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Subject: RICHH:  CHECK, PLEASE
Message-ID: <1992May12.002753.28934@tigger.jvnc.net>
From: richh@tigger.jvnc.net (RICHH)
Date: 12 May 92 00:27:53 GMT
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Junior and senior year of high school I worked as a waiter in
this "retirement community."  It was a good job in that it was four
hours a day after school, the food was good, and most all the
waiters and waitresses there were high school kids.  I got the job
because my best friend James, a brilliant, very-handsome black kid
had been working there a few months and put in a good word for me. 
Most all of the other waiters and waitresses there were Catholic
school kids, the girls all pretty and the boys all clean-cut and
preppie.  James and I stood out because we went to a more
integrated, blue-collar type high school.  And oh how we wanted
those Catholic girls.   
    After we went to college, we continued to work there over
summers.  The summer after my freshman year we were there one
night, setting up the tables for the next night when I noticed two
girls(one new, one who'd been there almost as long as we had) were
talking to James.  He waved me over.
     "Rich.  You got anything going on after work today?"
     "Nope."
     "How's about we take a ride with Lisa and Peggy, pick up some
beers, hang out."
     "Sounds good."
     The girls ran off to finish their tables.  Peggy was short and
very bouncy, an all-state soccer player for her school.  Lisa was
older, taller, more slender, with a "white girl's ass".
     The girls got in the back of my dad's Plymouth Fury III and we
headed out for beer.  Though we were still underage James had been
getting served since he was about sixteen.  I pulled into the lot
of a sleazy-looking bar(lot full of pick-up trucks) and James and
I got out.  We got two sixes of Miller and we were off.  James
opened up two and handed them back to Lisa and Peggy.  No more than
a minute later, before he had even opened up two for us, Peggy
handed hers back over the seat.  It was empty.  
     "Jesus Christ," said Lisa, "lighting a cigarette, We didn't
have anything to eat, slow down a bit.  You don't want to pass out,
do you?"
     "I'll be (hic) fine."
     We pulled in to the back of a rival high school of ours and
drank the beers and talked.  It was a hot, sticky night in
Pennsylvania in July, and the beer disappeared faster than a prom
dress.
     "I'm so glad you and Rich came back for the summer," said
Lisa.  "This place has been dead all year."
     "But all the boys are so pretty," said James.  "So--so--"
     "White," I said.
     "Cheers," said James, and we clinked our bottles.
     Peggy stuck her finger down her throat and feigned a vomit.
     "The worst," she said.  "The worst."
     That Tina Marie song "Love on a Two-Way Street" came on my
boom box and soon we were up and slow-dancing, I with Lisa, James
with Peggy.  
              [...love on a two-way street
               and lost it on a lo-onely high-ighway...]
 
     "That girl can't be all white," said James, about Tina Marie.
     "Yup.  Think so."
     My face was buried in Lisa's neck and my hands nearly
encircled her waist.  Her skin smelled so clean.
     She leaned away from me and said, as my hand slipped from the
small of her back into her maroon waitress skirt.  "I hope you two
realize we're both underage..."
     Peggy laughed and James said, "First of all, Lisa, you were
*never* underaged, and Peggy won't be tomorrow.
     "Oooh."
     So James slipped into the backseat with Peggy, and Lisa and I
were in front.  
     "You know why you guys are so different from--"
     "All those pretty-boys..."
     "Yeah.  Well, you two *talk* about sex and stuff..."
     "In fact," added Peggy.  "That's all you talk about.  Even if
you're talking about something else, it's still sex."
     "Mark and Brian and Tim(other waiters), they're cute and all
and they always want to do it, but they never *talk*..."
     James and Peggy began making out in the back.  Already we
could hear clothes coming off.
     I said to Lisa.  "Talk, eh?  All right, would you like to hear
what we're gonna do?"
     Her eyes were wide and she bit her lower lip and nodded yes.
     "You're going to lie back...Go ahead, lie back."  She did, her
head on the driver's side.  "I'm going to hitch up your skirt--" I
did, and then took off my belt.  "--and I'm going to...give me your
wrists--" She did, and I started to loop the belt around them. 
"...going to tie your hands to the steering wheel..."
     "Oooh," she said, "Keep going."
     "...and I'm going to slide down these panties."  I did, and
handed them to Peggy, who, naked, was straddling James who was on
his back, head on the driver's side.  Peggy took them and held on
to them.
     "...and now I'm going to suck on you until your ears bleed
while you watch Peggy."
     "Oh yeah," said Lisa as I raised her right leg up and let it
hang over the backseat.  She put her other foot up on the dash.  
     As soon as she felt my breath between her legs she gasped and
said, "Mmmm, it's been so long since anyone's done this to me." 
Then she giggled and said "Hi Peggy.  Oooh, nice."
     Lisa's pubic hairs were sparse and golden and she squirmed
against the steering wheel as I licked her furiously.  
     "Ouch," said Peggy.
     I looked up.
     "She kicked me...right in the--"  James moved his hands up
and massaged her breasts, pinching and pulling at her pointy
nipples.  "But it's okay," she added, then patted and placed her
right hand on Lisa's knee. As I resumed going down on Lisa, I
pulled Peggy's hand down as well and as she ground against James
she rubbed the inside of Lisa's thigh.
     "What are you doing?" I heard James ask Peggy.
     "I'm rubbing her  leg."
     "Go lower," said James.  She did, and soon her fingers joined
my lips.
     "Ohmigod," said Peggy.  "I'm touching it.  Ohmigod.  Oh.  My. 
God."
     "Oooh, don't stop," said Lisa.  "That feels wonderful."
     "Hi Lisa," said the sophomore.
     "Unng, hi," said Lisa, who moved her one foot from the dash to
the seat, then used it to help her arch up into the younger girl's
hand, who was able to slide in three fingers easily.
     "Oooh, harder, harder--"
     "How does it feel?" said James.
     "Soft," said Peggy.  "And hot.  Nice."
     I sat up and unzipped my black waiter pants.  I moved Peggy's
hand to Lisa's mons and slid in easily.  Lisa put her left foot on
my shoulder and I felt her toes press hard into the back of my
head.
     "Oh, do it hard.  Do it so hard."
     Soon I was slamming away.  
     Lisa said to Peggy.  "You're going to come soon aren't you?"
     "Uh huh," said Peggy.  "Oh yeah."
     I looked over the seat at them.  James' dark hands stood out
strongly against Peggy's waist where he held her as she moved in
circles on him.  
     "Well, come then.  Just remember, we're all watching you,
Pegs."
     Peggy started chewing on the older girl's heel and scratching
her nails up and down her leg.
     "Oooh," said Lisa.  "Wait for me.  I'm gonna come too."  I
undid the belt from the wheel and Lisa reached up and interlaced
her fingers with Peggy's.  Their breathing soon synchronized and
both girls' knuckles were white from the tightness of their grip.
     "Oh oh oh..."  
     Then Peggy collapsed on James and Lisa let her foot move from
the seat to the floor.
     I leaned forward and kissed Lisa.
     "Oh my," she said.  "You know that's the first time you've
ever kissed me...above the waist."
     After a moment, James said, "Round two?"
     "Absolutely," said Peggy and I together.  I pulled out of Lisa
and helped her sit up.  
     "All right," she said.  "Let's go."
     After we all caught our breath James and I helped the girls do
an awkward over the seat exchange and soon Peggy was lying in
Lisa's spot.
     "Fair's fair," she said as she reached up and pulled Lisa's
hand down to her.
 
RICHH