Chapter 7

Next morning; I fed myself, cleaned up a little, and read for a couple hours; after noon I decided to go out for a little exercise, trying to prepare for boot camp. I got down the stairs and noticed Mrs. Miller taking out the trash; I moved to take it from her and put it in the can next to the garage.

“How are you doing today?”, I asked her.

“Very good.” She hesitated a moment, then went on; “Carl; I’m trying not to be nosey, but Kelly is almost one of my daughters. You took her home last night?” she asked diplomatically.

“Yes, we stopped here after work to talk a bit; she likes to talk.”

“That she does,” Mrs. Miller chuckled. “You’re both adults, so what you do is your decision; just be careful. I don’t know if you’re going to be intimate; times have changed and I’m trying to change with it. If you do it’s okay with me, neither of you need to try to hide it. Not that it’s any of my business really; I just love her and worry about her.”

“I love her a little, too,” I admitted. “She knows I’m leaving in a few months; I guess we’ll see what happens.”

“Okay, I’ve said too much already,” she continued after a second; mostly to herself, I think. “You make a good couple; you would be good for her.”

I smiled and turned; then went jogging down the driveway. I went to the local school and did a few calisthenics and pull ups in the corner of the playground; then went for a real run. I’d always been skinny, and running was easy for me; I just had to work on my stamina. I knew the Marine Corps fitness test involved a 3-mile run, that’s what I was trying to work up to. I also knew in the back of my mind that with winter coming this was probably wasted effort, but maybe not. I ran and walked for an hour, no easy jogging; I made it home without collapsing. I took a nice shower, thinking of the previous night; then got dressed for work, and fixed and ate a small sandwich. I had just cleaned up and refilled my glass of water when I heard someone climbing the stairs; Kelly came into view. She waved through the window, opened the door, and came in, dressed for work.

“I got here a little sooner than I meant to; class got out early and it’s such a nice day, I didn’t want to stay home,” she bubbled. She abruptly stopped, and just looked at me a moment.

I smiled and opened my arms, took her into them; then gave her a nice slow hug, and a kiss. “You’re always going to be welcome here, don’t worry about that. Do you want a sip of my water?”

She took the glass from my hand and had just started to sip when I said innocently, “Mrs. Miller says it’s okay if we fuck.”

“WHAT!” she sputtered, showering me with water.

“She says it’s okay, kinda.”

“WHAT!!!” This was going better than I had hoped. “What are you talking about!”

“I saw her earlier today; she knew you had spent some time here last night, after work.”

“Oh my God!”

I couldn’t keep it up and started laughing, recounting the earlier conversation. “She doesn’t know if we’ve been intimate yet, but she thinks we’re going to be.”

“I should go talk to her.”

“Take it easy, she doesn’t know anything and is just letting us know whatever is going on, it’s okay. Calmly sweetheart; if you rush over there, she’s going to the think the worst. Or the best, depending on your point of view.”

She finally started smiling a little, and put her arms around me again. “You really had me going there, for a minute. Kiss me, asshole.”

That got a laugh from me, before I complied. We quickly started giving it the effort it deserved, when I pulled back a little; “We can’t have you leaving here now even sightly disheveled, or with that nice flush on your cheeks.”

“Chris was right, you can be evil sometimes,” she said with a smile and another kiss, before backing out of my arms. Let’s go to work.”

We got there a little early. Tuesdays were usually a little slow to start; the day shift was down to a skeleton crew so the managers let us clock in and go to work. Kelly went out front, I went to the kitchen and found it in good shape; George, the day salaried cook, said hello and goodbye; he had things to do at home. I stocked a couple things; and then just puttered around a little, cleaning up.

Right at 5 Chris walked through the kitchen, squeezed my ass, and asked, “Where’s Kelly?

“I think she’s in the back dining room, setting tables.”

“You’ll get your kiss later; let me go talk with her.”

I watched the two of them for a second; a quick hug and then they were chatting quietly a mile a minute; I heard a faint giggle as I turned back to the kitchen, I don’t know which one it was. Business picked up; for a couple hours I was pressed a little to keep up; both Kelly and Chris were smiling at me every time they passed the counter.

