Sound Of Bounce

Now Kylie smiled, because almost as if on cue ‘I’m Good At Being Bad’ began to play. After listening for a moment she closed her eyes, easing herself back on the couch and opening her legs. She slipped a hand down, sighing as she slid her finger through that matted tangle of hair to reach and part the throbbing lips of her pussy.
Last night she had turned the CD on to cover the noise they were making when they had gotten to her apartment. The kitchen table had skidded back and hit the wall as he had pushed her against it. Her blouse and bra were ruined as he pulled them off of her, bending her back slightly against the table. Kylie knew that the buttons had all popped off as he jerked it with one hand, catching her bra as well and snapping the left hand strap as he pulled. Alfredo was still strong, even if he had taken on a less physical job.

As she remembered she raised her knees a little higher and opened herself more. She didn’t think she was going to be able to get into her car they had been so all over each other. She had knelt in her front seat for a minute in Sporty’s parking lot while he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and pushed it in her. A couple of other cars had pulled in right at that moment, so he stopped after a few thrust and they straightened themselves out so he could get to his own car and follow her home.

Back from there it was a blur, somewhat. She couldn’t remember driving home or going inside. It just seemed to go from the parking lot to him ripping her clothes off in the kitchen and biting her enough to pinch repeatedly on her breasts. She had tried to pull away but he reached down and ran a hand up her skirt, making her groan a loud and animalistic sound as he plunged his thumb deep in her pussy. Then his mouth was over hers, his tongue inside, as he pounded his thumb hard into her pussy, fondling her breasts through her ruined clothes as he did so.

“Maybe I should turn some music on,” she had suggested, breathless, the moment his mouth was off hers.

“Yeah,” he agreed, sounding a little out of breath himself.

Kylie had made her way giddily to the living room with him tailing right along with her, pulling her ruined blouse and bra off her shoulders and discarding them on the floor as they went. Instead of grabbing the remote she went straight to the entertainment center and opened the glass door so she could have access to the stereo. As she turned it on and adjusted the volume Alfredo had worked her skirt down. Kylie got one foot out of it and put it back on the floor. When she raised her other foot off the floor she felt his hand between her legs. He placed an arm around her waist as the music began to play as he slipped more than one finger into her wet and throbbing pussy.

As she though back over it Kylie arched her back against the cushions of the couch and plunged her own fingers deeper. Then with a sigh she drew them back and began rubbing her clit with her index and middle fingers.

Kylie remembered that she had moved her waist after a couple of minutes, making him withdraw his fingers. She had turned and kissed him on the cheek. Then she had giggled and half walked and half stumbled back. He looked at her with a huge smile on his face as he began shucking his own clothes. She took a couple of steps toward the couch. Then she stopped, turning to face him. She took an additional two steps backward, then looked to him laughing mischievously.

Alfredo didn’t waste any time getting to her. It had been as if he had suddenly been there, pushing her back and forcing her over the arm of the couch. He again showed he was a strong guy grabbing her feet and pulling them up until her heels were on his shoulders. Then he held on to one leg as he took his cock and guided it into her as she laid back over the arm of the couch.

“Oh, God,” she cried. “Nnnn-mmmmmhh!”

“Yeah, you like that, baby?,” he hissed, his voice somehow still sounding casual at the same time. “You like, the sausage Alfredo, huh?”

“Nnnnnnuhhhh!,” was her only reply. It was so fucking good and so fucking hot that she was coming already. A small, yet intense orgasm rocked her and she let out a breath. “Fuckaaashit,” she panted.

“Want me to shake that big ass, girl?,” he had panted. He tightened his grip twisting as he thrust his cock into her.

“I want you to put something else up there besides your fingers and that beer bottle,” she had gasped back.

God, the bottle. Kylie almost couldn’t believe that that and everything else at Sporty’s had happened. And now that she was alone and horny again she wished she had one in the refrigerator. She wondered if that little incident would make Emily consider not bringing anything to drink with her the next time she came, or if she was going to suggest that she start using that as her next party trick to shock and amaze the rest of their friends. She could almost imagine her friend telling everyone, Watch Kylie stick this long neck up her ass.

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered to herself. Trying not to miss a stroke she shifted her weight and worked herself around until she was in a kneeling position, pressing her face against the back of the couch. As she continued to work her clit she did her best to work her other hand around her back. She managed to spread her cheeks, but she could just touch the throbbing bud of her anus with the tip of her fingers reaching from that direction.

