Cheerleader

Lindsey knew she should go to work. But part of her was more than tempted to join Kyle at his basketball game. She watched as he leaned through the curtain into the cab of the van, his cock hanging limp between his legs. Maybe it was her life spiraling out of control due to Hubert’s actions leading to losing Nate. Or perhaps she was still in a post-orgasm haze, but as Kyle fell back to her side taking care to clean her with napkins she decided to join him.

“Why not?” she sighed, as Kyle wiped the last of his cum off her stomach. “Just let me call in to work, and go inside to pay for my gas.”

“Hot damn, Momma. Fo realz? This day is sizzlin’, the boys ain’t gonna believe dis,” Kyle said with a huge grin. He leaned in to kiss Lindsey, his tongue fully exploring her mouth.

[Personal emergency, I’m not going to make it in today after all.]

Lindsey and Kyle throw their clothes back on and climb out of the van. Lindsey blushed as the old woman at the next pump shook her head at them.

[Oh no! Hope everything is okay. Let me know if you need anything.] Alicia texted back. With work out of the way, Lindsey relaxed pushing close to Kyle. She would spend the day ignoring her crumbling life, she could return to that mess later. Kyle wrapped his arm around Lindsey, his hand not so subtly resting on her tit.

When they entered the gas station, the only person in sight was the attendant, mid 30’s pronounced widow’s peak and a round belly. Kyle raised his free hand and called out, “DAN THE MAN! Check out the new piece, yo!” He gripped her boob jiggling it for a few seconds.

Dan stared as the hastily tied knot came loose in the jostling. Lindsey quickly grabbed the ends but not before the attendant got a good look at her bra. He gave a half hearted wave at Kyle while his jaw hung open.

Lindsey moved towards a stand of shirts, Kyle following her lead. She flipped through the shirts, Kyle looking and chuckling. She pushed past a shirt of a bikini-clad woman leaning over the hood of a muscle car under the words “Fill Me Up.”

The only appropriate shirt she found was a plain gray shirt with the gas station logo in the corner. But it was a size too small, so it would look like it was about to burst at the seams squeezing around her chest.

“This one is funny as all hellz, Momma,” Kyle held up laughing at a shirt that said ‘Free Hand Sanatizer’ with an arrow pointing down. He rounded the stand holding the shirt up to Lindsey’s torso. She gasped as Kyle slid his hand down her pants, pressing a pair of fingers into her wet slit. She whimpered when he pulled back out, “I like da slutty business lady look.”

Kyle guided her away from the shirts, she realized a new shirt wasn’t really necessary if she wasn’t going into work. Kyle grabbed a couple of bottles of Crocade, “The red is my jam.” He flipped the bottle in the air, catching it.

Lindsey found an iced coffee since she wouldn’t likely make it to Cool Beans! this morning. She made her way up to the checkout while Kyle looked at breakfast on the food warmer.

“Find everything alright?” Dan asked as he scanned the coffee. He never made eye contact, instead staring at Lindsey’s cleavage.

“Yea, and I’ve got gas on pump,” she turned to glance out the wall of windows, Kyle walked up dropping his Crocade and a pair of breakfast burritos on the counter, “uh, pump 3.”

“These too?” Dan asked, and Lindsey nodded.

She swiped her card after Dan gave the total, and the cash register beeped. Dan glanced away from her tits long enough to read, “It’s saying declined.”

“What? That’s not, no, um let’s try again,” Lindsey said looking at her card again. Surely Nate didn’t already cancel her card. She tried it again to the same results. “I,” she said sifting through her wallet, “another card.”

The machine beeped again, “Declined.” Dan couldn’t look Lindsey in the eyes, and not because he was staring at her cleavage again. How embarrassing was it to have not one but two cards declined. She couldn’t believe that Nate was spiteful enough to cancel her cards and so quickly too. Luckily she had a card only in her name for emergencies, Nate wouldn’t have access to it. “Declined.”

The realization sank in. It wasn’t Nate blocking her cards, it had to be Hubert. She looked for cash but she only had a five. “I-I can’t pay,” Lindsey said.

“No sweat, Momma, I got ya,” Kyle said pulling a roll of cash from his pocket. “Yur worth it,” he said licking a line up her neck, passing a few bills to Dan.

“Have a good day,” Dan said as they left.

Kyle chuckled, “Oh we will,” his hand resting on Lindsey’s chest.