I had no clue who it was that was texting me.
“Who is this?” I responded.
“Toni,” came the one word reply.
I searched the recesses of my mind and couldn’t come up with anyone by the name of Toni that I knew.
“I’m sorry,” I replied, “but I don’t know a Toni.”
“You know my mother,” came the reply.
“Who is your mother?” I asked.
“Wendolin,” came the one word reply.
Wendolin was the sister of one of my neighbors. I vaguely remembered meeting her a couple of times in passing when visiting.
“How did you get my number?” I inquired.
“I stole it from my mother’s phone,” Toni replied.
“OK,” I replied. “What can I help you with?”
“Some of my friends and I are stranded, and we were wondering if you could pick us up,” came the reply text.
I was watching television and had no idea why I was the one getting this plea for help. The wife was gone to her parents for the weekend and I couldn’t go because I had to work on Saturday. I looked at my click and it read 9pm.
“Where are you?” I asked, which I then followed up with “Why don’t you take a cab?”
“No money, by the liquor store out on 380,” Toni texted back.
The liquor store on 380 was a good twenty minutes away and while I really wasn’t in the mood to go play taxi cab, the next text made my decision simple. It was a photo of Toni and her friend, another young lady by the name of Sonya that would change my mind. Provocative would be an understatement to describe the photo.
“I’m on my way,” I replied.
“We will make it worth your time,” Toni replied.
I pulled into the dimly lit parking lot of the liquor store, which had already closed. Toni and Sonya were sitting on the pavement next to the store, in a darkened area of the lot. As soon as they saw my headlights, they quickly stood up.
I pulled up next to them. Toni grabbed the front seat and Sonya took the back seat. Each of them held in their hand, a brown paper bag.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Toni remarked, closing the door behind her. She brushed her long brown hair back over her bare shoulders, her huge 38dd boobs straining against the white cottony fabric of her very low cut halter top.
“Oh my gawd!” Sonya exclaimed from the back seat. “I thought for sure you were the law!”
I chuckled as I backed out.
“How old are you two?” I asked.
“I’m seventeen,” Toni replied.
“I’m eighteen,” Sonya remarked.
Neither girl looked their age.
“We have fake ID’s,” Toni acquiesced, pleading, “Please don’t tell my mom.”
“I don’t know about this,” I replied. I was hesitant because if either girl turned out to not be of a consenting age, I would be in big time trouble.
Toni reached across the center divider and placed her hand on my right thigh.
“Please,” Toni begged, “.. my mother would kill me! We just want to have some fun.”
In the back seat, Sonya took a drink from her brown bag and I watched as she licked her lips, sliding her tongue across them in a mildly suggestive manner. She saw me looking at her in the review mirror and winked.
“What is this secret worth to you?” I ask Toni. I had put it all on the line. There was no denying what I was wanting.
“Let me guess...” Toni replied, “You want a blow job.”
“That’s a good start,” I replied. Toni didn’t respond. I took my foot off the pedal and my sports utility vehicle slowed. Toni glanced behind us and alarmed at my slowing down, asked, “Why are we slowing down?”
“Negotiating,” I replied.
“Okay, okay, okay,” Toni quickly replied, “but just so you know, I don’t normally do blow jobs.”
Sonya laughed out loud from the back seat.
“That’s not what I heard,” she said.
Toni looked around at her friend in the backseat.
“Shuddup!” Toni responded.
“I’ve heard she does this thing with her tongue that drives guys cra-zy,” Sonya playfully responded back. Once again, I saw her wink as I peered into the review mirror.
“No I do not !” Toni shot back.
“You’re the blow job expert!” Toni shot back.
Sonya took another drink from her brown paper bag and smiled.
“Yes, I am!” Sonya replied, “and don’t you forget it!”
I pulled into our neighborhood street and then into my garage.
“Is this where you live?” Toni asked as the garage door lowered behind us.
“I hope so,” I sarcastically replied.
The girls followed me into the house.
“Oh! Wow!” Toni remarked, standing in the dining room and surveying the adjacent living room. Sonya stepped past her and took a seat on the leather couch, kicking back and putting her feet up on the coffee table.
“Make yourself at home,” I wryly remarked, taking note of Sonya’s casualness. Toni sat down next to her friend on the couch. At this point, it was clearly obvious that both of them were quite tipsy.
I made my way over to where my couch potatoes were situated, and plopped down between them. I put a hand on the thigh of each and asked, “Okay, who wants to have some fun?”
“Can we just sit and drink a bit?” Toni asked.
“Yeah,” I said, “But no stalling!”
“I have to get a little loosened up and comfortable,” Toni replied.