In The Playground

Luke called me last night...tonight...yesterday...what the hell day is it?? I'm so confused, the days seemed to run together for me now. He called to tell me he was picking me up and we were going out to the bar again. He spouted something about not seeing me much last time.

"What are you? A girl?" I laughed and then started to mock him in a girly voice. "I don't see you that much...why don't you spend time with me? why -"

"Fuck off man!" Luke snapped, "I'm not above leaving your sorry ass at home, I don't mind not sharing the chicks with you!"

He finally showed up at my place an hour after he called. "Did you have to do your hair?" I asked him when he started out the drive. "Cause you know, it looks pretty." I swear I thought he was going to deck me.

But he didn't, he actually reached over and patted my cheek. "Be a good whore and shut the fuck up!"

Which totally freaked me out. "Fuck man what the hell was that?"

Luke laughed, "Stop being a pussy."

Luckily we soon got to the bar and his little groupies surrounded him, pulling him off into their dark corner.

Like last time, I was certain that the night was going to be a bust. I was on my second drink when I spotted Ally walking my way. This night is starting to look better. I stared shamelessly at her body as she got closer to me, ok I was actually staring at her tits as they bounced gently with every step that she took.

"Not babysitting tonight?" She asked as she came to a stop right in front of me.

I never even thought about the fact that Claire might be there, I've been avoiding her like the plague since last week. I almost gave in but I changed my mind at the last moment. I glanced around quickly, making sure I didn't see her blond head anywhere. And thankfully, i didn't.

"A look of panic?" Ally raised a brow. "Why is it most guys have that look when Claire is mentioned?" She didn't expect an answer. She grabbed my hand and said something along the lines of showing me how a real woman does it. "Unless you like little girls?" She threw over her shoulder.

I ended up back at Ally's table with her friends. She introduced me to them but I didn't really care who they were, I wasn't interested in hooking up with either one of them at the moment, I wanted Ally. Bad.

I was sitting on a stool against the wall and she was leaning against my thigh with one arm around my shoulders as she talked to her friends, drank and danced in my arms.

But I wanted more, it wasn't what I thought would happen when she made that statement. I wanted to tell her not to hint at something if she wasn't going to do it. I was getting bored sitting there, not even the movement of her tits as she danced was keeping my attention; I found myself scanning the crowd for something else, something like....Claire.

And I spotted her too. It wasn't that hard to do, she was dancing on the speakers with some other chick. I dropped my arm from Ally and I turned to get a better view of Claire as she rubbed against the chick she was dancing with. I knew it was obvious what I was looking at but I didn't care.

"You can't be serious," Ally said in my ear.

Slowly I turned back to look at her and gave a slight shrug. Of course I was serious, I was horny as hell and she wasn't doing anything for me. I don't even think she really wanted me there.

"Anyone can do that!" She snapped, "I'll show you."

I wasn't sure what she meant but the second she stepped up on the bar that connected the legs of the stool together and bend over the table, my attention was on her ass and how much her skirt rode up as she bent over. It took a few gasps from her friends for me to realize that she was Frenching her friend across the table.

"How was that for you?" She asked when she got down of the stool and leaned against me. "Oh," she laughed, her hip came in contact with my hardening cock. "Guys are so easy!" She exclaimed and turned to speak to her friend, ignoring me again.

I hate being ignored. And I had enough, I moved her out from standing between my legs and I went to get up. "Where are you going?" Ally spun around and gaped at me.

"To get a drink," I told her which was complete bullshit, I had a full beer in my hand.

"You don't want to go," her hands slipped around my neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.

I chuckled, took a mouthful of beer and told her I did. And I left her standing there with this shocked expression on her face.

Instead of making rounds, I make my way over to the pool tables where Luke and his friends were hanging out. Drinking, bullshitting and shooting pool is how I pretty much spent the rest of the night.

Claire found her way over to where I was at one point but the girls that were hanging all over Luke suddenly swarmed around me, making it difficult for her to get close to me so she gave up.

When Claire disappeared, one of Luke's groupies, Kelly (I think) stayed planted at my side. Every time I got up to take a shot she would stand by the pocket I was aiming for. Most times she leaned over the pocket as she cheered me on while giving me a nice view of her tiny bra less tits - it was a little distracting. I lost the game because of those tits.

But it turned out to be a blessing. She felt bad, or so she said, that she came over to make sure that I wasn't feeling down about the loss.

Kelly spent the remainder of the night seated on my lap with her legs around my waist. The girl had me so turned on, I almost came in my jeans as we sat there.

