All Young Girls Fall for an Older Man Once
Copyright© 2020 by Its a Kilt, Not a Skirt
Chapter 2
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Roseanne becomes a waitress during her gap year and falls head over heels for the handsome, mysterious older chef, Benji. He's strictly off-limits; though. There's nothing she can do when imagining his kisses makes her tingle-but Benji may have other ideas!
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Cheating Indian Male Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Small Breasts Slow
There were four of them. They met at a friend’s house.
‘Did you get the ice?’ Delilah asked when Benji and Roseanne arrived. ‘You promised you’d get the ice.’ She was looking at Benji.
‘Fuck,’ he said. ‘I forgot to get some coolers, too.’
‘I’ll come with you,’ James volunteered, and the two of them left again.
‘Hey, Roseanne,’ Delilah greeted her. ‘How was work?’
‘Oh, good. How are you?’
‘I’m doing fine. This is gonna be fun, huh? We invited other people, but no one could come. Benji invited Maisy, but she blew him off and then invited me to come hang out with her! The nerve.’
‘That’s horrible,’ Roseanne said. ‘He deserves better than that.’
‘Yep, he sure does,’ the older woman agreed. ‘I keep trying to find him a good girl. I say, ‘Roseanne,’ but he says, ‘Oh, she has a boyfriend.’ He says he finds you attractive, so at least we know his type ... we’ve just gotta find him someone that’s not you.’
‘Oh,’ Roseanne said. She blushed. ‘Yes, we do.’
‘Here. Help me mix these drinks. By the time we’re done they’ll be back.’
They had just sat down with their cups when the two men arrived back, just as Delilah had predicted.
‘Hey! Did you get everything?’ she called out.
‘Yeah,’ James said, setting down a case of iced tea coolers.
Benji slipped his shoes off and came to sit by Roseanne. She did her best to seem casual and natural, but she was hyper-aware of his body beside her. She tried to think of anything else just so she wouldn’t blush.
‘So, what are we planning to do tonight?’ James asked, cracking open one of the cans of iced tea cooler and sitting on the other sofa next to Delilah. The red-head grinned mischievously.
‘I thought we could play a drinking game,’ she said. ‘That is, if everyone’s up for it.’
There was a general chorus of agreement. Roseanne shyly accepted the iced tea Delilah passed to her, feeling nervous, but excited. Her legs were pretzelled into a cross-legged sitting position, and Benji was sitting close enough that her knee was touching his thigh. It made her feel all warm where they touched. He probably didn’t care, or didn’t notice—most likely, it was unintentional, and didn’t mean anything. She was no Maisy, after all, even if he did find her attractive.
At some point in the night, Delilah had gotten so drunk that when Benji had talked about finding a nice girl, she’d stood up and grabbed Roseanne’s hand, placing it in Benji’s. ‘Hand-delivered,’ she slurred, grinning. Embarrassed, flattered, and somewhat tipsy, Roseanne pretended not to know what the older woman had meant and simply laughed it off—for own her sake as much as Benji’s. She’d been doing a lot of laughing, tonight, and it made her feel good. Before tonight, she could hardly think of the last time she’d had this much fun.
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