Tight Fit Too
Part VII
He looked kind of lonely. Hardly surprising. A lot of guys come into the pub looking that way but then they don’t always stay that way. He was one of the unlucky ones. He was still lonely. “Can I get you anything else?” I asked.
He looked at the nearly empty bottle in front of him. “Yeah, another of these I guess.”
I almost turned to leave and then I actually did. I went and got his beer and I brought it back to him. “Here you go,” I said with as much chirpiness as I could. “One beer coming up.”
“Thanks.”
“You don’t mind my saying so, you seem a bit down.”
“Yeah? I suppose you could say that.”
“Anything you want to talk about?”
“Not really.”
Well, I’d tried, I told myself. I was about to turn and go take care of the other customers when ...
“My girlfriend’s screwing around on me.”
“Is she now?”
He took a swig from his beer. “Yep. Caught her myself. She was fucking my roommate.”
“Uh oh.”
“Yeah well, it happens.”
“Just because it happens, that can’t make it any easier on you.”
It was like he was looking at me and he was seeing me for the first time. “Yeah well, you’re right about that.”
I knew I should have stayed out of it but I was nearing my break and I hadn’t fucked in so long that I was just so fucking horny. I mean, when you’re like me, eight hours is a long time to go without sex. “So what are you going to do?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said miserably. “I’ll guess I’ll finish off this brewski and then maybe I’ll go home just to see what I’m going to see. Did I tell you they were fucking in the apartment when I left?”
I shook my head. He’d told me he’d caught them but he hadn’t exactly said when or where.
“Well, they were.”
“That sucks.”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe you just have the wrong girlfriend,” I said. What the hell was I doing and yet even as I asked myself that, I knew what I was doing. I just didn’t know why.
“Yeah,” the man agreed.
“You know, I could help you out.”
“Yeah? How?”
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Archie.”
“Well, Archie, how would you like to get back at your girlfriend?”
“Yeah, how’m I going to do that?”
I really hoped I wasn’t going to have to spell the whole thing out for him. “Do you know what time it is?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s almost ten. Why?”
“I take my break at ten,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Usually, I don’t go all that far. Usually, I just go hang out behind the pub. Some of the girls smoke back there, but that’s not my style, but if someone were to join me back there, who knows what he might be able to do with me.”
“Yeah, like what?”
“Like I don’t know but I think maybe we could come up with something, that is if you’re man enough.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know. How about we let you see if you can figure that one out on your own. In fact, I think it’s about time for me to take my break. See ya in a bit, okay?”
I knew he was watching me as I walked away from his table. “Hey, Dale,” I said. “I’m going to take my break.”
He looked at me and I could tell he didn’t like that idea much. Business was really going and he would have preferred it if I’d just stayed where I was and kept delivering the drinks.
“I’ll be back in a few,” I say.
I was still wondering if Archie would take the suggestion when I heard a man say, “Hey.”
“I didn’t know if you were going to come.”
“You did invite me, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I did. I just wasn’t sure you’d come.”
“Well, I did.”
“You sure did. So you want to know how I can make things better?”
“Yeah.”
It may be dark there out behind the pub but there’s a solitary light there and for what I want, that’s more than enough. I bend a bit at the waist and I put my hands against the wall and I wriggle my butt at the love-torn boyfriend. “Do you see something here that maybe interests you.”
I know he does because a few quick peaks are all it takes to tell me that he’s staring at my ass.
“I haven’t got all day you know. I am on my break.”
“You’re serious.”
“Of course I am. I wouldn’t have invited you out here if I wasn’t.”
He thought about that. Truth was he thought too much but at least he didn’t think too long. He was sidling up behind me and then I felt his hand on my hip. “So maybe you want me to do something like this,” he said.
I could feel his hand pulling up my skirt and then there was only the sheerness of my tights between his hand and my body.
“You’re not wearing any panties.”
“You noticed.”
“Kind of hard not to notice.”
“Anything else you might have noticed?”
“What? You mean like the fact that you got a nice ass?”
“Well yeah. That too I suppose.”
“Something else then.”
“Yeah. Something else.”
