I've taken a two year sabbatical from Lit, but have a few new story ideas and a little extra time.
Thanks to Nstygrl for her help polishing and editing.
It's good to be back. The Style Guy
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Uncle Dave is the black sheep of our family. He's in his mid-40s, good looking, but unemployed and a lazy drunk. It surprises me when he attends family functions with very attractive women.
I fondly remember the only good advice Dave ever offered me. It was at my high school graduation party in my parent's back yard. Dave caught me ogling the tits of his latest bimbo. And, to be fair, she wasn't a bimbo. She was a chemistry professor at a local university.
Her name was Stacy. I'd guess she was 35. Stacy was dressed in a cobalt blue sun dress, wedge sandals and not much else. Her large firm breasts and ample cleavage caught and kept my attention.
I was embarrassed when Dave caught me staring and was relieved when he smirked. He jerked his head and I followed him over to the make-shift bar. As he opened a couple of Coors Light's and handed me one, he asked, "Ever wonder how a loser like me, gets pussy like that?" He nodded in Stacy's direction as he said the last part.
I half-laughed and answered, "Yeah, Uncle Dave. I think everybody would like to know."
Dave held back a snort, nodded and said, "Learn to eat pussy better than anyone else."
I watched Dave for a few moments waiting for more and finally questioned, "That's it?"
Laughing again, Dave continued, "I haven't had a job in seven years, yet I have stunning girlfriends. They let me stay at their homes and drive their cars. We go on Island vacations, eat at great restaurants and drink the best wines. And, it's all because I lick pussy better than anyone else."
As I processed his advice, Dave finished, "With your good looks, athletic build, intelligence and drive, I know you'll succeed in anything you try. If you learn to eat pussy too, you'll be a quick success. Just find one girl. Lick her twat till she can't take anymore and then eat her some more. She'll be yours, to do whatever you want. And as an added bonus, she'll tell her friends."
Dave slapped my shoulder, "I'm telling you. Learn to eat pussy and you'll have a great life, doing whatever you choose."
Present Day
I chose to go into education and this Friday ended my first week of student teaching. My initial plans were to head back to campus and celebrate a successful first week, but I received another offer, one that I initially refused.
"Hey Chris, want to come to our Poetry Club meeting?"
My first thought is that I'm assisting with a before school martial arts club for teachers and students, and that was enough. My second thought was "Poetry Club," fuck no!
Jim Willard, my advisor, laughed at the expression on my face. Before I could answer, he explained, "We meet for Happy Hour, every Friday after school. We call it our Poetry Club meeting, in case a student hears us."
As it was the start of the school year, the Poetry Club meeting was well attended. Fifty or so teachers, administrators and staff chatted about their summer exploits as they drank one dollar draft beers and other happy hour specials.
The faculty was welcoming to me, but much more interested in catching-up with their colleagues. I took the opportunity to mingle.
I reintroduced myself to Maggie Wilson. Maggie is a school guidance counselor. We had met my first day, when she was assigned to explain the workings of her department to the three new student teachers.
Maggie was an attractive woman and in her mid-30's. She was taller than average, with a full curvy figure, short dark hair, piercing eyes and a wide smile. Two rows of gleaming white teeth were framed by full and pouty lips.
Maggie was chatting with Lori Spenser, the school nurse and Bev Littleton, a secretary. After introducing me to both women, they included me in their conversation. The trio quizzed me about life in college, girlfriends, and my first week in the school and other mundane topics.
When Bev excused herself, to use the ladies room, I helped ease her bar stool away from the bar. She smiled, winked and thanked me, as she slid from the stool. Bev had a cute, athletic figure. My practiced eye gauged her to be a size six, with nice legs and a heart shaped bottom. I watched her ass sway as she walked through the bar to the bathroom.
As I brought my attention back to the women, I was met with two conspiratorial smiles.
"Nice ass, for an old lady," Lori teased.
I wanted to agree, whole-heartedly, but instead answered, "Bev isn't old."
"She's got you by fifteen years, Chris. Besides, you didn't answer the question. She's got a nice butt, doesn't she?
Feeling myself begin to blush, I admitted, "She has a very nice figure."
Both women laughed. We knew I hadn't completely answered the question, but they seemed willing to give me a pass.
"Bev's divorce came through, three weeks ago. She's still a little down-in-the-dump," said Maggie.
"Hopefully the start of the school year will keep her busy and active," Lori added.
Not knowing what to say, I just nodded and sipped my beer.
Maggie turned in her stool and looked toward the restrooms, then turned back and said, "Guess what Bev's plans are tonight?"
Before I could think up a snappy answer, Lori slapped Maggie's arm and hissed, "Quiet! You can't tell him that."
As both women laughed, Maggie asked, "Why not? We might be doing her a favor."
Lori gave me a long hard look, from head to toe and started giggling again. She turned to check for Bev's return. "She would kill us," Lori observed.
Both were giggling nervously, when Maggie blurted, "He's a college senior, so I doubt he's a virgin." Both women howled in laughter.
Together, they twisted and glanced toward the bathroom. The coast was still clear. The women looked at each other, giggled again and Lori said, "She planning on getting layed tonight."
With the flood gates open, information poured from the women.
"She hasn't had sex since she was separated," said Maggie.
"It's been over nine months," continued Lori.
I felt like I was at a tennis match, as my head swiveled back and forth between the two.
"She's only been with her ex, for the last twelve years."
"They had great sex, all the time, but he cheated on her and bragged about it. He's a fool and an asshole!"
"They made love four times a week for their entire marriage and now, she's had a nine month dry spell.
"Nothing but her toys."
Suddenly, as if out of breath, Maggie and Lori stopped. I noticed that Bev had left the ladies room and had stopped to say good night to a group from our Poetry Club, who was leaving.
The women followed my gaze and knew we only had a few moments until Bev's return. They gave each other knowing smiles. Lori called to the bartender and ordered a refill for Bev and me.