And I found out when closing time came around, Luke really hates to share, he left me standing outside the bar, totally pissed out of my tree.

Do you know how hard it is to get a cab at closing time in this town??

I started to stumble down the road, trying hard not to fall over into the ditch like I felt like doing. I wasn't getting very far, very fast. I think in ten minutes, I only managed to get a half a block away. My parents lived on the other side of town from the bar, it would have taken me hours to walk home.

That is, if Sara didn't happen to see my drunken ass zigzagging on the side of the road.

I'm not sure what I said to her but I think I tried to get her to come home with me.

Fuck! I hope I just think I did that...

Free For A Couple Days

I'm still walking to and from work, it isn't as bad as I thought it would be. The only downside is actually having to get up earlier to get to work on time.

Last night I was on my way to work, I had just turned to walk down the stretch of highway before I got to work when this car passed on the other side of the road and suddenly their brake lights came on. At first I thought they mad hit something on the highway until I realized that the car belonged to Sara!

I tried not to look too eager as I crossed the road and went around to get into the passenger side of her car. When I was in with the door closed, I turned to her and smiled. "Thanks."

She raised her brow at me, "What are you doing in my car?"

I swear my jaw dropped on the floor. "What?" I stared at her in disbelief. "Didn't you...? Weren't you...?" I couldn't finish a sentence for the life of me, I looked around the car and then at her again. "I thought you were stopping to give me a ride," I said finally.

She nodded slowly and that's when I saw the light in her eyes. She was totally playing with me! She laughed as she shifted the car into drive and stepped on the gas. "God I wish I had a camera! The look on your face was priceless!"

I wanted to tell her exactly what I thought of her little show but I decided against it, she did stop and save me from walking the 20 more minutes it would've taken me to get to work.

"Hey," she stopped me when I went to get out of her car. "You aren't upset with me, are you? I was just joking."

I told her I wasn't, "Just remember what you did when I get you back." She asked me what I meant but I just winked at her and got out of her car.

Last night went much better than the night before, I still had to do pets but there wasn't half as much stock.

This morning, I was waiting at the front doors for Sara, I was going to see if she would mind dropping me off at the turn off. I may not mind the walk but if I could get out of it, I was going too.

She was talking to Billy as she walked out the doors, she saw me and gave me a confused look. "What are you still doing here?" Billy stopped and glanced over at me, I have a feeling that he didn't seem to like the fact that Sara stopped what she was saying to him, to speak to me.

So because I could, I gave Sara my best smile as I walked over to her, watching Billy out of the corner of my eye. "I was waiting for you," I said in a drawl that I saved for women whose panties I tried to get into.

Billy gave me a dirty look before turning to Sara, "We should get going."

Sara nodded but she was looking at me. "Why were you waiting for me?" She crossed her arms over her chest and my eyes automatically jumped to her tits before I realized what I was doing. She quickly dropped her arms to her side as her cheeks took on a nice shade of pink. "I have plans," she told me quickly and walked out the door.

I couldn't help but chuckle as she stomped across the parking lot to her car.

"Don't even think about it."

I forgot that Billy was still standing there. "I don't know what you are talking about," I told him and walked out of the store.

Both Billy and Sara were out of the parking lot before I got across it. I saw them a few minutes later, they were walking into the restaurant next door.

For some reason, I felt the desire to go in there and break up their little thing. But I didn't.

I got home a while ago, I don't have to work for the next two nights so the world is my playground right now.

I have been avoiding Claire since last weekend at the bar but I think it's time to go see what she's up too. She's been lounging around outside for the last hour.

Work Related

I think they are trying to kill me at work! Last night instead of working with Sara like I normally do, they sent me to pets. I figured no biggie, I've been doing this for a week, I can handle stocking without Sara looking over my shoulder.

Oh fuck was I wrong!

There had to be about ten skids piled at least six feet tall. And the stupid gun? Absolutely no help at all! So I'm surrounded by stock that's got to go out and I didn't know where to start! I needed some help but who the hell could I ask? The management was under the impression that I could handle it, I didn't want to tell them I couldn't. And Sara? She trained me so I couldn't ask her because it would be like saying she did a crap job.

And that wouldn't make her happy. I don't want to deal with a bitchy Sara....again.

So I started on the first skid, I was pulling boxes around in a cart as I tried to figure out where the hell everything went. I swear it took me an hour just to finish that cart load!

