The Fox, the mother hen, and the innocent prey. A true story.
Home for the Thanksgiving holiday, my mother informed me that she and dad were throwing a New Years party, and that she wanted me to be the bartender.
“Mom, why not hire a real bartender?”
“Because your dad says that we spent too much on this party. And you know more about social drinking than we do. And I want you to be able to meet everyone at the party.”
Well. two out of three ain’t bad. Dad took mom to their Senior Prom, danced two or three dances with her, then disappeared and shot craps with his buddies. One drink was all dad could handle, and mom got tipsy on a small glass of Mogan David wine. And the truth is that I did not know most of the people who would be at the party. And I knew much more about drinking than they could imagine.
So I bought a book on mixing drinks, made out a list of items I would need, practiced during the five weeks leading into the party. We had moved to this area when I finished High school, and this new house was spacious enough for at least 60 people. They started to arrive about 8:30 and the big rush came about an hour later. As it thinned out I began regrouping my bar supplies when a voice said,
“You’re awfully young to be a bartender.” I looked up.
Standing there was the most Cougarish, Vixenish Hottie i had ever seen. She was about 5’4”, 120 lbs., black hair with a white streak through it, and a body that looked like it was firm and lush. She wore a black off-shoulder sheath cut just above her knees, a zebra striped bolero jacket, and black stiletto toeless shoes. I placed her in her mid 40s. And she stared at me with very blue eyes and a devilish smile. I pulled myself together and replied “I’m Earl, and what would you like?”
I swear that she licked her lips before saying “What do you think I might enjoy?”
“Personally, I drink Scotch” I answered. She giggled and asked “How do you drink it?”
“Shot glass and neat” as I began to pour the drink for her.
You’re kidding. You don’t do….” She stopped the giggly bit when I poured a second shot, picked it up and held it up to do a toast. Our glasses linked and I shot mine down. She sipped at her’s.
“What’s your name?” i queried. “Just call me Kit.”, and she turned and walked away.
Over the next two hours I kept busy and it was nice when Kit came back for another shot, and we would toast each other. As the New Year approached, Kit came to the bar and I suggested she try a small bucket (double shot). She stayed close and when the New Year began, she came behind the bar and kissed me, just using a little light swish of her tongue across my lips, and I responded likewise. Folks began leaving about 12:45 and everyone was on their way, except for one. Kit was passed out on one of the sofas. Mom went into a tizzy.
“What will we do now? Where’s your dad?
“Relax mom. It’s four hours past dad’s bedtime. I’ll get her home.”
“But she’ll have to come get her car.”
“No mom. I’ll drive her car so that she has it if needed. I can walk home. Besides, the weather is fair and I’ve been stuck behind that bar all night and need some exercise.”
So we got Kit into the car, had a map and location of her home, and away we flew. It was a little less than six miles and I parked in the parking space for her condo. I got her arms around my neck and pulled her to her feet. Of course, her body slammed directly into mine, and did that feel wonderful. I turned her facing the walkway with her right arm around my neck and my left arm around her waist. She was hardly awake but could move her legs, so we went up the walk when she kind a tripped and my left arm came up and I had a fist full of her breast. And it was bare. The shoulders of her dress had fallen and she wore no bra. There was a bench outside the door of her condo, and I sat her down on it while I opened her door.
When I turned around I had a clear view of those amazing globes and wished so much that I could feast upon them. Pulling her to her feet, I got her to the doorway that had a step up. We couldn’t fit side by side and this would have been a different pull up because her feet had to raise. So I got behind, held her by the waist and reached below her to raise one leg and then the other. As soon as both feet were up, i raised my arms under her arms and above her breasts, then pushed with my pelvis against her butt. I can only now imagine what she would have felt if she woke up. But to an eighteen year old virgin boy it felt WONDERFUL.
Once inside, I laid her down on a sofa. I took one last look and a little kiss on each nipple, and pulled her dress back on her shoulders. Then a blanket to keep her from being chilled, and a pitcher of water and a glass for when she awoke. There was a small lamp on an end table that I turned on in case it was dark where she woke she would recognize where she was. I made certain that the door was locked after I closed it, and walked home. Thought about the events that had transpired all the way.
Now some of you may saying “Why didn’t you tap that” or “Are you a wuss”. You haven’t heard the rest of the story. Keep reading.
Ten weeks later I came home for Spring Break. Mom had picked up forms and material for me to apply for a job where she worked. she also made me an appointment to talk to the Personnel Director. So I filled out the forms and went to the HR office. The secretary checked and showed me into the Director’s Office. I thanked the secretary and turned toward the Director’s desk, and my heart stopped. It was Kit. I gingerly walked to her desk, sat, and the interview went smoothly. It was never “Kit”, but Miss Hobbs. At the end she asked if I had any preference of jobs, to which I said no. She
thanked me for coming in and I started toward the door. Then it fell.
“How did I get home on New Years?” No use faking it, but as I told her the story I omitted some of the visual and tactile occurrences. As I watched her face, her expression changed from one of questioning to one of mild pleasure. She said “Well don’t worry. I’m thinking of several position I’d like to try you at.”
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Hopefully that was not the end