** Around 10 a.m. Friday morning**
I was sitting in a parking lot, early for an appointment and devilishly re-setting the presets on Britt's car stereo when she called. I had her car because the girl's house flooded yesterday and we moved them into my place last night. Today Britt, the blonde love of my life, and Gina were going to move more salvageable stuff and needed my truck to do it.
"Hi lover," I said as I set her number one button to a bluegrass station.
"Well 'Hi' to you too lover," came Gina's sultry voice through the tiny speaker. I could hear Britt laughing in the background. "Your other lover is driving, so she asked me to call. You're on speaker, so be careful what you say stud," she giggled as Britt broke out in more laughter.
"Hi baby," Britt said from the driver's seat of my truck, "We're on our way to the house and thought we'd check in and thank you for the snuggle session this morning; that was really special."
"Yeah," agreed Gina and I could hear the break in both of their voices; I was truly touched.
"You girls know I would do anything for you, so don't think anything about it; it's my pleasure, trust me."
"Well, you can bet it will be before we're done...Lover," Britt said emphatically. "Anyway, we called the insurance company this morning and got that ball rolling and then we called that prick of a landlord and gave him the good news. We may need you to explain to him what happened; I'm sure he thinks it was our fault."
"Yeah, sadly that's not that uncommon in houses built back then; not the greatest design in the world. So give me a call later and let me know what you think about the stuff that is too damaged. We'll have to get a dumpster or I'll borrow a truck from work and we can make a dump run if need be."
"George, you're the best," Gina said, "I don't know what we would do if it wasn't for you. So is it really okay if we put stuff in your building until we figure out what we're going to do?"
I laughed, "I don't think you'll take up too much room; I think we can handle it."
"Well, I had to ask; I don't want to take advantage of you...at least that way," she giggled.
"Gina, you naughty girl," laughed her cohort.
I could already sense that these new living arrangements were going to make life interesting. "Okay; well I need to get to this appointment, so I'll talk to you girls later; okay?"
"Okay, Suck You Soon," they laughed in chorus and hit end.
To say I was distracted the remainder of the day would be an understatement. Laying in bed, smothered in soft, warm, feminine nakedness; gorgeous nakedness at that, pretty well burns an indelible image on your brain.
**End of a long day -- Friday**
Britt came up on the smart phone screen again and I answered a little more cautiously this time. "Hey, how's my girls?"
"Our cute little asses are draggin'" came my favorite blonde's response. "We've made two trips to your place and I think we can get the rest in one more load on your truck and my car; so if you wouldn't mind, would you go by and pick up Kate at the store and then come here to the house?"
I was a little confused, but before I could ask, she gave me the answer; "We forgot to tell you, but Kate's car wouldn't start this morning and Gina won't let her drive hers so we dropped her off on our way here. We already talked and John said she could take off whenever you got there."
"Sounds like a plan," I said, "so do you want me to pick up something to eat there or do you want to wait until we get back to our place?" Interesting, I thought to myself; I just called it 'our place'.
Without missing a beat she answered, "let's just wait till we get back to our place; I've seen about all of this mess that I can stand."
"Alright babe, I'd guess that we'll see you in about an hour."
"Can't be soon enough babe; see you soon."
"What, no suck?" I asked, trying to sound disappointed.
"Maybe not tonight babe," she laughed, "I'm so tired, I'd probably fall asleep and choke to death. But I do love you so much!"
"Love you too, Lick you soon....sorry, that didn't work. See you in a bit." I heard her laughing loud as I hung up, happy to hear her laughter.
Twenty minutes later, I found a spot a couple doors down from John's beachwear shop and walked back to the store. It was late afternoon and the place was empty except for Kate high on a ladder, stretching to put a box on an upper shelf. She was wearing a little pair of shorts and a cropped top with sandals on her tiny feet. Her long black hair was in a single braid that hung to the back of her knees, graciously not blocking the view of her pert little ass cheeks poking out of the bottom of the cotton shorts. I couldn't help but let out a raucous wolf whistle that startled her. She turned with a venomous look and nearly stepped out into mid-air. Luckily, I was right there and reached up to steady her, both hands on those protruding butt cheeks. She looked down at me with a smile and wiggled in my grasp, bearing down a little more; "Hi George," she giggled.
"Hi Kate," I said as I took the rest of her weight and lifted her off the ladder by the derriere. At less than five feet tall and nowhere near a hundred pounds, it wasn't a great show of strength on my part. She squealed and squirmed trying to grab onto something as I lowered her to her feet. She wasn't on them a second before she jumped back into my arms, her legs around me and kissed me hard, her tongue going to town. I tried to look around to make sure we weren't making a spectacle of ourselves.
"Don't worry," she said, as she continued to kiss me, "there's no one else here. I was just doing a little more stocking until you got here," and then gave me another long kiss. Suddenly aware of how long we had been going at it, she blushed and let me set her back on her feet; "Sorry, I got carried away. I just love kissing you. In fact, you're only the second guy I've ever really kissed, other than my dad that is and that doesn't really count."
I bent down and gave her another kiss; "Well, I like kissing you too and as long as it's okay with that blonde roommate of yours, you can have all the kisses you want."
"Well," she blushed even more, pressing herself tight to me, her hand on my crotch, "I'm hoping Britt may let me have something more than just a kiss," fondling my growing stiffness.
Drawing on all the self-control I could muster, I picked the little pixie up by the waist and sat her on the front counter, my back to the entrance. Kate looked at me with big brown eyes, a slightly uneasy look as I put my lips to hers and gave her a kiss that any Frenchman would be proud of. At the same time, both my hands found their way under the crop top and I fondled her firm tits, pinching her nipples while she squirmed and moaned. As the time before on the hood of a stranger's car in a darkened parking lot, Kate's little body soon convulsed in orgasm, only this time we didn't have an audience and I persisted until she couldn't take anymore, breaking our kiss with a breathless, "Ah Fuck!"
I held her until she was back to normal and with an embarrassed look, she stared at me and then looked down at her crotch, "Oh god, I think I pee'd."
I ran my finger up the seam of the shorts and tasted the residue, a look of shock on her eyes. "I don't think that's pee," I said as I took another swipe and she shuddered once more.
"God George, how do you do that? I've never cum just by someone kissing me and playing with my titties."
"Just talented, I guess," shrugging my shoulders modestly and laughing too.
"Well now I've got to change my shorts before we leave," as she shimmied herself off the counter. Still a little embarrassed, she hurried into the back room to change, "I'll just be a sec."
"Okay," I answered as I looked over some of the merchandise. Then it dawned on me; "Hey Kate, do you have the swimsuits for tomorrow?" I yelled toward the back room.
"That's right," she yelled back, "I was going to ask you about those last night, but the flood kind of changed things. So no, I don't have them. What colors do you think we need?" as she came into the store pulling up an even smaller pair of shorts.
"Well," I answered, a little distracted. Kate is a perfect miniature; from top to bottom. Sculpted legs on pretty little feet, a nice bubble-butt, a tight little belly and I would guess somewhere close to b-cups with pencil eraser size nipples. She has an innocent little-girl face with the biggest brown eyes and proportionally, some of the longest jet-black hair I have ever seen.
"Well?" she replied.
"Oh, yeah, well the car is white and I think the upholstery is black, so I'm thinking maybe just some real bright primary colors; what do you think?"
