Author's Note: Welcome to the latest installment of Milf Tails. Again I would like to thank everyone who has voted, commented and sent me feedback supporting this series, its much appreciated. Now this one here...maybe, just maybe, is based on a real life experience from 'back in the day'. Enjoy. LC68
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I jumped at the sound of the ringing and, fumbling around on the nightstand, grabbed the cell phone. Still lying there with my eyes shut I slid my thumb across the screen and grumbled, "Hello?"
"Danny! It's Jack, get your ass down here!"
"Down, where?" I sat up, rubbing at my eyes.
"To the goddamn bar, you dumb ass." Jack snapped in my ear, "It's five of seven; you're going to look like an idiot being late when you live upstairs!"
"Shit!" I exclaimed, swinging my legs off the bed, I stood up, looking for where I tossed my clothes. "I'll be down in five."
"Better hurry, Mitch ran out to pick up some things, but he'll be back soon. He'll be pissed he doesn't see you here."
"Okay, thanks Jack."
"Thank me by getting your ass down here, I want to go home."
I ended the call and dropping the phone on the bed, located some clothes on the small chair in front of my desk. I slipped my jeans on over my boxers and looked around for a shirt. I hadn't unpacked all my clothes yet and becoming impatient, dumped a trash bag full of shirts onto the chair.
The bar was usually warm so I grabbed a sleeveless black t-shirt and put it on. I slipped my shoes on and walking over to the mirror mounted to the back of the bedroom door, took a minute to finger comb my short black hair.
I frowned at the red around my normally bright blue eyes and wondered if I had time to hunt down the visine. Mitch was always making cracks all guys my age were stoned all the time and didn't want to give him any ammo tonight.
Truth was my eyes were red from a full course load and bartending five nights a week at Mugshots, a hole in the wall pit that nonetheless did well because it was near the PC campus.
The last three days, I'd had less rest than usual, but for a good reason. Last week Mitch had mentioned they had finished renovating the three room apartment over the bar and had asked me to help him run an ad for it. When I found out he was only asking a hundred a week and it came furnished except for a bed, I asked if he would let me have it.
Mitch balked at first, saying he didn't want to rent to a kid. When I pumped myself up and declared I was twenty and not a kid, he'd laughed until he had gone into a coughing fit. I'd reminded him I had worked for him for over a year and never taken a night off and he trusted me to close out the drawers and handle his bank deposits.
When I added having me upstairs would mean if the alarm ever went off I could just run downstairs instead of him having to drive out in the middle of the night to check on the place, he'd started to listen more seriously.
I made enough to afford it and it was closer to school than where I lived with my folks and I certainly would never be late for work and a staircase away if Jack or Janice, the other bartenders, called out.
Seeing him swaying I told him how badly I'd been wanting to live on my own, not just away from my parents, but without a roommate, to be completely on my own. Mitch had sighed, said I was a pretty good kid and told me if I could get three references that weren't family, he would think about it.
That had presented a little problem. Aside from my parents, my best reference would be Mitch himself since I had worked for him since I was eighteen, at first washing dishes and cleaning tables before eventually tending bar.
I was able to get a reference letter from my Political Science professor and another from Mr. Roberts who I spent one day a week working for in his Law office as part of my internship.
The third I was at a loss for, but it ended up coming to me in the form of my best friend Chris's mom, Allison. She overheard me telling Joe I needed another reference and volunteered.
I was dubious at first, but Allison wrote Mitch a long letter saying how she had known me since I was twelve and what a fine young man I had grown into.
She mentioned how when she first divorced two years ago, I came around the house and did all the yard work and some repairs for her and had also tutored Chris through High School. She played it up big time, speaking of how honest I was, reliable, responsible and an all around 'upstanding young man' as she put it.
Apparently Allison followed the letter up by stopping by Mitch's while I was in class and speaking to him directly. After that conversation, Mitch had taken me aside and told me the place was mine and I better give Allison a big thank you gift because it was her speaking to him that really convinced him.
I grinned at my reflection at the idea it most likely wasn't what Chris's mom had said to Mitch as much as it was her appearance that had him nodding and saying "Oh, sure" to her.
Allison may be my best friend's mom and even a bit of a second mom to me, but fact was? The woman was one smoking hot milf! I doubted there was a friend of Chris's who had been over the house that hadn't jacked off to the thought of his mother.
Allison had it all, long legs, big tits, long blonde hair and a pair of blue/grey eyes that stared right through you. The woman was not only sexy, but knew it.
She never dressed slutty, but didn't exactly hide what she had either. Allison always showed just enough leg and cleavage to make you well aware of how much more there was under those clothes, while still looking like a professional and respectable woman.
However, that was when she went to work. I'd seen her once in awhile when she had left for a girls night out wearing some outfits that had made my cock ache with the thought of what a woman like that would be like in bed.
On that note, I looked into the mirror at the brand new queen sized bed I had used a good part of my savings, along with some money my parents had given me, to buy.
The night stands and desk were from my old bedroom and the couch, chairs and kitchen set in the apartment were used, but decent furniture Mitch had bought to rent it furnished, so the bed was the only brand new thing in the house. Opening the door I walked through the small living room, smiling away as if I was looking at a penthouse suite; my own place!
In addition to the freedom this gave me it gave me something even better; privacy! Several times while working, a cute girl would be drinking and flirting away with me, making it more than clear she was ready to go if I was.
Problem was many of them were students and like me lived at home, or had roommates and couldn't really mess around without someone being on top of them.
My lack of living space had cost me those chances to have some fun with a pretty girl, but next time? Right upstairs to my own place and my own bed! Not just some hot sex, but they could spend the night, the morning... hell, as long as they wanted to!
Tonight was ladies night at Mug Shots which usually drew a few coeds who wanted to drink, but didn't have much money so who knew? Maybe my good fortune would continue and I would get to celebrate my new place tonight!
I made my way down the stairs and using the key Mitch had given me, unlocked the door that led into the back room that housed the small office and storage space.
"One minute to spare," Mitch said from the corner, scaring the shit out of me.
"But still on time!" I pointed out as I turned to see him putting gallons juice into the fridge.
"You used to be earlier when you had to drive here." He said, "Don't get lazy on me."
"I won't, just trying to get some rest, been a busy few days."
"And don't think I don't know that place is going to lead to some busy nights." Mitch winked, "Twenty years old with an apartment above a bar full of drunk girls?"
I grinned, "I might have thought of that."
"Just be careful you don't get carried away kid. You start fooling around too much you end up late for school and screwing up and you don't want to work for me forever do you?"
