Life moves on, and me along with it I suppose, having finished college and beginning the process of finding a job that at least used my learning's somewhat. Thus far I there had been a surprising lack of opportunities, I even tried an IT related position in the big city for a year, until I found out I was allergic to earth quakes and beat a hasty retreat to the safe confines of the college town. I suppose I had never really committed to the city job, still maintaining the duplex I had spent the last 3 years of college living in, one foot in the city and one foot out.
So I found myself a little at odds, working a few part time jobs to pay the bills, but otherwise finding a great deal of free time on my hands. I was without a steady girlfriend, too jaded to work the bar scene, and completely unmotivated to find real work. It was a Saturday morning and I was sitting on my front porch, sprawled in a lawn chair reading the paper (or trying to), when the phone jangled me out of my funk.
"Alec! How are you!"
"Good Dan, great to hear from you, how is sunny southern California treating you?"
"Fine fine, jobs good, Nina's good (Dan's wife of a year)...all good. And you?"
"Eh...things are good, back in town, left the city, it sucked. Just kicking it now, waiting for something better to come up. So what's up, I know you did not call to inquire about my health?"
"Well, I am calling because we are throwing a party down here next weekend and I would like you to come on down if you are available. Should be a fun party, lots of people, maybe even a few single women, and it's adult themed. You interested? Maybe we can make a week out of it and just hang out, catch up and get some guy-type bucket list things checked off?"
"That sounds pretty darn good. It is getting pretty hot up here, so the cooler weather would be nice, and I am always up for drinking your beer! I will get my schedule cleared and make plans to head down!"
"Great to hear, I'll let Nina know so she can invite more female types to the party. Let me know when you when you are planning on leaving so I can pick you up from the airport when you arrive."
"Will do, talk to you soon"
I hung up feeling a little more upbeat, looking forward to the trip, it would do me good. Packing would be light, all tank tops and shorts, maybe a polo shirt if I wanted to dress up (ya right) and flip flops. Oh, and I would need my running shoes to work off the beer! This promised to be a great trip!
Just then the phone rang again! What is going on, no calls for weeks then twice in the same day? What next, aliens or a Loch Ness sighting? I answered the phone, preparing a sarcastic comment for whoever had called this time, but changed my tone immediately when I heard the sound of crying on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Alec <sniff>?" It was Beth, my long time girlfriend and more over the years, whom I had not seen in quite some time.
"Beth? What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Fucking asshole boyfriend! Bastard cheated on me the son of a bitch!" Inside I was nothing but surprised, who would step out on her in his right mind? "Could I crash at your place for a while, until I can find other arrangements?"
"Of course! You know you don't even need to ask Beth! Are you okay...do I need to kick the guys ass?"
"I'm okay, more upset with myself than anything, I just need to get out of here, move my stuff to storage in the meantime. This is just such a hassle"
"Tell you what, let me head on over to you and give you a hand, I have nothing on my plate today, or even this weekend."
"You sure, I would really appreciate it but I don't want to drag you into this on your day off"
"Nonsense, give me the directions, I'll be right over"
She gave me the address, which I committed to memory, threw on some swim trunks and a tank top, then headed out the door. It was definitely starting to warm up and our town had some seriously high humidity, so after I burned my legs on the hot seat of my truck, I basically sweated my way over to where Beth was. When I arrived, Beth was sitting forlornly on a pile of boxes waiting for me to get there...and no sight of the boyfriend, no ex-boyfriend. The douche had not even shown up to help.
"So, want to trash his place?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"No, I just want to get out of here and be done with it. He is not worth it." As she said it though, I could tell that it still hurt from the look in her eyes, but I also say the beginnings of a bit of anger too. "But if we stay here much longer, I might change my mind!"
"Well, probably better happening now rather than later, before any real commitment." I added wisely (pffft)
I guess I should describe Beth. Beth was looking pretty damn stunning as always, wearing cutoff's and a yellow tank top, really showing off the summers tan. She was firm in all the right places and soft in those that needed to be, having gorgeous long legs and a killer ass...one which still haunted all of my "fun" dreams. Her breasts are C cup, but full and proud, with little sag. She kept in good shape (and tanned) due to her life guarding job, which she had not given up yet, even though she too had graduated college.
As we began moving boxes to the truck, it was impossible not to notice that her breasts were swinging free without the support of a bra, and when she bent down to pick up a box I could definitely tell that they were indeed free. Yum...followed closely by drool and a libido dance.
We quickly finished loading, chatting away like we always had, comfortable with each other, though I was having a difficult time concentrating on anything but the way she was looking. We hopped in the truck, both dancing back out for a moment due to the hot seats, but laughing got back in and pulled away. The storage place was on the other end of town, so I stopped off at a liquor store for some ice, beer and wine coolers before getting on the highway.
We had slipped into our old comfortableness with each other like a favorite t-shirt, so she was at ease talking out the last of the frustration she had with her ex, able to get it off her chest and vent. I just listened, more than a little irritated at the idiot she had been dating, but smart enough not to make any judgement where it probably was not needed. By the time we arrived, she was pretty relaxed about the whole thing, ready to start another chapter of her life...no regrets. To myself I was hoping she was entering the revenge phase, hopefully I would be able to help her through it (thats what friends do right?), but I kept that close to the chest.
We groaned as we got out of the truck, as the heat was intense. The north end of the town was pretty dry and far from the river, so no humidity, but also no shade of any kind. We quickly cracked open a beer/wine cooler respectively, clinked the bottles together and got to work. We had to reorganize her locker a bit to make room for the new boxes, but that went pretty quickly. After the first drink, we both loosened up a bit and soon there was a little grab assing going on, literally.
There is nothing quite as fun as goosing a woman with a fine, rounded ass, and hers was spectacular. The first goose caught her completely by surprise as she was bending over to set a box down on the ground. She squealed loudly and I received a quick playful slap, "Fresh!". The cutoffs showed plenty of cheek when she bent over so I simply could not resist goosing her again at each opportunity that presented itself. So far I had not caught sight of anything resembling underwear, so either it was a very thin thong, or like her lack of a bra, she was not wearing any.
While we were resorting the boxes, the office manager drove up and informed us she was heading out to do some errands, so could we make sure that the gate closes behind us when we left? We assured her we would and got back to work. Like most typical California summer days, this one was no exception as it was getting hotter by the minute. We were sweating profusely even though we were not in the direct sun as the storage units were like little ovens. We of course cracked open a few more drinks to help keep the heat at bay.
Beth's tank top looked like she had stepped right out of a wet t-shirt contest, her breasts and nipples clearing showing through the nearly opaque shirt. I of course could not resist brushing up against them when I could, causing the nipples to harden visibly under her shirt, trying to poke through the thin material. I also changed tactics with my goosing, going for quality not quantity, though Beth's protests had pretty much ceased, in fact she was even wiggling her ass when I goosed her at times.
Sorting done, we began to move the boxes in from the truck, going from sun to hot shade. We quickly got them moved into the storage locker, whereupon Beth drug out a couple of suitcases to pack things she would need for the stay at my place. Beth bent over at the waist to sort through one rather heavy box full of clothing, placing both hands on the box to shift it slightly, presenting that wonderful backside for my viewing pleasure. I could not resist going for the mother of all gooses, the opportunity was simply too good. This time, as I reached to grab her ass, I instead opened my hand so my fingers slid forward, expecting to graze across the underside of her shorts before I grabbed her between my thumb and fingers. At the last moment her hips shifted slightly and a slight gap appeared between her ass and the shorts, through which my fingers slid, immediately sliding across the lips of her pussy, which were actually quite wet.