By the time they called first break, I was panicking, I had only put out about 20 boxes out of the ten million that were there! I thought for sure they would give me my walking papers last night!

So I'm sitting in the staff room, trying to figure out what I'm going to do when Sara looks up from her puzzle. "How's it going?" She asks me.

"Oh great," I lied. "It couldn't be better."

Her eyes narrowed, "Really?"

I nodded, a fake smile plastered on my face. "How are things going for you?"

"I love two truck nights," she said as she rolled her eyes.

Break ended and I reluctantly went back to pets. About 20 minutes later I looked up from my kneeling position on the floor to see Sara standing at the end of the aisle with a pallet jack. "What are you doing?" I asked her.

"Come here," she motioned for me to follow her and disappeared around the corner with the jack.

When I reached her as she slipped the jack under one of the skids of bagged dog food, I asked what she wanted. "You know in Infants when we stage the skids?" I nodded so she continued. "Well in pets, if you pull the bulk dog food into the aisle, it helps cut down on the time it takes to do the skids." She leaned in and whispered, "I'd start with the bulk skids first and condense the over stock, you'll feel like you've done so much in a short period of time."

I went to thank her but she was already on her way to the back to do her cardboard from her first of three departments for last night.

I did what she suggested and guess what? In no time at all, I emptied a few skids.

I'm starting to think Sara is super smart.

I told her that when we were sitting in the staffroom on lunch break and she laughed. "I don't like to waste time Tanner, I want to get through as much as I can in the shortest time so I've figured out how to save time." She dipped a piece of her baked potato in some melted cheese and smiled at me. "It's all about working smarter, not harder."

With a little luck, some great advice from the 'master' and a little stocking help from her as well near the end of the night, I managed to finish all two billion pieces that came in for pets.

I'm so tired right now. Off to bed for me!

And guess what? The 'master' finally told me to my face that I did an awesome job!

I think I'm finally growing on her!

What Scene?

It was really uncomfortable at work these last couple days, Sara didn't say much too me but she looked like she wanted to say so much and I wanted to ask her what she meant when she asked if I was protected.

Last night, just before lunch, I decided that I was going to find out. I asked her if I could talk to her about something on break. "Something personal."

She hesitated but agreed. So when lunch was called, we went to the staff room, grabbed our lunch and then headed out to her car where we could talk in private.

"Why did you ask if I wore a condom?" I blurted out as soon as she was seated next to me. "Is there something I should be worried about? Do you know something I should about Claire?"

Sara took her time before responding. She pulled her sandwich and pop out of her bag, opened the pop and took a sip before she placed it in the cup holder. I wanted to shake her as she set to unwrapping her sandwich.

"Sara just tell me."

Looking up at me, she raised her sandwich to her mouth, smiled and took a bite, chewing slowly as she made a scene of enjoying the taste of it.

I know she did it to bug me, she told me later that she found it funny how easy I was too bug. But as she overplayed how much she was enjoying the sandwich, my mind started to take those noises she was making and make up a whole other scene for them.

And bent over the counter in a public bathroom in a bar wasn't it. No my mind pictured her in my bed, completely naked. The sounds she made eating the sandwich were replaced or enhanced to match those that she would be making while my tongue worked it's magic on her clit as my fingers slipped in and out of her hot wet snatch.

Oh fuck! I'm getting hot just thinking about it right now.

But when I thought it last night, I damn near jumped out of her car and ran screaming into the store. I didn't think that I was all that attracted to her but the rest of the night? I was trying to picture my grandmother naked in the shower to stop my cock from taking over.

I just shuddered when I typed that last sentence.

So I'm sitting there, totally grossed out by the fact that I pictured her naked and I think she noticed something change because she stopped and wouldn't look at me for the longest time.

"I don't know if she's contaminated," she said finally. "But it wouldn't surprise me, the girl is such a whore."

I nodded, "I kind of figured that when she blew me the first day we met," I blurted out before I could stop myself.

"Tanner! That's just nasty!" Sara smacked me across the arm and did a whole body shudder.

But I couldn't help but smile. "But damn Sara you have no idea how hot it was!"

I thought she was going to puke, I swear she turned green.

"I don't want to hear about it!" She snapped. "It was bad enough I witnessed what I did in the bar. How the hell did you hook up with that anyway?"

"She my neighbour."

"And you go around screwing your neighbours?" She seemed so disgusted with me and for some reason that bothered me.

"No, I don't normally but when they are young and hot? And willing to go down? Fuck ya!"

She rolled her eyes, "And guys wonder why girls don't trust them?"

