Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 13

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** Around 10 a.m. Friday morning**

I was sitting in a parking lot, early for an appointment and devilishly re-setting the presets on Britt’s car stereo when she called. I had her car because the girl’s house flooded yesterday and we moved them into my place last night. Today Britt, the blonde love of my life, and Gina were going to move more salvageable stuff and needed my truck to do it.

“Hi lover,” I said as I set her number one button to a bluegrass station.

“Well ‘Hi’ to you too lover,” came Gina’s sultry voice through the tiny speaker. I could hear Britt laughing in the background. “Your other lover is driving, so she asked me to call. You’re on speaker, so be careful what you say stud,” she giggled as Britt broke out in more laughter.

“Hi baby,” Britt said from the driver’s seat of my truck, “We’re on our way to the house and thought we’d check in and thank you for the snuggle session this morning; that was really special.”

“Yeah,” agreed Gina and I could hear the break in both of their voices; I was truly touched.

“You girls know I would do anything for you, so don’t think anything about it; it’s my pleasure, trust me.”

“Well, you can bet it will be before we’re done…Lover,” Britt said emphatically. “Anyway, we called the insurance company this morning and got that ball rolling and then we called that prick of a landlord and gave him the good news. We may need you to explain to him what happened; I’m sure he thinks it was our fault.”

“Yeah, sadly that’s not that uncommon in houses built back then; not the greatest design in the world. So give me a call later and let me know what you think about the stuff that is too damaged. We’ll have to get a dumpster or I’ll borrow a truck from work and we can make a dump run if need be.”

“George, you’re the best,” Gina said, “I don’t know what we would do if it wasn’t for you. So is it really okay if we put stuff in your building until we figure out what we’re going to do?”

I laughed, “I don’t think you’ll take up too much room; I think we can handle it.”

“Well, I had to ask; I don’t want to take advantage of you…at least that way,” she giggled.

“Gina, you naughty girl,” laughed her cohort.

I could already sense that these new living arrangements were going to make life interesting. “Okay; well I need to get to this appointment, so I’ll talk to you girls later; okay?”

“Okay, Suck You Soon,” they laughed in chorus and hit end.

To say I was distracted the remainder of the day would be an understatement. Laying in bed, smothered in soft, warm, feminine nakedness; gorgeous nakedness at that, pretty well burns an indelible image on your brain.

**End of a long day — Friday**

Britt came up on the smart phone screen again and I answered a little more cautiously this time. “Hey, how’s my girls?”

“Our cute little asses are draggin'” came my favorite blonde’s response. “We’ve made two trips to your place and I think we can get the rest in one more load on your truck and my car; so if you wouldn’t mind, would you go by and pick up Kate at the store and then come here to the house?”

I was a little confused, but before I could ask, she gave me the answer; “We forgot to tell you, but Kate’s car wouldn’t start this morning and Gina won’t let her drive hers so we dropped her off on our way here. We already talked and John said she could take off whenever you got there.”

“Sounds like a plan,” I said, “so do you want me to pick up something to eat there or do you want to wait until we get back to our place?” Interesting, I thought to myself; I just called it ‘our place’.

Without missing a beat she answered, “let’s just wait till we get back to our place; I’ve seen about all of this mess that I can stand.”

“Alright babe, I’d guess that we’ll see you in about an hour.”

“Can’t be soon enough babe; see you soon.”

“What, no suck?” I asked, trying to sound disappointed.

“Maybe not tonight babe,” she laughed, “I’m so tired, I’d probably fall asleep and choke to death. But I do love you so much!”

“Love you too, Lick you soon….sorry, that didn’t work. See you in a bit.” I heard her laughing loud as I hung up, happy to hear her laughter.

Twenty minutes later, I found a spot a couple doors down from John’s beachwear shop and walked back to the store. It was late afternoon and the place was empty except for Kate high on a ladder, stretching to put a box on an upper shelf. She was wearing a little pair of shorts and a cropped top with sandals on her tiny feet. Her long black hair was in a single braid that hung to the back of her knees, graciously not blocking the view of her pert little ass cheeks poking out of the bottom of the cotton shorts. I couldn’t help but let out a raucous wolf whistle that startled her. She turned with a venomous look and nearly stepped out into mid-air. Luckily, I was right there and reached up to steady her, both hands on those protruding butt cheeks. She looked down at me with a smile and wiggled in my grasp, bearing down bursa escort a little more; “Hi George,” she giggled.

