Budgie's Ice Cream

Budgie's Ice Cream

Budgie's Ice Cream

"Can I have a scoop of coffee-caramel and a scoop of black cherry in a cup?"

"You got it. $4.75."

"Here's a ten; you can keep the change. Seems a little slow today?"

"Yeah, it's the start of hunting season, so the whole town is gone," the pretty, middle-aged cashier grinned while a tall girl hustled behind her with a cup and scoop. "You aren't a hunter?"

"No, I'm up for the weekend to clean out a cabin that my dad is getting ready to sell."

"Oh, that's too bad. I guess. Is it?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's a little sad. I was only able to get up here three or four times a year, but really enjoyed it. Unfortunately, my uncle died, and he owned it with my old man. My cousins don't want it, so we're letting it go. A lot of memories"

"I bet. I'm sorry about your uncle," she said with sympathetic smile. "It should be just a second; it looks like she's grabbing a new bucket of cherry." She turned and bent slightly, looking for her helper. Her rear end was surprisingly perky for a woman her age, her back dimples visible where the apron strings had tugged her t-shirt up.

"No problem - I'm not in a hurry. So besides hunting weekend, how's business been?"

"Not too bad. Busy in the summer, slows down in the fall, closed for a few months in the winter and then it starts again."

"You must do really well in the summer to be able to close for a couple of months. I'm envious. I also own a restaurant; I know how hard the work is and I know how little money I make," I laughed.

"Nice! A fellow food service professional! This might seem strange and tell me if it is, but I'm having a little informal get together tonight at my house. Why don't you come by? I'd love to talk to you more about it, and I'm sure you could use a break from your project! My name is Lindsay, by the way."

"Hi Lindsay, I'm Gary. It's a pleasure to meet you," I shook her warm, slightly tacky hand, which she held for a couple seconds longer than seemed customary. "I've been coming here for about fifteen years - it's one of the best parts about coming to the cabin."

"I'm happy to hear that. My daughter and I just bought the shop three years ago - I'm glad to hear that we didn't ruin it."

"Not ruined at all," I smiled as she handed me the cup of ice cream. "I actually remember around the time that you bought it. Or I remember the time I began to see you in here anyway. Does that sound weird?" I laughed.

"Not at all. In fact, it makes it easier for me to admit that I recognize you. The girls think you're really nice."

"Oh, they just don't know me very well," I laughed. "Anyway, thanks for the invite, that's really sweet of you. Your husband won't mind a strange man showing up to your party? I wouldn't want to intrude, and I didn't really bring party clothes up with me."

"Gary, this is Kalkaska, Michigan. What you're wearing now is perfect, and I don't have a husband anymore. The shindig is just snacks and drinks, plus a simple little tournament we have every year. Nothing serious or formal; we're just chilling out. I live about ten minutes west of town." She leaned over the counter to write her address on a blank guest check, offering me a view down the front of her low v-neck t-shirt. She looked up from her writing to catch me peeking, and gave me a cute grin. I felt my dick stir a little.

"I'm about 20 minutes west of town, so that sounds perfect. What time, and what can I bring?"

"7:00, and whatever you want to drink. Does that work?"

"That sounds great. Thanks again for the invite - it will be nice to get out of the mess. And thanks for the ice cream!"

"You're very welcome. I hope I'll see you in a few hours?"

"I think you will. Bye for now, Lindsay."

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I strolled the two vacant blocks of downtown Kalkaska, eating my ice cream and shivering, thinking about what kind of crazy person invites a strange man to her house in the woods, and what kind of crazy person accepts the invite. The further I got into my cup of ice cream, the less interested I became in stopping by the party. Despite Lindsay's pretty eyes, seemingly obvious kindness and extremely cute bottom, I just couldn't figure out why she would invite me without really knowing me, unless either the party was going to be so big that everyone was welcome and she didn't care who came, or there was no party and she just wanted me to come over. I liked the thought of spending a little time with her, but was beginning to dread spending time with a group of rural Michigan strangers, and had no real way of knowing what I was actually walking into.

I returned to the cabin and went about my work, but I couldn't stop thinking about Lindsay and her invitation, both the weirdness of being invited, and the attraction I was feeling to her. She seemed poised and healthy in a town full of hillbillies, and my mind's eye couldn't look away from the section of her back above the waistline, where the apron string had pulled her t-shirt up and exposed the two beautiful dimples. I guess the dimples were worth the risk, so at 7:00 I headed out.