"No we don't," I laughed. "We wonder why more chicks aren't capable of telling us when they want us. Why play games? Why not just grab me by the balls? I'll do damn near anything you ask if you do that."

Sara turned red, even in the barely lit car, I could tell she was embarrassed. "This conversation is over," she told me.

The rest of the night while I was trying to stop the general from saluting, Sara was trying to ignore me or giving me a dirty look whenever I did happen to catch her eye.

I need to blow my load so badly right now but I have to go to my father's store for a few hours....fuck......

Easy Life

Instead of going over to see if Claire was free, I called up an old buddy of mine who still lived into town. I hadn't seen Luke in about four years but it was like no time had passed, he was still the same guy he's always been. He talked me into going out with him and a couple of his friends to the Max, which according to Luke was the best place in town to pick up easy drunk chicks.

We arrived at the club around 10:30, Luke was immediately surrounded by all these really young hot chicks. He disappeared off into the darkness with his little groupies and I was left on my own.

I made a couple rounds, had a couple drinks but I wasn't seeing any one I would be remotely interested in, I was starting to think that the night was going to be a bust when hands came around my waist and some very nice tits pressed into my back. I didn't need to turn around, I knew the moment those hands slipped down to my crotch it was Claire.

"Hey!" I laughed, I've never met a chick so eager to feel me up in my life, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy her boldness. If only more women were that forthcoming, things would be so much easier! Slipping my arms behind my back, my hands gripped her firm ass and held her against me while she stroked my cock through my jeans.

It didn't matter that we were in the middle of the pathway through the bar, I actually got a kick out of all the curious glances from both guys and girls alike. Claire started to wiggle against my back, like she was trying to move away from me now that she managed to make me hard but I held tight to her ass.

"Tanner!" I heard her shout my name before slapping me on the arm. Without a glance back at her, I released her and walked away. If she didn't want to continue what she started, then I was going to chase after the one redhead that was really eyeing me up when Claire was groping me.

It only took a minute of searching to find the redhead, she was looking at me but the second we made eye contact, she turned away. I almost laughed at how silly that was as I made my way over to her table. "Hey there," I slid my arm around her waist. "Can I buy you a drink?"

She turned to me, holding up a new drink that the waitress just brought her, "I'm ok thanks."

I smiled, if she thought she was going to get rid of me that easy, she was dreaming. "It's ok," I shrugged, "More for me." I turned to the waitress and ordered another drink but not without turning to make sure the redhead didn't want another drink; she gave in and let me buy her one.

We made small talk, all I remember is that her name is Ally and she was wearing this really tight shirt with no bra, I couldn't keep my eyes off her nipples as they stood out proudly against the shirt. I couldn't help leaning in and 'accidentally' brushing my hand against them as we spoke either!

I was almost making some real progress with her, she was getting closer to me, her hands were lingering at my waist. I thought for sure I was going to get a proper feel of her perky tits when Claire showed up at my side again. I was starting to wonder what her problem was, she had a million other guys she could play with hanging all over her.

"Claire, I'm busy." I smiled at Ally, who was shooting daggers at the back of Claire's blond head as she moved in between us. "Claire," I stared down at her. "You need to go," she went to reach for my crotch but I grabbed her hand. "Now."

I dropped her hand and turned my attention back to Ally, I went to say something but I was distracted by Claire's hand on mine. "I...ummm," I raised a brow at Claire who was standing there with a smirk on her pretty little face as she held my hand against her exposed breast.

Ally saw this, rolled her eyes and with a little laugh, she told me when I was done ordering from the kiddie menu, she'd be around. She turned back to her friends and ignored me. When I looked down at Claire again, she had covered up and stood smiling up at me. I laughed, "I don't think so," I shook my head and walked away from her once again. There was no way I was going to give in to her, no matter what she did.

I spent the next hour avoiding Claire, whenever I saw her heading in my direction, I went the other way. At one point, I tried to get back to Ally's table but Claire came up to me and cut me off. "Tanner," she stood with her arms crossed under her tits, pushing them up and almost out of her tiny tank top. "When are you going to dance with me?"

"Will you leave me alone if I do?" I asked her, she pouted. "I mean it Claire, I'm not your boyfriend, I'm not here to be played with by you."

"Why not?" She asked, her hands at my waist. "You didn't seem to mind playing before."

I knew it was pointless to argue with her, she wouldn't understand it if I told her. "Fine," I agreed to one dance and we went off to the floor.

