Avon Lady
Copyright© 2025 & 2026 by Duncan Mickloud
Chapter 5: Bob Leaves
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 5: Bob Leaves - This is a love triangle story that takes place in the 70s & 80s. Two Army buddies get the boot from the service with tens of thousands of others when Jimmy Carter enters the White House. They end up sharing an apartment. A cute little blonde arrives unannounced. Soon the three become a love triangle. The blonde confuses and confounds both men. Both want her, but only one can have her. Other affairs happen, one of them with a big boobed Avon Lady, an homage to those hard-working Avon ladies.
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic True Story Military Restart Cheating InLaws Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Safe Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism Big Breasts Small Breasts Nudism
When Bob came home, I asked him to go out and get a beer with me. So we went to Jax Liquors. (Now defunct, I think) We went in and passed through the back door into the semi-hidden lounge area. After sitting, we ordered two Jack and Cokes.
I started, “How are you doing, Bob? Is something going on? The girls are flustered about something.”
He said, “Sam and I are not working out. It’s taken two live-in girlfriends to figure out that I’m not ready for a relationship. To add to my problems, I was offered an Assistant manager position. The bad part is that it’s over in Lake City.”
I said, “Hell, that’s great news, isn’t it?”
He said, “I’ll leave you in a lurch with the bills, and then there’s Sam. I feel guilty about her and me. I kinda snatched her away when she arrived. There’s no pussy like new pussy. Sadly, she and I have no magic between us. It may be hurting her if I take off on her like that.
(Surprise me, he even noticed she was unhappy.)
I said, “As far as Sam goes, I brought her down here. Let me take responsibility for Sam until she gets back on her feet. As far as the roommate thing goes, we’re old army buddies.”
I continued, “I don’t really need a roommate to help me pay the rent anymore. Maybe one of the girls might decide to get a job. I wouldn’t worry about that shit too much, Bob. You need to accept that job immediately and not pass up a good opportunity.”
He said, “Um, I already did. Sorry. When you asked me out for a beer, I planned to tell you about the job. I’ve been at the muffler shop for less than a year and am already being moved up to manager. The other guys are all good at doing the day-to-day shit. None of them has ever held any responsibility. Most can’t spell the word ‘Supervisor,’ let alone do the job. My army time helped me there. It gave me supervisory experience.
I said, “So, when do you transfer?”
He said, “That’s the really uncomfortable part. I start next Monday. I need to pack up and go over there right away. I need to find a place to stay and get the lay of the land long before Monday. I’m thinking of leaving first thing tomorrow morning.”
I said, “I guess this should be our last drink together. You don’t want to be hungover if you’re driving to Lake City. There must be a dozen FHP cops between here and there.”
He chuckled, “Ya, who knew you could survive without a quart of Jack Daniels every couple of days.”
I said, “We are growing up, Bob. Good thing, drinking too much kills you in many ways.”
We returned to the house, and he took Sam into his room to talk with her. I didn’t hear any crying. I took Wendy into our room and told her Bob was leaving in the morning. His company offered him a job in Lake City. Wendy was happy he was going.
In many ways, Bob’s negativity had been weighing on all of us mentally. We didn’t make love before she went to sleep. I just held her for a while.
I thought Bob got the job only because they needed a manager there immediately. Bob only has to put his suitcase and stereo in his Corona and drive the 100 miles.
I took my book and went to the living room. I had not eaten, so I made a ham sandwich with lettuce and tomato. I took that and an iced tea into the living room and settled in for the evening. Working nights was really starting to become a drag.
After I was there a while, I took a well-needed pee break. Soon Sam came out and sat near me. It was really early. I wondered if she had slept at all.
“Bill, can we talk a little? I’m worried about my role here. Bob lured me away from you. I know I was supposed to come here and be your temporary girlfriend, but you didn’t seem interested in me.”
I said, “That impression’s really my fault. I fell for Wendy hard within a few days of her arrival here. But she traveled down here to see if Bob and she were a match. I didn’t want to interfere. As it turned out, he wasn’t her match. They didn’t click. As for you being here, don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I brought you down here, and I’ll take care of you.”
She said, “I can’t do that. You belong to Wendy now. I see you two are an item. I have no use here as a third wheel. She kicks ass at housework and cooking. I’m merely an ornament here.”
I asked, “A pretty ornament. How old are you, anyway?”
She said, “Eighteen. Why?”
I said, “Can I show you something in the bathroom?”
She said, “Ohhhkkaayy.”
I said, “It’s a good thing. If I wanted to make a pass, I already would have.”
She said, “I know. You’re always a straight shooter.”
I took her into the bathroom.
I said, “Stand in front of the mirror. Tell me, what do you see?”
She looked at me inquiringly and said, “My face?”
I said, “I see an exquisitely pretty face. You could use your good looks to make a very good living?”
She said, “How would I and what would I be doing?”
I said, “Let’s go back to the living room, and I’ll tell you there.”
I said, “If you put on a business skirt and a white blouse, you will look almost like a fashion model. Maybe Wendy’s Avon lady could come over and tell you how to use makeup to look professional. I know nothing about that stuff. Dolled up a bit, I bet you could land a job as a receptionist easily within a week. Wendy and I will help you. What do you think?”
She said, “I’ll think about it. If I did that, what would I be around here?”
I said, “Our friend and roommate. Only a roommate. No hanky-panky required between you and me. I pay Wendy’s way because she’s my babe now and takes care of me full-time. She cooks, cleans the house, and washes my laundry, plus ‘other things.’
I thought for a second, ‘A lot like a wife. Eeek!’
