Jason hated this. His favourite pub was being taken over by the screaming crowd. It had started a few months ago, a few young guys in throwback Nordiques sweaters and then the short skirt crowd started showing up.
Not that he minded the short skirts.
Tonight there was a group of young women acting very bubbly at a corner table. They would raise up to a jet plane decibel level, which would raise the heads of Jason and the other suds monkeys, and then lower like the monkey's heads towards their pints. Jason let his head stray upward a little longer than the others.. Then again, he was a bit closer in age to the women then the rest of the regulars. He had just turned 30 the previous summer and kept fit by playing in pickup hockey games and riding his bike to work. He let his yes drift over the women. He noticed their tight little asses, smooth legs, and perk tits. He smirked when he saw their table filled with pink concoctions and empty glasses full of umbrellas. One of the women closest to him reached into her purse to grab a cigarette, that's when he noticed the smile. She was very cute. A face that could best be described as pixieish A little thing about 5'5 and a touch over a hundred pounds with a pert B/C chest and shoulder length brown hair completed the package. She was giggling to something her friend was saying. Jason smiled and returned to his pint.
As he motioned for the bartender to freshen his beer, Jason's mind clicked. He knew that smile. He glanced in here direction again, but the smoker was blocking his view. Where did he know that face?
He didn't know many people here. He had moved to the city about a year ago, but generally stuck to is work, workout, and drinking routines. He had hooked up with some girls, of course, but she was to young to be one of them. Sadly, he only had known the company of a few bar hags. She certainly wasn't one of those. His drinking quickened as he racked his brain. Soon he had finished another pint and was beginning to feel pressure build in his bladder. He ordered another pint, then walked toward the bathroom. As he walked by the girls he saw the side of her face and saw her tilt her head back in a laugh. He was unzipping his jeans to take a piss when it hit him.
She was a former student!
After university he had taught for a year in a small school in his home town while he figured out what he wanted to do with his geography degree. He hated it. After the one year he was luckily hired by a governmental mapping agency. He moved away and through transfers had ended up in the city.
While he had hated the teaching job, it wasn't without its merits. All those tight little teenage asses and budding breasts had been fodder for many a night of masturbation. This girl had been the centre of many of them. She was a new student the year he started teaching, A transfer from a Catholic school, she hadn't broken the habit of wearing the pleated skirts and white blouses. Like almost every man, Jason was a big fan of the school uniform look and had taken mental photos of her sweet cheeks sashaying down the hall as she left his class that where developed later that night as he gripped his throbbing cock. Now she was in his pub three miles kilometers from home!
He finished pissing, but not without giving his cock a few tugs in memory of those mental portraits of Natalie he had taken six years before. He had felt a little perverted jerking off to thoughts of a fifteen year old, but now she was drinking. That meant she was at least 21, or at least had a good fake ID. He was thinking that he'd have some new fodder for his drunken jerk off later, he sighed and zipped up and went back to his beer.
Walking past the table he glared over to where she was sitting. She wasn't there! He sighed as he turned his head to get back toward the bar. All he wanted was another mental picture. In his despair he didn't notice her right in front of him. He walked right into her, spilling the new drinks she had in her hands. Luckily none of the spillage was on her, but spilled harmlessly in the floor. He apologized profusely, offered to pay for her next round and shuttled back to his stool. She smiled and said it wasn't a big deal and headed back to her table.
Jason was too embarrassed to glance more than a moment in her direction before resuming his abuse of his liver. He was ordering another pint when he felt a brush against his shoulder. He turned and there was that smile.
"I decided to take you up on your offer." she said, as she resumed her smile.
"I am so sorry I was such an idiot earlier," he replied, as he took a twenty out of his wallet. "What are you drinking?"
"Mai Tai's."
"Hitting the hard stuff?"
"Well, I am not much of a drinker, but my friends insisted they take me out for my 21st."
"Really? Congratulations." He motioned to the bartender.
"Say, did you used to teach at Stark Memorial High?"
"Yeah," he replied coyly. It must really be her!
"I thought so. My name is Natalie, I was in your geography class my sophomore year. I loved your class, it was my favourite. I was looking forward to taking the advanced class but when I came back in the Fall you where gone. I was so disappointed Mr. Sampson," she said as she flashed that killer smile.
"Jason, please. Well, I didn't really think of teaching as a career. I did enjoy teaching your class and you in particular."
"Oh really, Jason?" (smile.)
"Well yeah, I guess I had a more of a crush than a fifteen year old student, then a 24 year old teacher should."
She laughed.
"Well, I thought you where pretty hot too and if you can't tell I am no longer fifteen," she said as she straightened up and arched her back pushing her tits up towards his glare.
"I noticed."
The drinks came and she asked him if he was their with anyone.
"Nope."
"Wanna join us?"
"That'd be great."
She grabbed the Mai Tais and started to walk back to her table. He grabbed his beer and slowly walked followed. She must of felt his eyes on her ass because she started moving it in a pronounced manner as she walked.
She introduced him to her friends. The smoker was a coworker named Deidre. She was a cute blonde, but smoking was a turn off. Natalie's other friend, Jess, was defiantly a hottie. A cute little Asian girl with bee stung lips, a C cup, long dark hair and killer legs. She would defiantly be entering his mind the next time he was was blowing a hot load into his hand.
Over the next few hours he learned a lot about the girls. Natalie had moved to the city with Jess after college and had met Deidre when she started working in the Natural History Museum. Jason kept buying drinks for himself and the girls, and had even snuck in a few sweet shots. After the fourth round of lemon drops they where all feeling little to no pain. Deidre drunkly stood up gave the girls and Jason a hug and said she had to go meet her boyfriend.
"Happy birthday!" she said as she blew Natalie a kiss and stumbled toward the door.
"So shall we keep drinking or do you girls have other plans?" Jason asked as they returned to their drinks.
"What do you have in mind?" Natalie asked. Jason didn't know if she had meant to drag her fingers up his leg, but he certainly didn't mind.
"Yeah, do you have any plans?" Jess asked.
"My only plan for the night was to get shitfaced," he said, "and I think we are well on the way to that."
