Kendra pulled the note out of her pocket and read it again.
Kendra,
I'm sorry that I've hurt you. What we had was great. But, we both know that it's time to move on. I hope that someday you can look back on this and not hate me.
Mike
That was the umpteenth time that she had read the note this past month. Each time she read it, there were less tears and more anger. After all, she had worked her ass off at the Sugar Shack for low wages and crappy tips for the past five years to help put Mike through school. To make matters worse, she had come home to find him fucking Amber, the slut from down the hall.
The night that she had found them together, she had closed the diner early. With the new restaurant across the street sucking up all their customers, there was no need to stay open late anymore. Her boss had told her and Candy, the only other night waitress, to start closing up at eight o'clock instead of nine. So, that night, she and Candy had closed the diner and grabbed a cup of coffee at the café down the street.
"Why don't you come to my place and watch a movie with us tonight," she told Candy.
"Sure, why not. I've got nothing else to do," Candy said with a smile.
When they had walked into Kendra's apartment, they both came to an abrupt halt. Kendra couldn't believe what she was seeing. Mike had Amber bent over their kitchen table. His shirt was off and his rock hard abs were dripping with sweat. Amber's skirt was up over her ass and her shirt was on the floor. Her double D breasts were wiggling all over Kendra's table. Mike had one hand on her back and the other was holding Amber's raven hair like a cowboy holding onto the reins of a bucking bronco. Her long legs were spread wide. She had a tight grip on either side of the table while Mike was gladly slamming his cock into her.
"Oh yeah, fuck me baby," she screamed.
Needless to say, Kendra spent the night at Candy's apartment.
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"Someday," Kendra questioned as she re-read the note.
Yeah, maybe someday she'd learn to let this go and not hate him. But, today was not that day. She crumpled the note and shoved it back into her uniform pocket.
The tinkling of the bell on the front door brought her out of my reverie. The last customer had left for the night and it was time to close up. At one time, The Sugar Shack had been famous for miles around because of their delicious pastries. But, since the new Greek restaurant across the street opened up last month, The Sugar Shack hadn't gotten much business. Add that to the fact that Mike left her over a month ago and you have the recipe for a non-existent and depressing sex life. Kendra was beginning to think that sex was a thing of the past.
"I'm so glad closing time is at eight now instead of nine," she said as she leaned over Candy to lock the front door.
"I know me too," replied Candy. "I'm gonna go to Club Z's and have some fun," she said as she undulated her ass in front of Kendra.
Kendra thought Candy was pretty sexy for a woman of forty. She could only hope to look like that ten years from now. Candy's full bosoms always seemed to be on display like a shiny new bike in a toy store window.
"Maybe, if I looked like her, then Mike wouldn't have left me," Kendra thought to herself.
Candy was especially sweet to her after that night they caught Mike with Amber. She had let Kendra stay with her until Mike moved out of the apartment. She even covered some of her shifts and never asked for anything in return. When Kendra would start to get depressed, Candy would tell her that she was really pretty and that they should go out dancing together. Kendra, being so shy, never took her up on the offer. They usually just stayed in and watched movies together. Maybe tonight Kendra would take her up on that offer. After all, it is her 30th birthday and she could use some fun.
Candy finished wiping down the counter and I shut the lights out in the dining room. All they had left to do was to restock the shelves for the morning crew. When Kendra walked into the kitchen, she saw Candy reaching for the olive oil on the top shelf. Her waitress uniform was a little too small for her and Kendra could see under her dress.
"Candy," she yelled.
Oh my God, she's not wearing any underwear! And, she's got a shaved pussy!
Kendra had never seen a shaved pussy before. It looked so silky smooth. She suddenly had the urge to touch it to see what it felt like. Kendra was so shocked that she wasn't wearing underwear that she didn't realize how loud she had yelled. Candy jumped and the can of olive oil teetered on the top shelf and then fell to the floor with a crash. The lid of the can popped off and olive oil shot into the air in every direction. Within seconds we were both covered in oil.
"Shit," yelled Candy.
Candy looked at her and then started to laugh. Kendra was covered from head to toe in olive oil. Kendra joined in on the laughter because Candy was just as drenched in oil as she was.
"Well, I guess we're not getting out of here any time soon," Kendra giggled as she reached for the can of olive oil.
"Don't worry about it Kendra. I'll clean it up. It's your birthday and you really need to go out and get laid," replied Candy reaching for her arm.
"Yeah, I wish. It's been six months since I've had sex."
Candy looked at Kendra. The oil was dripping down her cheek.
"Well, I can't really go out like this, now can I?"she said with a grin.
"I guess not," Candy replied.
Candy reached for the zipper on Kendra's uniform. As she unzipped it, Kendra watched the olive oil stream down between Candy's breasts.
"What are you doing," she asked Candy with a puzzled look.
