"Oh!" She gasped. She didn't know she was saying it.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Her whole body shook. She knew she was coming. She was in ecstasy! She was in love!
Their bodies relaxed and he lowered himself onto her gently. As they lay in each other's arms their breathing returned to normal.
With her loving cousin beside her, Kay felt totally comfortable. It was a long way from her first sexual experience with Davey. That seemed to have happened to a different girl.
Kay's mind drifted over the events of the past few days, the whirlwind of excitement and adventure she'd been through. It didn't seem real to her that she'd actually gone straight from being a virgin to an incestuous relationship. She had learned fast! Good or bad, she was experienced now. She might become a respectable middle-class wife with a home and a stove and a garden who haunted the supermarket to shop for bargains. But she had paid her dues, by God!
CHAPTER THREE
Kay continued to think about her future in the next few days. Davey had to go to two weeks of summer camp as part of his Naval Reserve status. She was alone during the long hot July days.
"Why don't you get a job, Kay?"
It was her mother's suggestion. She knew her daughter was nervous and brooding about the future; she needed something to take her mind off herself.
"Go out and go to work. It doesn't matter what the job is, you just need to keep busy. It'll keep you from thinking about yourself."
"What job could I get so late in the summer?"
"Every restaurant and bar in town needs help; even if they only take you on part time. If you don't like it you can quit. Kay, you've got to do something, you're driving me crazy! Now go out and get a job."
An unsavory place called The Pit Stop had a sign in its window that a cocktail waitress was needed. Her father had once referred to the joint as "sleazy", but when she asked her mother if she cared if she applied for the waitress position her mother said anything would be preferable to having her mope around the house like a love-sick adolescent. Kay applied.
The owner was a short squat man with a thick black mustache. He was a foreigner but she could not determine from where he came; his accent was nondescript to the untrained ear. His name was Green so she knew he had changed it from something else. He smoked a cigar.
"Girls here wear shorts. Let's see your stems."
Feeling like something sold in a live bait store, Kay put her feet together, stood up and pulled her shirt high.
"Higher."
She hiked it up more.
"Higher, babushka. Your ass should show a little, your back will be to customers a lot."
Smarting inwardly, Kay complied and lifted her skirt till her panties showed.
"That's good, babushka, your quim's gotta nice shape."
Kay had never heard the term "quim" before and didn't know what it meant, but she knew enough not to inquire. She let her skirt fall.
"You're hired."
After her first four-hour shift she was exhausted and her feet were swollen. She thought she was walking on two watermelons. By the end of the night it was all she could do to get home to soak her aching feet and go to bed with two aspirins.
By the fourth day she felt fine and actually punched her time card feeling as if she could go out and have fun, she had so much energy left.
"Hay, Ruby, babushka, come into my office, I wanna see you about somethin'."
Kay took off her work shoes and put on her high-heeled sandals with the ankle straps. She noticed as she closed the door inside his office that Green was looking at her feet. There was a gleam in his eye. It crossed her mind that her boss had a foot fetish. He was all but licking his lips.
Green pointed to a chair and she sat down, carefully crossing her legs so he couldn't look up her skirt; she suspected he was the type of man who would do that sort of thing. She wished he'd get to the business at hand, whatever it was. She felt uneasy under his intense stare. It wasn't just that he was looking at her with intent eyes, it was the nervous way he kept twitching his fingers as if he were anxious to get his hands on her.
"How about a drink to calm you down after all those grabby drunks?"
Before she had an opportunity to accept or decline, he was pouring booze into two glasses.
"Thanks," she said with a touch of sarcasm which was lost on her single-minded employer.
"Drink it fast, I've got something on my mind."
She knew what it was, too.
"You dirty middle-aged man," she smiled.
"You know why I asked you in here, don't you?"
"No, Mr. Green."
"Ah, come off it, big tits, you've noticed me eyeing you. Nice stems, good bod and jugs like a German barmaid; you're sensational looking! I just gotta taste your cunt!"
"Mr. Green!"
"Stop acting shocked. Why do you think the job's available during this bad economic period? I like a quick changeover in my girls. I like variety and so do the customers. You gonna give me a little?"
"Mr. Green," Kay said, rising to her feet, "I don't need this job. I don't need any job. And I certainly don't need you!"
"Who's talking about need? I'm talking about wanting. I want you and frankly I think you could use the experience. I've noticed when the customers make a pass at you half the time you don't even get it."
Green had hit a sore point. True, she was inexperienced. Davey had complained about it. She looked at her boss. He was no beauty but his head was on straight.
"Kay, I dig big-titted cunts and you're driving me out of my gourd. Put out for me, you might like it."
"I think I'd better leave."
Kay looked at him; every instinct told her to bolt for the door, but something in his eyes held her still. She tried to move her legs; they wouldn't budge. His eyes were fixed on her with a terrible intensity. They were burning into her soul and she knew why – he had told the truth, she was ashamed of her inexperience. Repulsive or not, she was going to play his game; she owed that much to Davey.
"You won't hurt?"
"Shit, no, I like my women coming back for seconds."
Smiling for the first time, he undid his tie and quickly began pulling his clothes off.
Green was across the room from her. His eyes were glazed with lust. Naked, he held his hard cock out and played with it as he drank in the promise of her beautiful body. Kay smiled and let her skirt fall from her hips. In a moment she was naked, too.
His eyes roamed up and down her nakedness. He gestured toward his desk.
"Kay, lean back with your arms behind you and support yourself by your arms with your palms down. On my desk. That's right."
Kay stretched her body. Her big tits rolled to the sides.
"Beautiful, you hot snatch. Slide your ass forward until your pretty little cunt is right at the edge of the desk. That's right, let your legs hang down but spread them wide apart. You take directions well."
Green had walked away from her toward the wall and turned. His cock had jumped to a new hardness when he saw her open cunt inviting him.
"Babe, you're something!" The enthusiasm in his voice was an added aphrodisiac to her.
Drooling a little at the prospect of fucking her exciting love-slit, he purposely heightened his excitement by running his hands lewdly back and forth on his long, rock-hard cock as he walked toward her, slowly, deliberately. When his hips moved in smoothly along the insides of her knees, he took his left hand off his prick, crooked his hand under her right knee, and lifted her right thigh up high so that he could slide his cock easily into her.
The second the sensitive tip end of his cock touched the soft flesh folds of her wet cunt, the most exquisite sensations of pleasure rippled through his body. A similar, equally intensive feeling rocked Kay. She drew in her breath lustfully as she felt the blunt end of the solid cock press demandingly against her cunt.