Aren’t you going to say something?, she asked me. I faked like it was no big deal. Tom started to massage her inner thigh and she squirmed. I was still frozen. I hate confrontation so much, I just didn’t have the words. And still, watching his hard hands squeezing the inside of her thigh was making my balls tighten. Everything inside me was screaming no. Make it stop, except one small thing. Somewhere deep in the darkest part of me something wanted to see more. How far would she let him go? As these thoughts raced through my mind I realized she was still waiting for me to speak up. To say something, anything. Tom’s hand turned now, pushing back what little dress was there he was palming her white cotton covered pussy. In the fire light it was hard to make out what exactly his hand was doing now. Still no objection, he asked. Jaynes honey eyes were shining fiercely from the flames. She was a picture of hurt, anger and broken heart. I looked at my shoes.
Author: 1nmy
A Mentor [Part 3] [MMF]
As Jayne disappeared through the sliding door Tom turned his attention to me and asked how a dumb fuck like me ended up with a girl like that? He made fun of me all the time like that at work, it was just us guys being guys. I laughed and said honestly I have no idea. He told me a girl like her deserved a real man and I was going to have to figure it out pretty quick. I laughed again and toed the leg of my BBQ. Tom started to explain to me the difference between a gas and charcoal grill and why charcoal was better. It actually did make sense.
Jayne came back out with a beer for me and she had a bottle of whiskey as well.
I don’t like whiskey so trying to avoid it I asked about the girls. She said they’d had a long day and she’d just tucked them in bed for the night. Tom inspected the whiskey and apparently approved. But playfully Jayne grabbed it back, pulled the cork and started chugging it! I cringed watching and even Tom’s eyes widened. When she finally tilted it back down her cute facial features screwed up in a look that let us know the taste had finally hit her. Tom congratulated her and stepped forward to pat her on the back. He told her he’d never seen anything like it, while he was rubbing her shoulder. She was blushing and said something about getting the job done quick and easy. I was feeling sick again watching Tom
A Mentor [Part 2] [MMF]
Once we were back in the car and rolling again I pointed out to Jayne that I thought she had a new admirer. She laughed a little but insisted she was sure he was just a nice older man. I’m not sure if it was her innocence or what had just happened but my dick was rigid in my pants. Had it been that way since that man had been hugging her? The rest of the trip was uneventful and soon we were in Kansas.
I’d only had a day to help unpack before I had to report to my first day at work. The boss was not what I expected. He sat behind his dirty desk inside his “office” which was basically half of a single wide trailer, taking long drags off of a Pall Mall. Barely taking the time to greet me he slid some paperwork to me and told me I’d be with Tom today. Before I could ask where I’d find Tom his phone was ringing and he was waving me out the door.
A Mentor [Part 1] [MMF]
I started my new job six months ago. Laying fiber for the utility company out here in Kansas. It’s tough work, I wasn’t used to this kind of labor before. Honestly I don’t know why they even hired me. But somehow I landed the job without ever even having had a face to face interview. Let me back up a little.
My wife Jayne and I lived in California. We both hated it. I worked for an insurance company and was trying my absolute hardest to make it so she didn’t have to work. But it was a struggle. We married young and had two babies right away. She was so happy being pregnant. It was a side of her I’d never seen. I know people talk about, “the pregnancy glow.” But she defined it.
She just hated that I had to go to that office everyday. I could tell for months all she wanted was a quiet little life somewhere in the Midwest. She loved her country music, cooking in her little apt kitchen and organizing all her little baby things. But I could see the light fading. I could see her unhappiness with every siren that screeched past our apt. I knew we had to leave but I was skill-less, penny less, and Jayne was 8 months pregnant.