The song was a slower one, I almost cursed. I didn't want to be dancing with her, she was fun when there was no one else around but there were a few chicks that I was really interested in getting to know.

She insisted on dancing so close to me, she knew what she was doing, I think she had a plan because there was no way she danced that dirty all the time. At one point she moved my hands to her ass as she grinded against me. As my fingers digged deeper into the flesh of her ass, she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling my head down; her lips were on my neck and I lost all resolve that I had.

I ended up carrying her off the dance floor, her legs were wrapped around my waist, she was telling me how badly she wanted to have me fuck her right then and there. "Come on Tanner, give me your hard cock, you know you want to fuck my little pussy."

She was driving me crazy and I figured the only way to get rid of her was to give her what she wanted. We made it to the ladies bathroom, I intended on slipping into a stall, having a little privacy but damn she was so hot and ready. After slipping a condom on my throbbing cock, she bent over the counter, spread her legs and begged me to fuck her as hard as I could.

It was a little odd that no one came into the bathroom while I was banging her but I wasn't really paying all that much attention to my surroundings. It didn't take long before she was crying out my name, but it was long enough, I didn't think I could hold back any longer.

Once I blew my load, I pulled away from her, slipped the condom off and pulled my shorts and jeans back in place. I was about to leave when I glanced up at her, "What?" I asked, she was just staring at me.

"That's it?" She asked me, she looked like she was going to cry.

"What else did you expect?" I asked, when she didn't say anything, I went to her. "Claire?" I tugged on her shirt, hiding those perfect tits again. "What were you expecting?" My hands slipped down over her back, pulling her panties back into place and straightening her skirt.

"Nothing," she said, taking a deep breath. "I got exactly what I wanted," she smiled up at me but the smile didn't reach her eyes. And suddenly I felt like a jerk.

"Claire," I went to pull her into my arms when she stepped back from me to look in the mirror. She fixed her hair and washed her face before she turned to me, told me I was a great fuck and I swear she skipped out of the bathroom door.

I was left wondering what the hell just happened, I swear she was upset but the chick that just left here didn't seem upset at all. I turned to splash water on my face.

When I looked up, I wasn't alone anymore. Sara was standing behind me, staring at me in the mirror. I spun around to her, "Hey," I flashed her a smile I didn't feel.

She moved up to the sink and started to wash her hands, it was then that I realized that there was one stall that the door was closed on. I paled, Sara heard and probably saw me screwing Claire!

Sara pumped some paper towel from the machine, dried her hands and headed for the door. When she got there, she turned towards me. "It's none of my business but I hope for your sake, you wore a condom."

I told her I did, she cringed. "Good," she walked out into the crowd and disappeared.

After seeing Sara, I didn't feel like being there anymore, I found Luke and told him I was leaving.

Sara's comment is kind of freaking me out, I can't sleep because I'm wondering what she meant, does Claire have a STD? Should I be tested?

My Morning

The last two nights I was stuck working with Sara again. Last night I went to the manager and asked how long I would be working with her and she gave me this funny look as she told me pretty much that I'll be working with Sara most nights I'm on. "I really hope this isn't going to be a problem," she said to me. "Sara tells me that you are doing great, is there anything wrong?" I had no choice but to tell her no.


Armed with the knowledge that Sara doesn't completely hate me and I was doing ok in her eyes, at least work wise, I headed off to find her. I heard her long before I saw her though, she was in foods talking to the ladies there. I listened to her joke around with them and I wondered why she was so nice to everyone except me.

I thought about asking her what was up but I didn't, I just did my job.

This morning when I went to leave work, it was pouring down really hard. Normally that wouldn't be a big deal but I had to walk home, the car I was using was acting up so it was in the garage. My parents had their other car with them, they went to see my brother and his kids last night, they ended up staying there over night so I couldn't even call them to see if they would pick me up.

As a couple of my co-workers left I was cursing myself for
a} not wearing a jacket. It was warm last night so I didn't think I would need one.
and b} not having any form of money on me so I could call a cab.

I was trying to convince myself that the walk in the rain would do me good when Sara and the crib guy (Billy) came out through the doors. Billy kept walking, telling Sara to have a great weekend, she was going on days off and apparently so was I.

"Hey," Sara gave me a puzzled look once Billy was gone. "What are you still doing here? Aren't you normally the first one out of the parking lot?"

I nodded, it was true I didn't stick around to talk to anyone, no one really seemed to care one way or another either. Before I could say anything, she must have looked out into the parking lot because she asked me where my car was. "In the garage," I mumbled.

