To tell the truth I’m not sure where I stand on the whole affair. I don’t have any plans and lots of my friends are heading off to college or have jobs and plans so the idea of escaping to someplace else this summer, particularly once all the rumors about what Brunette happened start flying through town, is appealing. Which is how my mom won the argument. I graduated on Saturday, with all the gossip circulating through the ceremony about what me and Nolan were supposedly doing on Friday night and how far he supposedly got and how much of a slut or how stupid I must be to have gotten myself in that position. By the end of graduation I offered next to no resistance as my mom helped me pack some clothes and we headed out of state to the University of Minnesota where my uncle welcomed me. My mom eats with us at a nice café and then heads out for her 7 hour return trip back home. I fidget awkwardly while Uncle Ben pays the bill, wondering what’s next and feeling really unsure of myself. Ben finishes up and then turns back to me. He has a big welcoming smile on his face. He gives me an appraising look and I am more than a little self-conscious under his gaze. I am best described as an average looking girl. I have red hair that I usually keep up and pretty fair skin with typical Irish girl freckles on my cheeks. I feel like I am in pretty good shape. I played volleyball and did swim team in school. My chest isn’t real big but it is enough that boys notice and my hips are curvy but I’m definitely not high school prom queen or captain cheer leader material. “Well Bridget, looks like you’re growing stockings up and on to the next leap forward in your life. How ‘bout we swing past a grocery store and get some basics and then you can settle in before work tomorrow.” he offers. “That would be great! Thanks for the job and place to stay uncle Ben. Do I need to know anything about work? I haven’t really ever worked in a restaurant before.” I say. I know its silly but in truth I’m pretty nervous about tomorrow. “It’s just Ben and don’t worry Bridget, we’ll show you the ropes. And yes that babe is a bit of a pun given our theme. But you’ll be fine. Just be ready to go at 5:30 and indian we’ll get you into the groove!” “What do Solo I need to wear to work?” I ask. I’m kind of nervous that it might be some kind of Hooters or Tilted Kilt type of thing which I’m not sure how I’ll get use to so Ben surprises me with his answer. “Nothing special Bridget. What you are wearing today will be fine. Maybe put your hair up like you have it so it doesn’t get in folks food but other than that jeans or shorts and a T-shirt are fine. I have some Taboo Coffee t-shirts I’ll give you to wear so you have the right branding. I'm like bro who this. He walked up to the table. Does she like shave it, or does she just have a naturally hairless pussy? His boxers bulged out obscenely and she smiled seeing his discomfort. “That’s a naughty boy.” “No!” I rushed through the hallways, weaving through the other students. I was mouthing her pussy through her panties now and when I pulled them to the side, Ashley put her hand on my head, but again didn’t stop me. “Well, here’s my business card,” Rita said. Tamara lay prone on the dry straw, her indian body heaving still as the waves of her lust slowly subsided. Intern Judy's feminine screams were heard next as she charged at Eleen's rear..literally! What would he do? I guess it was just one of those things parents didn't want their kids to Solo know about as they drifted apart. I decided I'd seen enough. I had just woken up and noticed that I was sporting a huge boner I was about 7 inches stockings then. I lost count, but I couldn’t get enough. When that exercise was finished, we all had another Brunette beer and everyone but me was more than a little tipsy. But know this the spells at the party are designed to pull people together who have traits that work well together. When he babe found the engorged nub, he rapidly started rubbing it with his fingers, feeling her legs bounce and tremble beside him. Dane demanded in kind. Lucy pulled her cigarette from her lips, exhaled the smoke through her nostrils, then lowered the orange embers to my chest, and extinguished them on my presented nipple. A wave of darkness washed across my vision. I thought she may have been ashamed of what we had done, but she was avoiding looking at me.