College was over. The real world wasn't as scary as Janie had imagined, but it was rather boring. She had moved to San Diego and was working at a Medical Center, in the Cancer Research Dept. She hated it: no opportunities to move up, raises were non-existent, she was the youngest employee, and she didn't fit in. Feeling trapped and claustrophobic, she began searching for new, more adventurous opportunities. Thank God for the internet.
"So, what's with the hair?" Traci asked, a concerned look on her face. She had just noticed my bright pink locks.
"I'm taking that job in Alaska. It's to celebrate my decision."
"What?!"
"I'm just too young to be stuck in this office, Traci," I whined.
"Janie, this is a good job." I hated it when she got that motherly tone with me. True she was twelve years older than me, but she didn't need to be so condescending.
I sighed, "I know but it's not the field I want to be in. I went to school for Marine Biology, not Medical Bureaucracy. Besides, it's a great opportunity to travel the Alaskan wilderness."
"What about your car, your apartment, and your boyfriend? What does HE think about all this?"
"Well...he's dealing. The position goes for seven months, so he's not happy."
She chuckled, "I bet. No sex for seven months; I wouldn't be happy either."
"We're going to do the 'open relationship' while I'm gone. I told him he must be crazy if he thinks I'm going seven months without nookie."
Traci's eyes widened. "Just be careful. The ratio of men to women up there is like ten to one."
"I've heard," I said with a mischievous smile.
It was going to be difficult to say goodbye to Traci. She had been such a huge help and great friend since I'd been living in San Diego. And she didn't look 36. She was short and had a juvenile face. I think she barely stood 5'. Her hair was long and curly, almost touching her cute little bubble butt. My only issue with her appearance was that she wore entirely too much make-up. However, most of the women in San Diego wear too much of everything. Traci looked good today though: big earrings, hair slicked into a tight ponytail cascading down her back, tight little scrubs.
"Well, before you leave us here to meet some hot fishermen, come over for dinner Friday night?" she asked with a gorgeous smile. How could I say no?
"Should I bring Greg?"
"If he won't get mad at Max hitting on you all night," she giggled.
Max was Traci's third husband. He was tall, muscular, shaved head, motorcycle-type, with a goatee. But he had kind blue eyes and adorable dimples. Max was only a few years older than me, and we always joked about their age difference. Max was loud and had no inhibitions. Once he got to know me, the sexual innuendo quickly followed. He made it obvious that he loved my 38D tits. His jokes were harmless though, and neither Traci nor I minded.
"Actually, I think Greg has to go into work early that night." Greg worked the grave-yard shift.
"Ok, so just bring yourself," Traci smiled broadly. I had a feeling she was up to something.
The week went by quickly, mostly because I was interviewing so many candidates to replace me. Apparently, a whole bunch of people wanted my job.
I was easily distracted though, as thoughts of Traci and Max would pop into my head frequently. I had socialized with them plenty of times in the past: holiday parties, before and after carpooling, I dog-sat for them a few times, etc. I had always felt electricity in the air when all three of us were alone. But when it was just Traci and I, those feelings were not as intense. What confused me about Max's behavior was that Traci never seemed jealous or disapproving. She would just laugh and wink at me.
Friday night rolled around and I found myself really primping in the mirror. I did my make-up seductively, wore a casual but sexy black cotton dress that showed ample cleavage, and even matched my undergarments. I put my hair into a French twist with a pretty black barrette; it looked very modern with the outrageous pink color of my locks.
"Out on a hot date without me, huh?" Greg teased. He kissed me lightly on the cheek before leaving for work.
As I finished getting ready, my pussy started to ache. Damn, I should have fucked Greg before he left. I tried to ignore the pulsing between my legs. What had gotten into me? Finally at the point of frustration, I lifted my dress over my waist and worked two fingers under my sheer black G-string panties. My pussy was positively sopping and I wondered if I should change my underwear before heading over to Traci's for dinner. I tasted myself quickly before moving my fingertips back to my clit. My little bud was already engorged and it took but a few strokes to bring myself off. I did not feel completely satisfied, but I didn't want to keep Traci and Max waiting. My heart fluttered when I realized it was the thought of the two of them that had made me orgasm so quickly.
As I approached their house, I found myself getting slightly nervous. Would I be over-dressed? What if Traci got annoyed at my low-cut dress? How could I explain the spot on my dress if my pussy didn't stop leaking juice?
I licked my lips before I rang the doorbell; however, my finger barely touched the button when the door swung open. Traci smiled up at me beneath an explosion of thick tendrils of hair. Her up-do and make-up looked lovely. She was wearing a diamond necklace and matching earrings. A red sweater-dress barely covered her ass, and knee-high black boots showed off her tan legs. I couldn't stop staring at her delectable bubble butt.
"Wow, Honey, your hair looks great!" she gushed. We exchanged a few compliments before I noticed Max standing in the entry-way to the kitchen.
"Just so you know, I cooked this whole meal by myself," Max laughed. "While she gets her hair and nails done, I am slaving away in the kitchen!"
