The next day a few minutes before one o-clock Jeff and I stood next to the register preparing for shift change.

“Someone named Derek was looking for you,” Jeff said.

I was swinging into my smock. It was nearing 1pm and time to start my Saturday shift.

Jeff was the assistant manager and looked down his nose at me because he’d gone to college and came from Washington state. I was intelligent but uneducated and crude.

“What did Derek want?” I asked, fairly sure I knew. Amanda wanted me to buttfuck him. I think he wants me too as well.

“He just wanted to know if you worked today,” he said. “He may have a wee crush on you.”

“That’s what I thought,” I said. One thing I liked about Jeff is that he was libertine when it came to sex. Anything was okay with him. “I took his friend Amanda home with me last night. She talked me into doing anal with her.”

“Who was pitching and who was catching,” he asked. I asked him to explain and I was still confused.

“How could she have been the pitcher in that scenario?”

“An artificial phallus could have been procured,” he said. It was language like this that Jeff thought would baffle me and he was disappointed when I understood him, so he wouldn’t show it.

“No,” I said, “I put my weenie in her boom boom and pushed it in and out.” Jeff pretended to be above this kind of humor, but his wife told me he would recount every funny thing I said at work.

“Do you think she was preparing you to,” Jeff said, “um, dance with Derek?”

“I think so,” I said.

“Are you going to do it?” Jeff asked.

“I’m thinking about it,” I said. “It’s the big boohoo of taboos. I mean, I’ve had oral experiences, but I’ve never gone all the way. I’m just thinking about it.”

“After you get used to being penetrated,” Jeff said, “it feels pretty amazing.”

I hadn’t given any thought to being penetrated. Only penetrating. Egads! Did Derek wanna fuck me too?

Amanda gave me a prostate massage while sucking my dick and I came hard. I guess that’s the appeal of being penetrated. Hm. I wasn’t sure what a prostate was until Amanda put 2 fingers into my butthole and squeezed it. It felt good.

Amanda was a good lover. She was comfortable doing anything and everything. She even walked around the park naked with me and we ran into Jenna. Jenna creeped around the park naked all the time. I saw her every time I took a nude stroll. Amanda greeted her like they were old friends. She grabbed her and hugged her tight; tits to tits.

I told Amanda that Jenna would probably watch us make love. Her response was to open the blinds all the way on one window. I know Jenna got an eyeful. While Amanda was probing my butthole and suckling my fuckstick I could imagine the look of amazement on Jenna’s face. Being watched was a turn on, in and of itself.

Until then I’d never thought of Jenna as someone to make love with. She seemed too eager. She seemed to be saying, ‘when are we going to fuck!!!’ I’ll have to give Jenna some thought. She was a good looking girl. Almost a blonde version of Amanda. She was all over me at the pool until I told her to back off. Especially on skinny dipping days.

Amanda was so comfortable with me she pooped in my bathroom. That was before she talked me into buttsex. Cleaning the pipes, I guess.

Amanda had brought a Grateful Dead cassette. It was a live recording from back in the 70s. She started it where it was and jangling guitars came out of my boombox.

Amanda danced around and took off her clothes. She unlaced her shoes and kicked them off. She pulled down her pants. She wasn’t trying to be seductive. She was preparing for love making. I watched her. Her pubic hair was natural and bushy, the way I like it. Her breasts were on the large side of a B cup and her nipples pointed straight at me.

Where Becky was muscular, Amanda was all curves. She wasn’t chubby, just had a layer of baby fat all over. It showed in her dimples.

Making love to Amanda was laid back.