This is a continuation of the ‘Briget’ series. It is a story about people. It would be beneficial to read the other two parts to see how the characters got here. Sometimes it may take a while to get to the actual fucking, but it’s never far away.
I have urged Dennis to begin posting his stories here as well. It's all connected, one way or another. I hope you enjoy them.
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Working the day shift was a nice change. I worked in a restaurant close to downtown. It was sort of up-scale and the clientele was great and they tipped well. I had worked there for a while and I knew the menu so it wasn’t much of an adjustment. It was just the lunch rush instead of the dinner rush. Big deal. The first two days went well.
I talked to Briget Monday night on the phone. We both worked hard during the day and needed each other to unwind. We just chatted about things like how our days went and all that. Nothing overtly sexual.
But Tuesday night we talked about our days, then she asked me if there were any hot chicks working there that I’d like to fuck. I hemmed and hawed about wanting only her and she called bullshit and told me that it was only natural; since I was a guy I would want to fuck anything that moved. She told me she had the same fantasies about the people she worked with, so I told her about Karen, this quiet, wallflower type waitress with a huge set of breasts. She wasn’t beautiful, but her tits... oh boy.
Briget had me describe them in detail, or at least what I thought they’d look like and feel like out of their harness. I could tell she was getting as turned on as I was talking about sucking and licking them.
We were getting used to employing language as just another tool to get each other off.
I gently stroked my cock and went on to describe taking Karen’s pants off and licking all the way up from her toes to finally suck on her cunt. There was a gasp on the other end of the line.
I asked Briget what she was doing.
“What do you think? I’m getting myself off, silly! Are you?”
I admitted that I was and Karen was forgotten for the time being. I asked her what she was doing to herself.
“I’m circling my clit right now, ohhh, I’m really wet... Where’s Brian,” she asked.
“He’s with his grandparents... His grampa’s having some health problems.”
Briget sighed. “That’s too bad. He could help you out. He could suck your cock for you while I listened and it would be so cool. I’d love to see it in person again, but I’d settle for just hearing it...”
I was starting to stroke faster at the thought of it. “Where’s Roslyn?”
“Well, my sweet little roomie is on the chair across from me, watching me... She’s wearing a tank top and nothing else. Remember what her pussy looks like?”
I said that I indeed remembered.
“Well, she’s rubbing her pussy and sticking a finger in now and then... oh! Now its two fingers, oh baby you should see it.”
I could picture it just fine and with a moan I came all over my belly, with one shot reaching all the way up to my throat.
There was a moan down the phone line. “Oh what was that? Did you just cum?” I just groaned in response. “Lick it up, Denny-man. Lick it off your fingers...”
I did, making sure she could hear all the slurps that went along with it. There was a shriek on the phone and I asked what she was doing.
“I’m not d-doing anything, uh—Roslyn just crawled across the floor and she’s... she’s licking me out good, ohh, Denny, can I call you tomorrow?”
I said sure, and told her to have a good time.
I was just about to tell her that I loved her and decided it was too soon for that. I didn’t want to scare her off. We said goodbye and hung up. I pictured Briget and Roslyn getting it on half way across the city. But then again that were people having sex all over the world. It was just nice to think that now I was one of them.
**
She called me on Wednesday saying that her and Roz had to go shopping for food, the cupboard was bare. She made me promise to call on Thursday.
Brian was spending more and more time at his grandparent’s place. His grandfather had taken a turn for the worse and Brian was helping out both at home and at the hardware store he owned. So, I didn’t see too much of him. He had a key now and he came and went as he pleased.
**
Thursday was a challenge at work. The manager had called in sick and being most senior, I was put in charge: a first for me. It was hyper-busy and one of the servers screwed up big time and we had to write off a whole table.
Anya, the server, nearly flew completely off the handle when she dropped a tray of dirty dishes later that afternoon. I helped her pick them up and could see her smallish breasts straining in her bra against the material of her blouse. I thought idly about cumming all over them but I remembered I had a girl I could do that with as soon as I saw her. Coming back to the real world, I looked at Anya and half-joking asked, “So what is up with you, butterfingers?”
Her head was down picking up shards of broken plate. She distinctly muttered “Fuck you...” under her breath. When she looked up at me, she could tell I heard it. She looked sorry immediately.
