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Life is a tapestry, a cloth woven of many different threads that create the whole. This story is a thread, one of many, contributing to the waft and weave that is the Whole cloth, Being Jim.
Being Jim -Ch.05- The Toe Job Challenge, Jim earns respect
This story is based entirely on true experiences from my past. Names and a few details have been changed to provide anonymity for those involved. Discretion is a precious commodity and is becoming rarer and rarer every day.
Sometimes to better understand the “whole”, the big picture in its present state you must pick a thread and follow it back through the weave to earlier times or events, to see the interactions that colored that thread or created it. Often one thread is formed from multiple smaller connected threads, much like the cloth is woven from many threads. But isn’t that life? This story, or the two of them, reach back to my time in college and my working full time mostly in a part time job delivering pizzas to pay my gas and insurance to allow me to commute to and from school and home. Remember this all happened before cell phones and the internet, cable TV was still in its infancy. The 80’s big hair bands, big hair, a different time.
The restaurant was a little noisy, well for three in the morning anyway. On my plate I pushed the remnants of a hot fudge cake around with my fork, idly looking around the dining room from my booth near the back just in front of the hostess’s station where they refill pitchers of soft drinks or coffee, and ring up customer’s orders on the computer. Across the table from me, my companion had her head down on her crossed arms as if sleepy or trying to take a nap out of boredom. Three booths down a clutch of college girls, probably sorority sisters, two obviously pledges were being loud and obnoxious, giving the waitresses a hard time.
Apparently there had been some drinking involved in their earlier activities in the evening. They were probably on their way back to the sorority house from a party but perhaps, wisely, stopped in at Jerry’s to have a bite to eat and sober up a bit. Jerry’s is a good place for that kind of thing, and lots of people had similar ideas. Most of the patrons were closing out the night, be it from partying or just getting off work from their jobs, like myself and miss sleepy head across the table from me.
I grinned wickedly knowing the truth. Yeah we had both just gotten off work, closing the campus pizza shop we were both working at, I was only helping out at that store whereas she, Terry, normally works there. Terry is a long time driver for the pizza store like me but since she goes to school yet at the university she lives near campus so it’s convenient for her. I’ve been out of school for a couple of years for reasons I won’t get into at this time but I work at most all the pizza chain’s stores around town and even some in neighboring towns. I’ve worked with the company for years, a veteran so to speak. Helping out at the campus store both wins me brownie points with management, making me welcomed when I might want to pick up some hours and I like to move around getting to know the other employees… like miss sleepy head across the table.
Our waitress stopped by the table asking me if I needed any refills or perhaps another serving of hot fudge cake, as she eyed my idle fork work on the plate through the chocolate sauce and crumbs. I smiled and nodded to Terry’s seemingly slumbering posture and said she might want to top off her coffee and I would appreciate a refill of my coke and thanked her. As the waitress was starting to walk away Terry’s fingers were clenching and un-clenching on her right hand and her left was rapidly slapping softly on the table top. My grin grew even more wicked as I flexed my right leg and foot a little more insistently under the table earning me a low drawn out moan from terry’s half opened mouth buried behind her curly auburn hair covering her face. Her legs were crossed and ankles scissored, locking her thighs tightly trapping my right foot solidly between them. My bare foot, or more specifically, my big toe pressed tightly against her swollen enraged clit, the other toes and most of my foot soaked with her abundant juices. Every time Terry would loosen up her legs as if thinking I were done and she could recover… I would press my foot and wiggle my toe erratically causing her to tense up and lock my foot down in that moist fleshy vice… and utter muffled profanities or groan or both. That hand and fingers clenching and un-clenching… the other tapping out as if crying uncle and conceding the wrestling match. But until she raised her head and pleaded, or rather conceded the bet to me I would continue my mischievous pedal administrations. Hell I hadn’t even brought my left foot into play… it was still safely ensconced in my loafer, firmly resting on the floor beneath the table.
