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Miss Miller worked for the same retailer I did when I first went to work at age 16. She was a middle aged, average looking office clerk, while I was a stock person. I said hello a few times to her, as she came in to the store and headed to the office.
By the time I was 18, I was trusted enough to open and close the store as well as being trained to run it. By then, Miss Miller was doing her office work from her motherâs home. Her mother had become bedridden and needed her daughterâs constant care. She very rarely went out of her house, so it became my job to take her to work and pick up the finished product. I always did it at the end of my shift so the amount of time I spent away from the store wasnât an issue.
Miss Miller had no children and was not married, why I do not know. Whenever I came to her motherâs house, she would cheerfully greet me and offer me a soda or some snacks. I never saw her in a bad mood. She would pump me for the latest gossip in the store, and tell me any, if she had some. After a short period of time, I found myself looking forward to seeing her. No matter how bad my day was, she could always cheer me up.
By that Christmas, Miss Millerâs mother had passed away, and she inherited the house. The office in the store had been redone and they had made no provision for Miss Miller to return. She had sold her car for cash, so I became the person to bring her work and schlep her around. The owner decided to allow her to continue to work from home.
Once a week, I would bring a huge box of manufacturerâs coupons to her, besides the bookwork. They needed to be sorted by brand and then by product, totaled and sealed in an envelope to be returned for redemption, to each manufacturer. I had never done it before, but I could tell it was a Herculean task. One day, I showed up with two boxes. That was the closest I ever came to seeing the smile leave her face.
After offering me the usual, and my declining, I started to say goodbye.
âBen, do you think I could talk you into coming over here tomorrow, to help me with these? The boss always wants these in the mail on Monday morning and I just donât think I can do by myself, this week. Iâll order lunch or dinner. Whatever you want,â she said, almost in a begging tone.
âIf youâll let me watch the football games,â I said.
âWhatever, I just need the help.â
âWhat time?â
âAnytime after 10:00,â she said.
âOkay, Miss Miller, Iâll see you after 10:00.â
It was playoff time, and I had no intentions of missing any games.
Around 10:30 Saturday morning, I knocked on Miss Millerâs door.
âAh, Ben, great!â she said, as she opened the door.
âHi, Miss Miller,â I said as I entered.
âHey Ben, I know your just trying to be polite, but youâre an adult now. Call me Dawn,â
âAre you sure?â I asked.
âIâm not that much older than you. Iâm 39 and young at heart,â she said in her upbeat attitude.
âOkay. What do I have to do?â
She showed me what she had started. Separate piles for different manufacturers. We finished it in two hours.
âThat wasnât so hard,â I said.
âWhoa, sport!â she laughed. âThat was the easy part.â
She was right. We now had to sort each master pile by individual products and provide copies of invoices to prove we had bought enough product to cover the number of coupons we were redeeming.
She turned on the first game for me as we went to work on the first pile. It was in the third quarter by the time we finished it. By the time we finished the second pile, the second game was at half time.
âSorry I talked you into this?â asked Dawn.
âNo, itâs just that my back is starting to ache from bending over the tables here,â I said, as I rubbed my lower back.
âHang in there,â she said, like a pep talk.
We finished the next two piles by the time the second game was over. There were three left.
âIf you help me with the largest pile there, Iâll order anything you want and get you a beer,â she said, âIâll do the last two tomorrow, myself.â
âLetâs do it,â I said, as I attacked the big pile.
We finished at 8:45. My back really hurt.
âOkay, Ben, what do you want?â beamed Dawn.
âI think I just want to go home,â I said, as I tried to straighten up.
âOh no you donât,â she said, wagging a finger at me. âI told you that I was ordering for you and I mean it.â
âHow about pizza?â
âIâd order live lobster for you and you want pizza?â
âOkay, give me a second,â I said, as she tapped her foot. âHow about seafood?â
âOh, great idea! Seafood Jerryâs makes a great dungenous crab leg dinner with all the trimmings and delivers. All you have to do is boil the legs so theyâre fresh. Sound good?â she asked, excitedly.
âAbsolutely,â I replied.
She went into kitchen to make the call. When she returned, she was carrying two Miller beers. I looked at her and she said, âNo relation. If I was, I wouldnât be sorting coupons!â
I took a few sips and set it down. I moved around the sofa a bit, trying to relieve the pain in my back.
