Stacy

I had deleted many chapters when I decided to publish Tammy as a novel. I am now resubmitting them. This is the correct chronological order. If you can't find them, they are on their way. It is a process. BTW, I have bonus chapters about Tammy that are not on this list.

1. Forced to Strip

2. Tammy and the Twins

3. Forced to Strip 2

4. Serving Justice

5. Justice Served Part 2

6. Justice Served Part 3

7. Justice Served Part 4

8. Club Med Honeymoon

9. The Divorce Incident

10. A Busy Elf

11. Rachel and Mark

12. The Bra Model

13. Doctor Dad

14. Bound for Pennsylvania

15. Gang Bang Shower

16. White Wedding

17. Happiness is a Warm Gun

18. Wife Swapping

19. Jets vs. Bears

20. Bra Model Redux

21. Tammy and Mike

22. State Magnet Collecting

23. Mike, Tom, and Dave

24. Advice from a Caterpillar

25. Stacy

26. Bra Buying with Men

27. Good Faith Pussy

28. Railroad Lady

29. No Exit

Chapter 25: Stacy

The blowjob I gave Mike's boss helped him out some when Randy's company had to lay people off. Mike didn't get laid off, but had to go on the road for Randy. Mike and his friend Tom ended up far away in Omaha. Dave stayed working in Atlanta, although with Mike on the road he wouldn't stop by, even for a non-sexual visit, which was really just fine by me.

Mike and Tom, in an effort to save money, found what was perhaps the only motel in Omaha that didn't have phones in the room.

I was working as a temp out of the Marietta office. The office manager was a woman named Stacy. I got along real good with Stacy. She set me up with UPS for a while, but when a better-paying spot opened up at Sears, she gave it to me.

With Mike out of town, I would occasionally go out and have a few drinks with Stacy and her crowd up in Rome, Georgia. As it turned out, Stacy was a lesbian, which I didn't mind. Stacy knew I liked cock. She did inform me that if I ever changed my mind, she knew "a lot of girls that would love to meet me."

Stacy was not particularly pretty, although I wouldn't classify her as ugly. Her fingers seemed of odd lengths, with her middle finger being shorter than the one next to it. She had a nose that looked oversized for her face. In fact, it looked exactly like the nose Ellen DeGeneres has on her face. 1 never mentioned that fact to her. I wasn't sure how she would take it. She could have used a little more breast and a little less hip, as do most women.

Stacy had a girlfriend named Sunny, a cute blonde from South Carolina, also a temp. The crowd of lesbians up in Rome looked normal. The girls may have worn less make-up then the average woman in this area, but there was certainly nothing "dyke" about this group of 8 to 10 that Stacy hung out with. There were a couple of guys in the group too. They were educated and polite. I didn't know if they were gay or straight. They weren't together, nor did they come in with or ever leave with anyone. The topic never came up in conversation. I was to find out that Atlanta was known as the "Big Apple" of the south as it was the home of a very large gay community. Some claim they had as many gays as San Francisco; it was just that Atlanta didn't advertise. They all stayed in their log cabins.

The boss at Sears was very trusting of me. He would have me run errands for him at the end of the shift, which would usually allow me to go home early. I had always assumed he was paying me for the whole shift since I would be dropping something off for him on the way home. As it turned out, there was a misunderstanding. Sears was upset that one of their temps was falsifying their time sheets. Sears had terminated me and given me a bad reference. I was visibly upset. Stacy could see me holding back the tears.

I couldn't talk to Mike as he didn't have a phone and would be at work anyway. Stacy invited me up to Rome to relax, kick back, and tilt a few. She said she could get me back on with UPS. It seemed like a plan. We went to the same bar in downtown Rome near the river and ordered what was the drink of the clique, "Two Dogs." We called it "Two Dogs Fucking" although no one knew why-perhaps because it tasted like two dogs fucking. I remembered Mike drank one-just one. It was a difficult beverage to get drunk on. You couldn't drink it too fast or drink too many without getting sick. We made a toast to "UPS and happier times ahead."

I was still pissed off about getting terminated, but I would get over it. After several hours at the bar, Stacy invited me back to her place to wind down some more. I accepted her invitation and followed her back to her apartment.

She had a nicely furnished place, though Sunny was missing. It turned out Sunny was out of town visiting her family. They still didn't know she was a lesbian and kept trying to set her up with male dates, from what Stacy told me.