"Oh," she said as she picked up her jacket from the shopping cart of stuff she had in front of her. "Waiting for a ride?"

"Nope," I tried to sound excited. "I'm walking and I better get started if I want to get home today." I reached for the door to open it but she grabbed my arm.

"You are kidding, right? You aren't walking in this!" She motioned outside where I swear it picked up raining. "I'll give you a ride." I started to protest but there was no use, once she got an idea in her head, she had to carry it out.

It was strange being in the car with Sara, she didn't speak much just enough to find out where I lived. I felt like I was putting her out by getting a ride. When I mentioned that to her, she laughed, "It's on my way Tanner," she said and then told me that she didn't even live in town, that she drove in from Lakeland which was a half hour away.

If I thought that my morning was strange enough having accepted a ride from Sara and having her actually tell me something without prompting, what happened when I got home made me wonder if I wasn't in an episode of the Twilight Zone.

When Sara pulled into my parents' drive, as I was thanking her for the ride, my door was yanked open. "Tanner!" Claire damn near cried my name as she tugged on my arm to get me out of Sara's car. "I'm so glad you are home!"

I was surprised to see her and I told her so but she just giggled and told me I was being silly. "I was waiting for you," she told me.

"Why?" I asked her, I was still seated in Sara's car. Claire bent over, giving me a nice view of her tits as her hand stroked my inner thigh. "Oh...ummm," I glanced over at Sara who was staring off into space as if she was trying not to say anything. I wanted to ask her what was going on when Claire grabbed the boys in her hand and gave them a squeeze. "ThanksfortherideSara," I said quickly. "I'll see you later."

Sara didn't turn her head my way, she didn't even acknowledge me at all. She slipped her car into reverse and sat there waiting until I got out of the car and closed the door. She left the drive so fast I started to wonder what her problem was.

"Poor Tanner," Claire cooed as her hand found it's way to my crotch again. "Having to work with that bitch all night can't be fun," she smiled up at me. "I know what will make you feel better," she grabbed my hand and hauled me off to her house.

Once again Claire tried to displayed her talents for cock sucking but I must have been tired or something because I just wasn't in the mood. I told her I had to get home and do the list of 'chores' my parents left for me today.

It was a total lie, I have nothing to do. In fact I'm so bored right now, I'm thinking I might go see if Claire is free.

Boring Work

So I started a new job last night, stocking shelves. I didn't really want this job but since my parents made it impossible for me to live with them and not help them at the store during the days - for free room, food and board - I had no choice but to look for a job in the evenings. All the jobs that were in the paper for the evening sucked balls - big time! Either the hours really blew or I could make more working the corner than working in some of those places; of course the corner working would pay more if I was female but you get the idea!

Reluctantly I applied at the local supercenter for overnight stocking - it was either that or maintenance and I can't see myself scrubbing floors or bathrooms all night long, night after night. I think that would be a shitty job! God, I kill me sometimes!

Like I said, last night was my first night on the job and I'm not so sure I'm going to stick around there too long, at least not if they have me paired up with the chick that they stuck me with last night! I don't like to be mean but this girl was just a plain bitch. I first ran into her when she was walking towards the store, I wasn't sure how to get in, they didn't really tell me that part when they told me to go in last night. I asked her how we got in, she kept walking and muttered something like, 'you have to pull them apart' as she went to the doors and yanked them part.

But that's all she said to me! No 'hello' or nothing. She walks on and I'm like, ok now where do I go. She seems to know where she's going so I follow her. She goes down this aisle and that aisle, every who walks bye smiles and says hello to her and she is all nice to them! I couldn't believe it. So we get back to the staffroom and there aren't that many younger people - or guys! I wasn't sure what I got myself in to.

I was standing back in the staffroom, waiting for someone to speak to me, to ask me something or seem friendly enough so that I could take to them but no one seemed to notice me! Finally the chick that I followed in left the room and a few more followed, so I went with them. I got stuck behind the bitchy chick again, this time I wasn't looking around so much, I was staring at her. I watched her hips move as she walked. She wasn't a small chick by no means but she wasn't really fat either. I guess she was pretty average, plain but for some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off her ass.

We are passing people on their way in, they all greet her by name and she sounds happy to see them, but if you asked me, I wouldn't have been able to tell you her name, I was still watching her ass as she walked. We got to the front and I snapped out of my daze. She sat on the counter by on of the registers and I stood off to the side by another one.

