I explained in Ch. 01 of this series how sometimes, you're in need of a place to satisfy certain desires, and the lack of suitable locations leads to a degree of inventiveness on your part. Admittedly, there's folks that you just give up on if you figure they're not worth it -- but then there's others that you have a hunch about, and get creative with.
Such was the case with sweet Colleen. She was bubbly and sweet, and given a little prodding, prone to such rampant sexual hunger that most guys would be taken a bit off-guard.
She had been coming into the cafe I managed for a while with her friends, but one night she came in by herself when I wasn't working. I was sitting at the counter as my boss David was serving me coffee when she walked in.
"Hey," I said. "Haven't seen you around here recently -- what's been going on?"
"Not much," she said, flashing me her big smile as she threw her arms around my neck. "John and I broke up." I hugged her back and there was that brief linger -- you know the one.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I said in a tone that sounded right, but with a look in my eye that showed I wasn't that sorry, and that I was willing to help her get over it.
Colleen and I flirted back and forth and talked for a while, ending the evening with a drive out around the city. We ended up behind a bowling alley, attempting to fuck in the back seat without someone pulling in back to see in case there was anyone around. It was uneventful due to us both being nervous, so we headed back to the cafe unfulfilled.
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The next time I'd seen her, she had come in about an hour prior to my closing the cafe for the night. It was a Monday night, and a dead one at that, so I started the closing duties early. By the stroke of midnight, I had the floor mopped, all the chairs on the tables, and the doors locked -- with Colleen still inside.
She pressed her thin, sweet body against me, and placed small kisses on my cheeks and lips. Oh, how I was going to fuck the hell out of this girl, and it was going to be heaven.
I dimmed the lights in the cafe and moved back to her, running my hands around her midsection and slowly up under her shirt, caressing and squeezing her small breasts. She sighed and kissed me again. I went for the button on her cords as she drew back from me slightly.
"We can't," she said, and then grumbled one of the most irritating phrases in any guy's vernacular. "I'm having my period."