“Would you like to talk about it?” I asked, taken aback. I had had a stressful day and I didn’t feel like taking any crap from a subordinate when I hadn’t even asked to be put in charge.
“No.” She shook her head. “Sorry. Look, if you wanna talk after the shift?... I’ll buy you a beer?”
I told her I’d see her in the lounge later. She nodded, dumped the garbage in the pail and walked off. I watched her ass as she went and thought of what Briget said.
The rest of the afternoon was okay. At four I was done. The manager called in to say that he’d be in tomorrow and the person I was replacing would be back as well, so I had a day off until my Saturday night shift.
“It’s just as well,” I said. I told him about the troubles this afternoon. He said to go and have a drink and relax.
When I got to the lounge, Anya was sitting alone in a booth, twisting a straw in her rum and coke. She smiled ruefully as I sat down and lit a smoke. I didn’t know what to say so I just waited for her. I was looking for the waitress so I could get a beer and Anya put up a hand to stop me. She swallowed the rest of her drink and put the glass on the table.
“Lets go somewhere else. I don’t want to talk here.”
There was a neighborhood bar across the street that looked like a dive but was pretty nice inside. We’d go over there.
As we walked in the sunshine, I copped another look at her. We had been coworkers for a while, but not really friends. She nearly always had a boyfriend. But, we always said hello to each other and socialized in the group at parties.
She was about twenty and looked to be part Asian, but not in any truly exotic way. Her light brown skin was faultless. She was slender but not skinny and kind of pretty. She had a nice smile and was usually friendly. That’s why I asked to talk to her; she was in a shitty mood. Something was bugging her.
Or maybe it was something else.
The bar was fairly deserted. We took a booth near the back.
We gave our drink orders and just sat there. Finally she spoke. “Can I ask you a question Dennis? You don’t have to answer.” I shrugged my shoulders. She looked at her hands then looked me in the eye. “Are you gay?”
To say I hadn’t expected it would be an understatement. I guess my jaw dropped. “Like,” she continued, “it doesn’t matter if you are... well, we’re just curious.”
“Who’s we?” I croaked.
The drinks came and we shut up. When the coast was clear, she said, “Me and some of the girls at work. I mean, we never see you with a girlfriend and you don’t hit on any of the girls there and well, we were just wondering.”
“No, I’m not gay and what does this have to do with you telling me to fuck off this afternoon?”
She covered her mouth with her hand to suppress a giggle. “Oh, I’m so sorry about that” she said, “it had nothing to do with you... Okay, here’s the story.”
She bummed a smoke and we leaned across the table from one another.
She had just broken off with her boyfriend and she was really pissed off at life in general. He had basically shit on her at every turn and had taken her for granted. So when she told me to fuck off she was telling, well, men in general to fuck off. She apologized and I accepted.
We ordered another round. “So what’s this got to do with my being gay?”
She looked at me open and honest and said, “Well you can talk to gay guys about all this stuff. They’re supposed to give good advice about relationships and all that.”
“Well, Anya, I’m not gay. I just don’t like hitting on girls at work because I usually suck at it, and it just causes problems. But maybe I should have.”
“Maybe. Karen had the hots for you at one time. She would have gone for you.”
“Karen?” I made the universal sign for ‘large breasts’ with my cupped hands in front of me. “That Karen?”
She snickered and nodded. “Yeah. She lives upstairs from me and we got drunk one night and she confessed. It was kind of cute, she’s so shy and naïve...”
We had a laugh about that. We talked about other things, but for her, everything kept coming back to her old boyfriend. Finally, I had enough. “Look, Anya, I may not be gay, but I can still give you advice about relationships... I think you’re better off without him. Don’t you?”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right... I guess I needed someone else to say it, too.”
**
By six thirty, we were well on our way to getting pissed. The bar had filled up and it was getting noisy so she moved over to my side of the booth. The booths were high-backed and pretty private. We were getting close and comfortable. We talked about a lot of things. We were laughing and giggling. And drunk. She put a hand on my knee one time to emphasize a point and pulled it back immediately, smiling. I guess you could say we were flirting. It was so much easier now that I had a bit of confidence.
Like any time when I was so close to any woman, I was getting horny.
As talk ultimately moved toward sex, I took the bull by the horns when the opportunity arose.