About that time our waitress returned with a carafe Bostancı Escort of fresh coffee and topped up Terry’s cup and left me a fresh glass of soda asking if we needed anything else… as Terry batted the table top and practically growled through her hair, her head still down on her arms as if sleeping. The waitress looked at her then back at me with her eyebrows raised. I smiled sweetly and told her we might need a few more napkins when she got a second. About that time one of the sorority girls rolled out of their booth and puked on the floor next to their table. “Oh Lord” the waitress said as she hurried off to get a mop and bucket, signaling for another waitress to come help out. I couldn’t help but smile but not so much at the scene a few tables down but at the thought of how this unique situation had come to pass.
It’s true what people say, one’s reputation precedes you. You’re past actions however discrete you may think they were have a tendency to come back to visit you when you least expect them. Tonight was a case in point. Terry, like me is a long time driver with the pizza chain we work for. She also helps out at other stores around town when they need extra help or just someone to fill a vacancy from time to time. When you get around like this you tend to make friends with those you work with, some closer than others. This job with the hours we work tends to limit our social lives a bit sometimes as well, I mean there’s not a lot going on at two or three in the morning in this town and it’s a little late for things like normal dates and the like. As a result we tend to hang out with and party with our fellow employees, a lot. There are fast friendships that sometimes turn into romantic liaisons or more often than you would think, simply situations where people are friends with benefits so to speak.
Over the years I’ve worked with the pizza chain I’ve made a bunch of friends, oddly enough the majority of them are female. Now that might sound like I’m quite the stud and far be from me to abuse anyone of their opinions but it’s not exactly the case I’m afraid. I’ve always been a bit shy and reserved, especially around strangers or new acquaintances, that is… until they get to know me, and I get to know them. Most find that I’m pretty much a boy scout, helpful, honest, friendly… you know the whole nine yards, mister dependable. They also find that I have a wide open mind and am accepting to their own beliefs and lifestyles as long as they don’t try to press them on me. I do have a bit of a competitive streak and a wicked sense of humor when piqued. That said, I’ve found that many if not most of the girls I’ve worked with in the pizza chain view me as an okay guy, almost as a little brother at times, or in the words of several gals… I’m “cool”…Meaning that they are safe to be themselves around me and relax. You see, I’ve found that many of the ladies working for the chain, perhaps an inordinate amount of them are of shall we say an alternative sexual orientation. Many like guys just fine but prefer the company of other girls… they can swing both ways as it were. Some only spend time with their own gender, period, they have their reasons, most are sad as in they were at one time or more abused, accosted or flat out raped by a male member of our species. They were wronged and have never recovered or at least never forgiven.
At this time, the time I’m writing this story about, in the mid 1980’s, while society was becoming more accepting and progressive in its thinking about such matters of sexuality it was still pretty much frowned upon, especially when working the public. Running and operating a pizza delivery store was just such an operation that required a wholesome sort of image for the public and our customers. So most of the girls I’ve mentioned, and there were many of them, tended to hide their preferences from most. I on the other hand, as I’ve mentioned, was pronounced cool and I was privileged to see the real goings on and interactions. You might say I became educated in an unconventional way socially speaking. Hanging out with the ladies I learned the lingo, the body language, turns of phrases and even unspoken clues. I also learned a LOT about ladies in general, not just the ones that preferred the company of other women. I was taken under the wing… or many wings you might say and will forever be grateful for my education. And did I mention that once you were “in” you became known throughout the “community” and were accepted almost as family.
After hours parties became a staple for fellow employees, be they just gathering at a favorite late night eatery like Jerry’s or Ho-Jo’s (Howard Johnson’s) or at someone’s apartment or house. The latter, someone’s place was usually where most of the more interesting interactions or partying took place. Everyone could let their hair down, quite literally, and cut loose. Drinking, smoke some weed if you were into it, sometimes something Ümraniye Escort a little more unusual like some hash brownies or maybe some shrooms… remember we weren’t exactly rolling in money as a group so it tended to be a little more organic than higher end or higher priced mind altering substances like coke or harder stuff. This was long before things like Meth became so prevalent. And… of course… there was sex. Oh buddy was there ever! Of course not everyone was involved, but almost every gathering had someone, a couple or more, getting busy at some point. And those of us not involved were all hyper charged up and it was on our minds and in conversations as well. One of these late night parties in particular cemented my own reputation, that as I said precedes me in certain circles. Yeah, women talk! And HOW!