âBack still hurt?â asked Dawn.
âYeah, itâs just more of an annoyance than real pain,â I said as I continued moving around.
âLay down on your stomach,â said Dawn. âI used to be chiropractic assistant.â
I laid down on my belly, and she started to work on my back. Iâve got to admit, she had my back feeling great in a short period of time.
âFeel better?â she said as she patted my back.
âYeah, thanks, Dawn,â I said as I sat back up.
âThese fingers can work wonders,â she said, wiggling them in my face.
âWell, they did with my back,â I replied.
I finished my beer and the food arrived. Dawn took the crab legs out to the kitchen and dropped them in a large pot of water she already had boiling. She opened the fridge and pulled out two more beers.
âBeer and sea food, a new food group,â she said tapping her beer with my own.
As she set the table and laid out the fixings, I looked at Dawn with fresh eyes. Yes, she was middle aged. To an 18 year old, middle age meant Mom. Still, Dawn had some nice qualities. She had green eyes, dark blond curly hair that barely touched her shoulders, some middle age spread around the caboose, and larger then average breasts. She caught me looking at those breasts.
âWhat, did I get something on me?â she said, as she looked down and brushed the front of her sweatshirt.
âI thought you did,â I lied. âThere you got it.â
âThanks,â she said as she plated the legs.
We devoured the dinner and went back to the living room.
âDo you want to watch TV, Ben?â she asked hopefully.
âI think itâs getting late,â I said, looking at the time.
âTodayâs Saturday. You donât have to go back to work until Monday. If you get tired, I have three unoccupied rooms that you can use to crash. Plus I have a whole case of untouched beer out there.â
I lived by myself in a small apartment, so I wasnât hurting anyone by failing to go home. She really looked like she wanted company. I guess with her mother gone, she was getting lonely.
âAlright,â I said, and she looked like she was going to clap.
She sat down next to me, turned on the TV and found some kind of âfright nightâ movie. As each gory scene came and went, Dawn moved closer and closer to me. By the time the second movie came on, she had her arm wrapped around my head and was crushing her face in my chest each time a monster came on the screen.
âWhy do you watch these things if they scare you so much?â I asked.
âThese movies are great,â she said. âTheyâre even better at a drive-in. You can hear all the girls screaming from all the cars,â she said giggling and hiding her face.
A commercial came on.
âIâll be back in a moment,â she said, as she headed to the bathroom.
I got up and got two more beers. If she didnât want hers I would be more than happy to drink it for her. I took off my shoes and sweater and sat back down on the sofa.
âOh, good, you got me another one,â she said as she opened her beer.
âIâm glad to see you finally decided to stay a while.â
She had changed into a robe and a pair of fuzzy slippers with bunny heads on top. I had no clue as to what was under that robe, but she was showing some major cleavage down the middle. Again. I had trouble keeping my eyes north.
She went to the kitchen and got two more beers.
âIt will save a run,â she said, as she stood in front of me and handed me the beer.
My face was 2 feet from the exposed portion of her breasts. I looked away as if I were trying to watch the TV, and she plopped herself back down as close as she could to me.
The commercial ended and again a monster appeared and Dawn grabbed my left arm as she hid her face in my neck. Her breasts were straddling my arm. âNo bra,â I thought.
When she started to watch the movie again, I took that straddled arm and put it around her. She immediately snuggled herself next to me, mashing her large breasts into my side. Her robe had opened enough for me to see all the way down past her breasts to her abdomen below. The bottom of her robe had parted enough for me to tell that, if she were wearing anything under it, it could only be skimpy panties.
We finished our beers and opened the ones she brought out.
âSee, saved a trip,â she said as she tried to snuggle herself right through me.
I had no idea what was going through her mind. Was she just truly happy to have a friend there, or was she trying to seduce me? I didnât want to ruin our friendship and I definitely didnât want any rumors going back to the store, so I ignored her mashing breasts and roaming hand.
Unfortunately, my 18 year old male appendage had itâs own mind. It was getting very hard from her constant attention to me.
Another commercial came on. I excused myself to the bathroom. When I came out, she had four more beers and had pretty much let her robe open to the point that it was barely covering her nipples and privates.
She motioned for me to sit first, and plopped herself on my lap, as she opened both our beers.
