The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 02

When John got home, he could hear Allison singing in the bedroom. He smiled, dropped his satchel on the sofa, and went and stood in the doorway, arms crossed, and watched her folding laundry.

Having to put their washer and dryer in storage and resort to a shared laundry facility was just about the only downside of their new apartment. It had everything else they wanted, though, including location; and so it was a small price to pay. He tried to do his fair share of the lugging of laundry baskets, and she wasn't complaining.

True to their plan, she had moved to northern Virginia with him and enrolled in classes of her own, and was taking some time to get settled before looking for some part time work.

"Oh, hey," she said, looking up and seeing him leaning against the door frame. She came across the room and stood on her tiptoes to give him a little kiss. She was wearing a United States Navy t-shirt -- one of her own, not one of his -- and cut-off jeans. She looked adorable.

"Good day?" he asked.

"It was," she replied, smiling wide. "I got a job."

"Oh, really?" he said, arching his eyebrows and breaking into a grin. "Where?"

"Where do you think?" she teased. She picked up a bag that had been stashed behind the laundry basket and dumped it out on the bed.

Four t-shirts, two white, and two black. Three pairs of shiny, very small orange shorts.

"So, Hooters it is," he chuckled.

"Yeah. I also filled out an application at Tilted Kilt, but with the ...

... previous experience at Hooters ... well, they hired me on the spot."

"I'm not surprised," he commented. Whatever she had worn for the interview, he knew she was the prototypical Hooters girl. With her blonde hair and her dimpled smile, they would have wanted her on their team if she was wearing a burlap bag.

"So have you heard about the new uniforms?" she asked.

"Huh uh."

"Well, it was something of a scandal, I guess. So many of the staff protested that they dropped the requirements and let them go back to the old ones."

"No kidding? What ... what was the deal?"

"What do you think?" she replied. "They were ... well, they were pretty ... well, over the top isn't quite the right word..."

"Huh."

"But I decided to get a pair anyway. Just for fun."

"For fun, huh?"

She bopped back across the room and kissed him again and put her hand on his crotch. He was getting a reaction. "Uh huh. Wanna see?"

"Hell yeah."

She went back to the bed and picked up one of the little items and disappeared into the bathroom. A minute later she came back out, still in the Navy shirt, but now wearing the familiar shimmering orange shorts. Slightly shorter, slightly tighter. Definitely a bit of a camel-toe.

"Yeah, that's not very family-friendly," he commented.

"Wait till you see the other view," she said. And then she turned around. John let out a whistle. The bottoms of the shorts were a good two inches shorter than what he was used to seeing. The bottoms of both ass ...