It was about at that point last night that she had suggested they go to the bedroom. Alfredo had pulled out and stood over her as she sat herself up. For the first time she had a chance to get a good look at his cock. He was big, but not quite the legend he had been made out to be when they had worked at the Big P in Bartow all those years ago. He was at least six inches though, with a nice knob on the end, and as it hung against his leg it did remind her of the sausages they sold in the meat case at the Big P. He took her hand and helped her slide off the arm of the couch. She gave a slight and breathless giggle, then lead the short way to the bedroom.

Once inside she flipped on the light on the dresser. She looked to him with a smile, then she turned on her video recorder and pressed record.

“Um, what’s that?,” he asked, slipping an arm around her waist and pressing his naked chest to her equally naked back. The dark hair on his chest tickled slightly as she breathed.

“A little something for posterity,” she said. Closing her eyes she reached behind her and slipped her fingers around his stiff and sticky cock, slowly beginning to stroke it. “I like to see what it looks like when I get fucked up the ass.”

“You are a kinky little bitch,” he said, pausing to nibble the edge of her ear. “I never would have suspected before.”

Kylie sighed and arched her back toward him as she rubbed his cock.

“I should have kept the bottle,” he whispered.

Kylie moaned, her legs feeling slightly rubbery.

That was when the phone rang. The first time.

-3-

Kylie had decided at that point to stop playing with herself on the couch. She didn’t want to bring herself off quite yet. Especially not since she could retreat to the bedroom and watch the tape itself.

She prolonged the moment a little longer, however. First she took a shower. Then she gave Mr. Tinkle his lunch. And then finally she went to the bedroom and turned on the video recorder and rewound the tape. As it whirled back she picked up the connection cables laying looped around the tripod and plugged them into the back of the recorder.

As she waited for it to rewind she laid herself out on her bed, pressing her stomach and breasts into the mattress. Alfredo’s message had been washed away in the shower, and she wished he had used something a little more permanent to write it. Thinking this her eyes fell directly on the Marks-A-Lot marker sitting on the video tape tower in the corner of the bedroom. It would have been appropriate she observed to herself, since it was the marker she used to label the tapes in her small, yet still growing every now and then, collection of private home videos.

Kylie shifted on top of her sheets and pulled herself forward slightly until her arms and shoulders were in a position to hang off the edge of the mattress. She read the names off to herself as she let her eyes trail down the half stack of tapes, a slight smile curled her lips, still not quite as big as her corner tearing one that morning, but still a fairly big smile. The tapes were a source of personal entertainment, as well as being a source of protection. Say for instance if she ever needed to she could make a copy to send to Mrs. Alfredo, or at least threaten to, if things ever got out of hand.

Though, she a little sadly mused to herself, she was sure that last night was just a one time thing.

But she could relive it over in detail, again and again.

The video recorder made a growling and clicking sound, followed by the sound of the motor powering down as the rewind shut off.

Well, at least a fairly good part of it can be relived in detail, she thought with a smile.

Kylie scooted herself on her stomach until she reached the foot of the bed, then she slipped off and stood up. She went to the TV and turned it on. The screen was already blank and blue because she used the TV in the bedroom for nothing other than watching her “home movies”.

After grabbing the remote she sat back down on the edge of the bed and adjusted her glasses before pointing it at the video recorder and pressing play.

-4-

It had been about five or six years since she had seen Alfredo. They had run into each other a couple of times after she had quit her job at the Big P, just before she turned 18. Other than that she had not seen him until the week before when he had come into Sporty’s Sports Bar & Grill. She had recognized him immediately as she saw him walk up to the bar the previous Friday, he hadn’t changed too much. He was tall and slightly stocky, a dough boy with a belly, but a face that was somewhat cute and handsome at the same time. He looked like a real nice guy, the kind you knew right off was fun and jolly, and maybe somewhat of a momma’s boy.

However, he had had somewhat of a reputation, even back then, as a real bad boy. Maggie and Alice, whom she had worked with at the Big P as well, had plenty of stories to tell from first hand experience. He had once, according to them, had a fivesome, with Maggie and Alice and two other girls, and they agreed that everyone had been completely satisfied despite the fact the girls had him outnumbered four to one. Alice’s mother had caught them once, and somehow smooth talking Alfredo convinced her mother to join in the action. On top of that there were dozens of tales of him messing around with different girls at work, on site and on the clock.