“You mean maybe the fact that your pussy is wet and ready to be fucked?”
I couldn’t help but sigh at that. Man, I sure did like an observant man. “Yes,” I said. “That was what I was thinking about.”
“Then I guess maybe I did notice.”
“So are you going to do something about it?”
“I think so.”
I could feel his hands reaching for the waistband of my tights but I stopped him before he could get his hands there. “Don’t do that,” I said.
“Huh?”
“Don’t pull them down,” I said.
“I don’t understand.”
“Don’t pull them down,” I said again. “Just rip them.”
“I still don’t understand.”
“I just want you to rip them, I said again. “I want you to tear your way inside of them. I want you to tear your way inside of my pussy.”
For a moment, it seemed as if he didn’t get it but then his hands pulled back from the waistband of my tights and I felt his fingers clawing at my crotch and I felt the exquisite feel as he tore his way inside of the tights.
“That’s it,” I encouraged him.
I didn’t really need to encourage him because once he had the idea, he knew what he needed to do. He had my tights ripped open and before I knew it, I could feel him insinuating his cock between my legs.
“That’s it,” I cooed but again, I needn’t have bothered. He already knew what he needed to do.
His cock just felt so good as he shoved it up between my legs.
“Do you like that?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned.
“I can tell,” I moaned. I think he was taking his frustrations with his girlfried out on my pussy and my pussy just loved it.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
“Are you going to cum for me?”
“Yeah,” he groaned.
“I want you to,” I told him. “I want you to cum in my pussy.”
I’m not sure if he really needed that direction or if he was going to do it anyway but one way or the other, he was going to cum in my pussy and it just felt so good when he did.
“Damn, Archie,” I said when he was finally done. “You sure did fill me up good.”
“Thanks,” he said sheepishly.
“My break’s just about over,” I said. “I better get back inside.”
“Yeah, I better get going, too.”
“Oh, so you’re just going to fuck and run. Is that it?”
“No, I didn’t mean it like that,” he apologized.
I just laughed. “I don’t care how you meant it,” I said. “You don’t have to stick around if you don’t want to, but if you do feel like it, feel free to come back around anytime you want to and look me up.”
“I’ll do that,” he said.
I watched him walk off and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was all talk or if I actually would see Archie again. I waited until he was out of sight before I shrugged and headed back in. It didn’t matter if he was going to come back in. What mattered at that very moment at least was I had a job to do and at least for the moment, my pussy was very well fucked.
Dale was in a foul mood when I came back in from my break. “Took you long enough,” he growled.
“What?”
“We got a bunch of customers who are here for a good time.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So taking care of their needs is part of your job. Get out there and do your job.”
I smiled as saucily as I could and I did what he wanted and I never did bother that even on my break, I’d been taking care of his precious customers. Somehow, I got the feeling that he wouldn’t have appreciated that particular observation.
I didn’t see Archie the next day or the day after that and I kind of figured that meant he wasn’t coming back, or heck, maybe he was feeling guilty about what we’d done, or maybe he’d gotten back together with his girlfriend or who knew what. Whatever the reason, Archie hadn’t come into the pub and to tell the truth, I wasn’t really looking for him.
And then suddenly, there he was. I was working the day shift and to tell the truth, the pub wasn’t all that busy.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” I said back. “It’s Archie, isn’t it? How’s the girlfriend?”
“She’s fine, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“I don’t really know,” he said. “I mean, it’s not like we’re together anymore.”
“So you didn’t get back with her?”
“What? Are you kidding?”
“So what are you doing?”
“What do you mean?”
“What are you doing without her?”
“Me? I’m living large. I can do what I want to, you know. I can sleep in if I want to. I can hang out with the guys. You know. Life’s good.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“What did you mean?”
I smiled even as I pushed closer and I let my hand stroke the front of his jeans. “I meant what are you doing about this.”
“I’m doing okay,” he said but he sounded kind of nervous.
“You sure?”
“Y-yeah.”
“All right. If you’re doing good. I guess that’s all that matters. It’s just that I thought if you needed help, I thought I’d help you out but I guess you don’t need that,” and with that, I walked away to take care of some of the other customers.
