1. Jazz


    Date: 12/9/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Sisyphus, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    about her appearance. She’d come home from work and the first thing she’d do was pour a drink, take a gulp, let out a loud “ ahh” like she was finally getting some relief. She’d put on Billy or Ella and sit in her chair, smoking. Sometimes we didn’t have dinner until eight or nine, and dishes were left in the sink. I started doing the dishes and doing the dusting and by the time I was fifteen, Mom was always so drunk I’d eat by myself and try to wake her up. It made me angry when she’d drink because I’d come home and have no one to talk to. It was lonely and like living with a ghost. It got so I hated coming home. There was hardly any money coming in. Mom was on welfare and we lived on food stamps. I hardly had any clothes that fit. My jeans were faded and really tight, my shirts were snug, especially around my tits and didn’t even reach to the top of my jeans. The few skirts I had were way to short as I got taller. I noticed how boys at school would look at me and couldn’t keep their eyes off me. I had to admit I had a good body, a nice ass, my tits weren’t huge but they weren’t little bean bags either. At first I was surprised and embarrassed. It felt a little strange, but then, and I hate to admit this—I liked it. It was exciting to be looked at like that. When I was sixteen I got a job as a waitress at Roma’s Pizza and worked there from after school ‘till eleven at night. On Saturdays during the day, I was a cashier at the Save-way Gas Station and Convenience Store. I ...
    worked there until three and headed over to “Roma’s” to work ‘till midnight. Well, I took my first week’s pay and tips and went to this cool thrift store, Second Hand Rose, and got really funky clothes, way different than the preppy girls with their plaid skirts and white blouses. I liked looking sexy. I had long dark hair, halfway down my back and made sure that what I wore caught guy’s attention--stuff like tight jeans, snug tie-dyed t-shirts, low cut peasant blouses. It was the mid-sixties and I became a kind of hippie, though I didn’t know what that was. All I knew was I didn’t want to be like anyone else and I didn’t want to end up like my mom. When it was slow at the Save-way, I’d look at the magazines near the door and see the covers with these sexy looking women wearing practically nothing, but you know, they all looked like Barbie dolls. I wanted to be sexy, but not like that. I’d read articles about some of the actresses and their relationships and wondered if I’d ever have a relationship. I was fascinated by sex and loved playing with myself and wondering what it would be like to really have a man do it to me. Lots of guys flirted with me at the Save-way. Some of them were in their twenties, some a lot older with graying hair, and I liked how they looked at me and asked what I was doing after work Sometimes I’d smile back, give them the eye and never say anything, but in my way I was teasing back. Even though I liked the guys teasing and flirting with me, still it was ...
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