Jacob and Andrew stood near the streetlight waiting for a cab to appear on the cobblestone street. As the rain came and went they'd lean back against the tan plaster wall of the pub, ducking under the slight overhang of the second floor. When the rain did fall it wasn't heavy, but the young men were dressed in their best clothes and didn't want them wet, they wanted to look their finest.
Each of them had downed a few beers to help build their courage and then, after carefully adjusting their pants, they wandered out to catch the cab. They'd been very nervous, but the beer and their quiet review of their plans had reinforced their resolve as well as given both raging erections. Fortunately the fine clothes were bulky enough to help conceal their obvious excitement.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the boys saw lights reflected in the wet puddles in the cobblestone and waved down the old black car with the light on top. Slipping into the back seat they both found themselves staring at thin man with pocked skin and some sparse gray whiskers. He stared at them for a moment and then smiled, exposing his crooked yellow teeth as he said, "Ah, two fine gentlemen dressed as you are on a Saturday night, let me guess. Would you be going to Suttle street, perhaps to see the Baroness?"
Jacob gasped and looked over at Andrew who shrugged and answered, "Yes sir, the Baroness del Rojo please."
"And tell me, just how old are you boys?"
"We're old enough," Andrew growled.
"And how old is that?"
"Eighteen," Andrew replied. The man then looked over to Jacob and squinted his eyes. They sat in silence until Jacob finally added, "I'm eighteen too."
Smiling, the man licked his lips and ran a hand up his forehead and through the thinning hair on his head. "Eighteen, eighteen, okay, I'm no policeman so I ain't gonna press this. To the Red Baroness we go," he said, turning around, pulling on his meter and pulling ahead.
Looking around the cab the boys were amazed at all the tears in the upholstery. They figured the vehicle was probably older than they were, though they we're about to admit it to the driver.
"You boys haven't been to the Baroness before have you?"
"I have," Jacob said.
"You've been inside? What color are the curtains?"
"Ah, they're red of course."
"Red's red lad, but those curtains are a deep maroon. You ain't never been there."
"We'll I ridden past it," Jacob said, punching at Andrew who just rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"You know boys, it was my first time at the Baroness you know," the old man said, looking at them through is large mirror.
"But this isn't my first time," Andrew said.
"Come, come now, you telling me you've known a woman?"
"Yes, a woman, well a girl."
"You saying you done it? She opened her legs and took in your other leg there?"
"Well no, but..."
"Well no hell boy, you're still a virgin yes?"
"Yes," he admitted, sliding back in his seat.
"Hey now, look it's nothing to be ashamed of, not at your age. Hell, my first time was at the Baroness, just like for you except I was a few years older than you boys. You see I was the youngest in my family, an altar boy at the church and my mom watched over me," he stopped at an intersection and looked around and said softly, "Don't you believe me?"
The boys shook their heads, "No."
Laughing, the driver turned back and began driving and said, "We'll it's true, or let the Lord strike us down in this cab." He paused, looking around. "There you see, true as can be. Well one day this altar boy got a job on a merchant ship and well, my brothers knew they'd need to step in before I shipped out. They didn't want some scallywag deckhand leading me to my first piece.
"Well, they dressed me up all prim and proper, acting to my mother like I was going to visit the church and then have a farewell dinner with my brothers. Next thing I know I'm walking into the famous Baroness del Rojo.
"My brothers introduced me to a few of their favorites but I was oblivious to all but one. Back in those days we looked at women differently than now. You boys like the thin ones, but back then the most beautiful ladies were large ladies. Large ladies with enormous bosoms! Well for me, I wanted the one with the largest bosom of them all... Osaria.
"Oh she was beautiful, with long, curling blonde hair that rolled down her shoulder into light spirals over her tits. Sitting down as she was, those huge tits were supported on her ample belly, but when she stood up to come to me, they tits flopped downward causing most of her body to jiggle a bit as she walked.
