said Joe.
Lizzy left the table to retrieve the ordered drinks. Maria looked at him wide-eyed.
"What's her problem?" she asked.
"Oh nothing, that's just how Lizzy is. I think she may be struggling to put food on the table. Everytime I see her she looks at me like she's hungry. I know Crazy Lou would hook her up with some great food in here if she would just ask. But I've never seen her eat."
Maria pursed her lips at Joe's cluelessness. Lizzy was hungry when she looked at Joe, but it definitely wasn't for food. The only meat she was hungry for was what was trapped in Joe's trousers.
"So this is Crazy Lou's?" asked Maria. "We were here last night, just out back in the alley."
"We sure were. The inside here is much better than the alley." said Joe.
Maria nodded in agreement. Lizzy returned to the table only making eye contact with Joe. She positioned her body between Joe and Maria so that all Maria could see was her backside. Lizzy leaned over and sat both glasses down in front Joe giving him a direct view of the massive amounts of cleavage before him.
"Here you go, Joe baby." she said seductively.
Maria rolled her eyes and thought, "why even try to fit them in a dress, it'd be more subtle if you just pull your giant monstrosities of tits out and beat him over the head with them." Maria was annoyed with Lizzy, but also a little bit jealous of how small her chest was in comparison. Joe thanked Lizzy for the drinks and she walked away.
"What's hooch?" Maria asked.
"It's the 'milk' I deliver," he answered.
Maria took a sip of the bathtub gin in front of her.
"Whoa, that's not like any of the milk we have on our farm!" she said jokingly. "What kind of cow does this come from?"
"A Gin cow of course." he retorted.
The two of them laughed. A couple of sips in and Maria could already feel her face getting warm. A few more sips and she felt her inhibitions lower. She began to tell Joe about what had happened throughout her day. She told him about home and her best friend Graff, but she was coherent enough to leave out the parts about his birthday present. A few more sips and she found herself moving closer to Joe. She would touch his shoulder or leg when she would tell him a story. A few more sips and any filter she had was non-functioning. She told Joe about how she ran out of the dormitory after her roommate had caught her masturbating in the bedroom. She knew she shouldn't be talking to him about this sort of thing. Graff was the only one she could be this vulnerable and embarrassing with; and it took them years of friendship to develop feeling secure enough to share these things. She had known Joe for one whole day. But, somehow, she couldn't stop herself. What they lacked in time of friendship they made up for in liquid courage.
To Maria's delight there was no judgment coming from Joe when she told him of her masturbatory mishap. She was enjoying her time with him and with each passing minute she wanted him more and more. She finally got to the point where she needed to make something happen before she lost the nerve.
"It's getting late, Joe, and by the time we get back to the dormitory I'll have likely missed curfew. And if I'm being honest I really couldn't stand to face my roommates again tonight. Would it be okay if I crashed on your couch again?" she asked, surprised by her own boldness.
"Well, I don't see why that should be a problem." he said, seemingly unaffected by the alcohol he had consumed.
Joe tossed back the last remaining swig of his gin and stood up. He threw a couple dollars down on the table for Lizzy and the couple headed toward the door and back up the steps. Outside the cool breeze against Maria's face felt amazing. She felt a little loopy from her drink, and after a couple of stumbles, she reached out and locked her arm in Joe's for stability.
The two stood there silently, but only momentarily. Apparently, tipsy Maria was horribly uncomfortable with silence. "Say something!" her brain told her mouth.