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I pulled up to a well-maintained ranch house tucked into the woods, and parked behind five other cars. It was a little after 7:00, and I hoped that I wouldn't get boxed in so that I could easily sneak out when necessary. As I approached the front porch, I could hear some pretty bad country music coming from inside the house. I decided that it would be better if I just took off before anyone noticed I was here, but I was too late. As I did a one-eighty on the front walk, the door opened and a petite thirty-something woman called to me. I realized that I had seen her in the shop earlier, passing by a door in the kitchen. Her wavy, highlighted hair was in a loose ponytail instead if the hairnet she wore earlier, her tight jeans and t-shirt showcasing a pretty little figure.

"You must be Gary! You aren't leaving, are you?"

"No, I just wanted to leave something in my car, but it's not important," I lied.

"Great! Well, come on in!" She held the screen door open for me to pass, but didn't leave me a lot of room. As I brushed awkwardly against her through the door frame, she held out her hand. "I'm Angela - my mom said she had invited you. Welcome!"

"Thank you, it was nice to be invited! I hope I'm not intruding - sometimes people make invitations out of politeness and don't really think the person will come. If that's the case, I won't be offended - I'd appreciate your honesty."

"Don't be ridiculous - we don't do phony bullshit like that around here. I can take your beers to the fridge - you can put your coat on one of those hooks behind the door."

I hung my coat and then headed in the direction that Angela went. I rounded the corner from the entry hall into the open kitchen-living room to find four women sitting around the kitchen table. Angela was making room for five of my six beers in the fridge, with one in her hand. Lindsay was stirring the contents of a Crock-Pot.

"Gary!" Lindsay shouted. "Welcome!" She laid the spoon on the counter and came to me with her arms outstretched for a warm embrace. "Make yourself at home. I've got some Buffalo chicken dip warming up, chips and snacks are on the table. It looks like Angela's got a beer for you. Let me introduce you to the girls!"

I waved to the group of women seated around the table, all of them happily enjoying their cans of White Claw. I met Joy, Lindsay's best friend, a tall, strong-looking woman around my age with curly, shoulder-length auburn hair and freckles. Next to her was Camilla, who was Angela's bestie; she had a cute, soft, mom-bod and very pretty dark brown eyes, with shiny, straight coal-black hair pulled tightly into a pony tail. Elise was the tall skinny girl who scooped my ice cream, her mousy brown hair now loose, and her tattooed arms now visible. Elise introduced me to her friend Shonda, a chubby girl with an afro and a septum ring. They all seemed excited about the party and happy to see me.

"Is it just the ladies tonight?" I asked, wondering why I was the only guy here.

"Just the ladies and you!" Elise laughed. "Lindsay is single and ready to mingle!" they all cracked up as Lindsay looked at the floor and shook her head, embarrassed. "The others have husbands or boyfriends who are hunting, and my girlfriend is right here!" she draped her arm over Shonda's shoulder.

"Cool, I guess," I said nervously. "Are you sure I'm not intruding? Would you prefer to have a 'ladies only' night while your partners are away?"

"No way!" Camilla shouted. "This is our one night a year to let loose without rules, and it wouldn't be any fun without you here! By the way, did you know that these guys make always try to find a way to check you out when you come in the shop?"

"Camilla!" Angela scolded. "That's a lie; don't believe her," she said to me, her face beet red. "Why don't you let him relax and enjoy himself. Don't scare him away!"

"Scare me away? Now I'm getting a little freaked out."

"They're idiots. They're just messing with you," Lindsay laughed. "Have a seat and grab a plate!"

We all dove in to the delicious crock-pot party food and alcohol, and laughed while the ladies talked about their ice cream shop customers. I could empathize with them and find humor in the weird things people do in a restaurant setting. After an hour of conversation, I was good and buzzed as the food was running down, so I decided that I should probably take off before I drank much more and found myself stuck there.

"Well, this has been great - thank you so much for letting me crash your party!" I stood. "I better get going before I can't drive, and let you ladies have your fun."

"Oh no you don't," scolded Lindsay, her hand on my shoulder and gently pushing me back into the

chair. "The party is just getting started, and we have an important job for the guest of honor."

"A job? What do you need me to do?" I asked, thinking they might need something fixed or some help cleaning the kitchen.

"Before we tell you, let's all get a drink and move to the family room," Angela instructed.

