***This story will be written in several parts. Also, this fictional narrative has a slow start! If a fast paced story is more your style I suggest you don't read this one! Thank you!***
1
"Excuse you! What are you doing?" I asked while I was rushing down the stairs to my old bedroom. My heart was racing as I saw his hands flipping the pages through my diary from high school. He didn't even have the audacity to look guilty. He continued flipping through the pages until I ripped it out of his hand.
"I was just getting to the good part," he said with a cocky grin. I wanted to smack it right off of him, I settled for a shove to the chest. I was disappointed when he hardly budged. Standing 5'11 with an incredibly fit body I should have known my smaller figure wasn't going to have much of an effect on him.
I looked up to examine his face. He had matured since I last saw him. Brown eyes that you could get lost in, hair just long enough for you to get a handful between your fingers, just the right amount of facial hair, and hands that could please you for hours.
"You've got a lot to say about me in there," he said laughing, "If you wanted to take me home, all you had to do was ask." He was staring at me intently as he took a few steps closer to me. A hand reached out to touch my face, he brushed a strand of hair from eyes and placed it behind my ear. I could feel my heart racing as he dipped his head down towards mine. I closed my eyes as I nervously and impatiently waited for my lips to connect with his.
I felt a tongue lick me from my chin up to my eye. I opened my eyes and my dog was licking my face all over to wake me up so I could take him outside.
Son of a bitch
. I looked over at my alarm clock, I still had seven minutes until it went off.
Jordan freaking Butler. Where the hell did that dream come from?
Seven minutes until I had to get ready for my morning shift. That was more than enough time to get myself off, I was already on the edge from the anticipation of kissing Jordan again. Jesus, again. The last time we kissed was when we were juniors in high school. I'm 22 now, it's been about five years and this guy still haunts me.
I picked up my phone and saw 4 messages from my friends in our group message. They were all working the morning shift with me, thank god. I needed a good distraction after that dream. After I took care of myself I hopped out of bed and into the shower replaying the dream in my head and thinking of the various different ways it could have ended. The hot water felt amazing running down my body. My hand dipped in between my legs until my fingers reached my pussy again. I slipped two fingers and slowly started to increase my speed. My second hand grabbed my left breast paying extra attention to my tight and hard nipples. Again, it only took me five minutes to reach my climax. A small moan escaped my lips and I still found myself needing more.
Today I took some extra time with my hair and makeup. I knew I could convince my friends to go out and grab a drink with me, I needed to get laid. When I finished blow-drying, I pulled my shoulder length brown hair into a low bun leaving a few strands out in the front. When I was happy with my appearance I shut the light off. "Come here, boy!" I shouted to Max. "Time for a walk!"
Max already had his leash in his mouth and was waiting at the door. I laughed, I wasn't sure how I lucked out with such an awesome dog. I took Max out for a quick run around the block, left him with some fresh food and water, and gave him a big ol' kiss in between his eyes. "See you later boy, be good!"
I pulled into the parking lot and parked right next to my friends. Once I reapplied my lip gloss I grabbed my apron, book, and my fresh pack of pens.
My favorite part about working in a restaurant is that I get to work with all of my friends. I met some of my closest friends here, and my best friend Sarah from grade school just started last year.
"Sarah-"
