My Last Summer at Home (Part 4) - Sex Stories

My Last Summer at Home (Part 4)

The whole week at the supermarket seemed to last forever for me and Jill. We didn't really get a chance to tease our boss Rickey again since the store was super busy. The 4th of July was next Monday and everyone in town had been stocking up on stuff to make their favorite holiday foods. The weather was supposed to be perfect the whole three day weekend. I was sure looking forward to going over to the Carter’s with Jill, because they were the only f****y in town with an in-ground pool and hot tub. I was also really curious what Beth would be like outside of school. After Jill told me about her last “adventure” with Beth, it was going to be pretty interesting. I didn't see Tommy all week, which was just fine with me. I hadn't said one word to him since I found out he left my graduation party to get sucked off by that bimbo Cindy Johnson. I just wanted him to leave for the Marines and never come back. Some of his friends told me he hadn't been the same since graduation. He told everybody he knew he had fucked up really bad. He told them again and again that I’d been the best part of his life for the last two years. I only had two responses for those conversations, “Good” and “No, I won’t talk to him.” Punching that time clock at 5 PM on Friday is a good feeling. The clunk from the time clock when it punches through your time card is an awesome sound. Jill and I grabbed our purses, climbed into my truck and headed straight for the gravel pits. Rickey had hooked us up with some ...

... good beer for tonight, a twelve pack of Rolling Rock in bottles. He had packed them, along with 10 pounds of ice, in a cooler that he had stashed under a tarp in the bed of my truck. When Jill reached down to put her purse under the seat, she noticed Rickey had also stuffed a carton of Marlboro Reds down there. Having a boss that was your boy toy was turning out to be really cool. He had also taken us off the work schedule for the weekend, and Monday was a holiday. For the time being life was good. I cranked the stereo and we left a trail of dust behind us as we raced out to the gravel pits. My stereo was killer, my uncle Stu bought it for me when dad and I finished restoring my ’72 IH pick-up. It looks like a vintage radio, but it has up to date electronics inside. They mounted a speaker in the each door and down in each kick panel. Then they mounted an amp and sub-woofer behind the seat. When we finished installing it my dad and uncle Stu made me raise my right hand and swear. I had to swear never to play rap or country through my new sound system, ONLY classic rock. That’s what I listened to most of the time anyway, but I have some NWA, Tupac, Brad Paisley and Keith Urban on my phone. I crank those when I get out on the country roads, out of ear shot of dad. We blasted some classic rock today from an Allman b*****rs CD I’d swiped from dad’s truck. They were dad and uncle Stu’s favorite band growing up, and I loved them too. I still do. “Ain't but one way out baby, Lord I ...