"Or if you don't want a drink, we have this..." Elise reached behind her chair and lifted a green translucent bong over her head.

"Yes please!" clapped Camilla.

Lindsay shook her head and laughed. "You all enjoy yourselves while us old timers clean the kitchen," she hung her arm over Joy's shoulder.

"I have a feeling I'm older than all of you," I laughed, "but would it be okay if I took a hit off of that thing

and then helped with the dishes?"

"No need to help - just relax," Joy smiled.

"Please, I insist!"

I returned to the sink after a massive bong hit, trying to stop coughing. I washed the dirty dishes as Joy handed them to me, then passed them to Lindsay to rinse. It was comfortable being next to Lindsay; I felt like we had some sort of connection at the shop, and the feeling continued. The weed was making me pretty giggly, and I think Lindsay was a little buzzed too.

"So, tell me about this job you need done," I asked.

"How do I describe this job," she grinned. "It's a contest we have every year at this party; it's a lot of fun for everyone and it will be for you too. Basically, all you have to do is be the judge."

"What kind of contest? Singing or something?"

"You'll see. We'll have a discussion about it all when we finish these dishes."

We completed the cleanup in happy, comfortable silence while the other ladies laughed in the living room, the alcohol and weed fueling the happiness and the increase in volume. The dishes scrubbed and drying, Lindsay, Joy and I joined the younger women, squeezing onto furniture where we could. Once we were seated, Angela stood and spoke like a manager.

"Okay, welcome everyone to the annual tournament. Since, as usual, our judge has never participated, let me lay out the rules for him and we'll get started. I don't know if you're aware, Gary, but you will be the official judge in a contest to determine which one of us is the hottest. There will be a series of challenges, and after each challenge a contestant will be eliminated. Are we clear so far Gary?"

"I guess so?" I answered a little nervously. "What kind of challenges?"

"Good question. First will be a kissing competition. Next will be which breasts feel best. Third will be asses, fourth will be blowjobs, and that will leave two contestants that you will sleep with to determine the winner."

"Oh wow. Okay," I stammered, wondering how I was going to get out of this weird situation. "Well, while that sounds fun and I would definitely enjoy making out with each of you or whatever, I would feel really guilty voting someone out or passing judgment on anyone like that. I mean, different people have different likes, and I don't want to offend anyone. This has been a nice evening and it was nice to meet all of you, but I should probably get going," I started to stand up from the couch, but Lindsay reached for my hand and pulled me back down.

"Oh, settle down. We understand that each of us can't win every year, and we've each won before, so nobody will be mad. Besides, I think your car is boxed in and we've all lost our keys," Joy laughed.

"I promise you'll have fun," Angela added.

"Sounds like I don't have much choice. How does it work?"

"You will be blindfolded in the guest room. Your hands will be secured for the kissing round, but free for the remainder. The blindfold will stay on throughout. After each round, you will tell us the number of the person you are eliminating, and we'll move on."

"Got it. Am I able to make any suggestions or propose any changes?" I decided that, if I was stuck here in this messed up game, maybe I should try to tweak it to fit my desires.

"What do you have in mind?" Angela asked. She definitely seemed like the ring leader.

"I would argue that, for me anyway, 'hotness' has more to do with skill, sensitivity, intelligence, and desire, and less to do with how tits or asses feel. I mean, I'm old and have been around long enough to know by sight how a breast or butt is going to feel. For me, I'd rather lick a delicious pussy than touch a breast. Although I do love beautiful feet. How would you feel about substituting these categories for the tits and asses rounds?"

"Oh boy, we're really taking this thing to the next level this year!" Angela exclaimed. "What do you think, ladies? Do we feel like getting our snatches sucked?" A cheer erupted in unison.

"That's great for the ones that make it that far," Elise pointed out.

"It's very generous for Gary to offer us this treat, that's for sure, but I can also see how it would be a nice treat for those who make it to the later rounds. Thoughts?"

"Well," I considered, "while I'm sure I would love burying my face in each of your laps, it does feel like a 'later round' kind of thing. Who knows, when this competition is all over, who's to say that we couldn't make something happen for those who failed to qualify?"

