Bobby's Girl

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Bobby' Girl

Late on a rainy Thursday morning, I walked into Galissi's Diner for lunch and spotted a familiar face in line. "Britney, is that you?"

'Jimmy, oh my gosh, it's good to see you!"

"What are you doing back in town? I thought you left for the big city."

"Yeah, I did, long story."

"Join me for lunch, and we can catch up."

"Sure, I'd like that."

Britney and I attended the same high school, and although we weren't quite in the same group of friends, she dated a guy from the football team that I was friendly with, so our paths crossed frequently, and we casually knew each other.

We were seated in a booth when she said, "No ring? I was sure you'd be settled down with two and a half kids by now."

I laughed, "No, no ring, no kids, not at all settled down, wild and free."

"Well, it looks like it agrees with you; you look great. What are you doing?"

"Would you believe I'm still mowing lawns?"

"Oh My God, I remember that old pickup you had with the lawn mower in the back, parked at football practice."

"Well, I've expanded on that a bit. I now do property management. I have an office and six employees. We collect rents, do maintenance, inspections, screen potential tenants, oversee contractors, and work with insurance adjusters on claims."

"Wow, good for you!"

"Tell me about you. I thought Bob and you would be the ones with two and a half kids."

"It hurts to tell anyone this, but I was a fool. I always wanted to be 'Bobby's Girl', I used to walk around humming that stupid old song. I moved in with Bobby while he trained to be an accountant. I worked my ass off in a beauty salon, paying all our bills, and shortly after he got his certification, he dumped me, saying he had outgrown me."

"Wow, I never would have thought."

"So, now, here I am 25, fucked over, and I'm back with mom, and working at Chez Marie, managing the salon and doing select clients' hair. At least I didn't marry the bastard and have his kids."

"Brit, you are not 'fucked over', you're still gorgeous as ever. Look, I'm having a barbecue this Sunday, and there will be people you know. Come about 1 PM, and we'll catch up some more. Oh, and bring a swimsuit, there's a pool."

"You're on, where?"

I gave her my card and wrote my address and personal number on the back.

Sunday came, I was busy getting everything ready, soon people started arriving, and I had almost forgotten about Britney, when I heard, "Wow, some house!"

I turned, and there was Brit, looking spectacular, in shorts and a cropped top, showing a great figure.

"Wow, to you too, you look great. Come with me, I'm sure you'll remember some of these guys from school."

We went over to the group (about six couples and a few stags), and sure enough, there were a few acquaintances from school or the area who remembered her. There were a lot of 'where have you been?', and 'didn't you get married?' But she fit right in and looked like she was enjoying herself.

Soon, we got our suits on, and Brit, while rocking a rather modest bikini, plainly showed that the girl had the 'goods'. After a lot of chicken fighting, booze, and some great barbecue, everyone was exhausted and started packing up to leave. Britney came over and said she would stay and help clean up. There wasn't a lot to do because I had several well-placed garbage cans, and we had used paper cups and plates.

"I had a great time, thank you so much for inviting me. It was great to see some familiar faces." She said as she came to me and hugged me, our eyes met, and suddenly we were kissing, with a lot of tongue. I grabbed her ass and pulled her against my hard cock. Her arms pulled me in, and after she fit her body to mine. She pulled back, saying, "Thanks again."

"Look, this Friday, Fred's band is playing at the Fieldstone. Our group usually shows up to support him. There is good food and dancing. Would you go with me?"

"Yes, that sounds like a good time. Do you remember where I live?"

"Sure do, Church St, a couple houses up from St. Pat's on the same side. How's 8:30?"

"Any special dress requirements?"

"Love a short dress."

"See you then."

Friday came, and Britney came out just as I pulled into the driveway, looking great in a LBD, high heels, and her hair down.

"OMG, Brit, you look good enough to eat. I'll have to beat the men away."

"Thank you, kind Sir, but remember I'm a professional beautician."

"It's better than just that, you look great!"

We got to the Fieldstone early, as that was the only way we could get the table we wanted for the group. The night went great, we had lots of good conversations, the band was better than good, and a lot of booze was consumed.

I could tell that Brit had a buzz going, as she danced as close as possible, with my hands holding her ass (of course). I thought to myself, 'let's see what she'll do.'

"Go to the ladies, and take off your bra, I want to feel these great tits against me."

She stopped dancing, looked up at me, smiled, turned, and was gone. I thought she might have left. She took so long, but just as the next slow song started, she grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor.

She looked at me and said, "Do you come often, Sailor?" and pressed her body against me, pushing her wonderful tits against me.

"How's that?" as she slid her hand between us and squeezed my hard cock.

"I think we'd better get out of here before they throw us out."

We said our goodbyes and were in my car's back seat in a flash. We were instantly all over each other. I unzipped her dress and popped those big tits out into my hands. I wasted no time and was soon sucking on her perfect nipples. I put her hand on my cock and told her how much she excited me.

"Take my cock out."

She did, and was soon stroking my cock, as I slid my hand up her thighs.

"Take me home and fuck me."

"Get a taste of my cock first." I tried to push her head down to my cock.

"NO, I won't do that, that's gross."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You don't want to suck my cock?"

"NO, I could never do that, that's dirty and disgusting."

I pulled my pants up, opened the door, and got into the driver's seat.

"Come on, I'll take you home."

She put herself together and got into the front seat.

"You're mad, I'm sorry, but I'm not that kind of girl."

As we drove, I said.

"Brit, I respect your feelings and your reservations, in that there are things you are uncomfortable with or will not do, that is certainly your right. But at the same time, there are things that I need and expect from my woman. Oral sex is a major part of that. I love giving and receiving pleasure orally with my lover. If that is something beyond your capabilities, I completely understand."

"Can't you just take me home, and fuck me?"

"No, I won't do that." I pulled up to her house and said, "Thanks for a nice evening."

"I'm sorry, I thought I was going to be your girl, and I was excited and happy."

"Thanks again, Brit. But I don't want a girl, that's high school crap. I need a woman. Good night."

I thought that was the end of it, and I moved on and started dating Renee, a Realtor I had met in the course of my business. At least a month had passed when my phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw that it was Britney.

"Hello."

"Jim, it's Britney. I've done a lot of thinking, and I'll do whatever you want."

"Well, Thanks, but I don't think that would work. Take care."

Lying in bed on a Sunday morning, at least two weeks later, the phone rang, and I could see it was Britney.

"Hello."

"Jim, it's Britney. Don't hang up. I've had a lot of input lately, you know, at the salon, the ladies talk, and I've come to realize that I've been missing out on a lot of happiness by being so straight-laced. I must be the only woman in town who doesn't love her man going down on her. I also am in the minority of those who love the feeling of power and satisfaction that comes from making your man come in your mouth by sucking his cock. I want to tell you that I would love to have you show me what I've been missing, and assure you that I would be an eager student. What do you think? Are you interested?"

"Thank you, Brit, I appreciate the thoughts, but I'm involved in a relationship right now, and have to pass."

I hung up just as Renee came out of the bathroom, fresh from her shower.

"I hope that wasn't Mary and Dave on the phone cancelling."

"No, just a girl I knew from school."

"Should I be worried?"

"NO, you know you're my woman."