"Fine, Sissy. Whatever. Just take your computer and head to the office. See if Nancy can put you to work."
My large, gruff, old man rolled his eyes and walked away from me, back to the floor of the auto repair shop. It wasn't the largest in our town. It was actually one of the smallest. Not many customers liked dealing with Dad.
Understandably.
He was a bit of a brute. Very much a man's man. Not a "boy's boy" mind you. He was never vulgar. Never disrespectful to women. He refused to allow the auto shop to turn into a den of deviants with nude calendars on the walls and the like.
He had a couple mechanics he kept full-time on the floor to handle the daily work that needed doing. Various cars in various states of repair and disrepair.
I was to be the third, or perhaps a replacement for one of them. At recently-18, it was evidently my destiny to be a car mechanic apprentice, and eventually take over the business when Dad wanted to retire.
The only problem was that I had no interest in that life. I was more bookish. I'd never reveled in outdoorsy things, besides taking a walk and enjoying the scenery. I didn't really like getting my hands dirty; and having them greasy non-stop wasn't high on my bucket list.
As a matter of fact, so much was my interest in
not
becoming a mechanic, I'd been taking college courses online while in high school, learning to code. I'd even gotten a scholarship to go and attend the state college for it.
Dad knew about it. Didn't understand it. Therefore, didn't like it and wasn't about to spare a dime for it. Thought it was a waste of time. Mom tried to explain it to him. I tried. Tried to tell him that coding was like a gateway to doing what I wanted when I wanted. I could work from anywhere. Work for companies all over the world.
He thought the idea was both ludicrous, and lazy.
We had plenty of fights over it.
I generally just tuned out once we reached the second hour of back and forthing and he'd settled in for an argument. He seemed to really enjoy them. I just wanted to get back to my computer.
Like most every other red-blooded male, I had a significant interest in the fairer sex. If I wasn't coding, I was looking at porn. I seemed to have an unusually high sex drive. I'd easily blow my load three or four times a day if I had the time. Sometimes, I'd jerk off so much I'd chafe. It became so much a habit that I basically needed to ejaculate every 3-4 hours, otherwise I couldn't think straight.
Yet another reason why working from home and coding was the life for me. Not, sitting in an office with Nancy, mid-40s, mother of four kids. Grey hairs already coming through her short, blond hair.
Don't get me wrong. She was nice enough. I could even see that she was kind of pretty. But, I was 18. I'd had sex a few times with girls my age. I even did okay at it apparently. They never complained, anyway. And when I was looking at porn, I was looking for girls in their 20s, with perky tits, flat tummies and tight asses. Sparkling blue-eyed co-eds who got hammered non-stop on spring break from every angle imaginable.
Nancy was nice. She just wasn't that. So, my interest was pretty close to zero. Plus she was married to some guy I met once, but barely registered.
"Hey, Nancy," I grumbled after climbing the stairs up the mezzanine and entering the small office at the end of the corridor. It was basically built for two. Or, now it was. It used to be all for Nancy, but now she needed to babysit me, evidently. Dad had had the guys move another desk in so I could be monitored and shown all the exciting ropes like, "How to enter a new customer into the system" and "sending out an overdue notice".
Gag.
I was bored just thinking about it and it showed up in the sullen tone of my voice.
"Hey, kiddo. How's things?" Nancy kept her eye on her computer and her fingers rapidly tapping.
"Yeah, okay. You mind if I crash in here with you?" Without waiting for an answer, I dumped my laptop onto the dusty, old, spare desk. In the move, the guys had failed to wash their hands and had left greasy fingerprints all over it.
"Ew. Hey, Nance do you have anything I can get this grease off with?"
She turned around, scrutinized the greasy marks with a cocked eyebrow, pulled her whole mouth to one side, scrunching it up in consternation and gave a short, "Hmmmm... Let me see..."
She whipped back around, facing her desk and away from me, leaning over to the bottom right drawer to grab some cleaning spray and paper towels she kept.
Now, I don't know exactly what I was expecting... granny panties I guess. But, when Nancy leaned over to grab the spray bottle, her peek-a-boo thong came out the top of her trademark jean shorts. It was black, and I suppose pretty normal and average for a thong. It's not like it had bells or diamond studs on it. It wasn't a stripper thong. (Not that I'd ever seen one in real life, just from movies.)
I couldn't see anything really, other than the thong riding up her back. I didn't even see her ass cheeks. But... somehow knowing that Nancy... mature... mother-of-four, been-working-for-Dad-for-seven-years Nancy, was wearing a thong was kind of... hot.
It was like I hadn't even considered that a mid-40s mother would be... sexual. Not that a thong even
indicated
that she was sexual. But... it was definitely
sexy
and therefore my mind connected Nancy to sexy.
My eyes widened, trying to take in as much of the scene as I could before she pulled herself up, turned her swivel chair around, and tossed me the spray and paper towels.
"There ya go," she said with a smile. "Don't use too much, though. A little goes a long way."
"Er, thanks." I replied. She turned back to her computer.
Tappity-tappity-tappity-tap.
The sound of her pounding away on her keyboard drifted in and out of my ears as I sprayed down my table absentmindedly. I couldn't get the image of her thong out of my head.
A little truly did go a long way.
***
I raced home after work. It hadn't even been a long day. I'd only shown up around noon and worked until 4PM, which is when the guys on the floor took off. Dad was out as he frequently was and would wind up back at home. Nancy would close up when she left around 5:30PM.
But, on a first day, even though I was more or less comfortable with the place because I'd grown up in it, I still wasn't comfortable enough to go jerk off in the greasy men's bathroom.
Nancy had her own bathroom, which was a lot nicer and even had a shower for some reason. Well, technically, it was "the ladies" bathroom and the bathroom for customers if they needed to go. But, other than that, No Boys Allowed, otherwise they'd get it all greasy.
She really did Mother Hen everyone in the shop, even Dad, sending him out on errands and such. No one dared to enter her bathroom and mess it up.
I ran up the stairs to my bedroom. My bewildered mother in the kitchen had hollered out a, "Hey, Matt!" on my way through the front door, and I'd hollered back a reply, but I
needed
to get to my room.
Soon as I was there, the door slammed, locked, and I started peeling off clothes.
Finally, it was time to cum.
I grabbed my laptop out of my bag and flipped it open, quickly navigating to my favorite video site. I usually liked to work up to videos. I'd start with some pics or gifs that got me going. Kind of feel my way into the mood. Eventually though, I'd land on this site unless something else really caught my eye beforehand.
Today, it'd been so long that I went straight to the money shot.
Search:
teen co-ed
I browsed through the results looking for something I thought I might like. I was a sucker for tits and ass. Who wasn't, right? But, I also loved it when the girl came. And rough fucking.
