Dear Diary, Part 7 – March 1989 (Getting too drunk)

by Jacqueline_B

A week after my nineteenth birthday I started a new job, nothing spectacular, just working in a shop. In fact it was pretty boring, and the manager was a total arsehole, no matter what I did, it wasn’t good enough for him. I almost told him he could stick his job where the sun doesn’t shine when he started moaning at me again one Friday afternoon. But I didn’t because I needed the money.

One of the guys in the next department had overheard him and saw that I was seething the way he had talked to me, as soon as the manager went up to his office came over to me and said, “Don’t mind him, he’s alright when you get to know him, just try not to let him get you upset. My name’s Richard by the way.” And he held his hand out to be shaken.

My voice was trembling as I shook his hand and replied, “Hi, I’m Jackie, and if that arsehole talks to me like that again I’m going to do something I’ll regret.”

He laughed and said, “That’s the spirit, I wish I’d had your guts when I was your age.”

I looked at him, noticing properly for the first time. He was about thirty and I had to admit quite cute, (for a guy that is.) (The proverbial tall dark handsome stranger.) But it was his eyes they got my attention, they were they most incredible shade of green. We chatted for a couple of minutes and he suddenly said, “I’m due for a break in ten minutes, do you fancy joining me for a coffee in the canteen?”

I hadn’t really got to know anyone here yet so I said, “yeah sure, I need something strong to get the taste of him out of my mouth.”

Richard laughed again, “I can think of loads of things that would taste better than him in your pretty mouth.” He winked, “I’ll see you in the canteen in ten minutes.”

I watched him walk away wondering what he meant, (as if I didn’t know.) As I turned round I noticed another girl had been watching us with a strange look on her face, she just shook her head disapprovingly and went into her own department. We had talked a couple of times and she seemed a nice enough girl. I should have asked her what the matter was but I never thought about it at the time.

Arriving in the canteen about fifteen minutes later I saw him sat at a table and he motioned me over, there was already of coffee waiting for me. After chatting for about five minutes I had his entire life story, learning that he lived in his brothers house at the moment because they had gone away to America on holiday for a month and weren’t due back for three weeks, he was just house-sitting while they were away. When I asked him if he had a girlfriend or anyone he said that the right girl hadn’t come along yet. He soon had me laughing with a store of terrible jokes. I started to think that it might not be too bad working here after all.

While we chatted I noticed the girl who gave me the funny look sat at a table near us, and she was looking at us, the frown was still on her face. I pointed her out to him and asked him if he knew her. He replied, “Yes, a little bit, although we haven’t talked much, she works in a different department.”

I let it go at that and we carried on chatting for the rest of the break. Just as we were getting up to go back to work he took hold of my arm and said, “Listen, I’ve been nominated the unofficial welcoming committee for all the pretty girls starting work here,” and he gave me a big grin. “So as part of my duty, I would like to take you out for a drink tomorrow night and show you around all the hotspots of this den of iniquity if that’s alright with you?”

I blinked at him, then burst out laughing, I’ve never been asked out quite like that before. He certainly had the gift of the gab. “Sure,” I replied, “I would love to, but I would have to check with my Mum first in case she’s arranged anything. Sometimes we go and visit my Nan on Saturday nights. Tell you what, I’ll give you my phone number, give me a call tonight about 9 o’clock and I’ll give you an answer then.”

He wrote my number down and we went back to work. When it was time for me to clock off there was a little piece of paper folded away behind my card. I took it out and read it, all it said was “Be Careful.” I looked around but couldn’t see who could have put it there, the place was milling with people but no one was paying any attention to me. I just shrugged and threw the piece of paper in a waste-paper basket. I wasn’t particularly worried because I can look after myself, my Mum and Stepdad had made me start taking Karate lessons when I was ten and I was still going to them once a week.

When I arrived home I asked my Mum if she had made any plans for the following night and I was relieved when she said she hadn’t. I was really looking forward to having a good night out. Mum was actually quiet surprised when I told her that a guy had asked me out on a date because she knew I never had much interest in males, much preferring the company of other girls. Richard duly phoned me that night and it was arranged for him to pick me up at my house the following night about 7:30.

Dead on 7:30 there was a knock at the door and he was stood there, I said ‘bye to Mum and we went out to his car. It was a little two- seater sports car, I had never been in one before and it was fun driving along with the wind blowing in my hair. We went to a pub for a couple of hours then on to a club he said he went to a lot.

Sitting in the pub he soon had me laughing and I started to feel really at ease with him. About 10 o’clock he took my hand a said, “come on, lets go and paint the town red.” It felt the most natural thing in the world to put my hand in his and we went on to the club.

