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My Last Summer at Home

My Last Summer at Home During high school I lived in a small town in the mid-west where nothing ever happens. We had a drive-in movie that had just reopened, a bowling alley, a pizza joint, a supermarket, and two gas stations. The summer before med school I worked in that small supermarket. When I wasn't working, I just read, watched TV or cruised the quiet streets with my best friend Jill. My best friend Jill was always there for me, and we had some fun times that summer before going off to the big world. Jill and I operated the checkouts at the supermarket and we would always tease our boss Rickey, just to make the days more interesting. Rickey was a year younger than us, but he was the owners son, so he was the floor manager. He was cute and easy to embarrass, so we cut him a break and followed his rules most of the time. He was shorter than us and probably 120 lbs. soaking wet, so he wasn't hard to intimidate. We liked to think we were so worldly, particularly in our short blue uniforms, that of course Rickey had picked for the standard uniform. On our breaks, we would take a cup of coffee to the loading bay, smoke a cigarette and flirt with the truck drivers. We often managed to give Rickey a sly look on our way out, but most of the time we purposely ignored him, just to drive him crazy. We would giggle when he stared at us during the work day, and make comments in a voice too low to hear, just to make him blush. He was really surprised when Jill and I sauntered up to ...

... him while on break one Saturday afternoon, and asked him if he would like to join us at the drive-in that night. We figured the k** would get a kick out of going to the movies with us, and we enjoyed toying with him. "I don't have a car yet" he stammered, blushing in embarrassment. "He's probably too young to drive" laughed Jill, as she lit up a Marlboro and snapped her Zippo closed. "I've got a pick-up" I said, blowing a bubble with my gum until it popped. "We'll go in that, see you at eight." I wore cutoff jeans and a T-shirt with no bra. Jill wore her favorite little white dress shirt tied at the waist, and her red, white and blue plaid skirt. We picked Rickey up outside the store, and Jill slid out of the pick-up to let him in. He gawked at her legs extending from the short skirt, and she started teasing him right away. "Stop staring, boy" she laughed, "and get in." He was wedged in between us with our perfume sweeping over him, and I thought he was going to pass out. His cheeks were flushed and he looked like he was in heaven as we pushed against his body, while we bounced our way down the dusty county road out to the drive-in. To my surprise, Jill placed her hand on his thigh, and her long fingers began to slowly trace a small circle on his jeans. By the time we parked in the drive-in it was almost dark, but there was a noticeable bulge in his jeans. His face was red hot with embarrassment and he knew we could see that he had a boner by the light of the dashboard. "Let's ...