Saturday , January 29 2022

Her boss introduces Jenny to lesbian love

“Thanks for coming in, Jenny. We’ll be back in touch with you.”

And with those words, I figured that was all I’d ever hear about the summer job I’d just interviewed for. I’d spent half the morning getting ready to meet the manager of Dustee’s, the little clothing boutique at the mall where I’d put in my application. And in about five minutes, the interview was over!

Cindy, the manager, had been friendly and she seemed really nice. She was in her late 30’s or early 40’s and very pretty. She had shoulder length blonde hair and brown eyes. But the thing I remembered best were her breasts. They were full and round, a perfect complement to her curvy figure.

And of course, she dressed very fashionably. I’d hoped to dress that way, too, if only I could have gotten the job at her store, where I would have received a 20 percent employee discount. I had always loved the fashions they featured, which were designed for older teens and young women around my age. It would have been a wonderful way to add to my wardrobe and maybe even earn some money to put towards a car, which I desperately needed for school in the fall.

But after such a short interview, I figured I had no chance at the job. So, I drove home in my mom’s car discouraged and dejected.

I was more angry than disappointed by the time I got home. I slammed my bedroom door behind me, pulled off the cute top I’d put on especially for the interview and threw it over in the corner. My denim mini soon followed and I stood there in my bra and thong looking at myself in the mirror.

“Jesus, Jenny,” I said to myself. “You’re a smart girl and you’re not bad looking. You smiled really nice and answered all her questions. So why would she just blow you off like that?”

Actually, I was more than not bad looking. My blondish/brown hair cascaded down below my shoulders and framed my face nicely. It was a pretty face, according to my mother, and several of the boys at school seemed to agree, as they paid more and more attention to me. Of course, that may have also been because of my 36-C breasts, which looked more than ample on my slender frame.

My favorite feature, though, was my brown eyes, which were expressive and always gave away my emotions, whether I was happy, sad, or anything else in between. Unfortunately, I had to wear glasses if I wanted to see anything, so I usually looked like a bit of a nerd. Even though I couldn’t afford them now, I knew there had to be a set of contacts somewhere in my future.

As I stood there feeling sorry for myself in front of the mirror, my hands began to play lightly across my cheeks and then my lips, touching sensuously. It wasn’t unusual when I was feeling down to “comfort” myself with a nice orgasm. And I thought since my Mom was away at work here in the middle of the day, why not try and make myself forget all about the failed job interview.

My hands moved lower, gliding over my chest and across the cups of my bra, feeling my nipples harden as I brushed against them. I took each nipple between my thumb and finger and pinched, bringing them to attention. The sensation traveled from my sensitive breasts straight to my pussy, as I felt myself grow moist in anticipation of touches there that would soon follow.

But just as I closed my eyes and gave myself over completely to the delicious feelings that were beginning to pulse through me, the telephone rang. I jumped at the unexpected disturbance, cursed under my breath, and ran into the den to answer it.

“Hello, Jenny?” the voice on the other end inquired.

“Yes, this is Jenny.”

“Oh good, dear, I’m so glad I caught you. This is Cindy. From Dustee’s.”

“Oh, yes, Cindy!”

“I just wanted to let you know, dear, that I think you’ll be perfect for the job. I need you to start tomorrow. Can you do that?”

Actually, I had hoped to spend the first week after school was out relaxing and hanging out with friends before starting work. But I certainly wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity—especially when five minutes ago I thought I had no chance at the job.

“Sure,” I responded eagerly, “I’ll be there tomorrow. What time?”

“I want you here when we open at 10, so we can get started with your training. See you then.”

“Yessssssss!” I shouted as I hung up the phone. Maybe this summer was not going to be so bad after all.

I spent a lot of time getting dressed the next morning. I really wanted to look good for my first day at work. I especially wanted Cindy to know that she hadn’t made a mistake in hiring me. So I slipped on a cute little sun dress with a built in bra that made my breasts look full and round. The black, red and yellow floral pattern complemented my tanned skin and the thin straps showed off my shoulders nicely.

The dress hit me just above the knee, revealing just enough of my nicely-shaped legs, which were suntanned, like the rest of me—one advantage of living in the desert climate of Phoenix. I curled my hair and applied a bit of lipstick, as I usually didn’t wear much makeup. My girlfriends kidded me a little about my “natural look,” saying it made me look a lot younger. But I liked the way I looked without much makeup. Besides, it made it a lot quicker to get ready for school every morning.

As usual, my mother had to drive me to work. I had my license, of course, but we only had one car in the family, and she needed it to get to her office. “God, I hope I can earn enough to afford some kind of car. Being driven around by my mother at my age really sucks,” I thought to myself as Mom slowed to a stop at the main entrance to the mall.

“Hi, Jenny,” Cindy called cheerfully from the back of the store as the automatic chime announced my arrival when I walked through the entrance. “I’m so glad you decided to come work with us this summer.”

“No, thank you! I really needed a job, and this is the one I wanted really bad,” I told her honestly. “Besides, I think it will be a lot of fun working here.”

“I think so, too, dear. And, if I haven’t already told you, please call me Cindy.”

“Oh, sure. Thanks . . . Cindy.”

“All right, Jenny, let’s get started.”

The rest of the day went by quickly. There weren’t all that many customers in the store on a weekday morning, so Cindy spent the slack time showing me around, explaining the inventory system, showing me how to operate the cash register, and all the other things that make up the wonderful world of retail. But I didn’t mind at all, because the store was nice, my boss was nice, and I knew I was a lot better off that some of my friends who were spending their summer working fast food.

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