The Wine Bar was the place to be that summer. Places become fashionable for reasons that can quickly become obscure; everybody goes there, that’s all. Rob was the manager, so obviously he was delighted. He was also delighted with the staff. The chef was a local guy and no genius, but he produced tasty food, didn’t make a fuss and the customers liked it.
And then there were the waitresses. Three girls from Scotland, who hadn’t known each other before they came. They were all just getting out of their home towns for the summer and had coincidentally chosen Guernsey. It was British, so there were no work permit issues, they spoke the same language and it was about as far as they could go to get away without actually leaving the country.
Donna and Marie quickly became big buddies. They were both aged 18, working class girls. Donna was fair haired, with blue eyes and a rather masculine air. She was a non-nonsense person who spoke her mind and had strong political views, which she had inherited from her father, a union representative in a Glasgow shipyard. Marie was softer, prettier and more girly. She had black hair, a pale complexion and ripe, prominent lips. Despite them, though, she gave the impression of being untouched by human hand.
And then there was Lulu. Her real name was Lucinda, but she thought that too prissy and straight-laced. Lulu was a good-time girl name, and that was what she wanted to be. She was a fluffy blonde and worldy, but not overburdened with intelligence.
Rob got on well with all the girls. He was the boss and they treated him with respect, but they also seemed to like him. He made them laugh with his disparaging remarks about the customers and his jaded view of life in general.
He gave them a lift home when the bar shut at 11.30, unless they were going into town. But he kept his hands off them, because it isn’t wise to play around with the staff.
One night, very late in the season, when Marie was off and Lulu going clubbing, he and Donna found themselves alone together in the darkened bar and very aware of it. Rob felt that strange electricity and as they finished sweeping, washing and polishing, they stood too close together in the kitchen. He put his arm around her shoulder and said, “One more week and it’s all over for another year.” The island had gone quiet and he was going back to the skeleton staff for the winter. “Got anything lined up?”
“There’s no work up there,” Donna said. “I’ll send my CV out and see what happens.”
“You got a proper CV?” he asked. “Up to date?” She shrugged. “I could have a look at it if you like,” he said.
“That would be great,” she said. “Shall I bring it in tomorrow?”
“We can do it now if you like,” Rob said, as they left the building.
Donna and Marie shared a small, cheap flat in a run-down part of town, but they had done something with it, Rob thought, with funny little brightly painted carved wood mirrors and the sort of knick knacks that teenage girls seemed to buy when, if it was left to the rest of the world, they would have languished in the shops until bankruptcy swept them into bin bags.
Marie was already in bed, so Rob and Donna sat quietly as they went through the CV. It wasn’t very long, because she wasn’t very old, but there was a bit of chopping and changing as she went away for summers and went home in the winter, although two places had valued her enough to have her back, so Rob suggested putting that in a kind of introduction. She emailed it to him so he could work on it in the morning.
They were drinking Bailey’s Irish Cream, which was all the girls had, but Rob had had a few beers at work and was feeling pretty mellow. He and Donna sat together on a futon and Rob put his arm around her.
“You going to kiss me?” Donna asked, drawing away.
“I’d like to,” he replied, leaning over her.
Donna shook her head. “Sorry,” she said, “You’re not my type.”
“Okay,” he said, sitting back. “Too old?” He was 35.
“No, you’re fine. And I like you. But you’re just…”
“Is it because I’m the boss?”
“That would be a complication,” she said. “But you’re…”
“Too skinny?” he said playfully.
“Too male,” she said. “There, I’ve said it. You’re a good looking guy, you’re a nice
guy and I can see you’re sexy, but I’m not into guys anymore.”
“Okay,” he replied lamely, wishing he had something more satisfactory to say.
“Marie’s not like me,” she said. “And she likes you. But if I were you I’d try Lulu.”
As it happened, it was Lulu with whom he closed the bar the next night. Donna was off and he’d let Marie go early, as it was quiet. Lulu wanted to go out, so they wandered into town, which was in its late-night configuration of quiet streets and pockets of noise bursting from the clubs. They found a pub that thought it was a disco but wasn’t quite so loud, and sat in a corner. Lulu seemed to know everybody – every boy, anyhow. Starstruck youths took diversions over to her table to pay their respects and touch her.
Rob soon became bored by Lulu’s inane idea of conversation, which revolved around minor celebrities and how sexy certain men she knew were. He thought about giving up altogether, but Donna had pointed him in this direction, so he thought he’d better persevere.
The first sign of progress came when Lulu said she was bored and would like to go home. They drove to her bedsit and she invited him in. There were posters on the walls of young heartthrobs, bare-chested and posing like the male bimbos they were. Lulu put on some music by a boy band and Rob gritted his teeth and kept his eyes on the prize: sex with a girl who, he felt, would be very entertaining in that respect. At least he wouldn’t have to listen to her if she had his cock in her mouth. She adjusted her top, drawing his attention to her cleavage, and straightened her skirt. He made a grab for her, but she squirmed away from him.
“I thought so,” she said vehemently. “You just want a shag, don’t you? Well my boyfriend will be here any minute, so if I were you I’d piss off.”
“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” he said in surprise.