Stacy said, "Mind if I get comfortable?" I responded, "Go ahead; it's your place."

Stacy left and returned wearing off white terrycloth robe. It matched the painted walls very nicely. From under the hem of the robe, I could see her blue nightgown as it reached the floor. Pink slippers graced her oversized feet.

I half suspected a setup, but Stacy was my friend and boss. She knew I loved men. Stacy poured us some small glasses of wine. It turns out white wine goes best with "Two Dogs Fucking." We sat together on her sofa, talking about work and life. The TV was on in the background, but neither one of us was really watching it. Stacy got up for some more wine. When she returned, she stood behind me and placed her hands on my shoulders. I jumped a bit. I knew she was standing there, 1 just didn't expect she would touch me.

"Still a bit tense?" Stacy asked. "Here, let me help you relax." And with that, she massaged my neck and shoulders. And it felt good too. Her odd-length fingers went to work. I gave out small moans of approval with a few, "Oh yeah, that's the spot."

Stacy worked her way down to the middle of my back with me leaning forward on the sofa. Stacy suggested I lie down on the floor so she could get my lower back. With a couple of throw pillows for my head, I was down on the floor while Stacy worked on my lower back. I prayed she wasn't one of those people who think they can walk on spines and adjust them.

My shirt was up in the back, exposing a small amount of flesh at my waist. Stacy rubbed there too. Her hands worked her way up under my shirt, her fingers now becoming gentler. Stacy had worked her way from a hard massage rub to a gentle tickle. I didn't stop her when she made it up to my bra and said, "You would be comfortable if I undid this."

She was right. My Indonesian bra was binding, and it had left a nice red mark in its wake. I needed some new ones. Stacy rubbed the area on my back that had been covered by the bra. Her fingers would sometimes make it over to the sides of my breasts as she tickle-massaged me.

By now my shirt was all bunched up around my neck. That came off next, as well as the bra, as I still lay on the floor chest down. Stacy worked over my neck again. It tends to knot up.

Stacy then tickled her way down my back. When she came to the waist line of my sweat pants, Stacy pulled the elastic band down a few inches so she could rub the mark left by them. This loosened me up. I said to Stacy, "You missed your calling," as her hands did their magic on me.

"I massage legs too," Stacy added as she then grasped the top of my pants and removed them. I was wearing panties with the sweats. Stacy massaged the backs of my legs, and I even let her massage my ass, which felt good. I was hoping for a good foot massage, but that never happened.

Stacy did a once more on my back. I was nearly put to sleep; I was so relaxed. Then Stacy said, "Okay, I am done with this side; flip over."

I hesitated a moment and thought, "What the heck, why not? I'll give her a treat." I lay there on my back on the floor, my head supported by an overstuffed pillow. My 38DDD breasts were bare and resting on my chest. I was sure Stacy could see the visible outline of my hairy pussy as well as a few stray hairs peeking out the sides of my panties.

Stacy massaged my legs up to my pussy. She stopped short at that spot and then started at my neck. She politely skipped my breasts and did my waistband. She repeated the process. My legs got worked over again, and then my neck and then down from the neck. Only this time she massaged my breasts.

She took my breasts and pushed them together and then apart. She then rubbed them in large, hard circles, and then smaller, gentler circles. I started to breathe a little heavily. This felt good and slightly arousing, but I felt awkward- almost ashamed being aroused by a woman.

I closed my eyes and let Stacy work unabated on my breasts. I imagined Michael was working them over. She even got to pinch the nipples without my protest. After a good titty massage, Stacy worked her way down to my panties. She grabbed the waistband and said, "Here, we won't need these." I lifted my ass for just a second, and the panties were gone.

Stacy massaged my pussy like before; it started out rough and almost therapeutic. Her touches softened up, and my body was responding to her gentle caresses. Her fingers rubbed the outer portion of my pussy for the longest time. For a moment I thought Stacy had turned straight on me, and then she touched my pussy lips. They were wet. Her finger slid up and down, slowly opening me wider and wider, with each movement.

Once her finger got me open, she found my clit. Using the juice from my pussy Stacy moved her index finger back and forth. My breathing became more erratic as I gave a slight thrust forward onto her finger, r which was teasing me.

Stacy whispered, "I think we should go to the bedroom."