âOh, whatâs this,â she said, as she wiggled her ass on my manhood.
âOkay,â I said, as I forced my way to my feet, almost spilling her on the floor. âTime for me to leave.â
âNo wait! Iâm sorry, Ben,â she said, as she retied her robe, and grabbed my arm to stop me. âI didnât mean anything by it. It was the beer talking. I really like you and donât want this to come between us. Okay? Please? Stay a while longer. Iâll be good. Please?â she said, ready to cry.
I saw the tears ready to flow. I sighed and sat back down on the sofa. She sat back down next to me, but not as close as before. She drank her beer and I gulped mine. She opened another for me.
âIâm tired of being alone. I need to get to know someone first before I let myself feel comfortable. Iâm comfortable with you. Iâm sorry,â she said, as a tear rolled down her cheek.
âCome on, Dawn,â I said, wiping away the tear. âIt was unexpected. Iâm usually the one to make the first move, like the old arm around the shoulder and grab a boob,â I said as I mimicked squeezing a boob with my hand in her face. âThatâs second base. You went right for third base, probably leading to home base later.â
She chuckled a little when I had my hand squeezing the air.
âIâm sorry. Like I said, itâs the beer taking hold, and the fact that Iâve been celibate for almost ten years now.â
âTen years,â I said.
She nodded her head.
âTen years ago, I was still drawing with crayons,â I said, trying to get her to laugh.
It worked. She giggled and gave me a hug. We chugged our beer, and had a belching contest. Dawn was really pretty cool.
We found some really bad movie on one of the UHF stations and we took turns taunting it. As we had our fun, Dawn had moved a little closer again. This time, I felt it was simply to be nearer to me.
I had my arm around her, and during one of the badly acted love scenes, I reached around and grabbed a boob.
She slowly turned her head and looked at me.
âSecond base,â I said.
She opened the top of her robe for me, and showed me her middle-aged double D-cup breasts. They were soft and full with large nipples that were quickly becoming erect.
âTheyâre all yours,â she purred.
I had had a few girlfriends that let me play with their boobs before. Most of them had A or B cups that varied in firmness. I never felt the softness that these two boobs had. She was looking at me with a grin on her face. When I looked at her, the grin turned into a wide smile.
âI forgot what it was like to be 18,â she said. âYou have to do things in order. Kind of like a ritual,â she said as she smiled at me.
Meanwhile, my 18-year-old cock was awake and struggling to free itself. I shifted in my seat.
âSomething wrong?â she asked, as she moved closer to my face with her own. She looked into my eyes and closed her mouth over mine.
Iâve French kissed a few times. She wasnât playing with my tongue; she was making love to my tongue. She swirled and sucked on me. Her hand found itâs way behind my head, as she continued her ten-year overdue assault on my mouth.
She broke the kiss, and asked me, âDo you like them?â crushing my hand into her breasts.
âYes,â I managed with my voice breaking.
âThis is third base,â she said, covering my mouth again, grabbing my free arm, and moving my hand to her womanhood.
I had only done that once before. Dawn was very hairy, (this was the â70s) and very wet. I found the opening and ran my finger along it. She almost bit my tongue. She blasted me with air from her nostrils, as I twiddled her clit. She held a lock on my mouth with hers.
She shifted in her seat to allow me better access to her womanhood, (which would have been great if I knew what I was doing). I just twiddled and moved my fingers around based on the way she reacted. Soon she broke the kiss and whispered into my ear that she was cumming. Her grip on me became like a vise, and her body shook as she sounded like she was crying in my ear.
I withdrew my hand and gave her a hug.
âAre you okay?â I asked.
âOh yeah,â she said, as she kind of giggled and shook the hair out of her face. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.
âIâve been waiting ten years for that,â she said. âIâm glad it was you.â
âGlad I could help,â I said like I was talking to a customer.
She covered her mouth and started to laugh.
âOh my God!â she said through her hand. âI canât believe what we just did!â she said as she buried her head and hand in my chest, laughing herself silly.
She looked back up at me a second and I gave her the âWhat?â look. She almost fell off the sofa, laughing. The beer really had kicked in now.
âMaybe we should put you in bed before you hurt yourself,â I said as I stood up.
She stopped giggling long enough to say, âOnly if you come with me.â
âI think Iâll take a rain check on that,â I said, walking her to her bedroom.
