My Dirty Secrets 2.2 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets 2.2

... long before she showed back up. "Did you get it fixed?" I asked.

"Kind of. They took us off days and filled our spots, but there were already a few girls on the wait list for nights, so either they slot us in on another floor, or we can take three vacation days and relax?" Jules said, shrugging her shoulders and wrinkling her nose.

"What the hell, Jules?" I laughed as I picked my backpack up and turned to follow her as she headed for the door.

I figured it would be a nice surprise for Nick as this was my week to work, and we usually didn't see each other much during my rotations. As we got to the parking lot, Jules stopped in her tracks and turned with a half-crazed smile.

"Let's go out!"

"Not a chance," I said without even considering her idea.

"Why not Liss? You used to be fun until you married Sasquatch, and now you just want to snap into his Slim Jim." Jules pouted.

"Oh my god, I do not, and for your information, it's not slim," I chuckled, blushing.

"I go through your pictures, mama. I know what you're getting, but this is a chance to be Lissa and Jules and go out and find some guys to buy us drinks!"

"Julia, that's gross. You don't go through someone's pictures," I laughed.

"What, you keep your lady bits in good shape. I've seen pics of them, too. Surely you can flash something and get us some drinks. You know I'm not above it!"

"Fine, let me call Nick. I left him a note that I'd be working nights all week."

"Why? Let's just go out ...

... and find something to do. He already knows that you're going to be working. Just let him sleep tonight and not worry about whose junk you're grinding on for free booze." She said matter-of-factly.

"I'm not going out like this or 'grinding junk' for drinks." I argued, "And I'm not hanging out with Ben if Nick's not there, so don't call him."

Jules and Ben had a thing. Neither of them said what that thing was, but it ended up with her car in his driveway or his truck in Her's more often than not.

"Fine, but I'm driving. Leave your car here." She said, getting into her car.

Tossing my backpack into the back seat, I hopped in and headed to her house. Jules lived just outside of town. Her car looked like she was 16 inside. She had stuffed animals in the back window and light-up dice hanging from her rearview mirror. She had stopped turning them on since she had gotten a ticket for them a while back.

We got to her house and changed clothes. She had some shirts that were a little bigger on her that let my larger boobs fit more comfortably instead of popping out of the top of her usual-size clothes. I had also left a pair of jeans at her house for about four months since our last "let's go drinking" bad idea where I'd spilled something green and sticky all over myself.

We sat and listened to the radio for a while and had a few beers. Jules had a policy against going out before nine because it made us look boring or desperate or something. I was starting to think this ...