"Oh my God, I don't think I've ever been this excited for the competition," Angela squealed. Lindsay, who was still sitting next to me, put her hand on my leg in a way that felt like a 'thank you'. Whether it was a "thanks" for making the party fun for everyone, or if it was personal, I didn't know. "How about this for the program," Angela continued. "Round one: kissing, with one elimination. Round two: blowjobs, and one elimination. Round three: the pussy thing and two eliminations. Round 4 is the grand finale, with a foot competition as the tie breaker. Hands bound the whole time. Yeah?"

"Round three: one elimination," I countered, "Round four is feet and one elimination. No tie breaker."

"Done!" Angela cheered. "Let's get started! Mom, do you want to get him ready?"

"You got it, honey," Lindsay said as she grabbed my hand. She stood and pulled me up with her.

"Can I get one more hit off of that bong?" I asked.

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After exhaling a massive cloud of smoke, I walked with Lindsay down the hall to the guest room, which had a queen-sized bed, a nightstand, a lamp, and a dresser. It was a little old fashioned, but very tidy.

"Are you ready for this?" she smiled.

"I guess so?" I laughed. "It's kind of exciting to think about, but I'm pushing sixty. I'm twice the age of most of these ladies. I hope I can live up to my side of the bargain." I wondered why I was confiding in her like this.

"Oh honey, there's nothing to worry about. I'm sure your years of knowledge and practice will make for a great experience for my girls. Relax and have fun. We are all just happy to have this night together, and are excited to have you with us. Now turn around please." I did as instructed, and Lindsay covered my eyes with a red blindfold. She led me to the bed, telling me to scoot to the middle. When in place, Tracy held my right hand and pulled it up and to the side, where I felt a soft, padded material clamped to my wrist.

"Should I be trusting you?" I asked.

"I hope you will. This is just so you can't tell who's with you. You probably have some idea how each of us will feel, and can probably tell without using your hands, so this is likely unnecessary. We have to make it fair, and this is the only way. Plus, it's nice for us to think that you aren't picking favorites based on the evening so far."

"If you say so," I laughed nervously as she repeated the restraint on my left wrist.

"There we go. Try to be comfortable, and someone will be here shortly. Do you feel okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Suddenly very high, but good."

"Perfect," Lindsay rubbed my sternum in a motherly way and left a little kiss on my forehead. I felt her leave the bed and the door open, the sounds of the ladies' laughter growing louder. After a minute, the sound became muted and the door clicked shut.

"Hello?" I said quietly. There was no answer, but then I sensed the mattress compressing and felt lips touch mine softly. I kissed back, her lips thin and a little dry, but her breath really pleasant and her tongue, when it presented itself, was gentle, effortless, and delightful. Our kissing intensified before she moved to my ear and neck, and then back to my lips, the hungrier, breathier kisses beginning to affect my penis, and then came a distant voice saying, "that's a minute," followed by a soft tap on the door. With a hand on my chest, she pushed herself up and away, leaving the bed and opening the door. Hardly any time passed before the door closed again, the mattress shifted, and a new pair of lips were on mine. This kiss was more aggressive from the start, the tongue more active and the lip pressure more forceful, as was the accompanying hand on my chest, fingers roughly digging at my nipples and working their way down. After a brief pass over the now hard bulge in my jeans, the tap came again and she was gone. A minute was not enough time with each woman so far, and I was becoming slightly frustrated.

The third woman arrived and, before doing anything else, whispered in my ear. He breathy words sent a jolt through my aroused body as she said, "you can vote me out if you want; I'm not really into kissing. I will be taking a look at your cock though." I felt her rise onto her elbow beside me, loosen my belt and unfasten my pants. Her warm hand slid into the waistband of my boxers and grabbed my erection, pulling it out into the air. She held me in her hand, her thumb wiping what I assumed must have been a bead of pre-cum from the tip and spreading it over the head in circles. After a short series of strokes, she shoved it roughly back into my underwear and fastened me back up. She had barely finished with my belt when the knock came, and with a quiet, pleased, "Nice," she was gone.

A few seconds later and quiet again. A woman snuggled beside me this time, pressed against the full side of my body. The kisses started on my neck and ear, before moving to the sides of my lips, very tenderly. She barely wanted me to kiss her back, it seemed, but finally she made full contact with my mouth and lingered, our lips pressed together firmly and deeply, but with very little movement. It sounds void of passion when I relate it, but that was weirdly not the case. In fact, it was very intense, as all of the sensation was focused on the connection of our lips. I wished it could have gone on much longer, but our time seemed over just as it had started. She kissed me gently on the forehead as she left the bed.