“Hi Kate,” I said as I took the rest of her weight and lifted her off the ladder by the derriere. At less than five feet tall and nowhere near a hundred pounds, it wasn’t a great show of strength on my part. She squealed and squirmed trying to grab onto something as I lowered her to her feet. She wasn’t on them a second before she jumped back into my arms, her legs around me and kissed me hard, her tongue going to town. I tried to look around to make sure we weren’t making a spectacle of ourselves.

“Don’t worry,” she said, as she continued to kiss me, “there’s no one else here. I was just doing a little more stocking until you got here,” and then gave me another long kiss. Suddenly aware of how long we had been going at it, she blushed and let me set her back on her feet; “Sorry, I got carried away. I just love kissing you. In fact, you’re only the second guy I’ve ever really kissed, other than my dad that is and that doesn’t really count.”

I bent down and gave her another kiss; “Well, I like kissing you too and as long as it’s okay with that blonde roommate of yours, you can have all the kisses you want.”

“Well,” she blushed even more, pressing herself tight to me, her hand on my crotch, “I’m hoping Britt may let me have something more than just a kiss,” fondling my growing stiffness.

Drawing on all the self-control I could muster, I picked the little pixie up by the waist and sat her on the front counter, my back to the entrance. Kate looked at me with big brown eyes, a slightly uneasy look as I put my lips to hers and gave her a kiss that any Frenchman would be proud of. At the same time, both my hands found their way under the crop top and I fondled her firm tits, pinching her nipples while she squirmed and moaned. As the time before on the hood of a stranger’s car in a darkened parking lot, Kate’s little body soon convulsed in orgasm, only this time we didn’t have an audience and I persisted until she couldn’t take anymore, breaking our kiss with a breathless, “Ah Fuck!”

I held her until she was back to normal and with an embarrassed look, she stared at me and then looked down at her crotch, “Oh god, I think I pee’d.”

I ran my finger up the seam of the shorts and tasted the residue, a look of shock on her eyes. “I don’t think that’s pee,” I said as I took another swipe and she shuddered once more.

“God George, how do you do that? I’ve never cum just by someone kissing me and playing with my titties.”

“Just talented, I guess,” shrugging my shoulders modestly and laughing too.

“Well now I’ve got to change my shorts before we leave,” as she shimmied herself off the counter. Still a little embarrassed, she hurried into the back room to change, “I’ll just be a sec.”

“Okay,” I answered as I looked over some of the merchandise. Then it dawned on me; “Hey Kate, do you have the swimsuits for tomorrow?” I yelled toward the back room.

“That’s right,” she yelled back, “I was going to ask you about those last night, but the flood kind of changed things. So no, I don’t have them. What colors do you think we need?” as she came into the store pulling up an even smaller pair of shorts.

“Well,” I answered, a little distracted. Kate is a perfect miniature; from top to bottom. Sculpted legs on pretty little feet, a nice bubble-butt, a tight little belly and I would guess somewhere close to b-cups with pencil eraser size nipples. She has an innocent little-girl face with the biggest brown eyes and proportionally, some of the longest jet-black hair I have ever seen.

“Well?” she replied.

“Oh, yeah, well the car is white and I think the upholstery is black, so I’m thinking maybe just some real bright primary colors; what do you think?”

“Hmm, let’s see,” she said as she walked to one of the racks. She picked a bright red little number off the rack and held it up for my approval.

“Yeah, I think that goes nice with your skin tone,” I said.

“Ya think?” as she pulled her top up, flashing me and anyone else who happened to look in the window, and held the top over her breasts.

How can you not smile at something like that? “Yes,” I said as she smiled back at me brightly. “Do you have maybe a bright yellow or blue?”

“You bet,” she said, not bothering to straighten out her shirt. She held up the other two and looked for my approval.

“I think those will be great. What are the bottoms like?

“Oh, I think you’ll like them; they’re really tiny.” She giggled. “It’s too bad we don’t have another one like I gave Britt the other day; you know; the string one?”

“Oh yeah, I know it well,” feeling a little blush come on. The suit she was referring to was the one my vixen wore when she tried to fuck me to death on the hood of a candy-apple red hot-rod. “So, if that’s it, let’s get you locked up here and we’ll go help the girls.”

“Alright, let me just make a note for malatya escort John on which suits I took and we’ll go.”