âNo, no, no, I donât want you to leave,â she whined.
âIâll be in the next room,â I said as she tumbled into her bed.
I covered her and tucked her in.
âPromise me youâll be here in the morning,â she implored me.
âIâll be right next door,â I said, as I closed her door.
I started to strip to my boxers and wondered if I was doing the right thing by staying. I wasnât really sure if the beer tonight fueled the whole incident, or she truly was lonely and liked me. I hoped that she wasnât going to brain me in the morning. I found myself really liking her more than just a friend. I wrestled with the idea of leaving before she got up.
I decided to accept whatever happened in the morning. I laid down, closed my eyes and dreamed of Dawn.
I woke to the smell of coffee and bacon. âI still have my brains,â I thought to myself. I dressed and checked the time. It was 11:15. I headed out to the kitchen.
Dawn was in her robe and bunny heads and cooking up a storm. Without asking, she filled a mug of coffee and plopped it down on the table in front of me. She didnât look at me and didnât say anything.
âOh, great,â I thought.
She filled two plates with eggs, bacon and toast and set them down on the table. She sat down and so did I.
âBen,â she started, âI want to thank you very much for all the help you gave me on the coupons yesterday. Iâll have the remainder done this afternoon. I couldnât have done it without you.â
âYour welcome,â I said, feeling very relieved that she was talking to me, even though she wasnât looking at me.
âI need to know something, Ben,â she said, seriously.
I just looked at my plate.
âAre things going to get weird between us, now?â she asked, finally looking at me.
âShould they be?â I answered, looking back at her.
âI meant what I said last night. I feel comfortable around you. I like you very much, maybe too much. Youâve been nothing but good to me. I know that things got out of hand last night, but Iâm not sorry. If you want to act like nothing happened, Iâll understand,â she said as her eyes turned down to her plate.
I played with my food as I thought of something to say. She liked me. She wasnât mad at me. She was happy about last night. Sheâs a good person, and always cheers me up. She owned her own home, and had a good job. She was cute for her age, had a nice body, caboose and all, and made a damn good breakfast. I hadnât dated any other girl that could meet all these qualifications. I came to the realization, that I did indeed like Dawn. In fact, I liked her a lot. I didnât want things to get weird. I wanted to develop our relationship.
âActually, I was hoping that things might start heating up,â I said.
A smile formed on her face. She covered her mouth as she started to giggle and her eyes watered up. She sniffled, wiped away the tears and looked up at me.
âMe too,â she whispered, reaching across the table and taking my hands into hers. âMe too.â
I decided to stay and help her with the rest of the coupons, as long as she let me watch the other two playoff games. We finished them before the second game started.
âWell. Are you going to go home, or stay and watch the second game,â she asked.
âI kind of need a change of clothes,â I said.
âYou mean you donât have any clothes in your trunk for just such an emergency?â she asked, truly shocked.
âNow that you mention it, I do.â I said, as I remembered I had a new set of sweats that I never got out of the trunk. I went out into the cold and retrieved them.
âShit, itâs cold out there.â I said.
âThatâs what coats are for,â she hollered from the kitchen. (Sounding a lot like my mother).
I noticed the aroma of sliced onions floating in the air.
âWhat are you doing?â
âMaking dinner.â
âAnd what would that be?â
âChicken soup. Do you want to stay for dinner?â
âI donât want toâŠâ I started to say.
ââŠbe an imposition? Itâs just soup, Ben,â she said, as she came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands. âItâs already thrown together. It just needs to be simmered a while.â
âOkay, great,â I answered.
âBy the way, howâs your back?â she asked, changing the subject.
âItâs bothering me, just not as bad as yesterday,â I said as I watched the quarterback get sacked.
âI tell you what. Take off your clothes, lay down on the sofa, and Iâll show you what I leaned at the chiropractorâs,â she said as she headed to her bedroom. She stopped and turned back to me, because I didnât move.
âAfter last night you donât want me to see your butt?â she asked, laughing.
âOkay,â I replied as I stripped and laid face down on the couch. I turned my head so I could still watch the game.
When she returned, she had changed into a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. There was no evidence of a bra.
âHow do you want this? With or without oil?â she asked.
âIs there much of a difference?â
âOh yeah,â she replied. âIt depends on the person. Some love it, some canât stand it.â