It was an early August evening and it was hot… sweaty nasty humid hot, even at now close to three in the morning it was still pretty warm. I had helped close up the shop after a busy Friday night and I got invited to come on over to one of the other manager’s house for a little get together. Kind of an impromptu BYOB party. Of course someone had some weed and everyone had beer or whatever they chose to drink. I didn’t smoke, but that is another story. I never was much of a drinker and hence I often got called upon to be the designated driver. I wasn’t driving anyone tonight though so I had had a few wine coolers, yes they were fashionable back then. The party had gotten started around two in the morning when most of the people who would show up, did. There was a card game going on, poker of one version or another, someone had fired up a couple of joints that were going around. I really wasn’t into cards and definitely not the smoke so I went outside on the deck where some of the “girls” had congregated. There was an above ground pool but there was a hole in the side so it wasn’t filled, the deck however was perfectly okay so it was in use, lounge chairs and a small table. That’s where I found Jules and her “friends”. Jules was a few years older than myself and another veteran driver for the store I first started at, in fact it was her that trained me on the job to start with. In a way she sort of saw herself as kind of a big sister I guess. She was also one of the first to pronounce me “cool” around the other ladies so they could relax and drop their front around me.
Jules also took great joy in teasing me and especially making me blush. Of course I blush at the drop of a hat so it wasn’t that hard for her to get me to shade when she wanted a giggle or two. Tonight was no different, especially since she’d already smoked her fill and drank enough that she was feeling no pain and was very relaxed amongst her peers and queers as she called them. As it was, I had joined their little group in the middle of a heated debate. You see, not all the girls in the group were one hundred percent Girl only in their sexual preferences. As such the topic of discussion was not getting settled and seeing as I happened to be of the gender in question the “question” was put before me. They wanted my opinion on the topic. Suddenly all eyes were upon me. Not knowing exactly what I was stepping into I screwed up my courage, probably aided somewhat by the little alcohol I had consumed already and asked what they were talking about. I should have known from the sudden huge grin on Jules’ face that I was in for it.
“Okay Jim, we were arguing about eating pussy!” She said grinning that grin and watching me turn red, but waiting for me to respond.
“Uhhh… Okay…” I said, blushing royally and waiting for her to continue.
“Most of us here think that only another girl would know how to please a woman and that guys just don’t know what they are doing and so they shouldn’t…” She paused letting that sink in… getting giggles from the girls agreeing with her and objections from the ones that were not. “As a guy, what would you say about that?” She finished and looked around at the other girls as if to say silently “this oughta be good.”
Still blushing and stalling for a moment I took another long pull from the wine cooler in my hand and looked around at the collection of girls on the deck that seemed to be hanging on my response. I did notice that Jules kept eyeing one of the newer girls in particular and it dawned on me that she was on the make. Jules had the hots for this new girl that worked at one of the other stores and would love to get her off by herself. Not that I could blame her, this girl Terry was just plain cute, standing about five foot six, smallish breasts, slim but not bony, weighing maybe one hundred and twenty pounds if that. Terry had longish curly auburn hair that seemed to bounce with every movement she made, her eyes were bluish green, almost turquoise but shined as if lit from inside. It was the eyes that captivated me, they reminded me so very much of someone else I had known. Someone Anadolu Yakası Escort who was so special it caused a pain in my heart when I thought of her. Terry knew her as well… and two very special ladies in my life. While she tended to come off as a bit shy and quiet there was something about her that hinted at an intelligent dynamo of a personality just under the surface. This girl was deep, quiet but deep, intriguing. I could see why Jules was hot for her.
