Dee walked the assembly line that made pick-up trucks. She was the line foreman, she liked what she did. She started out bolting the seats into the floor ten years ago. Eight hours a day, same two bolts in every truck that came down the line. She hated her job then, but the money was pretty good, and the benefits were even better. It's how she met Doug. She trained him on the line, fell in love with him, and then married him.
She'd take one more walk down the line, to do the proverbial meet and greet, and then go to lunch. It took her all of twenty minutes to move down, say hello, and move down again. She got into the lunch room, after stopping by her locker to get her lunch, ("thanks for the 'cold cuts' Eddie!) she laughed to herself.
After her and Eddie got out of the shower, they shared a pot of coffee and then he went to bed, while she retrieved her clothes from the dryer. She got dressed and crept into his room. It seemed to her she'd known him a long time already instead of just a little more than half a day. She liked him. He was a lot older, "Not as old as my Dad, but not that much younger than him either!" , she chuckled. But he did know his way around the sex thing. The thought of their after dinner delight caused her to smile outwardly. She felt good. Sexy good, complete. She looked up at the clock and noticed it was already 5:30 in the morning. Her plan was to punch out and go by the house to get as much of her stuff as she could. She decided she'd call ahead this time to give the two douche bags a heads up. She didn't want to walk in on them two days in a row.
At shifts end, she walked out to her car, saying good night to the rest of the shift that she knew, one of her co-workers, Earl, told her she must've "gotten some" because she was walking a little lighter. They laughed, while she wondered if it really showed. He was fucking right though, she had "gotten it", pretty good too.
She got behind the wheel and picked up her cell phone. Eleven missed calls, it said. She went into the list. All from Doug. There were also several voice mails from him. She listened to the first couple.
"Dee! Where are you? C'mon, give me a call back, Please?"
The rest of them were of the same ilk. She plugged in her earpiece, started the car, and hit the send button and waited for the Doug's phone to connect. He answered it on the first ring.
"Where the fuck are you?" he shouted into the phone. "Don't you ever do something like this again!"
"Or what? She answered.
"Don't get fucking snotty with me Dee!"
"Whoa slow down fuckface! You yelling at me? Are you fucking serious?" Dee could feel the anger and hurt from yesterday welling up in side of her.
"I'm on the way home to get my shit, and then I'm leaving. I'm telling you right now, if you don't calm the fuck down, I'll have the Police meet me there. Think of what your twat will say when she has to come down and bail your ass out!"
"Ok. OK. I'm sorry" she heard Doug say. "I'll be ok with you. We'll talk when you get here."
She pulled into the driveway of what was her house. She noticed the blinds in an upper room of her former BFF's house separate. She could see two red finger nailed fingers split the blinds to look out. Dee, disgustedly, looked away and returned her gaze to her own house. She entered through the same door that she went through yesterday. This time there were no coffee cups on the table.
"Dee?" she heard Doug say from beyond her sight line into the kitchen. "Dee, look, you have to let me explain." Doug pleaded.
"Fuck you Dougy Boy! You and me are done! Save your excuses for the divorce hearing.
She walked past the kitchen and right into the bedroom. She grabbed the biggest piece of luggage they had, A big blue roller. She began throwing things in as she found them. Panties, bras, jeans, slam the drawer, shirts, tee's, more panties, slam goes another drawer. PJ's, socks, sandals, slam another drawer. The closet door flew open. Jackets, coats, sweaters, shoes, slam goes the closet door. Doug stood in the doorway, wordless, helpless. Knowing if he said one thing, Dee would just unleash the monster on him.
"Dee?" he feebly asked. "Dee, please honey, just listen. I was lonely, she came on to me. What was I supposed to do?" He ducked as one of her glass pigs from the top of the dresser came flying his way. It smashed into the door jam and shattered, covering him with plaster and wood chips.
He retreated out of the room. She heard the side door open, and Doug's car start up. She fought back the tears of anger and betrayal and finished packing. Her pace slowing considerably.
She never heard Evette enter the house. As she exited the bedroom and pulled the luggage into the kitchen, Evette called out to her. "Dee! Can I talk to you?"
"Get the fuck away from me!", Dee screamed. "Get away from me or I'll kick your ass all over this house. You were supposed to be my friend. You not only fucked my husband, you fucked my marriage, and you fucked our friendship!"
Evette was dewy eyed. She bit her bottom lip to keep Dee from seeing it quivering. She was right, of course. Everything Dee said was right. But she really liked Dee and felt a deep shame for what she did. She stepped up closer to Dee and tried to touch her. Dee reeled in disgust.
"Don't touch me you fucking cunt!"
Dee knew that calling Evette a cunt hurt her deeply. Evette now reeled in horror as the words hit home.
"Dee...no...please, I'm so sorry. I was so lonely and so was Doug. I lost my husband, he lost his job. You became the bread winner and he lost his manhood. We just kind of fell into this together. I don't love Doug. We're friends!"