He stopped me the next time I came around just like I thought he would. “Hey,” he said. “What you were talking about before?”
“Yes?”
“Were you saying what I thought you were saying?”
“I don’t know. I suppose that all depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“Depends on what you were thinking.”
He looked to the left and then he looked to the right. “Were you talking about sex?” he asked in a hushed whisper.
“I’ll tell you what,” I said. “I get off in fifteen minutes. If you’re still here, maybe you can take me home and then we’ll see if that was what I was talking about.”
I left him to ponder that. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through his head but I knew what was going through mine. Bill had been working late all this week and I was horny so if Archie wanted to take me home, yeah, I was going to let him fuck me and what Bill didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him or me.
I pretty much ignored Archie but I could feel his eyes watching me and to tell the truth, it made me hot, and the more I seemed to ignore him, the more he seemed to watch.
It was getting close to quitting time. It was Sam who was tending bar. “Hey, Sam, I’m going to be leaving now,” I told him.
“Sure thing, Heather. See you tomorrow?”
“Of course.”
“All right then. Have a good rest of the day.”
“Oh, I intend to.”
I stopped for just a moment by the table where Archie was sitting. “Well,” I said, “are you coming?” I asked and then I continued on out of the pub.
He was close on my heels and then he was taking me to his car and it wasn’t long before I was letting him into Bill’s apartment.
“Nice place,” he said. “You live here alone?”
“What do you think?”
“I think it looks like there’s someone else living here.”
“Very observant.”
“Look, I don’t know about this.”
“What’s there to know?” I asked.
“I’m just getting out of a relationship,” he said.
“Yeah, so,” I said as I pulled him to the bed. I sat on the bed and I opened his belt and then I opened his jeans.
“This is ... I mean, my girlfriend—”
“You know what? I’m tired of hearing about her,” I said as I took Archie’s underwear down.
Whatever objections Archie might have said were lost as I took his cock in my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned.
Now that was more like it. I just kept sucking. I knew what I wanted and I was bound and determined that even if Archie didn’t want it yet, he soon would.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned again.
I pulled my mouth free from his cock. “What do you think?” I asked. “Does that give you any ideas?”
“Ideas?”
“You know. Like any ideas of anything you might want to do to me with this big, hard cock of yours.”
“Oh.”
“Well?”
“You know, you’re one hell of a tease.”
“You noticed.”
“Yeah, well which one is it?”
“Which one is what?”
“Are you a tease, or are you going to put out?”
I leaned back and I pulled up my skirt and I let him see my sheer, white tights. I had a pretty good idea that he could see my pussy through the tights. “What do you think?” I asked.
“I don’t think you’re a tease.”
“Good answer.”
Archie climbed up onto the bed and he was about to pull my tights down when I reminded him what I wanted. “Remember,” I said, “I want you to rip me open.”
He remembered and the next thing I knew, he was ripping my tights open and he was shoving his cock inside my tight, little pussy. “Oh yeah,” I cooed. “That’s definitely what I want.”
It must have been what Archie wanted too because as soon as he got his cock inside me, he just let his cock go to town on my pussy and my pussy loved every bit of it.
He fucked me on my back. He fucked me on my side and he fucked me when I was face down on the bed.
“Are you going to cum inside me?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah.”
“I want you to,” I told him.
“What about your boyfriend?”
“What about him?”
I think that’s all that Archie wanted to hear because in the next instant, he was groaning even as his cock pumped his cum deep inside my pussy.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
I let him empty himself inside me but then I told him it was time to go.
“But—”
“No buts. You got to get out of here before my boyfriend comes home.”
“But will I get to see you again?” he asked.
“We’ll see.”
I let Archie out and then I went to the kitchen where I found Bill making a sandwich. “You were watching.”
“Hell yeah, I was watching.”
“And?”
“And what?”
I didn’t want to go through this. I didn’t want to drag every last word out of Bill and I didn’t want to have to wonder where his head was at. He’d just watched me fuck another guy in his apartment and in his bed, but it seemed as if he was going to make me ask.