In the club he bought me a drink and we soon started dancing, he was actually a pretty good dancer, better than me anyway, and we started to kiss on the dance-floor. Over the next couple of hours or so he kept on buying me drinks and I started to get quite drunk, pressing myself up against him as we danced. About midnight he went to the bar to buy another drink but I told him I hadn’t better have any more because if I did I didn’t know what would happen, I might even be sick because I wasn’t used to it. He just laughed and said, “Don’t worry about that, I’ll look after you,” and went off to get the drinks.

I don’t know how many more drinks I had but by the time we left the club my head was spinning and my stomach was turning somersaults, he had to half carry me out of there. I don’t know how he did it but he seemed to be as sober as he was at work.

In his car he asked me if I was all right and I told him my head was spinning and I felt sick. I couldn’t even focus my eyes properly. I just sat in the car with my eyes closed while he was driving. At one point I felt his hand on my leg just above my knee, but I didn’t have the strength to do anything about it.

He stopped the car and I opened my eyes, and immediately closed them again, everything was swimming in circles and I moaned. He said, “I hope you don’t mind but I’ve brought to where I live, I’ve got something that’s a sure fire cure for feeling sick. It will make you feel better in no time.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled, “all I want to do is lie down before I puke.”

Richard led me into his house and sat me in a chair while he went into the kitchen. He came back in with a glass of yellow liquid, “wassat?” I slurred.

“Trust me,” he smiled, “it works wonders.”

I took a sip and it actually didn’t taste too bad so I downed the whole glass, sat back and closed my eyes because my head was still swimming. He sat on the arm of the chair and put his arm around my shoulders. Then he started to kiss me, I was too drunk to even kiss him back. I felt his hands as they started to unbutton the front of my dress, I tried feebly to push his hands away but it was if my hands belonged to someone else.

“Relax,” I heard him say as if from a long way away.

I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t interested in sex with him, that I was a lesbian and that all I wanted was him as a friend, but the words wouldn’t come.

I felt the cool air on the flesh of my stomach as he pulled the front of my dress apart, then his hands were on my breasts, squeezing them as he started to kiss me again. I tried to push him off again but I felt as if my arms were made of string. Then I felt him undo the clip on the front of me bra, his fingers on my nipples. He moved his hand lower, down across my stomach to my knickers and he started to rub me there. I tried to clamp my legs together but he just prised them apart. He was kissing me hard when I felt his fingers insinuate themselves under the waistband of my knickers and he started to finger me. I felt a finger slip inside my pussy and in spite of myself I began to respond.

I could feel the dampness in my pussy and I started to kiss him back. My legs involuntarily opened and his finger slid all the way into me. My eyes were still closed when I felt his mouth on my nipple and started to gently nibble it with his teeth. That was it, I lost control, (my nipples have always been the most sensitive part of my body,) I brought my hand round and grabbed hold of his cock through his trousers, I got a shock when I touched it, it was already out of his trousers, and it was HUGE. My hands could hardly fit all the way round it.

Slowly I began to stroke him while he had his finger in my pussy. Suddenly he stood up, undid his belt and his trousers fell round his ankles, it looked like a telegraph pole sticking up. He stepped out of them, then leaned forward and scooping me up out of the chair, carried me in his arms upstairs.

He lay me down on his bed, lay down next to me and we started to kiss, I could feel his cock pressing against my leg but I was almost afraid to touch it. Then he began to move down my body and I felt him pull my panties down, his mouth was suddenly on my pussy, licking me, I just lay back and let the feelings wash through me.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the bedroom door move, and a white blurred shape appear there. In my drunken state it took me a few seconds to focus my eyes, it slowly dawned on me that there was someone standing in the doorway. I wasn’t sure whether I was dreaming or hallucinating, then the blurred shape moved into the room and I knew it was real. It was a girl no older than about 14 or 15, and she was naked. “Oh my God!” I yelped, “Who the hells that?” and tried to cover myself.

Richard looked up and said, “Oh, hi darling I didn’t know you saw us come in,” he turned to me, grinned and said, “that’s my niece Vicky.” He put his mouth close to my ear and whispered, “She likes to watch, I hope you don’t mind.”

I had instantly sobered up, I didn’t know what to say, I was struck dumb. I manage to focus my eyes at last and saw that she was gorgeous, closer up she didn’t look any older than 12. She had a glint in her eye as she looked down at me, still with Richard idly stroking my pussy. Richard patted the bed and she sat down next to him.

Vicky look down the length of my naked body, she moistened her lips with her tongue and smiled at me. Her tiny breasts were rising and falling with her breathing, I couldn’t resist it, reaching one hand up I took her breast in my palm. I could feel her hard nipple digging into the palm of my hand.

Then Richard leaned over and kissed her, hard. I just lay there watching them kiss, and I started to feel really horny, it was like a dream. I moved my hand down across her stomach and touched the top of her pussy with my fingers, her legs open and she put her little hand between Richards thighs and grasped hold of his cock, slowly stroking it. I covered her hand with my free one and guided her hand as she did it.

