She Needed a Job Pt. 01

She needed a job, Part 1

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These are my stories and cannot be copied, period.

This story involves family, depression, and a new career. This is a fictional story and everyone in the story is eighteen when they fuck.

My name is Andi Nelson. I'll be thirty five years old next June 13th. Jim and I have been married for eighteen years now. He was one our neighbors and when I got pregnant he married me. He was not the biological dad for Jimmy now eighteen and knew it.

We have three other boys, all his and mine, Tommy was fifteen, Mike was thirteen and Tim was ten. All red hair and freckles except Jimmy with brown hair. Jim is simply the best father, helping out with basketball and baseball. He was good at it as a kid, played baseball for a small Division III school and basketball in high school.

He refused to coach them since it was there experience, but there was a batting cage in the backyard and a hoop in the driveway.

We went to church most Sundays at St. Olaf's in Poulsbo. Jim had this nagging cold, so I made an appointment with our doctor on Tuesday. Jim was the IT systems guy for the local credit union and I was a teacher's aid Poulsbo Elementary in kindergarten class with Jessie Ericksen, we were couples friends as her Bobby worked for a cable company, stringing wire.

They had six kids, Jessie and I taught Sunday school.

The week just got away from us it was Friday night, we were at the high school, North Kitsap Vikings and Jimmy was having a good game, Jim came in at half time, he looked tired and made his way up to me. He sat down next to me and held my hand. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheeks. "Baby, Jimmy has eighteen points, "We were playing the hated Kingston team.

As the game progressed, Jim put his head down and was leaning against me. I looked at him and he was weeping. I cradled his face and said, "Jim?"

He barely said, "911, dying, leukemia."

Down the road just a few miles was a new hospital, St. Michaels. People were so hopeful when it replaced the mold ridden Harrison in Bremerton, but it was a terrible place.

We rode there I was in back with the paramedics, they had Jim on a monitor, we were just onto the freeway headed south, when the heart monitor stopped. They tried to use the paddles to bring him back, but he was gone.

They asked me if I knew anything and I repeated what he said,"911, dying, leukemia. He'd had a cold that wouldn't go away and he went to the doctor on Tuesday, Dr. Terri Poulson at Sound Health, pretty sure she couldn't tell me.

Jessie had the kids, I had not spoken to my mother or her husband in eighteen years, I was numb, then I was home with kids. Jim had found this great deal on a split level house just off of Lincoln, built in the seventies. He painted it every five years and we had a vegetable garden on the side yard.

I have no recollection of the first few days, Jimmy was my rock, driving the kids to school the week after, reheating frozen casseroles for meals and making lunches for everyone for school. We had an old 1990 deep blue Isuzu Trooper, that Jim had rebuilt and got a new paint job. It was an SUV that easily sat five in the front two rows now, before here was another seat where the trunk is now we no longer needed to use.

I wore a black, long sleeve cotton frock with flats to the funeral. The boys and Jessie were with me. The Catholic funeral service is long, there are prayers and it was led by Father Albert Arulappan, he is the Vicar and is from India.

I mean we're all from somewhere. The priest in St. Anne's where I grew up were from Ireland.

As Fr. Albert celebrated the Funeral Liturgy, although every word was perfect, the pitch seemed wrong so he was way in front of most of us. He was a kind man and my kids liked him.

Jim's parents were buried in the old Catholic Mission in Suquamish, St. Peter's. There were plots for him and his sister who lived in Alaska. He was buried that day.

We got home, it started at one o'clock, now it was now three thirty. I thought that's it? I wanted to talk about it with Jim, who do I talk to now. Jessie and the boys and I went in the front door and up the stairs to the front room. I looked around, the furniture was gone, there were folding tables and maybe twenty casseroles and women from church bustling about.

I looked at Jessie and shrugged, "What's going on here help me out, get these people out of here, now please."

Jessie said, "Ladies."

Nobody answered.

Second time, "Ladies!"

Still nothing, I was mad now. I put my two fingers between my lips and shrilly and loudly whistled.

"Get the fuck out of my house right now. You got five minutes before I start throwing your fat houses out my house. I'll probably kick a few too. We've been going to St. Olaf's for seventeen years and neither my husband nor I know a single one of you leeches. Now DAMN IT, get out!"

They were gone. We had a horizontal freezer in the mudroom off the backdoor and another in the shed in the back yard.

