Scorching Hot Sweetness: A Kiss for Sleeping Beauty
I got out of the shower that morning and tried to dry off. As I rubbed the moistening towel over my skin I quickly realized this was pointless. It was so hot, so humid I was never going to dry out. This was the hottest summer on record and today seemed like it was going to blow that record out of the water. I opened the door to the bathroom and felt a cool breeze hit me. Thank God for air conditioning! I entered the bedroom of my apartment completely nude, dick swinging from side to side—there was no need to be modest as I lived alone. I adjusted the thermostat for the air and stood in front of the vent with my arms out from my sides, legs spread, head tilted back and awaited the cool air to dry me.
I wanted nothing more than to go to the beach, but unfortunately I had to work. College all week, work all weekend, this was not the way attending college was sold to me by Hollywood movies. Where were all the drunken, naked parties? Where were all the nymphomaniac coeds with nothing on their mind but threeways with me? I guess they are at the Universities, because Community College was just people like me who go to school and then work their balls off the rest of the time.
My job was as lame as you can possibly imagine. I work at "The 365", a convenience store, named for the fact that they are open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. As jobs go it is pretty awful. This isn't a normal convenience store, it is a very popular, relatively inexpensive place where you can buy cheap gas, cheap cigarettes, decent sandwiches, lunchmeat from a full deli, affordable milk and it's all right there by the beach so we are always insanely busy. The good news is we are properly staffed, on any given day there are about fifteen of us working in the store.
The best perk of the job is the fact that all the college girls shop there while at the beach and our dress code policy (for the customers) is VERY relaxed. It is not at all unusual to see girls in bikinis walking around in the air conditioning which has a very exciting effect on them (if you know what I mean—ERECT NIPPLES—that's what I mean, in case you didn't know I mean, now you do.)
The other perk is that I work almost exclusively with women. I don't know why that is, it just seems to be the case. In fact, when Dana hired me (Dana is the manager, obviously!) she said they needed more guys working there. Probably not the most PC thing to say, but Dana is a straight shooter, competent and awesome. There are a couple guys who work there, Brian (Assistant Manager) and Ron (3rd Shift Manager) and Blake. Blake is just a regular employee like me, he's a good guy; he's training to be a shift manager and that suits us all fine, everyone likes Blake.
Now I have to point out that although I work almost exclusively with women they aren't necessarily what you're thinking. I'm not working with supermodels; they are just the normal, run of the mill convenience store employees. There are a few older ladies, but most are college age. Some of the college girls are fairly attractive, but mostly not so much—at least to me anyway. On the other hand they all have boyfriends or husbands so what do I know? I'm just saying that if you thought this was going to be a story about how I have sex with all the women I work with then you will be disappointed. But I like all of them a lot; they are really cool, funny and interesting women.
Just a quick side bar, you're probably wondering about me: My name is Mark, I'm 24 years old, I'm in great shape, I'm pretty good looking (and not at all modest as you may have noticed) and I'm single. Why single you ask? Because I go to school and work and I have no free time at all. I'm also single because of Brianna.
Ah Brianna, let me tell you about Brianna (begin the music of angels singing.)
When she first started working at The 365 she didn't strike me as anything special. Underneath the uniform, which consists of a bright red T-shirt, black baseball cap with "The 365" logo on it, tan or black pants/shorts, and an apron that ties around our waists it's hard to look sexy. And Brianna, or Brie, was no exception to the "it's hard to look sexy" rule of our uniform.
Then one day she stopped in to get her paycheck while hanging out with her friends. She was wearing short shorts (that showed off her amazingly seductive, gazelle-like legs), a tight (and I mean VERY tight) green T-shirt that read "Kiss me I'm Irish" (which made me want to kiss her, like really kiss her all night long right between her legs), and her long reddish-blonde hair was down in a ponytail.
'Holy Shit!' I thought. 'I had no idea she was that hot!'
Now don't get me wrong, I like her a lot—as a person, not just a body. She is very friendly, very funny; she has a smile that goes right to your heart. She is sweet and kind, innocent in a way and just a good, decent human being. All this makes me like her a lot, but seeing how hot she is changed the way I looked at her. She transformed, in my mind, from a great person I work with to a girl I desperately needed to be with. The problem, of course, was that she had a boyfriend. And from things she's told me, he doesn't sound like much of a guy.
Brie is not in college and doesn't seem to know what she wants in life. She comes from a poor family. Her dad ditched her when she was young and she fits the bill for the "daddy issues" girl pretty much to a T. Her grandmother mostly raised her. Her grandmother (from what she's told me) was another woman ditched at a young age. By the way her brother is no prize either (he must take after the father). He seems like a typical douchebag, I've never met him, but from the stories she tells me about him it's better if I don't.
I'm pretty protective of all the girls I work with (I know it's politically incorrect to be that way, but I am, so feel free to suck my dick if it bothers you) and with Brie my "protective dude thing" was in overdrive. I was torn between wanting to sweep her off her feet and riding her off into the sunset, or letting her stay with a loser boyfriend who allows her asshole brother to treat her like shit.
I mean seriously, why doesn't her boyfriend protect her?
Guys are such pussies anymore!
But then when I'm around her I only want to do the 'ride off into the sunset' scenario.
I simply can't stand the idea of her future. Her boyfriend (this one or a future one) will knock her up and she'll choose to have the kid, he'll leave her, she'll struggle and be miserable and the cycle will continue. This doesn't work for me at all. I feel like I have to save her. I know all of you armchair psychologists are shaking your head (and you're right to do so) but what can I do—the heart wants what it wants.
Anyway, back to my dick. It was finally dry from the central air, so I turned the thermostat back up, threw my uniform on and walked outside. As soon as I went outside the deadly, hot, arid, nightmare, of soupy, burning, heat slammed into my whole body like a wave straight from the Pits of Hell. My skin broke out into a clammy sweat and I hurried to my car starting it up as fast as I could and cranking the AC. I opened the windows and sat for a moment trying to will the oven-like car to expel this hateful, roasting horror and replace it with cooling splendor. I was pulling into the parking lot of The 365 before the cold air really started to kick in.
I entered the store, clocked in, tied my apron on (as much as I hated wearing an apron it did help me hide my constant erection while working with Brie) and I got to work. They were already falling behind when I arrived. The lunch crowd was beginning to flow in and the sandwich orders were already backed up by about 10.
"Where's Brianna?" I asked Dana who had come out of the office to help make sandwiches.
"She's running a little late, she couldn't get a ride. She should be here in a few minutes." Dana said.
Brie didn't have a car, she lived about two miles away, but I hated that she had to walk in this heat.
"Crap, I could have given her a ride if I knew. She should have called me, I would have picked her up on the way in." I said.
Dana smiled at me, "Always trying to pick up the pretty girls, aren't you?"
I smiled back and shrugged my shoulders. I looked up and noticed Heather James waiting by the meat counter. She was a regular. Now as much as I love Brie, I am in lust for Heather. She was a hot, older woman I'm guessing late thirties? She shopped here a lot and today she was wearing a tank top (with no bra!) and short shorts and she looked amazingly sexy. Once again, I was happy I had the apron to cover things up. She was ordering lunchmeat and being helped by Sarah so I couldn't go over and flirt with her today.
What can I say? I'm a horny guy!
I started making a sandwich for some customer, but I took time to look up at Heather.
"Hey, Mark!" she said in her sultry way.
"Hi! How are you?" I said pretending like I just noticed her.
"Working on my backyard today—gotta go! Have fun!" She said sarcastically.
'I'd like to work on your backyard' I thought to myself.
Then I felt Dana looking at me.
