Marie Alden
Tami_s pleasure
Chapter 1
Tami quickly adjusted the front of her red tunic as she hurried to the Express Check Out. Roberta was there, ready to go home, but she couldn't leave until Tami took over the cash register.
'Hi, Bert, sorry I'm late,' apologized Tami. Roberta had just finished dusting the counter.
'That's O.K., Tami. See you tomorrow. Oh, and you'd better watch out, Bloom's on the rampage!'
Tami soon learned the truth of these words. Mr. Bloom, the supermarket manager, angrily poked his head out of the manager's booth nearby.
'Look lady-I know prices are high. I have to pay just as much as you do for everything. If you wanna do something, then write a letter to the President or something, will ya? Christ!!!!'
He ducked back into the little manager's booth, still muttering to himself.
An irate customer stalked away to find her overloaded shopping cart. In the meantime, the woman's two kids had dug to the bottom of a pile of groceries, spilling things left and right, while trying to find a box of cookies.
They had almost finished a box of chocolate chips when their mother returned. Her annoyance doubled-she slapped the boy and girl and disappeared down an aisle, wheeling the heavily-laden cart.
Tami had been watching this little episode. She was surprised that Mr. Bloom had been so rude to a customer. It hurt business. Something must be bothering him, she thought.
And the poor woman with all those groceries and two screaming kids. She could still hear them all the way down aisle three.
'All I know is, I never want to get stuck in all that,' the girl said to no one in particular. She began idly thinking about all the things she wanted to do with her life. There was Joe, of course, and…
Tami sighed and rang up an order. Before long, Mr. Bloom came over to her register.
'Tami, things are going to hell. The district manager says business in my store is way below the level of the others around here. He says if things don't pick up in two weeks I'm gonna be transferred to another region.'
'That's awful!'
Tami realized what it meant to Leo Bloom. He had often confided in her during the long afternoons of preparing invoices and bagging groceries. He had told her of his affair with the wife of a prominent local doctor. And if he was transferred out of state, then what would happen to them?
Tami had been friends with Leo ever since she started working at the supermarket over a year ago. She had immediately liked his deep brown eyes-eyes that indicated a touch of sadness behind their flickering gaze.
After the two had gotten to know each other, he told her of his marriage to a cold, brutish woman and his extreme unhappiness with her. Tami never wanted to pry, hut she gathered that he had been forced into the marriage somehow, against his will.
She knew he was a hot-blooded, passionate man. She could sense this in his supple, catlike movements. He could never stand to be unhappy for too long, so the entrance of a really good lover into his life was like a ray of sunshine to him.
The relationship between Leo and Tami was odd. They discussed their innermost lives, especially enjoying talk about their sexual escapades, but Tami never felt a strong urge to fuck him.
She knew how passionately he and his lover possessed each other, and that in itself excited her. Not that they didn't find each other sexy; Leo often rubbed against Tami's breasts when they were alone in the office together.
He had, in fact, told her that he liked the way the outline of her nipples pressed through her red smock. At first she hadn't known how to react to this, but to cover her embarrassment she asked him laughingly whether he was shoplifting anything since there was such a big bulge in the front of his pants!!! … Eventually they both began to enjoy their little games…
Tami's thoughts turned to Joe. Of all the guys she knew, he turned heron the most. She remembered the first time she heard her friend Sheryl mention a 'Fat Joe' back when they were in High School. Such a nickname didn't get her very interested in the prospect of meeting its owner-until one day at lunch she noticed a brown-eyed, slender guy at the next table.
Something about him awakened a feeling in her that she wasn't sure how to handle. Back then (she laughed to herself) she had never been laid. She had struggled to live with her hominess just as she nightly struggled with her homework.
'Sheryl,' she had asked, 'Who's that guy over there?' nodding toward the next table, from which he was just getting ready to leave.
'Huh?? Who?? Oh, that's Joe Rapuiski. In gym class the guys call him 'Fat Joe' because they say he's got SUCH a big dick Sheryl turned back to Steve, her boyfriend, whose hand kept disappearing under her miniskirt.
'St-e-eve,' she pouted, 'Come on, stop. Not here… ' Tami had always been kind of in awe of Sheryl. She always dressed in ways that showed off her great figure-large pointed breasts, slender hips, and a beautifully rounded ass that bounced just right when she walked.
Besides, Sheryl had been to bed with Steve and a lot of other guys and she knew the score concerning sex. Tami was sure it was Sheryl who was subconsciously getting her ready to be a real woman; her friend had helped her pick out clothes that made her look and feel sexy, not quite as hot as Sheryl, maybe, but she wasn't ready for that yet…
Sheryl had turned back to her in the lunchroom and explained.
'Yeah, that guy Joe is supposed to really pack a mean pistol. Steve says he's kinda quiet, though. You know, he doesn't seem to shoot off that much…'
She winked at Tami. 'What's the matter, do ya think you're finally ready for it?'
It had been a long-standing joke between the girls that Sheryl would sooner or later make sure that Tami got laid. Their casual joking had slowly built up in Tami's mind and body-her young tits would start to burn at the thought of a hard penis inside her.
But Tami was still a little nervous; for a while she had actually gotten embarrassed when Sheryl would talk about somebody's 'huge dick' or 'giant cock'.
Eventually, though, she decided that it was time for some action of her own.
One day she and Sheryl were sitting around talking about the subject of fucking. Her friend was telling her for the millionth time that although it hurts for awhile.
'You'll get used to it and then it'll start to feel soooooo good that you won't be able to stop…'
'By the way,' Sheryl had said later, 'Steve and I are going out to The Grove Saturday. We're trying to get some people together to come along. Bring some food and we'll spend the day.'
Tami had decided to accept their invitation to the nearly-deserted hunting lodge. Sheryl and Steve often went there for weekends during the off-season-Steve's uncle owned it and since he was away often, the couple decided to put the place to good use.
So far they had avoided having any really big wild parties because Steve's aunt lived in the next town and could easily find out about it. And besides, Louis, the caretaker was sometimes around…
'But,' as Sheryl explained when they picked Tami up that weekend, 'Steve's aunt and uncle are in Panama, so the place is as good as ours. Louie hasn't been around in months.'
She nestled back in the car seat and rested her hand on Steve's crotch. Tami's cunt tightened as she noticed how quickly his dick began to bulge at Sheryl's touch. She squirmed slightly.
'Who else is going?' she wondered, to get her mind off of her rapidly increasing horniness.
'Well, I'm not sure-we're supposed to pick up everybody who wants to come at the Coffee Shop near the crossroads.'
They had pulled into the entrance and seen Joe Rapuiski. Within a few moments he was squeezed into the back seat. Tami wondered how much Sheryl had to do with this turn of events. Joe sat on one side of the seat,