So without anymore fooling around, Kate locked up, set the alarm and we headed for the car. Always the gentleman, I opened the passenger door for her and helped her in. I went around to the driver’s side and found Kate sitting in the middle of the bench seat, seat belt on and ready to go. She gave me a grin and with a questioning look asked, “Is this okay?”

I slid in next to her and closed the door and buckled up. Starting the engine, I pulled out into traffic and then rested my hand on her bare thigh, squeezing it lightly, “Yeah this is okay.”

Kate let out an audible sigh, rested her hand on mine and snuggled up tight. She stayed that way the entire trip, never saying a word. We finally pulled up in front of their house just as Britt and Gina were carrying a couple boxes out to the truck. Britt couldn’t help but see the little one sitting next to me with the remaining half of the front seat empty. She smiled and just shook her head and said something to Gina. Gina looked back over her shoulder at us and laughed, saying something to Britt.

As I was getting my seatbelt off, Kate turned to me and pulled my head to her, kissing me on the cheek and whispered, “Thanks again for everything, especially…well you know…the kiss,” and then she turned and bailed out the passenger door, running to her roomies.

They disappeared into the house before I could get out of the car and when I came through the front door, there was loud whispering and laughter coming from the kitchen; ” Again?” I heard from one of the girls, “and just from a kiss?” and then more giggling.

I cleared my throat as a warning and made my way into the kitchen; “Well, what can I do?” I asked.

“Well,” said my blue-eyed lover, “you can start by giving me a kiss.”

After a not-so-standard, Hi, how-are- you kiss, Britt finally broke suction and then looked at the other two and said, nodding her head, “Nothin'”

“Well, let me try,” said Gina as she stepped up and tried to check my tonsils with her tongue. Another toe-curling, pecker-straightening kiss and then, to the others, “Nope, nothin'”

“Oh well, I guess it’s back to work then,” the blonde ring-leader said. “George, we’ve got some heavier boxes we saved just for you by the front door if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Oui, Mon General,” I said in my best, but admittedly terrible French accent, through her a salute and headed to the front door. The girls laughed as I heard Britt, laughing and saying, “Goofball.”

It took a couple more hours to get everything worth taking packed into the two vehicles. Meanwhile, ‘Ol’ Peckerhead’ as Gina called their landlord, came by to survey the damage. Just as Britt predicted, he started out trying to blame it all on the girls, but it didn’t take me long to straighten him out and give him some advice on how to get it fixed so he wouldn’t inconvenience his next tenants. Dejected, he left grumbling, and a little lighter in the wallet as I suggested that he should go ahead and refund the girls the remainder of the month’s rent they had already paid, as well as the cleaning deposit. He started to grouse about all the money he would have to spend to clean out the place, pull the carpets, etc. before he could even start to do the repairs. I took him aside and enlightened him on the damages the girls had suffered and how I was doing my best to keep them, particularly that hot-headed blonde one, from coming back after him with a claim. He did some quick math and then even offered to haul away anything the girls didn’t want, since he would have hauling to do anyway; then it would be a done deal. After he left, I went back inside and filled the girls in on the deal, handing them the check. They all looked at me with disbelief and then squealed with delight, earning me another round of kisses.

So, it was goodbye little house, as the girls took one more pass through, making sure we didn’t miss anything. “Hey babe, why don’t you take Gina with you in your truck and I’ll take Kate; I’m not sure I can trust you with her,” she laughed, poking Kate in the ribs. Kate pretended to pout as she slid back into Britt’s car; I noticed she claimed that center position again. I let Gina into the passenger side of my truck and as I headed to the driver’s side I thought of something.

“Hey Britt, how about dinner; do you want me to pick up something on the way home?”

“Sounds like a plan; just surprise us; Gina knows what we like.”

“Okay, we’ll see you back home. Drive careful.”

Britt gave me a little wink as she looked past me toward Gina; “You too babe.”

I climbed into the truck only to find Gina seemed to have a preference for the center seat too and smiled as I got in. “So what do you have in mind for dinner?”

Gina just smiled and then turned my head to give me a kiss, her eyes misty. “I just wanted to thank you again for everything. You really can’t imagine çanakkale escort what it means to us and me in particular.”

“Well, you’re welcome and you know I would do whatever I can for you girls, so don’t think twice about it, okay?” I patted her on the knee as a way of reassurance, and like Kate, she placed hers on mine except that Gina coaxed mine further up her bare thigh until I reached the hem of her denim cut-offs. I could feel the heat of her sex as she clasped my hand between her inner thighs.

