Byrds of a feather

Birds of a Feather, Chapter One (more than just friends)

It was March, the weather was warming and in my part of the country, we were having some really nice days. It was 4:30 on a Friday afternoon, the weekend started in thirty minutes and I should have been in a great mood. Instead, I was in kind of a piss-off mood, it had been one of those Murphy’s Law Days, if it could go wrong it did go wrong. Nothing you could put your finger on, just a shitty all day.

I was finally finishing up on my last report of the day when I heard a little knock at my office door. I looked up to see Kathy Spears standing at the door looking like she had just lost her best friend. I motioned for her to come in.

She said, “Frank, I’m sorry to bother you but I need a big favor. “My cars in the shop, they were supposed to have it ready by the time of got off work. The Shop Forman just called and told me they found some other things wrong and it will be Monday before it’ll be ready and I don’t have a way home or back to work on Monday. I know it’s a little out of your way but if you could take me home today and give me a ride back Monday I’ll gladly pay you,”

Kathy had been one of my work buddy’s before I was promoted to supervisor and she was promoted to floor manager in another department I didn‘t ask the obvious question, why her husband Jerry couldn’t pick her up and as far as paying me, she wouldn’t pay me what I would really love to have.

Kathy only stood about 5’ 3”, jet black hair, dark brown eyes, about a 36 C bust leading down to a slender waist then out to about a 34“ set of hips with junk in the trunk that most women would kill for. She was part Native American and had the high cheekbones and a completion that always looked like she had just stepped out of a tanning bed.

Kathy said, “Thanks Frank, I’ll go check out and meet you in the parking lot” I finished my report and headed out. As I walked outside Kathy and two other old work buddies of ours, Cindy and Beth, were standing just outside the door. Both girls come over and give me a hug and Cindy said, “Thanks a lot for helping Kathy. It’s been somewhat tough for her lately, then this shit with the car. You’re a good man Frank and we still love you.” “I love you girls too”, I knew we were all talking about a work buddy kind of love.

Kathy and I got in my car and as I was pulling out of the lot, I glanced over at her and noticed that she looked very tired and stressed. This was defiantly out of character for her; she was always upbeat, full of joy. I thought to myself “must have been a bad for her also.”

We were both very quite while I was in heavy commuter traffic. When I got out on the open road with almost no traffic, I fucked up and ask the big question. “So Kathy, with the car problems why didn’t Jerry pick you up, he comes right by the plant?” When she didn’t answer, I glanced over at her to see big tears rolling down her cheeks.

I ask “Damn Girl, what the hell’s wrong. She covered her face with her hands and really broke down crying. I pulled to the shoulder of the road, leaned over, and put my arms around her. She turned, put her arms around my neck and with her head on my shoulder just really let go. She tried sever time to talk but couldn’t for the crying

I told her “easy girl, just cry it out, we got nothing but time,” After several minutes she gain enough control to start talking. “Jerry left me Frank; he’s been gone almost a month now. I called but he won’t even talk to me. Cindy and Beth told me to just let his ass go, that he was a dumb ass and I would be better of without him but I don’t want to be alone.”

I could really relate to being alone, I had been separated for almost a year now and my only sex partners were mostly the five sisters of my right hand.

I ask “what’s the problem, another woman, money problems, WHAT?” She started crying again and I just held her until she calmed down. She pulled her head back and looked me straight in the eyes. I could tell she was rolling all this over in her mind. Then she said “Frank, we’ve known each other and been work place friends for a long time. Do you think of me as a whore, a slut or a nymphomaniac?” Before I could stop myself I said “HELL NO, but I sure would like too.”

She just stared at me for a few seconds and I stared back with what I know was a stupid “OH SHIT, I FUCKED UP” look on my face. At first, she just smiled a little then busted out laughing, through her arms around my neck and hugged me tight. “Frank, you’re the greatest, this is the first time I have laughed since that asshole left me and I’ve been feeling so guilty.”

I ask “So what in the hell’s going on here.” She gives me that deep in your eyes look again and said, “I know you’re a man and I’m a woman but we are friends, work place buddies, RIGHT?” I thought for a second then said, “Let’s say we are asshole buddies, I’m the asshole and you’re the buddy.”

We both laughed, and then she got a serious look on her face. “Frank, I’ve talk with Cindy and Beth about this and I told you what they said. It’s hard talking to anyone about my problem but especially a man.”

“Look Kathy, I don’t know what’s on your mind, all I can tell you is you’re not talking to a man, you’re talking to a friend. A friend who’ll listen, try to answer any question you ask to the best of my ability and none of it goes any further then this car.”

She set for a few seconds as though she was getting her thoughts together. She quickly covered her early years, her and Jerry dating in school, it was first time sex for both of them and they were married just after hi school.

After they were married she found out Jerry didn’t want kids and she did. She found she really liked sex and wanted to explore and try new and different things. Jerry was satisfied with missionary once or twice a week. When she tried to talk with him, he would tell her that was nasty, there was something wrong with her and he wouldn’t talk about it.

I ask her “what did you want that upset him so much.” She blushed a bright red but didn’t answer. “Kathy, my wife left me almost a year ago because she said I was a sex addict and a pervert so what ever it is, it’s not going to shock me. So, from the buddy to the asshole, tell me one thing that was upsetting him.

She set with her head down for a second then in almost a whisper she said “oral sex,” I heard but I ask, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” “ORAL SEXY, DAME IT, ORAL SEX.” I thought for just a second and decided to go for broke, I ask, “you mean like blow-jobs, sucking his cock until he cums in your mouth, eating your pussy until you reach several orgasms. Is that what you are talking about?”

She was very quite for a few seconds then looked over at me, still blushing but smiling she said “YES and you’re a dirty old man.” “Well, that is about half true, dirty mind if you want to call it that but I’m only about two years older than you.”

I ask, “What else did you have on your mind that was causing these asshole problems.” You name it and I thought about it and tried to talk with him about it. I smiled and said “Honey if I start naming it you would really be blushing and probably slap my face.

Kathy set thinking for about a minute the told me “OK Mr. Pervert, lets try this, I’m really having trouble talking about all the things that go through my mind. How about you describe it and I’ll tell you if it is something I have thought of or not.”

I told Kathy it was a deal but if I started being too far out tell me and I would stop, that I would use Jerry as the object of your lust.