The Pleasure of Friendship

Note from the author:
I am not a new writer; however, I am a new writer on this website. This is the first story I am posting and I am hoping to post more sequels to this story. If you have any suggestions on writing tips so that my future stories can be even better than this, then please send me a PRIVATE message. I love getting feedback, good or bad. It’s about 4,000 words, so I hope that’s not too long. Anyway, let’s begin with the story proper, shall we! Enjoy!



The Pleasure of Friendship

Megan awoke early in the morning from the shivers that attacked her body. Her apartment was cold and damp; dark and lonely. She rose out of bed to get ready for her new job. She was nervous and really didn’t want to work, but she needed the job badly. The bills were building up and getting too expensive. She hardly had enough food to eat. She recently lost her job as a cashier at a local fast food restaurant, which put her on the brink homelessness.

She walked into the kitchen to make herself a strong cup of coffee, which was needed very badly. She could hardly sleep the night through. She woke up every few minutes because her feet had slipped from under the covers into the brisk air of her bedroom. As the coffee brewed, she very quickly took a shower in preparation for her new job.

She returned to her bedroom after she showered. She looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful young adult: flowing brown hair, a flawless face, smooth, perky B cup breasts, a perfect figure, and a nicely shaped ass. But what she really saw was a girl whose life was not what it should have been. Megan was a nineteen year old girl with only a high school degree. She was not enrolled in college; she couldn’t afford it. Her mother and father were killed in a car accident during her senior year of high school. She was an only child and was left with the debts and misfortunes that her parent passed to her. Megan was a sad and sorrowful individual. She had nobody in her life… Megan was secluded and quiet. She never did much outside of her home and she was never one to go out of her way to do something out of the ordinary.

Megan gathered her things and headed out for her new job. She was nervous and worried that she would do something wrong. A waiter at a local restaurant wouldn’t make her rich, but at least it would pay her bills. She drove through the laden snow of western New York state, in the below freezing temperatures that would remain for a while. When she arrived at her new work place, she said to herself, “don’t do anything stupid, Megan.”

Megan entered through the front door. “Hi, I’m looking Mrs. Mallory Allen,” she said to one of the employees.

“She’s in the back. I’ll go get her for you,” replied the employee.

“Thanks,” Megan said with a nervous tone.

Megan saw a woman nicely dressed coming from the back of the restaurant.

“Hi, you must be Megan. I’m Mallory.” The two greeted each other. “Megan, I need you to put this uniform on and we will begin working right away, okay?”

“Yes, Mrs. Mallory,” replied Megan.

Megan went to the restroom and changed into her new work uniform. She came back to Mrs. Mallory when she was finished. “Julia will be your advisor for today. She is one of our best waiters we have and she will show you what to do and how to do it, okay?” said Mrs. Mallory. Julia was a tall, stunning young blond. She didn’t look much older than Megan. Her smile was gorgeous; her teeth whiter than the snow outside. She wore her rich blond hair in a ponytail. Her shiny earrings and light make-up made her one of the best looking women that Megan had ever seen.

“Nice to meet you,” said Megan.

“Likewise, Megan. I look forward to working with you.” replied Julia.

“Your accent…Your not from around her are you,” Megan questioned.

“No, I’m not. You’re a smart girl. I was born in London, England, and I lived there for the majority of my life,” replied Julia.

“That’s pretty neat,” exclaimed Megan. Megan was already feeling comfortable with her new job and she hadn’t even started doing anything yet. She was fascinated by Julia’s accent and her beautiful looks.

“So how old are you Julia?” Megan asked. “Nineteen and turning twenty in six months. What about you?”

“I’m also nineteen, but I only turned last month so I’ve still got eleven months before I turn again.”

“How long have you been working here.”

“This is the beginning of my eighth month,” answered Julia. Julia smiled.” That’s nice. Let’s get to work now, okay?”

Julia led Megan into the kitchen and gave a little tour. She explain what to do and then showed her how to do it. Megan enjoyed working with Julia. Julia was cute. Megan started at Julia’s breasts as they proclaimed their existence, even in her work uniform. They were somewhat large and well shaped. Megan scolded herself for thinking something of someone she just met, but she couldn’t help those innocent thoughts. Julia was a striking teenager and would draw the eyes of most men and even some women.

As customers began coming in for lunch, Megan began waiting on table with Julia to see how things really worked. By the end of the day, Megan had learned the ropes and was pretty good at waiting on tables. She was proud of herself and was actually looking forward to tomorrow and working with Julia.

Julia and Megan became good friends who were very close to one another. They worked together most days and engaged in many conversations as time passed. They did what all good friends do: they texted, shared meals, shared intelligent and interesting conversation, went shopping together, visited each other’s house, and so on.

As time passed, Megan went to work and enjoyed her job. She did it well because she knew she needed the money and she could not afford to lose her job. Her and Julia became closer friends. Megan was feeling better about herself and her future now that she had a stable job. She thought that she was on top of everything, but one day, everything changed.

Spring had ushered in the warmer air, which melted the snow and let the flowers bloom. Megan went to work at the restaurant just as she did most days. She enjoyed herself and had fun conversations with Julia every now and again.