"Fuck you Evette! Now you can be more than friends because I'm so gone it's not funny."
Evette again tried to move closer to Dee. Dee backed up into the kitchen to keep the distance between her and Evette constant.
"I'm warning you, stay the fuck away from me!", Dee warned.
Evette was petite, pretty and a little naïve. She was perfectly proportioned. Dee always thought of her as one of the prettiest woman she knew. Dee surmised most of the anger she felt was not so much for what Evette did, but that Dee should've put it together way before she found them yesterday. Evette was a woman who wasn't complete unless she had a man. Doug was immature enough to think that fucking another woman while your wife was at work was ok. "A perfect match!" Dee thought to herself.
Evette backed Dee up to the refrigerator. Dee, who was taller and slightly heavier than Evette, held her off with both arms. Evette begged Dee to listen to what she had to say. Dee spun Evette and now reversed the positions. She held Evette's arms over her head against the fridge's freezer door. Knocking her stupid collection of magnets to the floor. She was ready to let loose yet another verbal tirade when Evette leaned up and kissed her. Kissed her! Smack on the pie hole. Dee, reacting like she was on a ten second delay, pulled back. She looked down at her little teary eyed prisoner and realized she didn't exactly hate that kiss. They stood looking at each other for a few more seconds, then Dee started down to kiss her, while Evette stretched up to meet her lips. They kissed each other gently, with their lips slightly separated. Dee felt the little vixen's tongue struggling to gain entrance into her mouth. She relented and felt Evette's tongue gently dance on her own. Dee let Evette's arms go and Evette wrapped them around Dee's back and hips. Dee pulled her closer too. They kissed. They kissed good, long and hard. They broke their lip lock and Eve began to kiss Dee's neck and nibble her ear. Dee swallowed hard. It felt so friggin good. Eve worked her way down the front of her neck to her chest. Her warm breath and soft lips sent spasms of pleasure surging through Dee's body.
Evette backed Dee over to the kitchen table. At the same time she was unbuttoning Dee's uniform shirt. The last button gave way as Dee's ass bumped into the table, and still Evette continued forcing her backwards. Dee realized that Eve wanted her to lay back on the table. Evette undid the belt and snap holding Dee's pants up and slowly pulled her pants and panties down to her ankles and then off completely. Throwing the pile of clothing over her shoulder and not caring at all where they landed. She got down on her knees so that the back of Dee's knees settled onto her shoulders. Evette was eye level with Dee's steaming, musky, pubic mound. She hooked her hand around Dee's hip so that her fingers were now directly above her clit. She softly separated her vaginal lips and just blew some warm air over Dee's womanhood. Dee reacted with a low moan, her head flopping over on it's side. Her hands instinctively moved to her breasts and nipples. Evette's mouth moved, ever slowly and deliberately onto the top of Dee's vagina. She gently kissed her clit and let her tongue dart over it, barely making contact. Dee shivered with passionate delight as she continued to molest her own tits and nipples. Evette now began to lick Dee's pussy in earnest. A thought ran through her mind that perhaps, just perhaps this is not the first time Evette has performed this particular act. Her tongue was perfect in it's precision. Knowing exactly where to go and what to touch. Dee began to shake with delight, even letting a high pitched squeal escape from the back of her throat. Evette's next move was even more startling. She took two fingers of her other hand and began to stroke the parts of Dee's pussy where her tongue wasn't. Her fingers then entered Dee. Evette was now coupling a high end cunt lapping with a first class finger bang. Her fingers then hooked expertly upward and found her G-spot.
"I'm done!" Dee thought to herself. She could feel the darkness closing in from the sides as she approached her orgasm. The vaginal walls were spasaming around Eve's fingers. Dee felt all control disappear as she gushed fluid all over Evette's face and neck.
"Oh sweety, I didn't know you were a squirter!" Evette cooed.
Dee, who's head was now flopping back and forth, and was on the way to another orgasm, moaned aloud. "Neither did I!"
Evette continued her assault on Dee's clit. She'd heard about women who could multiple orgasm but never actually encountered one. Not that she did this to a lot of women in the past, but the few she did "run" into would just have the one huge O and collapse.
When her orgasms began to hurt, Dee touched the sides of Evette's pretty face and motioned with her eyes that enough was enough. Evette stood and bent over the table and kissed Dee's still heaving breasts and rested her head for a few minutes on them. Dee stroked Eve's hair and kind of dozed with her eyes opened.
"What just happened here?" Dee thought. "Wow! Am I supposed to forgive Doug now because this saucy little slut is a sexual dynamo? Fuck no! Now I have Eddie."
Dee stood on weakened legs and looked into Evette's eye's, and thought to herself,
"Hey might as well make this a complete day of firsts."
............to be continued.
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