Matt, Kelly and Becca (Part 1)

"Matt! You're late for work!"

"What? Oh fuck!" Matt mattered. He rolled out of bed and looked at the
clock. It flashed '12:00'at him. The power had gone out at some point. He
grabbed his uniform and got dressed as quickly he could and ran downstairs.

"See what happens when you take afternoon naps?" his mother chided him. He
cursed her under his breath.

"When did the power go out?" he asked in a surly voice.

"About 30 minutes ago, just for a few seconds, why?"

"Duh! It reset my alarm clock," he nearly screamed at her, "you stupid
bitch" he added in a whisper. He grabbed his car keys and was out the door.
Ten seconds later he was back in the house.

"What did you forget?" his mom asked in her annoying voice.

"I forgot to tell you where to shove your car. You're parked behind me!" he
hollered. His mom took her time getting her keys and moving her car. Matt
peeled out of his driveway and nearly ran the yield sign at the end of his
block. He began to sing to himself:

"I am in love with a McDonalds girl
She has a smile of innocence so tender and warm
I am in love with a McDonalds girl
She is an angel in a polyester uniform"

He actually hated the song. Didn't care for any of the numerous groups that
sang it. But it fit. He had been at McDonalds for four months now. He had
been introduced to the assistant manager, Kelly, the second night he worked
there and he was definitely in love with her and he knew she worked tonight.

Kelly is 25, about 5'5", nice and sweet, long blond hair, clear blue eyes
and a smile that would charm a eunuch. Below the neck she's rather well
developed. Those damn uniforms though. They don't reveal much of anything up
top. Matt knew she had to have a great set of tits. The pants were another
story. She has a great looking ass, and they are so tight on her you could
tell what year the coin in her pocket was minted in.

Matt isn't bad looking either. He's 18, 5'8", great shape, spiky blond hair,
brown eyes and the clothes to match. He has nothing but Hilfiger and Nike in
his closet. Not to mention his wheels, a red 2002 Mitsubishi Eclipse that he
bought with his own money. He is living it good, but he isn't rich. Of
course, the one thing he doesn't have is a girlfriend. Why make one girl
happy when you can stay single and please them all?

Matt pulled into the parking lot and rushed inside. He was twenty minutes
late for his closing shift.

"Matthew!" a voice called out. He turned and saw Kelly walking toward him
from the back office. "Come here, I want to talk with you." Matt gulped and
walked back toward the small office. His eyes couldn't help but look down at
her ass when she turned around and went back behind the desk. As he walked
into the office, she asked him to close the door, which he did.

She started flipping through a file that she had picked up off the desk. He
sat down across from her and waited for what she had to say. And waited. And
waited. He was beginning to think she had forgotten he was even there.

"You wanted to talk to me about something?" he finally asked. She looked up
at him coldly.

"As a matter of fact, I was hoping you would like to do some talking Mr.
Perkowski. Perhaps you could explain to me why you have been late three
times in the last twelve days?" she stated, "As well as being late nine
other times since you started working here?"

"Wow," he whispered. He didn't realize he had been late that many times. It
genuinely surprised him. Unfortunately for him, Kelly heard his exclamation.

" 'Wow' indeed Mr. Perkowski," she continued, "plus you've left early on a
few occasions." How did she know about that? Someone on the staff must have
ratted on him. It wasn't like he had taken off hours before his shifts were
done, but five or ten minutes early when there was nothing to do but sit
around? What was the harm in that? Matt sat there in silence, waiting for
the boom to fall.

"Well, since you have nothing to say Matthew, I do." This was it. He was
fired. His mom was going to be so pissed at him. He buried his face in his
hands. "You're going to be demoted to working the fryers on all your shifts
as well as having to mop the dining room after close. You also have to come
to my place to swim in my indoor pool sometime soon." Matt looked up when
she was done speaking.

"That's... that's it?" he asked in disbelief.

"Unless you'd rather be fired," she smirked at him.

"No! No. I just... wait a minute... your place... swimming?" he asked.

"Yes. You... don't want to?"

"It's not that, I just thought..."

"Thought that since I was an assistant manager I would never give you the
time of day?"

"Yea, pretty much and the fact that you're seven years older than me."

"Matt, since you started working here I've had my eye on you."

"Really? I've been watching you too." As soon as he said he hated how it
sounded. Like he was some kind of pervert or something.

"So, will you come over sometime?"

"Sure," he said, "when?"

"Whenever you want!" she stated playfully. She got up from behind the desk
and walked around and sat on the front edge of it. Matt stared at her face.
His eyes moved down her body and then back up to her eyes. She puckered her
lips and leaned forward to kiss him when there was a knock on the door. It
swung open a fraction of a second later.

"If you two are done having your little chat, we are a little short-handed
at the moment," the crew chief Dave said. Their "talk" would have to wait.
There was work to be done.

The next five hours dragged on. Matt was stuck on fryers, which wasn't the
worst job to him. It actually allowed him a lot of free time. Of course, he
used the free time thinking about Kelly. Thinking about her tits, her ass,
and the thought of going swimming with her. She must look fucking awesome in
a bikini he thought. Maybe they'd go skinny-dipping? Maybe they'd do more
than that. Damn he could fuck her for a few hours, that's for damn sure.

Every now and then she would walk by and smile at him. It drove him nuts. He
even felt himself get hard a couple of times while thinking about her. How
much longer was this night going to take? Was this shift ever going to end?
The clock seemed to be moving backwards at times.

