Date: Fri, 18 Jun 2004 12:45:53 +0000 From: Nat Fernandez <natfernandez88@hotmail.com> Subject: A Different Story - chapter 4 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. If you are too young to read sexual or violent acts, or if it's illegal in your city to read porn, just don't read it. If you decide to go on, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while imagining and writing it. And please, let me apologize for all typos or mistakes in my poor english, as it is not my mother language. Copyright: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your site, please contact the author for permission. Feel free to send me feedback comments, any kind of them... if you liked it or if not, please add reasons for why. nat -------------------------------------------------------------------------- There was a big mistake in chapter 1. There, in the 4th paragraph, when I'm talking about Cesar I wrote "he always wanted to go down on me", but it should say "he always wanted me to go down on him". The first sentence is confusing as in the next chapters I say that Cesar had never wanted to lick Tanya's pussy. I've sent the revised version of chapter 1, which I hope it's going to replaced the bad one. Big thanks on Shay from SIL for pointing this mistake to me!! -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Different Story by nat Chapter 4: Looking for a job When I woke up the next day I felt a strange sensation to be in an unknown place. Still with sleepy eyes I noticed I was in a bed, where I hadn't slept in more than 2 weeks (you can't consider a small sofa, not thought to become a place to sleep, as a bed). My upper body raised a bit on that bed and suddenly I recognized Helen's bed. To add more shocking to my mind, I realized I was laying there naked. My hands went to my mouth as I gasped for air. Slowly, my memories were coming back and I let my body fall down again onto the comfy bed with a big broad smile. A question boarded me: "had I become a lesbian?". It had been so great last night that I couldn't deny my feelings. That couldn't be wrong. I maybe was lesbian.... or... and then my thought really freaked me out.... maybe I was falling in love with Helen. But how come this fast? I was totally confused. "Oh.... so ya awake finally, lazy girl?" I turned my head to see Helen watching at me from the door. God, she had the ability to scare me every time I was lost in my thoughts. "I guess so..... what time is it? I've got a big headache, ooouucch", and I rubbed my fingers through my face and eyes. I noticed Helen's weight when she walked closer and sitted on the other side of he bed. I looked at her, dressed just with what seemed to me like an old but very nice satin japanese robe, one of those that are so short you can barely see right under. Her hair was a little bit of a mess, but that made her look even more appealing to my eyes. And those legs, so smooth and long. I could listen to my heart beating fast and so loudly that I suspected even Helen could hear it too. "If ya stare on me a bit more ya gonna consume mah body with ya eyes, honey" And she laughed to let me know she was joking. Gosh! How much time had I been staring to her? And I noticed my face blushing immediately. "Ya go and shower and relax while ya hangover drifts.... Im going to the supermarket, we're outta food, ok?" "Ye... yes.... I guess....", and she stood up and opened her drawer to look for some clothes. Then I couldn't resist and added: "Helen...." She turned to me. "yeh, honey?" and she began to put on her bra and panties. "I.... well.... hmmm.... thank you for yesterday. It was the best night of my whole life". She stopped dressing up and came by my side. She tenderly caressed my face with one hand and kissed me gently on my forehead. "Thanx to ya, my girl. And dun evah change, ok? Promise me. Now, let's move ya body and do somethin, lazy girl!" And with this, she tickled my naked and sensitive body until I gasped amd laughed. She returned on her dressing while I got up and went to have a shower. I stopped by the edge of the bathroom's door. "Helen.... you still have to teach me on how to make love to you" I reminded her with pleading eyes. She tuned her head and said with a mischievous smile "Ya bet I do, honey, ya bet I do". ****** It was already 3PM when we ate lunch. We were starving so much that we dedicate our energies on eating more than on talking. Right after lunch, though, Helen introduced the topic of my job when I was washing the dishes. "Bought a paper called Infojobs. Ya can check it out today, so tomorrow mornin ya can start looking for a job. Wut do ya think, honey?" "Er.... yes, Helen" "Tonight, I be out on the streets again, ya know.... but I want ya to go to sleep early. Ya need to be nice a freshened up for ya job interviews" "What am I going to wear?" "Dun worry about this. Sherry still ows me a favour, she will give me something nice" And so, I spent my afternoon reading that paper, looking for some job that could be done by me. After 1 hour I was feeling kinda desperate, as any seemed fitted. I had not finished the studies, and nearly all of them wanted that to be solved. The fews that didn't were men jobs. In the end, though, it turned out that the jobs in which no studies were needed where at the last pages of the paper. I began encircling the ones I was interested in and ended up with 9 possibilities. Then, it was time for my round of phone calls to make the needed appointments to be able to interview for the jobs. I was pretty much happy in the end and started cooking dinner as Helen arrived from seeing Sherry, the club owner. She showed me the dress I was going to wear the next day in my interviews. I couldn't help but to be even happier, as it was a very nice all-in-one gray dress, with a knee- length skirt. I greeted Helen with a big hug and we both had dinner together before she went to her room to prepare for her night work. I felt so guilty at that moment, that I promised myself I would do anything.. anything to comply with Helen's desires. I had to get a job for Lana, of course, but not only for Lana, but also for Helen now. When she went out of her room all sluttily attired, lust suddenly came back to me. But she didn't even let me touch her. "I see ya tomorrow then, ok honey? Good luck with ya search" And with this, she blew me a goodbye kiss and disappeared through her flat's door. I