1. The Hangout


    Date: 11/3/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, First Time, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 89.1, Source: sexstories.com

    Check back here in an hour. I may have a little fuckin’ surprise.” We went into the eerily lit hall already filling with kids shouting to each other over the shrieking guitar music or moving to the rhythm of the drums. People milled about, pointing out details and scenes in Martha’s strange paintings. She pulled me close to yell in my ear. “I’m really wasted.” I mouthed back, “Me too.” “Let’s walk around,” she shouted. We meandered about the room, looking at her work yet again and eavesdropping on people commenting on it. “They love it!” I yelled in her ear. She motioned me to follow her to a corner of the huge room, an area where the blare of the sound system wasn’t as harsh. “I’m so fucked up. That was a hell of a long walk,” she said. “Let’s get something to drink.” We went to the snack bar and took large sodas back to our corner to sit cross-legged on the floor. “I’m so happy I don’t know what to do,” she said. “Cry? Laugh? Strip naked and run around the room screaming for joy?” “Crying doesn’t sound like fun, and running around naked and screaming is kinda conspicuous. Lots of work, too. I’d pay to watch, but I should probably vote for laughing.” She punched me playfully. Then she leaned against me and rested her head on my shoulder. “We did this.” “You did this.” “I put paint up there, but if you hadn’t built scaffolding, brought me everything I needed, and given me moral support, nothing would have happened.” She squeezed my hand. “I’ll never forget this.” I ...
    checked my watch. “We should probably look for the boss man and find out about this surprise.” We struggled to our feet and made our way to the main door. He was standing outside smoking a cloves cigarette. “Martha! Everyone fuckin’ loves your work! You think the crowd tonight is good? Wait till you see the write-up in tomorrow’s newspaper! It talks about the whole fuckin’ place, but the big thrust of the article is the art. There’s nothing like this anywhere. I made sure the fuckin’ reporter got your name right. Call me Monday. I’m making a list of people you should contact for jobs. Maybe you can do some work on breaks during the fuckin’ school year. I’m sure you can fill next summer. Say the word, and I’ll find you fuckin’ jobs.” “You don’t have to do all that!” Martha said. “No, but I want to. I’ve opened other clubs, but nothing like this, and nothing with this much fuckin’ potential. Your art is the big difference here. Don’t know what your plans are after college, but you could make a fuckin’ career out of this kind of work.” “Never really thought about it, you know? I always worked small before. My paintings let people see through a little window into my world. Here, they can join me in it.” He laughed. “You’re really fucked up, aren’t you?” “Not as bad as before, but yeah.” “Told ya! Remember I said I might have a surprise? Hold out your fuckin’ hands, both of you.” He gave us each a small brownie wrapped in cellophane. “They’re made with the same pot. You’ll get really ...
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