She put her mouth close to his ear and whispered something to him, he looked and me and said, “are you ready for this?”

“God yes,” I panted.

Richard knelt between my spread thighs and quickly lifted my ankles over his shoulders, the head of his cock was touching my pussy lips. Vicky knelt by my side with her back to me and was intently watching every move he made. Her hand was between her legs and she was lightly running her finger along her pussy lips. My hand had a mind of it’s own, it found it’s was between her thighs from the back and started to gently massage her arse hole, Every so often our fingers touched and I could feel the moisture on them. I ran my finger along her slit and it opened at my touch, the tip of my finger slid inside and I felt the walls of her pussy grip it.

She was staring between my legs as Richard slowly eased the tip of his cock inside me. My finger slipped further inside her pussy and she pushed back on my hand as she used her fingers to pull my pussy lips apart as Richards cock lid further inside me. God! It felt huge.

I started moving my finger in and out of Vicky’s tight pussy, she moaned and sat backwards, sitting on my hand. I could feel her fingers as she rubbed own clit. The motion of Richards cock as he fucked me lifted my hips off the bed and he slipped all the way in. I was on the verge of cumming even though I had been almost paralytic only minutes before. My pussy muscles rippled as his cock slid in and out of me and I felt his cock as it throbbed deep inside my pussy.

I ran the hand not occupied with Vicky’s sweet pussy lightly up her waist to her shoulders, and pulled back, pulling her down so she was lying next to me. She turned to me, her mouth was open and her lips were glistening, then she planted her mouth on mine, kissing me. I felt her tongue begin to explore my mouth, I kissed her back deeply and cupped her breast in my hand and started to massage it. It didn’t even fill my hand, her tits were so small, but her hard little nipple was digging into my palm and as I massaged and pinched it lightly, it grew even bigger.

As Richard fucked me, I ran my hand down over her stomach and her legs parted slightly at my touch. The mound of her pussy looked so inviting as I lightly ran my fingers over it. I broke away from kissing her, Richard’s face looked strained and I pushed at him slightly so his cock slid out of my pussy. Then I turned round and got on my hands and knees with my back to him, my arse was raised and I gasped as his cock slid back into me from behind. My breath whooshed out of me as it filled me up and I had to grip the bedclothes in my fists. He started to pound his cock into me faster and faster.

Vicky then knelt on the bed on a level with my hips and watched intently from the side as his he fucked me. Then she kissed him, lay on her back beside us and squirmed round under my body, her sweet little pussy was glistening within inches of my face. I knew she was staring upwards at Richards cock as it disappeared inside me. I lowered my head and using my fingers to part her pussy lips, started to lick along her tight slit. Her knees bent and parted and she gasped as I did it. When I slid a finger inside her as I sucked on her lips, her hips lifted off the bed and she began to grind her pussy into my face. She was so wet that soon my face was soon covered in her juices. I lapped all her juices up and began to gently nibble and suck on her clit, her pussy muscles were gripping and spasming on my finger as it slid in and out of her.

She began to moan and whimper and her pussy became wetter, her legs rose up around my ears and trapped my head between her thighs. I licked and sucked even harder as she started to cum. Her hips completely left the bed, and with a groan she flooded my mouth with her pussy juices.

God! She tasted so sweet, I swallowed them all down, and that was it, the taste of her on my lips was enough to make me cum as well. The orgasm ripped though my whole body and Richard fucked in and out of me faster and faster. His cock was pulsating in my pussy and I felt her little tongue licking at my clit. Richard started to moan and then he suddenly pulled his cock out of me, I peered underneath my body to see him offer his cock to Vicky. Her cheeks bulged as she took it in her mouth and as she started to suck on it her hand went to my pussy. I watched her upside down as she sucked him and fingered me, the veins in his cock throbbed and he groaned as he began to cum.

Suddenly he whipped his cock out of her mouth and his eyes seemed to pop of out of his head as stream after stream of spunk flew out, landing in her hair, her face, her chin and in her mouth. I turned round and he was till cumming, thick globs of it splattering over her tiny breasts, there seemed to be no end to it. I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, sucking him dry. When he had finally finished shooting I smiled at Vicky and kissed her, I could taste him in her mouth and she could taste herself on my lips.

I would like to apologise if the entry was a bit long winded before the action actually started and the fact that a guy was the main character, but it is an integral part of my diary. A month after that night I found out I was pregnant, I told Richard and he just didn’t want to know, in fact after my daughter was born he just upped and left. I saw the girl who was giving me funny looks a couple of days later and we started talking. She told me it was her that left the message, (I thought it might have been,) and she also told me that he tries it on (and succeeds,) with all the girls that worked there, even herself. She didn’t say anything about Vicky so I kept that bit of information to myself.