At the meeting, the manager told everyone I was new and they all glanced over, but no one seemed that excited by my presence. When the manager started to assign jobs, she paired me up with the chick and you should've seen the look on her face, she didn't look too happy.

The meeting broke up, the chick - who's name is Sara - went to the manager and asked something about getting me set up on a gun. "It helps you find where everything goes," she told me, without looking at me once.

Finally she tells me to come on, we stopped to grab a couple carts and we went to our assigned area. Apparently the first of four areas that we had to do that night, areas that Sara normally does on her own most nights. We started out in Stationary - she explained everything I needed to know about the 'gun' we had to use, she explained everything I needed to know on the shipping labels and everything I need to know about the labels on the shelves. I thought it would be really easy to stock shelves but the way she spoke about it, it wasn't as easy as it looked.

Once she was done explaining everything to me, she told me we needed a bag and showed me where the ladies in Foods 'hide' them. Then she stopped to explain the productivity sheet, "We have to justify every minute we spend working," she said bitterly. I wanted to ask but she asked me if I understood and then set me loose on a shopping cart fill of boxes that had no labels on them, I had to scan every one of them to find out if they even went in the area we were in.

While I tackled the shopping cart, she started on the skid of boxes on the floor, there had to be about 20 boxes on that skid, she was done that way before I was even halfway through the cart. She came over to see how I was doing, I mentioned something about her having the skid done and she said with a shrug, "I've been doing this for a while, I know where everything goes."

Sara helped me with the cart of stuff then we went to get rid of our cardboard before heading to furniture, electronics and finally infants.

In furniture she said she didn't know what she was doing there, she hadn't been doing that area long, but still she knew were everything went and I felt like I was slowing her down. The only time she even spoke to me really in that area was to ask me if I could help her with a table set - I stood there and watched her for a while as she tried to do it on her own. I was actually surprised that she tried, most girls I know would've asked me to do it without even trying. When I went over to help her, I made a comment about that and she got all defensive. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean that I can't do it!"

"I know," I backed off, "I was just saying."

She didn't say much as we headed into electronics.

I guess I should say that by this time, they called first break. !5 minutes of sitting in the lunchroom listening to the old ladies on one side bitching about everyone and everything; and watching a couple guys playing crib on the other side. One of the guys playing crib, Sara kept watching and joking around with. For some stupid reason this made me a little mad. I couldn't understand why she didn't want to talk to me but she was all nice and friendly to everyone else.

We went back to work, finished electronics in no time and then headed off to infants, where 6 skids waited for us. I asked her what happens if we didn't get it all finished and she just gave me this look. "I can do six skids on my own," she told me and proceeded to explain how she goes through all the skids, takes off what she needs and then starts stocking the shelves. "But you can start on the carts first," she told me as she pulled the first skid around the corner.

Can I just say, I HATE the shopping cart stuff. I want to work on the skids, why couldn't she do the shopping carts??

Lunch came just as she was done sorting through the skids. 30 minutes of the same thing as first break - except this time I was determined to get her to talk to me instead of the crib guy.

"So Sara how long did you say you've been doing this?"

"Two years," she replied but added nothing else as she bites into the apple she holds in her left hand while she does a crossword puzzle.

"Why do you do it?"

She shrugs, "I hate people."

What?? How the hell could anyone hate people, she talks to everyone that works with her and she hates people? "What do you mean?"

She sighs, finally looks up from her puzzle. "I spent way too much time in customer service, I got tired of listening to people bitch and complain all day long. I wanted a break before I went insane so I applied here and I've been here ever since." She paused, "What about you?"

I almost had a freaking heart attack! I couldn't believe she said that much to me when it wasn't work related and then she asked about me. "I lost everything I owned, moved back with my parents. I work in their store during the day and I needed something else to help pay my bills."

She sat there, thinking about what I said and I thought she was going to ask something else but all she said was 'oh' and turned back to her puzzle.

We went back to infants after lunch and finished that my last break. I didn't bother to talk to her on break, I just sat there pretending to read some old magazine that was sitting on the table.

After break we went around and helped some other people and then we started clean up and before I knew it, it was time to go home.

As I was walking out, the crib guy that Sara kept talking too came up to me. "She may seem a little hard to get to know but she's really a nice person. Give it some time, you'll see."

I don't know if I really care. I tried. I just hope I don't get stuck with her again tonight.

In other more exciting news, Claire is out sunbathing as I sit here. I believe I'm going to go watch her for a while, jerk off and get some sleep.