After she had left the Big P she heard through the grapevine that he had gotten into some trouble. Someone finally caught him fucking one of the cashiers in the milk cooler. He was the assistant meat manager at that time, and he had been demoted and moved to another store, which to Kylie’s knowledge ended the wild goings on in the Bartow Big P’s meat department.

Looking at him then she realized how he had gotten so many girls. It was because he was so smooth and easy going. He did come off as the big friendly guy that everyone liked instantly. He had flirted with her occasionally back then, making inappropriate jokes about giving her a little sausage Alfredo.

Thinking about it as she watched him order had made her wonder what it would have been like. After thinking about this for less than a minute she suddenly decided she wanted to see if she could make it happen now. She had looked over to Emily and told her she knew that guy. Then she called and got his attention and waved him over.

Like her he immediately recognized who she was and came to sit down. She introduced him to Emily, Bill, Doug and April, Doug’s current girlfriend. As she expected he seemed to fit right in, because Alfredo was just that kind of guy, the one everyone likes. The next two rounds of drinks he bought.

“So is this your first time at Sporty’s,” she had asked.

He took a draw off of his beer and nodded. “Yeah. You know, it’s one of those places I’ve been by a thousand times but have never tried.” He tapped the bottle with his left hand, the wedding band on his finger making a slight click as it touched it.

“And where’s Mrs. Alfredo?,” she asked.

“Oh, her and her sister are having ladies night, so I had to find somewhere to give a try,” he replied.

She had glanced at Emily. Her friend slit her eyes and gave a somewhat knowing smile. “How often do the ladies go out?”

Alfredo gave a huge grin and a slight laugh. “Not often enough.” He took another sip of beer.

Damn, she thought.

“Though she is going out of town next weekend,” he continued. “Some real estate thing, seminars on selling and stuff, no spouses welcome. So next weekend I’ll be hanging out somewhere on my own again.”

“Well, you can always come back here,” Emily suggested. Kylie had known that she knew what she was thinking and was throwing it out there to help her out. “We’re here most Fridays and Saturdays.”

Alfredo looked to them across the table and nodded. “Then I guess I have plans, huh.” He then smiled directly at Kylie and raised his eyebrows, making what she though of as a sly look disguised as a comical one.

“Well, I’ll definitely be here,” she said.

He nodded again. “Then it’s a date.”

Emily slightly turned her head and gave a wink. From the smirks on their faces it was apparent that Bill and Doug knew where things were going to be headed as well. Too bad Mrs. McDougal was the only one in the fourplex that had no idea, Kylie would think in hindsight.

After that they had talked along for while, catching up. Alfredo was still working for the Big P, although now he was a front end manager. To this Kylie had remarked that that position probably made it hard since he was used to working with his meat everyday.

He got the joke, but didn’t announce it. Instead he casually told everyone that when he first worked for the chain that they used to cut a majority of the meat instead of having it brought in precut. Having to move sides of beef had been the thing which had really kept him in shape when Kylie had worked with him. “Those guys and girls have it so easy now.”

“So you decided to move onto harder work?,” Doug asked.

Alfredo had shrugged. “Well, naw, the misses, she’s a mover and shaker, so she really wanted me to do something else than be a meat manager. And I like it, you know. I’m kind of a people person.”

“So she didn’t want you to play with your meat all day?”, Kylie asked, a sly grin on her face.

He nodded and kind of laughed. “Yeah, I guess so.” He looked at her and gave her a smile which she was sure had thawed even some of the most icy girls over the years. “And she like refused to let me in the kitchen to cook if I had been working the department that day.”

“You like to cook I take it?,” Emily asked.

He shrugged again, still smiling, answering without taking his eyes off Kylie. “Yeah. Italian. You know. It’s in the blood.”

Kylie smiled and took of sip of her Zima in an attempt not to laugh. The turn in the conversation gave her a little opening. “So, do you make the sausage Alfredo still?”

Alfredo snorted and chuckled slightly, nodding. “Oh yeah. It’s been a long time since I said that one though.”

Kylie nodded. “Yeah, I know. You asked me about making it a long time ago, but I never got around to trying.”

Emily looked away and Kylie knew that her friend was rolling her eyes at that one.

He looked to her, a shit eating grin on his face, his brown eyes locking on hers. “Well, especially since I got married, I like to make cooking a team effort.”

“I see.”

“So I make the sausage Alfredo and my helper puts the effort into making the sauce, hey.”

That was enough to get everyone at the table laughing. As they all laughed he kept his eyes on Kylie’s and she kept hers on his. It was obvious to him, she was sure, that he knew where this was going and that he was already intending on getting all the way there next week. She picked up her Zima and took another slow sip, letting her lips linger on the top of the bottle before pulling them off.