I was still feeling a little awkward with this whole lesbian thing. I backed off. I was a bit scared in this new territory. I had done some stuff with Rachel before with another man, but nothing like this. "I don't know. I think I should go home," I responded.

Stacy said reassuringly" You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Just let me please you and ease your tension."

"Ease my tension." I thought of the irony. I was relaxed. The most relaxed I had been in a while. A good orgasm would do me some good, and if it made my boss happy... I had to be honest with her, "Okay, but you realize I am not 100% comfortable with this, and if I suddenly bolt out of here, you won't take it personally. "

"Okay," Stacy said, taking my hand and leading me back to her bedroom, which already had a half dozen candles lit around the bed. The smell of gardenia was pleasant.

The room had a yellow sunflower theme to it. Even in the dim light, it looked bright and airy. I wondered if Mike would object to a yellow bedroom.

"You can lay down here," Stacy said as she patted the bed. My naked body assumed the position I had left in the living room. Stacy removed her terrycloth robe, revealing her blue nightgown. It was snug at her breasts and then fell loose to the floor.

Stacy crawled on the bed next to me and started with my breasts again. She sucked on them this time around. I could barely feel her lips around the nipple; it was such a tender suck. She kissed my breasts all over, r and she kissed in between my breasts, then lifted them up and kissed underneath them. My breasts were never showered with such gentle kisses before. It was a nice change from the typical grab and slobber I get at home, although I have no real objections to that either.

Her kisses and tongue worked their way across my stomach toward my pussy where Stacy stopped and decided to come up from the other end. She placed her upper body between my legs and kissed and licked the soft flesh of my inner thighs. Her hand was placed on top of my pussy, giving it a gentle rub while she wet my thighs with her tongue and lips.

My clit grew hard, and Stacy rubbed it slowly with one finger. Eventually her tongue made it to the clit, which she first kissed, then sucked on before she licked it. When her large wet tongue started to work on my clitty, my hands instinctively went to her head. I felt her long hair, giving her a finger comb and a head rub while her masterful tongue aroused my wetness.

When my pussy was dripping wet and responding to her every touch, ch she placed two fingers inside of me. I could still feel her tongue licking me. I was about ready to cum, but was left hanging at my moment of orgasm. I was tempted to take matters into my own hands, so to speak, when Stacy brought out a large silver vibrating cylinder she called "Silver Surfer."

The vibrating device entered my pussy. The pitch or tone changed as it moved in and out of me. This thing was hitting all the spots. I had multiple orgasms all over Stacy's sunflower sheets. I don't think I had produced this much juice before. Stacy was lapping it up as fast as she could as it flowed from me.

After marking my territory on her sheets, I became physically drained from the process. I had to say "uncle" as my hand stopped Stacy's hand and I said, "No more, that's enough."

Stacy then lay down beside me and lifted her nightgown. Her pussy was shaved except for a small line or box around the lips. She took the same silver helper and placed it inside of her. I felt obligated to do something, but the thought of eating a pussy was still out of the question. Instead, I assisted Stacy by handling "Silver Surfer." I fucked her with her own gadget.

Stacy quickly came. Her hands reached out to

touch me while she orgasm. I obliged my hostess by moving my body where she could touch and feel me. At this point she groped me almost like a man, concentrating on feeling up my breasts and pussy while I got her off.

Once Stacy added her juices to mine, I felt a little more comfortable, and so did Stacy.

Stacy wanted me to spend the night in her bed and have a morning rematch. I had to apologize and say "No". I told her I needed to go home in case my Michael called, which was a lie because he would be at work and never calls from work. I didn't feel comfortable staying with Stacy. I also apologized for my lack of eager participation in getting Stacy off. Stacy seemed happy and understanding regardless and requested a later rematch.

I knew her girlfriend Sunny would soon be getting home, so I asked, "Well, what about Sunny? Would she mind?"

"Not if she could participat, e she wouldn't. She wants you." Stacy added.

I thought for a second. "Maybe.- could Mike watch?" I said, knowing he would love to see this, and perhaps the only way I could do this was to have a real dick handy.

Stacy laughed, then said firmly, "NO! He can't watch."

I told Stacy I would have to mull it over, and that despite tonight, I was still uncomfortable with the idea. She understood. We hugged and gave each other a girl kiss on the cheek as I left.

I went home and took a long hot soak in the tub. I looked at the red marks on my body. I really needed some new bras. I wished Michael was back at home.