And then at the last minute, he said it. “You want to know what I think, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I think it was hot.”
“You do?” To tell the truth, I was amazed. Were I in Bill’s shoes, I don’t think hot is the word I would have used to describe what I’d done. Pissed maybe. Disappointed probably. But hot?
“Sure. You thought I was going to be mad, didn’t you?”
I nodded.
“Well, I was ... at first, but then I realized you were just being you. You just couldn’t help yourself. You felt compelled to fuck that guy, didn’t you?”
I nodded again. I hadn’t really thought about it that way but when he put it that way, yeah, I did feel compelled to fuck him in pretty much the same way that I felt compelled to wear tights instead of panties or that I loved it when some guy ripped my tights open. Yeah, I felt compelled to fuck.
“So you have to do it, just like you had to do it with me.”
I wasn’t sure I liked the way this was going but I was stuck now. I was going to have to let him say whatever he was going to say.
“But in the end of the day, I still get to have you here with me. The other guy, he just wanted to fuck, but I get to keep you here with me and in the end, I still get to get what I want.”
“So you’re not mad?” I asked hopefully.
“Mad, no, but I want to watch.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Not at all and I want something more.”
“What?”
“I want you to marry me. I want you to know you’re mine when you’re fucking those other guys. I want you to have to come back to me. I want you to have to tell me what you’ve done.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Not at all. I want you to marry me, but I want you to fuck as many guys as you can. Do you think you can do that for me?”
I nodded. I couldn’t believe this was happening but I nodded nonetheless.
“All right then, put on a new pair of tights and let’s start from the top.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening but I did as he said. I put on a new pair of tights and I climbed into bed with him.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
I did exactly what he told me to do and it was only then that I felt his body pressed up against mine and one of his hands on my hip.
“Now,” he said. “Tell me what a horny, little slut you’ve been.”
I couldn’t help but gasp as I felt his hands tear into my tights and it was just so exquisite, the tearing of my clothes and the feel of his cock as he pushed his way in between my legs. I moaned as he entered me and then I moaned again and I told him everything.
That was twelve years ago.
Bill and me are married now and in case anyone’s wondering, I never did go back to school but we still live there in town. It’s just that I don’t have to work as a waitress anymore.
Which leads me to me sitting at the bar. I was dressed in a tight, little gray sweater and a little plaid skirt and I was fingering my pearls as I looked at the boy sitting near by.
He was hardly what anyone would call a pretty boy. In fact, to be honest, he was a bit of a geek with his horn-rimmed glasses and his white button-up shirt and he almost looked out of place in the pub there except that even geeks need to drink and besides, I rather like geeks, and from what I could tell, he really needed a drink.
I moved over and I sat down next to the boy but he didn’t look at me. He just looked at his beer as if looking at his beer was somehow going to give him what he wanted. His beer couldn’t but I could.
“Hi,” I said.
He finally looked up and he finally saw me sitting next to him. “Hi,” he grumbled and then he looted at his beer again even as his hand stroked his mug.
“Hi,” I said again and this time when he looked up, I quickly went on. “I’ve been watching you,” I said.
“Yeah? What for?”
I slipped my hand under the bar and then I slipped it in between his legs and suddenly his head popped up. “I’ve been watching you,” I said again.
I could tell he didn’t want to do anything that would call attention to himself and he certainly didn’t want to call attention to what I was doing with him because more than anything, he didn’t want me to stop.
“I’ve been watching you,” I said again.
“Yeah,” he said in a tight voice.
“Yeah. You’re not a pretty boy, are you?”
I could feel the boy stiffen even as that part of him between his legs became a little less stiff if even for a moment.
“I don’t like pretty boys,” I said. “Do you want to know why?”
The boy was hovering right there on the edge and it was clear he wasn’t sure if he did want to know but in the end, his curiosity got the better of him. “Why?” he asked.
“Pretty boys have it too easy,” I said. “They get what they want too much of the time and it makes them soft.” My hand stroked the boy’s cock. “But you’re not soft, are you?”
“No,” the boy stammered.