Chris paused by the kitchen, I looked at her with a question in my eyes; she chuckled and said, “We’re still comparing notes; one of us will get back to you,” she said with a smile on her face.

Another slow hour, then business started trickling in; people who had gone shopping or to the movies, I assumed. Another hour and it had slowed again; this time Chris smiled when she came by and gave that nod of her head to the rear. We met in the store room; the door wasn’t completely shut when she moved into my arms. This was another great kiss; ass-squeezing included.

“I’ve been looking forward to that all day,” she said when we came up for air. “Now I know what the other waitresses were asking me about last week, glowing the way she is. Not really glowing; she’s just got a little more sway to her hips, or something. I’m going to take her home tonight so we can really talk, you’re on your own for now. Rest up, you’re going to need all your strength tomorrow night.” Another long kiss and she was gone; it took a second to realize I hadn’t said a word.

We had a little flurry of business when the last movies of the night let out, and the theater closed. Business was winding down for the night; Kelly came by, winked at me, and nodded to the rear. Again, I hadn’t completely closed the door when she was writhing against me, tongue in my mouth. This one lasted a little longer, she kept giggling and starting over.

“Chris told you she’s taking me home?” she whispered; I nodded. “She’s so easy to talk to; that’s almost the best thing about this.” She squeezed my ass and kissed me again. “Almost. She’ll let you know tomorrow night what we think will work; if you don’t agree, we’ll come up with something, the three of us. Love you;” and she was gone, again before I could say anything.

By 11:45, everything was done and we were just standing around; the managers decided to lock up a few minutes early, and we were done. No one needed to wind down at the little diner, we all headed home.

Kelly got to the apartment the next afternoon, right around 4:30; I met her at the car and we piled in. “Sorry, I seem to be running a little late,” she began. “Chris and I talked for hours last night; I didn’t get home until after 2. She’s going to talk with you tonight after your ‘lesson’. You’re getting very good grades, I think. Reviews, I mean,” she giggled.

I laughed myself and said, “We are having fun, aren’t we. That’s the main thing; if anyone isn’t we’ll have to re-think this.”

“We’re good. I thought I might have a harder time with it, but it’s so much fun. No pressure, no demands, just being with friends. Close friends, for sure.”

We got to the restaurant; I clocked in and went to work. Chris was already there with a few of the other waitresses, they started chatting around the break tables; waiting until 5 to clock in. Wednesdays could be slow or busy, you never knew ahead of time. Tonight, it was pretty steady up ‘til 8, then it slowed. Chris came by, winked and whispered, “Later, baby;” then continued on. 30 minutes later Kelly gave me the wink and nod, I followed her into the storeroom. She quickly pinned me to the door, hiked up her skirt, wrapped one leg around mine, and ‘Kissed’ me; capital K. After a minute, she dropped her leg, spun around and leaned back against me, pulling my hands to her breasts and grinding her ass against me.

“I love your hands on me, I can’t seem to get enough of it,” she whispered. “Feel how hard my nipples are through my bra? I’m wet enough for you to fuck me right now; I can’t believe how horny I’m getting thinking of you and Chris being together tonight. I should be jealous, but I’m not; I keep thinking about how good it was for me; how could I not want that for her? Chris is going to take me home again; she’ll meet you at your apartment.” She quickly spun back around, gave me another passionate kiss, and disappeared; I guess I could save my words for later.

We had a couple customers come in at 11:45, but they just wanted dessert and drinks. I’d had the kitchen and back of the restaurant clean and ready to close an hour ago; the managers had decided that the last couple of tubs of dirty dishes could wait until morning. I said my goodbyes, got another wink from Chris, then clocked out a little early and went home.

Once there I turned on the lamps, stereo, and the radio in the bedroom; turned on the electric blanket just in case; and took a thorough shower. I scrapped the little bit of stubble from my chin and upper lip, and put on a little bit of aftershave. I put on a t-shirt and shorts, and made sure the outside light was on and door unlocked. I settled on the couch, waiting as patiently as I could. 10 minutes later Chris came quickly and quietly through the door, I met her in the kitchen and helped her remove her sweater. She just tossed it on the small kitchen table, set her purse down next to it, and turned to me.