I continued, You would chip in to help with the expenses and be our roommate if you wanted. Say, $35 a month for rent and stuff, and throw in a few extra bucks on grocery day. How does that sound?”
She said, “That sounds too reasonable. So, I could get a car and change my bedroom to how I want it to be?”
I said, “All of that and more.”
She stopped to think for a minute. I looked at her. God, she is pretty when she’s not strung out by shit. She’s wearing a camisole most women would die for. It’s somewhere between light yellow and tan. It’s thick enough that it somewhat hides the dark color of her nipples. I had seen her nipples once before when she had one of Bob’s t-shirts on. He favors short-sleeve t-shirts.
Bob has a couple of sleeveless T-shirts. She had worn one for one day. I think Wendy asked her not to wear one again - dammit!
The camisole is only held up by strings. There is a diagonal dart from each nipple area down and back to each side. The top of that dart seam draws your eyes right to her nipples. The dart ends precisely where the nipple would be, and the cloth points it out luridly. It makes her look like she has permanently hard nipples.
She’s wearing skimpy bikini panties again. They are not cotton but something silky looking. Just thin enough to see a little bush. If it weren’t for her pussy hair, it could be pretty obscene.
She said, “Will you help me change my license to Florida and get a car?”
I said, “As long as you pay me back for the car. Do you have any credit?”
She said, “Not really. How do you get credit?”
I said, “Well, I bought a 300-dollar Seiko watch at a jewelry store in Hawaii on credit. They really screw you on the price when you do that. They give you something called store credit, which helps you build your credit. I did that in Hawaii.”
“Later, after I moved here, I bought a gold ring at another place to increase my credit. I was recently in the army, so getting credit was easy. Then I bought a motorcycle and paid cash. Later, I bought the VW on time. I paid that off two months later.”
“When I bought this house, I made a large 20% down payment and used a VA loan to guarantee the loan at a good rate. That helped build my credit even more.”
She said, “I couldn’t afford the down payment for a used lady’s Timex watch.”
I said, “If you want me to, I will cosign for your car. I’ll help with the down payment, too.
She said, “Do you want another ice tea? I want one.”
I said, “Sure,” and I handed her my glass.
She bent over to take my plate back to the kitchen. I knew she was showing me her pointy titties when she slowly bent down for my plate and stood back up again. Sam’s nipples are tiny. I do eventually catch on. Sam has small ones, but they are pretty and feminine enough that you want to look at them. They behave differently from large tits. Her tits quiver just a teeny bit at the very tips when she moves. There is no wobble - wobble, like Wendy’s bodacious Ta-taas.
Sam went into the kitchen. Because there was no light in there, the open fridge light showcased her body perfectly. Her flimsy camisole shows all.
Sam’s thin, light-colored panties almost seemed to fade away in the low light. Her ass and long legs were outlined and clear enough to be seen in all their glory. She’s sensational looking. I stared at her legs and ass as long as she paused there, which was a while. She let me. She appreciated the attention. She’s almost unhealthily pretty if a little on the ethereal side. Almost too pretty for my book.
She used some convoluted methods to slowly fill each glass of tea. She filled them one glass at a time, so she had to turn back and forth to the counter several times. She dragged this out on purpose. I really didn’t mind.
I noticed her pointy tits barely tremble as she came back. Her sharp nipple tips are dancing a teeny tune, so I know this may be intended for me.
She walked back slowly and checked out my distended boxers and smiled. She handed me my tea and said, “You DO find me attractive, Bill. I thought you disliked me.”
I said, “Oh no. You’re close to unbearably pretty. I’m a little cautious until I get to know somebody new. You were also very out of sorts and tired when you arrived. Then that stinker, Bob, just whisked you away.’
“I never had a chance to get to know you. I assumed you liked Bob. Wendy and I became self-absorbed by then with our own affair.”
She said, “Bob!”
I said, “Bob.”
She said, “But you let him steal me.”
I said, “Samantha, I think I had already fallen in love with Wendy long before you got here. I’m unsure how she and I will end up, but she’s on my mind a lot of the time. I think I have been bitten by the bug.”
She said, “I moved to the empty bedroom. I’m feeling better about things, calmer now. Can I get a hug before I go back to bed and try to sleep?”
I stood up and said, “Sure, sweety.”
She came to me and put her arms around me. I embraced her right back. She held me a minute with my apparent interest pressed firmly to her soft lady-center. She’s just tall enough for that. She looked me straight in my eyes, pressed her warm, soft lips to mine, and held them to me seemingly forever.
She brushed my cheek with her lips and walked away, her hips shifting to and fro. My cheek was damp. Oh, my goodness. My stomach felt strange. I know juggling two women is seriously risky.
I sat back down to read, but that wasn’t happening. I went into the fridge and found some leftover potato salad. I put some on my previous plate and added salt and pepper. Yummy.
At 6 am, Bob was awake. He was ready to go with his suitcase and a suit bag. The suit bag carried his army dress uniforms. We were told at discharge not to get rid of our uniforms in case we were called back up in a time of war.
I plan to keep mine for a bit longer. What are they going to do? Make you buy new ones? We’d paid for the others. It was a way to give you one last bird finger. You have to drag uniforms around? That’s just in-your-mind crap.
We said our goodbyes, and I told him to drop in any time. I knew he had nothing here and was running from entanglement with both women. He would not be back, the coward. He would be like 100 miles away.
Bob and I stayed in touch. He lived two hours away, so we got together once in a very great while. I think I was his only friend ever. Bob never married. He was set in his ways. As soon as a woman used the M word, he was like a puff of smoke and was gone.
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