The Girl Next Door

When I moved into my parents house a couple weeks ago, I wasn't looking forward to actually living there again. Don't get me wrong, my parents are awesome people, I just never thought I would be living under their roof again, or by their rules.

But I've come to see an upside to living in my old bedroom again. My bedroom window faces the next door neighbours house, my parents very hot next door neighbour. From what I gathered just by listening to conversation and by watching - yes, I watch the girl next door, I'm a single horny guy, of course I'm going to be checking out the scenery!

Oh boy, talk about the scenery! Claire could easily be a model! Tall, blond, a hot bod that she loves to show off all the time. She has the perfect tits, I swear! I would love to get my hands on them! Damn, I'm drooling just thinking about them!

So far I haven't managed to 'bump' into her. Most times because my parents are around when I see her and that would be a little awkward, the girl makes me hard just thinking about her, so I can just even imagine what it would be like being that close to her.

This morning though, I got my chance. Everyday since I've been home, I've been helping my dad out; my father owns an electronics store downtown. But today my mom asked me to mow the lawn while she went to help him at the store.

"Just come by after you are done," she told me before they left.

I wasn't really excited about mowing the lawn but it did get me out of the stuffy shop for a while. I put off mowing until I knew I couldn't wait any longer.

It didn't take that much time at all, my parents lawn wasn't that big. I was bending over doing something with the lawnmower - I don't even remember what it was now - when I happened to notice two tanned feet stop in front of me. It was like slow motion, my eyes travelled up those long tanned legs, I could feel a familiar tightening as my gaze stopped momentarily on the bikini bottoms that rested on top of her thighs. Swallowing hard, I tore my eyes from her crotch and continued upwards until those perfect tits came into view! I don't think I ever made it to her face, I heard her giggle and I looked back to the mower.

"Hey neighbour," she giggled. I soon found out she giggled a lot for a 23 year old. I said hello and we chatted for a little bit before she asked me if I'd mow her lawn too. "My boyfriend normally would do it but we broke up last night," she told me with this sad pouty look on her beautiful face - I couldn't say no!

Claire sat on one of the lounge chairs on her deck the entire time I was mowing her lawn, I could feel her blue eyes on me and that only make me hornier. By the time I was done mowing, I was hot, sweaty and in need of some release. I called out and told her I was done.

"Would you like to come in for something to drink?" She called across the lawn to me.

I thought about it for oh - a minute!

Leaving the mower sitting on the grass, I made my way over to the deck and followed her into the house. We were standing in her kitchen, she had just poured a couple glasses of ice tea. Handing one to me, she asked me some thing and sipped at her ice tea. I, being hot and sweaty, chugged the glass down and asked for more, after I answered her question.

"More?" She giggled, moving in closer to me, offering me her glass. When I took it, she reached out and ran her hand down my body as she gazed into my eyes. I wasn't sure what she was going to do but the naughty little grin that appeared on her lips told me I would really like it as her hand slipped under my shorts to stroke my already throbbing cock.

I tried to act all nonchalant, drinking the ice tea in her cup when she smiled at me and slipped down, out of my line of vision.

Holy crap! I thought as the cool air in the house caressed my hot skin for a split second before her mouth closed in on my cock. I thought I was going to die, watching her golden head bob up and down as she worked me into a frenzy. It had been so long since I've had a blow job, I knew I wouldn't last long and the fact that she was a very talented cocksucker didn't help.

I blew my load into her mouth, she knew it was coming but still kept on going so I thought it would be ok.

But apparently little miss Claire may like to suck cock but she doesn't like to swallow. She reached for my empty cup and spat out my gift to her.

After she got to her feet, I tugged my shorts back into place and went to say something - anything - to her but she was already on her way out to the deck again.

I shrugged and returned to the mower that I abandoned.

Without another word to her, I disappeared into my parents house and headed to the shower.

I think I'm going to love living at home again.

Starting Over

I had to make a move this year that no guy in their right mind wants to make at the age of 29, I had to move back into my parents house. I wish I could say it was because my parents were sick and needed to be looked after but they are completely healthy.

No, my reason for moving back home is one of stupidity; bad choices, believing the wrong people and spending more money than I could ever pay back. I lost my job, my house and the 4 year relationship with the woman I thought would stand by me through anything.

It's amazing how life can change in a blink of an eye sometimes, I never had to knock on wood but maybe I should have, maybe if I didn't take everything thing for granted, I wouldn't be sleeping in my old bedroom trying to get my life back together.