“I’ll bet you’re angry,” I said. “I’ll bet you’re angry that the pretty boys get all the pussy.”
“I’m not angry,” the boy said in a tight voice.
“I think you are,” I said.
“I’m not,” the boy said again.
“Mmm, but I think you are and it’s okay if you are because I love angry, young men with their big, hard cocks, and besides, you and I have a mutual acquaintance.”
“Yeah? Who?”
“Claire Bixley.”
“You know her,” the boy said with a tight, little voice. “How do you know her?”
I just smiled. “Let’s just say that Claire and me aren’t the best of friends.”
“That still doesn’t say how you know Claire.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“Okay, so you don’t like Claire. What’s that got to do with me?”
“Well, first of all, you’re going to fuck me.”
“Okay. What else?”
“It’s not as easy as that. You’ve got to fuck me hard.”
“I can do that.”
“I don’t think you understand. I want you to do something for me.”
“Do what?”
“I want you to think of me as Claire.”
“Think of you as Claire? Why?”
“Because you hate her,” I said.
“Yeah, so?”
“So I want you to take all that rage and energy and I want you to deliver it to my pussy. Can you do that?”
He might have been a good boy but even though I was only rubbing him through his pants, I could feel his cock jump at the thought so I knew the answer even before he said it.
“Can you do it?” I asked again.
“Sure. I can do it.”
The boy’s name was Willis and he was a Junior in school. He was studying Engineering which hardly surprised me because he looked the part. What did surprise me was how he’d met Claire. The kid took aerobics.
As lean as he was, he hardly looked like he needed to take an aerobics class but then he told me why. He was taking the class to meet girls, he said. “So how’s that working out for you?” I asked.
“Terrible.”
I shook my head. “Willis, you’re working too hard at it.”
“That’s easy for you to say. You’re hot. You probably have someone.”
“If I had someone,” I said, “would I have needed to go to a bar and pick you up?”
He had to think about that.
Of course, he was more right than he might have imagined. I pulled into the driveway of my home. “We’re here,” I announced.
“Wow. Nice place.”
“Yeah. Come on in.”
Bill and I had gotten married before Claire was even out of school. Needless to say, neither Claire or her mother was invited to the wedding. And we’d bought this place shortly after that and we’d made some modifications since then. I’m sure Bill was already home and I was sure he was already ready to watch me and Willis get it on.
“Come on,” I said although that was hardly necessary. I knew he was going to follow me wherever I went.
I led him into the bedroom.
For all intents and purposes, it was simply that. It was simply a bedroom but I knew there were cameras all around and in another room in the house, I knew Bill was watching.
“So do you think you’re man enough to fuck me?” I asked, “or was Claire right. Are you really just a boy?”
My question caught him off guard. “What?”
“Are you a man or a boy?”
“I’m a man.”
“Are you sure of that ... boy?”
“I’m not a boy.”
“Then prove it.”
“How?”
“Oh I think you know how.”
He knew how or at least he knew how I wanted him to prove it but then he should have known how. What else had we been talking about if not that. He took his cock out of his pants.
“Impressive,” I said and honestly, it was. Nice and thick. Just the way I like it. “Maybe you are a man after all.”
“I am a man,” he said.
“Then prove it.”
“I am a man,” he said again even as he took off more and more of his clothes. “I am a man and while you might be dressed conservatively, you’re nothing more than a slut.”
“Oooh, big words.”
“Get over here.”
“Why? Are you going to get all manly on me. Is that it?”
“Get over here now.”
God, I love a riled up man and there was no doubt about it that Willis was a riled up man. Not a boy, mind you. He was a man but then I wasn’t done teasing. I sauntered over to him. “What are you going to do to me?” I asked defiantly.
“What am I going to do?” he asked and then he repeated it again. “What am I going to do,” he asked belligerently as he pulled up my sweater. “Turn around.”
Oooh, I thought. This was getting even better.
I could feel his hands lifting up my skirt. “You want to know what I’m going to do,” he said again.
I could feel his hands feeling up my butt through my tights. “Yeah,” I said. “I want to know what you’re going to do.”