Finally it was one in the morning. Time to close. Matt looked around and
didn't see Kelly anywhere. Maybe she left already he thought. The thought
had never occurred to him that she might be working a different shift then
him. He looked in the office and around the restaurant and she was nowhere
to be found. He was annoyed but was tired enough not to really care. At
least the night was over and he could go home and jerk off to relieve
himself. He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.

"Not so fast Matt," Dave called out.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Kelly said you have to mop the dining room floor."

"Fuck." He had forgotten all about that. He quickly grabbed the mop bucket
and did a half-decent job of it. It was 1:30 by the time he was done and out
the door. He left before Dave could say another word to him. He got out to
his car and Kelly was standing there.

"Took you long enough," she teased, "what did you do, use a toothbrush?"

"Very funny. What are you waiting here for?"

"I'm waiting for you. I thought you said you wanted to go swimming?"

"Tonight?" Matt felt his energy returning, and his cock stirring.

"Yea, tonight! Unless you're not up for it."

"No, I just..." he thought for a moment, "what about your parents?"

"They're gone for a few days, some business trip for my dad's company."

"Oh, well, then, let's go!" he said, unlocking the doors. They both got in
and buckled up. He turned on his CD player and laid some rubber down in the
parking lot. They made their way to Kelly's house. She had to give him
directions so he couldn't drive very fast. It was a fifteen-minute drive,
but Matt would have driven all night to get there if he had needed to. She
lived in the middle of nowhere, out in the country.

Her house was huge. It looked like it belonged to millionaires. As they
pulled in the paved driveway, the garage door went up. Matt thought it was
weird. Maybe there was a motion sensor or something? Matt pulled in and shut
the car off and they both got out.

"Welcome to my place."

"It's fucking huge!"

"My dad owns his own construction company and my mom's a lawyer, so money's
not exactly tight," she smiled, " there's only one thing around here that's
tight." She moved closer to him and brushed her hand across his cheek.

"You are fucking beautiful," he whispered.

"In this?" she moved back and motioned at her uniform.

"In anything!"

"You'll like me better in nothing," she cooed. He raised his eyebrows when
he heard this. "I need to go change."

They walked into the house and she led him into the entertainment room. Big
screen TV, some video and pinball games, home theater system, everything.

"Sweet place."

"Yea, but everything's so old to me. I constantly need new toys. Be back in
a minute, make yourself comfortable," she said and then disappeared out of
the room. Matt heard her going up a flight of stairs nearby. He walked
around the room looking at the different games and playing for a few seconds
on each of them.

After a few minutes she came back into the room. She was wearing a white
robe that covered her body. She walked over to him and grabbed the ends of
the terry-cloth belt that was around her waist.

"Want to see what's underneath?" she taunted.

"Oh yea," he murmured. She smiled and walked toward one of the doorways.

"Come on, let's find you something to wear. You can borrow a pair of my
brother's old trunks, he's in university now." They walked through a few
rooms and down a hallway into a small room with boxes piled in it. They
found him a pair of shorts and he went into one of the spare rooms to
change.

He came out a few moments later with his clothes tucked under his arm, but
Kelly was nowhere to be found. Soon she came out of the room next to the one
he had been in. She smiled, looked over his taut body, ran her hand down his
chest and then led him to the pool area.

"I guess I should take this off..." she sighed as they walked into the
steamy room. The humidity hit them like a wave as they entered. It was pitch
black, but their eyes soon adjusted to the low level of light. They made
their way to the patio furniture. One of the pieces resembles a large bed,
but it was just four wicker lounges arranged that way with padding on top of
them.

They lay down in the darkness. Matt could finally make out the shape of her
bikini. It was a dark color, two-piece. He was right though; her breasts
were big. The bikini top was barely holding them in. The thong was barely
covering the rest of her.

She reached over and rubbed her hand across his smooth chest. He moved in
closer and ran his fingers through her long silky blonde hair.

"Kelly, I have waited so long to do this with you. You are so gorgeous." He
continued to run his hand through her hair and down to her shoulders. She
laid back and put her hands behind her head and let him take control. His
cock, already hard from the anticipation, was hidden in the baggy beach
shorts he was wearing. He could make out her hardening nipples in the
moonlight that was coming through the glass ceiling. He straddled her gently
and ran his hands down her sides, stopping at her hips.

"You know what I need Matt, I'm yours."

"Yea, you need this," he smiled and pointed towards his crotch, "but you'll
get that in due time." He bent forward and brought his lips to hers. They
lightly kissed and then he divided her lips with his tongue and pushed it
into her warm, inviting mouth. Her tongue pushed past his and into his mouth
and they started French kissing.

He sat up a little while later and looked at her face. Smiling he got up and
slid off his shorts. His seven-inch uncut cock sprang back and slapped
against his stomach as he pulled the baggy Bermuda shorts off of his lithe
body. His eyes had adjusted better to the light of the pool area. He looked
down and saw the robe she had taken off. It was dark blue.

"Wait a minute, weren't you wearing a white robe?" he asked. Kelly smiled at
him and ran her hands under her breasts and moaned softly.

"What does it matter?"

"It doesn't, just, it's weird."

"Well, maybe you should take the white robe off of her then." Kelly motioned
behind Matt. Standing behind him was Kelly. But Kelly was on the bed. Matt
did a double take.

"You're twins?" it finally dawned on him.

"Yes," said Kelly, motioning to the girl on the bed, "this is my sister
Becca."