“Yes. Well there’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” she said. “You know, you haven’t said one nice thing to me all night.” Rob thought about it and concluded that she was right. He didn’t really like her, had nothing in common with her and had indeed said nothing flattering or even seductive, as he would have with most girls.
They were both standing up now. Lulu put her hand into her panties and slid her middle finger into her pussy. Then she held it right under his nose and he tried to isolate something pleasant in the aroma.
“I’m going to have a shower now because Jackson’s coming round,” she said. “For you, I stink. For him, I don’t.”
Jackson was one of the bar’s regulars, a dangerous-looking young man with a quick temper.
“Go on, fuck off,” Lulu spat. “Go and moan to Donna about what a bitch I am. Fucking easy, but not that
easy. And no, I won’t be in tomorrow because I’m starting somewhere else. So you don’t have to sack me, although I will
be expecting my full wages.”
Rob left quickly. He passed Jackson on the stairs and grunted “Hello, mate,” but decided not to push his luck any further.
He intended to go straight home, but as he passed Donna and Marie’s flat he noticed the light was on. Perhaps not thinking too straight, he went in and knocked on the door. Footsteps approached the door and Marie’s little-girl voice said quietly “Who is it?”
“It’s Rob,” he said. Marie opened the door hesitantly , but smiled when she saw him.
“Sorry it’s so late,” he said. “Is Donna in?”
“Won’t be back tonight,” Marie said. “Staying at her new friend’s. Is it something I can help you with? I know you’re doing her CV.”
“No, nothing like that,” he said. “I just wanted to have a chat.”
“You been out with Lulu?” Marie asked lightly. “You look terrible.”
“Yes,” he said, accepting her nod to sit down.
“Didn’t it go well?” Marie asked. He shook his head. “She’s a bit of a psycho on the quiet,” Marie said and patted him on the leg.
“She certainly is,” Rob agreed.
“So you run into a lesbian one night and a psycho the next,” Marie said. “That just leaves the virgin.”
Rob thought about asking if that was true, but decided against it. Marie stroked his head.
“Poor Rob,” she said.
“Donna seemed to think I’d be okay with Lulu,” he said.
“Aye. You know what I think?” Marie asked. “I think she was trying to protect me. She does do that. She’s like my minder.” She took his hand and he examined the feeling for evidence. Was this sympathy or something more? He looked in her eyes and saw that it was more.
“Why would you need to be protected from me?” Rob asked.
“End of the season,” Marie said sagely. “Things happen. She knows I like you and she thinks you’re determined to have one of us.”
“That doesn’t make me sound very good,” Rob said.
“Well you’d better kiss me and then apologise,” Marie said so tenderly that he almost wept. They kissed and it was romantic and sexy.
“I am sorry,” Rob said. “It was you I liked the most all along. I just didn’t think…”
“You didn’t think I’d go for it. Because I’m a virgin.”
“I didn’t know you were a virgin,” he said.
“I’m not,” she said. “But I don’t get around as much as some.”
They kissed again and Rob slid his hand up her skirt. To his surprise and delight, she relaxed her thighs and let his hand into her private zone.
“Are you going to take me to bed?” she said softly, standing up and leading him by the hand.
Her bedroom was painted dark pink and there were cuddly toys on the single bed. They undressed each other and lay together, smiling as they caressed.
Her skin was smooth and white, her breasts small but cute. She clearly wasn’t a sun-worshipper, unlike Donna, who was the colour of teak. Marie’s pubic hair was trimmed into a heart shape. He knelt up and pushed her knees apart. He was about to go down when she stopped him. He realized that his posture was very much like that of a diver.
“Don’t,” Marie said quietly. “Nobody’s ever done that to me.”
He looked at her down there and said, “Pretty pink lips.”
Marie turned her face away and said, “Rob, you’re embarrassing me.”
He lay on top of her and kissed her gently.
“Nobody has ever kissed your pretty pink lips,” he said in a mixture of teasing and affection. “I won’t hurt them, I promise.” He put his hand between her legs and she thought for a moment.
“Aye, go on,” she said. “It’s going to happen one day.”
He moved into position slowly enough to stop if she changed her mind again, but she didn’t. He kissed her pussy lips softly, then licked them apart and got his tongue right into her. She made little shivery movements and uttered soft sounds of approval.
Rob gave this nice girl a good, comprehensive licking, conscious that, as it was her first time, he had a certain responsibility. He sucked her clitoris and played with it while he licked her inner thighs, before moving back up and kissing her face. He lay between her legs and slid gently, arousingly into her, feeling her oily, marshmallow walls as he traveled further. They made love smoothly and slowly and it was she who said “Harder.” He drove into her as hard as he could without wanting to be brutal, but she urged him on.
“Harder,” she said. “Get right up inside me.” He put his hands behind her and grabbed her shoulders so he could pull her down on him as he thrust upwards. “Yes,” she said. “Yes. Oh. Oh. Aaah.” She came like a spasming snake, working herself around him until he was there too. “It’s okay,” she said, reading his thoughts. “It’s okay.”
He emptied his semen into her and she welcomed it. Her snaking hips drew it and her vagina held him tight. The night was quiet and the house was still.
“That was immense,” she sighed as she lay loosely on her back. “So that’s why people like the licking.”
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