"Jimmie, you and boys put foil on all but two of these, there's two mac 'n cheese ones for dinner, but them in both of the freezers, carefully."

The boys needed a task and they were happy to have Mom back too. Jessie was smiling at me.

I looked at her and said, "I will get us through this, but I'm dying here honey. Please keep the fuck heads away from me.

There was an insurance policy, $100,000 and I put it in the Credit Union. Jim had paid off the small loan on our home and the taxes were paid up.

After about eighteen months since Jim left me. I was harvesting some tomatoes and zucchini, broccoli leaves and onions and found myself singing, the sun was out, it was in the mid-70s and I was sweating I had a bandana in my hair and was wearing a wife beater of Jim's and some Daisy Dukes. Jimmy was a freshman at Lewis & Clark State in Lewiston, Idaho, on a baseball scholarship. Life had kept on.

I had a scheduled physical with our doctor. Dr. Poulson said she felt so bad, but could not say anything because of HIPPA laws. I'd had my physical earlier this week with her in her office by Walmart. Her assistant took my BP put this thing on my finger to measure my oxygenation. When she was done she told me to strip and put on the paper robe and sit on the table.

After what seemed like a half hour Dr. Poulson came into the chilly room. She asked how I was doing, I shrugged.

She said, "Okay, stand up let's weigh you and see how tall you are. I stood on the scales and she said, one hundred forty six pounds and you are five foot seven inches tall. You are a stunningly beautiful women and define voluptous. What cup size do you where.?"

I blushed, "EE-Cup."

She said, "Please back up on the table and pull the robe down off your top and lay down."

She was feeling along my neck and said, "I'm checking your lymph nodes, which is where I found Jim's problems, lift your left arm."

She was feeling around my under arm, which is on of my erogenous zones. I bit my lip, closed my eyes and I let out a stifled moan.

Then she said, "Lift your right arm."

Nobody had touched me and she was tormenting me and she seemed to be delighting in this, slowing down with just one finger, so fucking soft, she smelled so good.

I, I never with a women. Finally I could not stand it and I said, "Oh fuck, don't stop, it's been so long, please, sweet Jesus, don't stop."

She was mashing one of my tits and pulling on the other nipple, then she forcefully pulled my ass and thighs down to the edge of the table and buried her face between my legs, flicking my bean, then her, her, her fingers were in me touching this one spot, nobody before and I tried to hump her face, then I squirted all over her face and my thighs tried to break her neck.

She stood up and walked over and locked the door as I lay panting on the table, she unzipped her skirt and walked back and climbed onto the table and lowered her hoohah onto my face and I stuck out my tongue, before she could get there.

I have a very long tongue and could touch my nose. This was a first time for me so the tip of my tongue was like a hummingbird's wings and she was moaning and grunting and collapsed on top of me, here body quivering and shaking. It had only been a few minutes.

After a few minutes, she climbed down off of me and seemed shaky. I got off the table and put my arm around her face and gave her this deep soul kiss, pushing my tongue down her throat. She was smashed up against me.

I said, "Honey please bend over the table."

She seemed stupefied, but followed my directions, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and ate her ass, while I reached around and rubbed her bean. I was able to penetrate her ass with the tip of my tongue and she came four times.

I'd never been with a woman before, but Jim did all that to me, plus he was hung like a donkey. I had that monster everywhere in me and except for the first time I craved him destroying my ass. I bought a ball gag at the Lover's store in Silverdale, so I wouldn't wake the boys.

She could barely stand and I embraced her and tongue fucked her mouth and grabbed her ass and she moaned. She gently patted my chest and said, "I am normally dominant, but I'm yours. I'll have to explain this to my wife."

I said, "Your wife?" What happened to Doctor Bob?"

"He was fucking around and I divorced him. I met her on Grindr, which is a queer dating app. She's a movie producer, you should meet her. We live in Lemolo in a big old farmhouse. Come over tonight. Okay?

I texted Tommy and told him to heat up the Tuna Noodle casserole and no girls over tonight. I'd be home by ten thirty.

Quick response from Tommy was Okay.

She said, "Go up to Walmart and buy some five inch heel, open toed pumps some thigh highs, commando, no bra and sun dress. Put your hair up in a top ponytail. It's casting couch time.

End She needed a Job part one.

Coming soon part 2 She needed a job

Andi becomes an actress and gets lots of work.