A loud beeping noise awakes me to another dreadful work morning. 9 am. I try to turn on my phone but it’s dead. No surprise I didn’t plug it in last night. I get dressed and drive to work. I make my way to the timeclock ignoring C angrily staring at me. “Where were you? Why haven’t you answered?” “Phone died” I say as I show him my black screen. Truthfully I just didn’t care to text him back. I don’t even care that he’s upset right now. “It’s not hard to let someone know you’re okay before-” he went on and on but I stopped listening. I turn a corner and bump into R. “Omg I’m so sorry” my face growing red as he assures me there’s nothing to worry about. “And the least you could have done was plug in your pho-” C yells as he turns the corner behind me. I yank my body around and yell “I need a break” before even realizing what I was saying. C doesn’t say anything and walls away with his head down. My mouth still wide open in astonishment at my words. “You might want to close that” I hear R muffle. I laugh it off and excuse myself. I head to the cooler, a normal stress relief spot quickly turned into a new crying foundation. It wasn’t a cry because of the situation, it was a bit of relief like maybe I can go back to breathing again. It’s probably for the best anyway. If he really loved me he would’ve said something instead of walking away. I felt bad because he was a nice guy. And he tries but he isn’t you. What the hell. I’m supposed to bed sad why am I thinking about R again. I hear a click and the door swing open. Fuck I don’t need some random coworker asking if I’m okay and all that bullshit they all do to get the most information out for show and tell to the whole store. I grab a water bottle and quickly make my way to the door. I run straight into R. “What are you doing here” “I came to check on you” his words leaving me breathless. I wanted to ask why but my throat became dry and my heart started to race. I kissed him instead of speaking, his big lips softer than his fingers. I pulled back, embarrassed I did that. He grab my face gently and pulled me back in. He kissed me, longer this time. He began to kiss my neck and a feeling I had forgotten existed arose. I wanted him badly.
Author: No_Solid6743
I bet his best friend tastes better than him…(part one)(all 18+ involved)
My back ached from the pain of lifting boxes over and over again. It was a never ending job working in grocery on a truck day. My boyfriend C patting my back as if to tell me it’s almost over. A sweet gesture but always poorly timed as his phone rang alarming him that his shift was over. 2 more hours for me. C kisses me on the cheek and tells me to have a good day. The back doors swing open and before C leaves he high-fives R who just started his shift. I never understood their friendship, Cs loud and I read him like a book the moment I met him but R- hes quiet and mysterious. Its interesting because its like nobody knows him. Seems like he likes it that way. I must’ve been thinking a bit too long when R touches me on my shoulder and says “he just left you already miss him?” He joked. “Haha yea” I yelled, having been caught off guard by how much I enjoyed his touch. So soft, gentle. This is our first time interacting without C there. I figured it would be silent and awkward but it felt different. R grabbed a rail “come on let’s take this before they make us unload the rest” I had forgotten the other two people went on a 15 min break until they walked through the door. They don’t really talk so it was hard to notice they were gone. R looked at me as he pulled the rail. It sent shivers down my spine. Why is he looking at me that way. Maybe I’m overthinking it. He turns back around and makes his way to aisle 12. I remembered he always chose this aisle first. Maybe it was because less people to deal with, or maybe- yep my exact thought happened in real life. His head turned downwards as a phone screen lit up his face, his thumbs moving so quickly. Who is he texting. Why did I want it to be me. He catches me looking and smiles “if you want my snap, just ask” holy shit can he read my fucking mind. I stare at him blankly and before I can say anything he grabs a box of baby diapers “relax I was just kidding”. He said it differently and his expression looked a bit hurt before be turned and walked to aisle 10. Great I fucked that up. I start stocking the shelves and it feels like hours and he still hasn’t returned. Where is he?. I pushed the thought out of my mind and pulled the empty rail to the backroom. Beep. That annoying ring was relieving to hear. I packed up my tiny black book bag and headed out. I checked my phone, 2 texts from C❤️, I’ll answer them later. I went home and took a shower. The warm water running down my body. His fingertips. The thought came out of nowhere but it was uncontrollable. The rush I got from his touch was like warm water caressing every single part of you. It was so warm and comforting you wanted more. That’s what I wanted, I wanted more of him. Give him more reasons to touch you. Any reason. I couldn’t think of any. I turned the water off and wrapped around a towel. The steam from the shower causing my overanlayzing head to get dizzy. I headed to my bedroom. A half of a shared basement, the depressing walls covered with cherished memories. I sat down on my queen sized bed and gaze into the conveniently placed mirror. I let the towel down. I wonder what R would think. A wave of shame and guilt come over me. I feel disgusting looking at another man that way. I try to blame the lustfulness on my exhaustion, getting dressed I convince myself im just tired. I need some rest before tomorrow’s shift anyway. I turn on my netflix comedies and drift off to bed.