felt sadness growing inside me. I knew she cared about me, but.... did she felt the same way that I felt for her? If so, it didn't seem like it. But still, I couldn't be more grateful to her for what she had done with me and my life. And so I tried to push this thoughts out of me and prepared the sofa to sleep there. I didn't want Helen to arrive and find her own bed occupied by a lazy 18 year-old girl who was living at her place without paying anything in exchange. I cleaned up the kitchen, washed my teeth and put on my sleeping t-shirt. I laid down on the sofa and tried to close my eyes and sleep, but I couldn't. My mind was on the previous night, on Helen's soft and tender touches and kisses, on her nice smooth breasts and gorgeous lips, on her tongue playing with my clit. At this point I couldn't take it anymore and I had to pull my panties to one side and rub furiously my pussy lips. I was shaking as I soon came with a rather loud moan, my mind all on my precious saviour. Finally, i drifted into a lesbianic dream. ****** I woke up early, as it seemed Helen had placed her alarm clock just at my side so at its sound I would hear it, and had no other thing to do than get up and shut it down. It was 7:30 AM. It couldn't have been more than a couple of hours since she had come back and went to sleep. I quietly got in her room and in the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I applied soft makeup and went back out, trying not to get Helen up. I prepared myself a sandwich for lunch and left a salad already done for her in the tiny fridge. I put on the dress she had brought me the day before. I looked nice and I felt content. I took one of the keys of the flat and went out with a coat, a map of the buses lines and the streets of the city, and a lot of determination. I had my first interview at 10 o'clock, as a big store cashier. The next one was at 12 as a Seven-Eleven clerk, and the last one at 3pm as a bakery's clerk in the afternoon shift. The first 2 were the ones I was most interested in. The timetable was nice as both were morning shifts and the salary was a little bit better than the others. But as soon as I arrived at the big store human resources department I could see I was not going to make it. There were already 50 other girls at least in that hall waiting to be interviewed. I wondered how could I make it in time for the next appointment. And my wonders ended up true, as it took them 3 hours to take all the girls in a room for just a couple of questions. To sum up with, I was one of the last ones, and when they asked me for my resume and I didn't provide them with any, I was nearly thrown out of there. They said I was making them lose their precious time. Of course, I arrived so late at the second interview that it was all over when i made it. Discouraged, I let a couple of tears roll down my eyes. I sat down in the Seven-Eleven's mall banks and ate my sandwich slowly. Suddenly I remembered about the 3rd one, the bakery. I rushed to the bus stop and arrived on time. The owner of the bakery, a french-canadian called Marie (the bakry was called "Marie's Boulangerie"), greeted me with a big smile. I immediately sensed this could be a nice place. She said she had been looking for a girl for the afternoon shift for a couple of weeks since the last clerk, Ginnie, had left. Incredibly, I had been the first one to call. So she didn't care I didn't have a resume and she didn't care also I was from the USA. "This way I won't have to pay extra money to the 'gouvernement'" saying this last word in her nice french accent and giggling. Marie told me her husband had left the bakery to her 4 years ago when he died of cancer, and since then she had been trying to run it as efficiently as she knew she could do. Obviously, her old job as an accountant in a lawyers firm she had to quit for this had helped her much. When I was listening carefully to her (she was quite the talkative character as you surely have noticed), I couldn't help but take a good look at her figure. A still attractive in her own way 50-something woman, big breasts, not really very tall but neither fat also. She had managed to keep a nice body for her age, I thought. She had black hair, probably heavily dyed, and beautiful hazel eyes. I actually didn't feel atracted to her, and this surprised me and confused me at the same time. Why was I thinking all this at that moment? After some more chatting, she asked me where I lived and I told her I was living with a friend in he other part of the city. She asked a couple more thinga bout me and then she toured me around the spacious 2 floor building. There I met Paul, the baker, and Ryan, his assistant. When we moved to the next room, I heard them say: "Such a hottie! Marie's always had goos taste, man!" Maries told me to forget their comments. "They are bon hommes... hmm... good men, you just have to ignore what they say sometimes. All men do that, you know." With that, she told me that I could start tomorrow and that I would work from 2pm to 9pm. "Tomorrow you will meet your partner, Jessica. She called sick today. You will love her, she's just as 'gentil' as you are, and you are both the same age. Oh my.... 'dix-huit, qui l'était'". I nodded and she greeted me goodbye as she had clients to attend to. I was happy to have found such a nice place, nice owner and.... GOD... I had a job! When I got to Helen's place, she was there waiting for me, all prepared for dinner. I told her about the news. She was very happy for me, but I also noticed a bit of sadness in her face. It wasn't until then that I realized that my shit wouldn't allow me to see Helen nearly at all. I would sleep while she'd work. I would be around the house while she'd sleep. And I would be working in her free time. She noticed that I had finally came up with this problem and changed the theme, asking me about how was I going to recuperate Lana, so the mood would be happy again. The time of her having to leave for work came and I hoped she would kiss me. But she kept the distance once again. When she was already out, I asked to myself again about my feelings. Just 2 weeks, and I was deeply in love with this hooker. What was I thinking? She obviously didn't have any feelings for anyone, or she would have been hurted many times in her life. I cuddled in my sofa-bed crying calmly. I remeber asking myself what was wrong with me. And I fell asleep.