Mary -- CAW #23 - Sex Stories

Mary -- CAW #23

... taking you out to get you drunk, so your car stays at home, young man. Wear a decent shirt and slacks – nothing fancy. Give me your address. I’ll be there at eight.” She rang the doorbell right on time, but I barely recognized her. Her hair was brushed out, lying in soft black waves on her shoulders. She wore a bright blue knit top that clung to her trim breasts and torso and a tight, carefully-faded denim skirt somewhat shorter than her uniforms. The contrast of the fabrics and her hair to her skin was striking. A hint of tasteful make-up made her deep blue eyes seem bigger. Her legs looked even shapelier with the moderate chunky heels she wore. She didn’t look slutty, but she sure as hell didn’t look anywhere close to twice my age. “Ready to go drinking with ‘Aunt Mary’?” she laughed. “I don’t have any aunts who look like this! Damn!” “I hope that was a compliment. I don’t always dress like a prim little nurse.” “You look amazing!” “So you won’t be ashamed to be seen with me? Great! We both have tomorrow off too, so we can be out till dawn. Maybe we can find someplace where you can show an old lady how you kids dance. I’ll teach you the twist.” I’d been in some crummy dives in college where they didn’t pay too much attention to age, and I’d seen bars in movies and on TV. This place was different – dark, soft music, with a few couples huddled on stools at the bar itself or at intimate tables for two lit by dim, hanging, Tiffany-style lights. She led me to the taps where ...

... the bartender waited. “We’re celebrating his twenty-first birthday. I’m his chaperone,” she said. “Mike, this is Sheldon, a friend of Ted’s and mine from high school. Show him your license.” Sheldon glanced at the card and shook my hand firmly. “Welcome to the world of legal booze, kid. How do you know Mary?” “We work together.” “Mike helps me in the emergency room and on the ambulance.” “I don’t know how you people do that job. My stomach couldn’t handle it,” Sheldon said, still gripping my hand. “I’ve known Mary since high school. There’s a lot of fight in that little body and a hell of a lot of knowledge in that pretty head. Stick with her and learn. Now, what do you want for your first legal drink?” “What beer do you have on tap?” Mary interrupted. “Mike, please, this is a big night for you! It’s my treat. Sheldon, we’ll each have a shot of bourbon, neat, and give him a mug of something imported.” “A chaser for you, hon?” She leaned over the bar. “A cola and my usual kiss.” “I’d wind up on the couch if my wife knew what goes through my head about you sometimes,” Sheldon laughed. He gave her a peck on the cheek. “Thinking about almost anything isn’t wrong,” she chuckled and led me to a table in a corner away from other patrons. Sheldon brought our drinks a minute later. “Happy birthday, Mike. Mary, I trust you to keep him from getting too drunk in my bar.” When he was gone, Mary raised her shot glass. “At birthday toast! May your wishes come true.” She clinked her glass ...