I could feel his hand sliding between my legs and then he was pressing my tights against my pussy. “I think I’m going to do this.”
I could feel his fingers pressing my tights up against my pussy and then I could feel him tearing into my tights. “Oh yeah,” I moaned.
I could hear my tights tearing and then I could feel the tights opening up and I could finally feel his hands on my bare ass.
“Oh yeah, Willis,” I moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it.”
I could feel Willis pressing in and then his cock was pressing between my legs. He wasn’t there yet but he was so close.
“You want a man,” Willis said.
Oh geez.
Oh yeah, Willis was a man. Willis was a real man and I loved the way his cock was fucking my pussy. I certainly hoped that Bill was enjoying the show. I certainly knew I was.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned and then he groaned again and that’s when I felt him cumming inside me.
“I thought you’d have lasted longer,” I said.
“Give me a second,” he said. “Give me a second and I’ll be ready to go again.”
He was right. Oh geez. He was so right and it wasn’t long before he had me cumming again.
“So tell me something,” he said when we were finally done. “How do you know Claire.”
“Claire and me, we go way back.”
“To college?”
I was surprised. “Yeah,” I said. “How’d you know?”
“You look like you’re the same age and I know she went to school here.”
“We were roommates,” I said, “but that was a long time ago.”
“Okay.”
“But that’s ancient history. What you want to know about is current events.”
“Current events?”
“Yeah, like what?”
“Claire was always going to treat you bad because you’re not her type.”
“Not her type?”
“Claire’s a social climber. She likes people who can add to her status. She wants people who can raise her up.”
“And you don’t think I can raise her up?”
“It’s not about what I think. It’s what she thinks and when she looks at you, she sees a geek. Now if you were the CEO of a multi-million dollar company ... but that’s not you is it?”
“No,” Willis admitted.
“But here’s the kicker. Claire slipped.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Claire went to this party and she got herself really drunk.”
“Yeah?”
“Actually, she must have gotten herself really drunk.”
“Why’s that?”
“Claire’s got herself a bit of a superiority streak. She thinks she’s better than everyone else and that goes for racially as well. For her to go to bed with a Black guy, she must have really slipped.”
“You’re kidding.”
“About what?”
“She went to bed with a Black guy?
“Yep. Total one night stand. She doesn’t even know who the guy is but that’s the least of her problems.”
“Why?”
“Well, a girl like Claire isn’t going to be on birth control because she doesn’t think she’s going to let a guy fuck her but if it does go that far, she’s going to make the guy wear a condom. Apparently, this time, she screwed up.”
“Why?”
“She’s late.”
“Late?”
“For her period. At least that seems to be what she’s trying to tell herself right now. There’s not a problem. She’s just late but she’s like me. You could practically set your clock according to her pussy. If she’s a week late, that’s late. When it’s been nine weeks and counting, she’s not late.”
“You mean she’s pregnant.”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
“So why are you telling me this?”
I smiled. I liked Willis. He might have been young but he got it. There was a reason. “If you want to fuck her,” I told him, “now’s your best chance.”
“Why?”
“Because more than anything, she wants to be able to convince herself that this guy, this Black man, this one night stand, she wants to convince herself that he’s not the father of her baby. If you ask her now, she’d probably let you do it and she wouldn’t even make you wear a condom.”
“You’re kidding.”
I shook my head. “This is your best chance so what about it? You want to take the shot or not?”
“With Claire you mean?”
“You got it.”
Willis thought it over for all of about two seconds. “I’m not that hard up,” he told me.
“Good boy,” I told him.
“You know, I told you. I don’t like it when you call me boy.”
“I know.”
“Then why do you do it?”
“Because I’m kind of hoping you’ll remember it.”
“You’re hoping I’ll remember it?”
“The next time we fuck.”
“The next time we fuck?”
“Sure. You didn’t think this would be the only time did you? There’s nothing that I like more than young, angry men with big, hard cocks that are just waiting to tear through my tights and teach my pussy a lesson. Fortunately for me, you qualify on all accounts. So what about it ... boy? You up for the job?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I think maybe I am.”
“Then let me put on a new pair of tights and we can get started again.”