I was 22 and had just taken my first job since I graduated college. I have a degree in administration so I applied at several places where I thought I could move up quickly. I had some money saved up from the job I had while in college, but I moved back to where I grew up and the job market was slow and I was quickly running out of money. I decided to start making repeat visits to the places where I had applied. I was having no luck until the next to last place I went. It was a small business that did shipping with only twenty employees. I got to talk to the owner and he took a look at my resume. He frowned and said that I was too qualified for the position he had open but he would keep me in mind. I told him I would take whatever he had explaining my money situation and that I just needed a job. This was a Thursday so he told me to start work on the next Monday.
I wanted to make a good impression so I took the money I had left and bought four more outfits to wear. I always enjoyed wearing short skirts with matching jackets. My mom always told me the skirts were too short, but I felt they were still professional looking and I turned a few heads as well. My best friend in High School had also moved back so we planned a quick getaway weekend with our boyfriends.
Amy has been my best friend since junior high and we were like sisters. Everybody called us Laurel and Hardy because I have always been thin and she has always been bigger. I'm five foot three barely one hundred pounds, Amy is five foot eight and two hundred pounds. We both have A cup titties even though she's a hundred pounds heavier than me, so I always joked mine were bigger because it looked like they were on my skinny body.
The four of us decided to go camping at a nearby lake and since all four of us were broke we brought my boyfriend Kent's tent. Kent and I had been off and on for nearly six years. He was a decent looking guy, five foot eight, hundred and fifty pounds or so with black hair and a pale complexion. Sex was good with him even though his cock was only six inches, it fit my pussy just right and he usually made me cum twice, once with his tongue and once with his cock.
Caleb was Amy's boyfriend and I never liked him. He was only five foot six about two hundred and fifty pounds and he looked like a troll. He was arrogant and thought very highly of himself. He did however have a cock that was eight inches long and as thick as a coke can. He was constantly hitting on me and even though he and Kent were also best friends, he was always making fun of how small his cock was. The four of us have had sex in front each other many times and Caleb always made sure that I saw his cock. This trip was no different as the four of had sex several times. Caleb had asked Amy numerous times about swapping partners to which she always replied no.
On the way home Amy told me she didn't really like the way Caleb acted but she did love him and he took care of her sexual needs. I told her that wasn't the most important thing, but she didn't think she could find anyone else because of her size.
I had been at my new job a couple months and really liked my boss. He was single, fifty years old and was in incredible shape. His hair was almost completely gray and he was close to six foot talk probably two hundred pounds. I was staying late one night finishing up some cleaning when he walked by the office I was in. He stopped and asked if I was nearly thru that he was trying to leave. I told him I was and that I was sorry that I held him up. He said no problem and that he appreciated how hard I had been working. He told me that he knew I needed more money but there wasn't anything available but he had another offer for me and we could talk about it tomorrow.