Jules on the other hand was not graced with feminine charm, whether by natural blessings or acquired mannerisms. Jules was… Jules. She stood a lanky five foot nine, maybe ten, I’m not sure how much she weighed but I’d guess around one hundred and forty five maybe. Jules was flat as a board in the chest department save for two very large nipples that if she went without at least a sports bra they stood out under any kind of shirt or top she wore, and they were pierced. She liked to change up the “jewelry” she wore in them, and yes, I’ve seen them on many occasions as she loved to see me blush, as I’ve already alluded to. Jules was not a classical beauty in the face either, a strong jaw, a longish “patrician” nose that may have been broken at some time in her past, heavy eyebrows and thin or fine baby fine reddish blonde hair that was closely cropped to the point of being boyish. Anyone not knowing Jules would instinctively peg her as being manly and suspect her sexual preferences in a glance. She was in your face and not ashamed of it. And I liked her, as a coworker and as a friend.
So there I was, half a dozen “girls” hanging on my reply to Jules’ question, not wanting to offend anyone, not wanting to make my friend look bad in front of her prospective new girl, but yet not willing to be entirely shamed as every other member of my gender. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was a little personal pride, maybe it was my competitive nature, or maybe it was something else that I wasn’t even aware of at the time… but I stood up for my gender, sort of.
“I can’t speak for all the guys out there Jules, but some of us DO know what we are doing you know. It’s all a matter of education and practice.” I said, blushing still as I leaned against the railing of the pool decking. The girls all sitting in their various chairs and Jules propped up on the lounger all sat there with their mouths hanging open for a few moments before they all gasped or barked out a disbelieving laugh.
“SO you’re saying that guys can eat pussy better?” Jules challenged.
“That’s not what I said Jules, I said that not all guys are bad at it.” I corrected her thinking that I might want to be careful what I said from this point on, considering the company I was with.
“Well I don’t think any guy knows how to do it right. ” Jules proclaimed getting agreements from several of the girls with us.
“Well maybe you’ve just not met the right guys Jules…” I said before I could catch my mouth. “Oh fuck” I thought to myself, I’d put my foot in my mouth this time, that sounded all too much like a challenge and Jules was not one to back down from a challenge. Again mouths fell open and astonished noises flittered about from the group. I noticed Terry was paying close attention and studying me and Jules very closely indeed.
“You sound awfully confident in yourself there Jimbo, are you saying you know how to do it right?” Jules leered at me and grinned before draining the last of the beer in her bottle.
Blushing again, I tipped my bottle to her in salute before taking a swig and then answering, “I’d like to think I have some… skills… yeah.” setting my bottle on the rail and crossing my arms defiantly.
“Oh really?” Jules said… looking me up and down then looking around at her girls, lingering a moment more on Terry. “And would you be willing to put your money where your mouth is?” She asked.
“You mean like a bet?” I asked with a laugh thinking she couldn’t be serious, she was 100% lesbian, what was she going to do have me demonstrate on some other girl? Then I looked at Terry and then back at Jules, surely not! That’s just not Jules’ style.
“Yeah, Okay, a bet! ” She said smiling mischievously, the other girls sitting up straighter or leaning forward in their chairs following this closely.
I was suddenly aware of all the sounds around me, the music and laughter coming from inside the house, a slight breeze rustling the bushes and trees around the back yard, the crickets chirping, and my heart beating in my chest. Why was I getting excited?
“I’ve got five bucks that says you are no better than all the other guys and don’t know how to eat pussy either.” She leaned back in the lounger giving me that one eyebrow raised questioning look awaiting my response.
“Five bucks? Is that all?” I said laughing. “That makes me look pretty cheap, besides who exactly would I be performing for or rather on?” This got a giggle from several of the girls on the deck, even Terry chuckled a bit. Suddenly feeling cocky for some reason I added.” Tell you what, I’ve got ten says I can get a girl off going down on her.” And I raised my eyebrow mockingly throwing the ball back in Jules’ court to see what she would do next.
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