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

    shit I took in the gym showers?” “Here we are, two years later. Half those girls are fat, pregnant, or both, so you win. We never played that silly game anyway.” “You mean the boy/girl thing?” “Yeah. I mean, I see you as a girl, but not as a sex object, if that makes sense.” “I’m well aware I have a figure like a boy. Not sure how insulted I should feel hearing you agree.” “That’s not what I meant! You’re very feminine! I mean … I think I just stuck my foot in my mouth.” “To the knee. C’mon. You’re good with words. Talk your way out of this one.” “Our friendship doesn’t involve the shape of your body. Sex isn’t what we’re about.” “So you wouldn’t have sex with me.” “Martha, if we weren’t such good friends I would have tried already. You’re very attractive. But with us, I don’t know. It would change things, wouldn’t it?” “Probably, if we let it,” she agreed. I turned on the white lights again, and we continued working. Martha kept me busy cleaning equipment when she changed colors. By the end of the day, her scene was amazingly life-like. She helped me clean up for the night, and we admired her work for a minute under black light before we left. The following morning, I assembled the rest of the scaffolding while she added detail to the scene from the day before. By lunch break, she was done. “I want a cheese steak, fries, and a soda,” she said. “There’ll be something rolled up to help our appetites by the time you get back.” We smoked on the scaffolding like the day before ...
    and ate lunch under black light, wandering around the building inspecting the first part of her masterpiece. “Whadya think?” she asked. “The dragon looks alive.” “Turn on the strobes, Jeremy.” Lightning bolts flashed from the clouds, smoke billowed from the angry dragon’s nostrils, and fire shot from its mouth in the slashing rain, all of it animated by dancing beams of hot light. “Whoa! Far out, Martha! I always love your work, but this may be the best yet.” “Can you imagine hundreds of kids our age in here? This is gonna be THE hook-up spot in this town.” “Guys and chicks showing up alone and leaving together?” “Yeah,” she said. “Too bad the motel up the street is expensive for a college kid’s budget.” “There’s always the back seat of a car.” “Nah, that’s no good. They’re putting up new outside lights for security. With just the black lights it’ll be darker in here. Plus,” she deadpanned, “you can see all the girls’ white bras.” “One of the reasons I love black lights,” I grinned. Then I looked at her. There was nothing white showing under her tee shirt. She followed my gaze. “Now you’re wondering if I wore a colored bra today.” “You mentioned it.” “My bras are all white. It’s not like I need one for support, and I can move better without it. Yesterday I was stretching a lot and tugging my damn bra back into place all the time. I’m more comfortable braless. Besides, if I don’t wear one, I don’t have to wash it.” I couldn’t help looking at her chest. She chuckled. “Obviously, ...
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