“So how does Thai sound to you,” she asked, nonchalantly, me driving with one hand and her scrolling through her phone directory.

“Sounds good to me”; as she pushed my hand tighter to her crotch.

“Anything you don’t like?” she asked, in a more sultry tone.

“Damn little,” I answered as I gave her thigh a slight squeeze.

“Good,” she replied and dialed the phone, placing an order I didn’t hear.

Gina gave me directions and we pulled into a small parking lot on the side of the restaurant. Gina looked at the clock on her phone and said, “It won’t be ready for about fifteen minutes,” she said, unbuckling her seat belt. “I think that gives me time for one more thank you and an appetizer”; as she unbuckled my seatbelt and leaned in to give me a kiss that quickly left me uncomfortable. My hand found its way under the back of her shirt and ran up and down her bare back and then slid down, determined to make it under the waist band of her shorts. Her hands were busy with my belt and jeans, moaning with anticipation in our kiss.

The progress with either denim item was too slow for Gina as she sat upright on her knees: “Lift,” she commanded as she pulled my pants and boxers down my legs. My hand was still half tucked into the back of her shorts as she popped the snap on the front and lowered the zipper; my hand now free to wander. “Oh, god,” she moaned quietly as my fingers slid down her ass, sliding over her puckered star and then dipping into her hot, wet pussy.

My cock soon felt her lips and warm mouth as I ran my other hand through her thick hair, brushing it aside so I could massage her neck and tickle at her ear. Her sucking was energetic as she tried to deep-throat me, causing her to gag. The thick mucus lubed my cock as she switched to jacking me and playing with my balls while sucking on the head and taking short quick strokes with her mouth. I wasn’t really of a mind to hurry through this; you can always nuke Thai food if it gets cold; so I concentrating on her, running my fingers in and out of her pussy slightly, gathering her juices and spreading them up and down her outer lips and then up to her asshole, making sure it was nice and slick. The plan seemed to work as she slowed, distracted by my thumb now making inroads in her ass. Halfway in, she relinquished my cock, concentrating on the thick digit in her ass. “Mmm George,” she moaned, still running her hand up and down my cock, “Fuck my ass baby, stick your thumb up my butt….ohhh… fuck that feels good!”

She went back to sucking as I stroked in and out of her ass until my thumb was buried, the palm of my hand on her ass. I moved it in and out slowly, stirring it around in her ass. Her ass now good and slick, I worked one, then two fingers into her pussy, which was wet to overflowing. My remaining ring finger and little finger were now positioned to slide down and aggravate her clit, nudging it as I rocked my hand, in and out of her ass, in and out of her cunt, sliding over her inflamed clit.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, her body rocking into my hand, and then sucking and jacking some more.

We could both sense the other nearing the edge; my cock seemed to swell to double its thickness, causing her to abandon the deep throat attempts, sucking and licking the head and both hands now around my cock and balls. “Ohhh…. cum for me baby, feed me your cum,” she pleaded, her hand now a blur on my cock, her lips sucking hard on the head.

I doubled my efforts, reaching over to spread her ass and fucking her ass and pussy with a fury; “You first baby, cum for me baby and I’ll give you all you can eat….come on baby…cum for me…. come on!”

We raced to the finish line as I felt her ass and pussy tighten, and her body clinched and then convulsed in orgasm. She tried to cry out, only to be defeated by the load of jizz I fed her. I could heard her breathing deep through her nose as she swallowed and swallowed; so I cried out for both of us…”Ah Fuck Me…Fuck….Fuck…unnhh!” My dick hurt, I came so hard. I held her, my one hand still buried in her backside, my other over her back, pulling her shoulder into my belly. Gina fought to catch her breath, her hand cupping my empty ball sack, excess cum pooling on her hand.

It took a moment before I could focus and I glanced up to see if we had drawn any looky-loo’s. If they had noticed anything, it was just that the windows of the truck were completely fogged up; so they would have to use their imagination. Gina gave me a final cleanup and then sat back up on her knees with my fingers still holding station. She moaned and wiggled her ass, my hand sandwiched between her butt and her legs. She leaned over and kissed me once more, giving me enough room to extricate my invading digits. Setting back, she took my hand and sucked each finger clean. My cock took note, but only half-heartedly.

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