“I gotta run to the bathroom for a minute,” Alfredo announced. “Don’t let anyone take my seat, okay.”

“Don’t worry, Alfredo, I won’t,” she assured him. Kylie looked him over as he stood up, again noting that he had not changed that much. He was wearing a yellow dress shirt and tie, an obvious indication that he had just come from work before deciding to try Sporty’s for the first time. As he walked through the other patrons of the sports bar she noted that he had a flat ass.

“Oh, Christ,” Emily groaned playfully. “Why don’t you just get up and follow him?”

Kylie shook her head, a huge smile on her face. “No way.”

Emily took a sip of her drink. “Not like it’s anything you haven’t done before.”

April gasped and said, “Oh, my.” Apparently, like Mrs. McDougal, she was expecting that Kylie was a virgin just because she was overweight and wore glasses.

“That was only one time,” Kylie defended herself. “You always talk like I do it all the time.” She looked at April, doing her best to make her face appear serious. “We were at a club in Orlando, and I was sure I wasn’t going to ever see that guy again.” She cut her eyes in the direction of the restrooms. “I have a pretty good feeling he will be back here next week.”

“Um,” April said. She picked up her own drink and took a sip.

“I think Ky is freaking you out,” Doug commented.

“Well,” the other girl said, timidly.

Kylie closed her eyes, rolling them in her head behind the lids. If this kind of thing shocked April then she knew that her relationship with Doug was going to be exceptionally brief.

“It ain’t a big deal, girl,” Doug said, as if on cue. “People fuck in bathrooms all the time. Just not always with two guys at the same time.”

“I was pretty drunk that night,” Emily growled.

April’s face turned ashen. Kylie could tell even in the dim light of the bar room.

“We,” Bill added correcting.

“We,” Emily repeated.

“Yeah, yeah,” Doug agreed, then taking a sip off of his beer. “All three of us were.”

Kylie found it hard to keep from laughing. The look on his girlfriend’s face was priceless.

“Um,” April said. “You and her have had sex before?”

Emily cracked a huge smile and snorted. That was all it took for Kylie and the guys to start laughing as well. “Of course not,” she laughed, enjoying seeing April momentarily squirm.

Kylie knew that her friend wanted to roll her eyes because it was obvious that Doug’s flavor of the month was already possessive and lacking a sense of humor. She predicted, correctly, that she would probably be gone by the next week because Doug was not the kind of guy who liked a girl to show much interest in being anything other than fuck buddies. The next Friday she would be replaced with Dawn, who had a bigger sense of humor, bigger sexual appetite, and bigger boobs.

“I was there in spirit though,” Doug said. He hugged April to him and it was obvious the whole idea of bathroom sex made her uncomfortable. “I mean, anyway, if I knew what had been taking them so long in the bathroom that night I would have been next in line.”

Bill kind of frowned, but it was nowhere near as obvious as April’s.

Emily casually raised an arm and flipped him off.

“Promises, promises.”

At that moment, thinking of fuck buddies, Kylie saw that Alfredo was making his was back to the table.

“Hey, kids, did I miss anything?,” he questioned, pulling out his chair.

“Oh, not too much,” Bill said.

“Just talking a little about bathroom sex,” Doug informed him. “You know anything about the subject?”

Alfredo just cracked a grin. Again it was one of those times when he looked like an innocent momma’s boy, his cheeks slightly reddening. “Hee, hee.”

“Oh, I think Alfredo probably has more experience than anyone here,” Kylie spoke up. She looked to him across the table and smiled. “I heard a lot of tales about the employee’s restroom when we worked at the Big P.”

Alfredo smiled back. There was a gleam in his eyes. He gave a chuckle. “Guilty as charged.”

She looked at him looking back at her, and he still had that gleam in his eyes. It was obvious that he knew why she wanted him to come back and hang out with them the next week. And it was obvious to Kylie that he was planning on coming back to give her whatever it was she wanted. She found herself squirming in her seat a little just thinking of the possibilities of what sausage Alfredo would be like.

-5-

For the rest of the evening they all sat around, drinking beers, joking around, and swapping stories about work and life in general. Doug and April had left early, no doubt because she didn’t recover from him joking earlier about being in a threesome with Emily and Bill. They left a little after 11, and Kylie was pretty sure that her friend was ready for some action with her husband. So that left Kylie and Alfredo alone for about an hour and a half before he had to leave to be home.