Meagan’s Life Lessons
by BrettJ © 2009


16-year old Meagan Rivers was home from Boarding School and assumed she’d be on her own for the summer. There was no way in hell her parents were going to allow this because A) she was much too young and B) the little blonde was hell on wheels, which is why she’d been set to school in Europe in the first place. They’d sent their daughter to the Private, supposedly-strict school because she was “incorrigible” and a “Raving Nymphomaniac” one counselor had told them. Since turning fifteen, Meagan had discovered she liked fucking, she liked it a lot. She didn’t drink, she didn’t smoke, she just derived pleasure from her body – what was the big deal about that? She’d been fucking one of the guys from school when her parents came home and busted them, she never saw Terry again and her father’s face went tomato-red. They made some calls and shipped the young blonde off to school the next week. Meagan had arrived home a few weeks earlier than planned, having achieved Straight-A’s on her finals. Her parents had been planning a trip to France and were going to pick her up at the end, but her early arrival threw a Monkey Wrench into everything..

Pretty, blonde Meagan wasn’t stupid, just spirited. If her idiot parents thought being at an all-girls Boarding School was going to slow her down, they were dumber than she thought. She just started playing for the other team and found that loving girls could be a lot of fun – so could loving women, some of the more daring teachers had taught her a few tricks. With her all-American cheerleader good looks, she’d found lots of girlfriends who helped tutor her in exchange for passionate nights between the sheets – and a few teachers granted her extensions or assistance for the same privilege. Meagan put it all to good use, she intended to make something of herself, she just wanted to have some fun along the way.

Meagan was not going to sit around all summer and be bored, not only that, her parents insisted she get a summer job. She didn’t want to work at some dull clothing store or at a Dunkin Donuts or anything like that, earning minimum wage. Meagan could feel a war brewing.

Her Aunt Melissa came to her rescue. She and Melissa were close, as Meagan’s mother was nearly 45 and Melissa was 30, closer to Meagan’s age. She had also been a bit of a “Wild Child” in her youth, so she understood where Meagan was coming from.

“I just lost the hostess in my restaurant to a possessive girlfriend, so I really need a new hostess. I could pay Meagan a decent wage, plus she’d get a portion of the tips from the staff. As for living arrangements, Meagan could stay with me at my Condo and keep me company and help out. What do you think Meagan, would that be something you’d be interested in, sweetheart?”

Meagan had to refrain herself from jumping up and down. She knew her Aunt Melissa would likely loosen the leash a bit and she’d always liked Melissa’s restaurant, which was somewhat eclectic, fine dining downstairs, casual family dining upstairs.

If there was anyone Meagan wanted to emulate it was her sexy, worldly, gorgeous Aunt Melissa. Melissa was a risk-taker, when she’d divorced her husband 6 years ago, instead of taking alimony, she asked for her Condo and a lump-sum payment, which she used to build the restaurant from the ground up. Risky in a down economy, but it had paid off in large dividends. Melissa was totally debt-free and enjoyed each and every moment of her new single life to the fullest. Meagan had often suspected her aunt’s “Wild Child” wasn’t gone, just hiding.

“Don’t pack too much hon, you’ll be earning good money and be able to buy some nice, new things,” Melissa said to her niece. Melissa saw her sister’s frown, Margaret had never approved of the way her younger sister dressed, a little too risqu?or her tastes.

“Sexy things, I hope,” Meagan whispered to her aunt.

“Count on it,” Melissa laughed back. “Have you got something sexy you can wear?