That last great summer semester of college messing around with Sean and Roger was over and I had received my degree followed by several job interviews all over southern Louisiana. Before long, I secured a slot in a management training program with a chain retail clothing store which catered to women from teens to thirty.
I spent one week at a regional training program and then couldn’t believe my luck when they sent me to New Orleans to work as a manager-in-training at the best mall in the city.
It just so happened that Rhonda, one of my three best friends and sorority sister, had received her first post graduate job near there and we were able to find a apartment to share in a typical apartment complex that offered pool and tennis facilities. Rhonda and I were the two in our foursome of friends that were not engaged yet. Rhonda had always been the wild promiscuous one while at that time I was considered the most conservative.
Working at the store was really great for me. I was able to revamp my wardrobe with a lot more sexy clothes including lots of short skirts and better yet, I could wear those trendy fashions to work. Management actually preferred it that way, in fact I think they had an unwritten policy of hiring young attractive females to manage and work in those stores. Within just a few weeks my manager was transferred and I became the store manager and got a pay raise!
I soon discovered this great little bar that was attached to a restaurant at one of the mall entrances. Sometimes I would stop by there after work and have a margarita before going home or even for one just before work.
Most of the time this really cute bartender was working there. He name was Jules and he was a Cajun from over toward Lafayette, Louisiana. Jules was very average height with an athletic physique and a fantastic tight butt! He had, dark brown sexy eyes, black wavy hair that barely topped his ears and wore a very short always trimmed goatee and had some sideburns. Jules talked with a light Cajun accent and sounded so sexy when he spoke Cajun French. He had several tattoos on his muscular arms but he always was dressed really nice in slacks and expensive looking button up shirts.
I would always sit in a stool at the bar which was never very busy and Jules and I would talk a lot. He was quite flirty and always told me how nice I looked. I quickly learned that Jules was about five years older than me and he had played college baseball at Louisiana Tech before serving one term with the US Marines in Iraq.
One evening he came by my store to see me and asked if I’d like to go to some bars with him after I got off work. I accepted his offer and told him to pick me up in an hour when the store closed.
I was glad I had worn a sexy very short bloused skirt that day because I felt it really showed of my legs and I really wanted to look sexy for him.
Jules was there right on time to get me. We went to a sports bar and had a couple of drinks and then to a nice little quaint jazz bar in the French Quarter. I was having a fabulous time with him. At every chance I nonchalantly let him get a good glimpse of my legs. After awhile he offered to take me home but of course my car was at the mall. So I asked him to take me to my car and follow me to my apartment.
When we got to my place my roommate, Rhonda, was there and I introduced her to Jules. Rhonda, being ever so intuitive, found a reason to go out and left Jules and I alone at the apartment.
Before that wonderful threesome with Sean and Roger months before, I would have barely allowed a guy to kiss me on a first date, but now after my real sexual awakening I was actually hoping he’d spend the night making love to me.
It wasn’t long before we were kissing passionately on the sofa. And Jules was a great kisser. I was hoping he’d fondle my breasts or put his hand in my panties but he hadn’t tried that yet.