And I just realized I don't know how to start this story!
I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Trina (at least that's what everyone calls me). I'm 20, I'm a college student (polysci) and I work part-time as a waitress. That last part is important because that's where I met him.
The restaurant I work at is a small ethnic place owned by a married couple who also work there. He cooks, and she manages and does the books. It is very much a family place. I think the only reason I got hired is that their daughters also go to college (one out of state) so they only work there when they have the time.
A restaurant like this is going to have its regulars, people who are more like family than like customers. You know, the ones who go directly to the kitchen to greet everyone, get their own drinks, I've even seen some of them cook some of their own meal and run their own credit card when things were busy!
Anyway, he was one of the regulars.
I met him my first day of work. It was a Saturday (he always comes in on Saturday). I noticed him the second he walked in the door.
There was just something about him. Jane, one of the daughters, was showing my how to use the register when he walked in. "That's Paul," she said. "He's a regular. You'll like him, he's really nice." And I guess that's it, really. He was just a really nice guy. He always smiled at me and that always made me feel good.
He was in his mid-30s, had longish hair and a beard which he kept trim, and nice hazel eyes, and always that smile. He wasn't exactly movie-star attractive, but he was far from bad looking.
His girlfriend, on the other hand, was STUNNING.
She was everything I wanted to be. Instead of my plain brown hair, hers was a golden brown. Her eyes were a beautiful green to my, again, plain brown. Now I don't think I'm bad looking, I've even been called "cute" but I think what people really mean by that is "skinny" and "athletic" (I used to run track and I'm kind of addicted to yoga), but I'd kill to have boobs like she did. I know, some people say that A-cups are fine and yeah, they are, but... sometimes I'd just like to have something more... you know... eye catching.
Dana definitely had eye catching. And usually on display. I swear sometimes it seemed like she had all that cleavage going just to tease me, but it's more likely that she did it for him. He wouldn't even pretend not to look. And he somehow managed to make it not seem creepy! Jane told me that they had been together for years, but they were still obviously crazy about each other. All the hand holding and eye contact and all that. Very obviously in love.
Now there's nothing wrong with a little fantasy, but I never seriously, not even for a second, thought that we'd ever do more than just talk at the restaurant. But we did. And oh his voice. His voice just made me melt. He had a way of saying the most mundane things and having them sound sexy. He could say "Hey Trina, when you have a second could we get an extra napkin? No rush at all" and it'd make my heart flutter just a little bit.
I'm going to talk a bit more about myself for a second. I was single at the time, and, well. I've had sex before, not a lot or anything, and while it was nice and fun and all that it was never the fireworks-mint-exploding thing that movies, TV and magazines had lead me to believe (damn you, media!) so I was content to be single and take care of things on my own using my, uh, battery operated little friends. After a long day of school/work it's a nice relaxing way to unwind. I never thought about it as something vital... until those couple of weeks where I just couldn't find the time.
This was the end of the semester where ALL my classes ended up being a lo harder than I thought, which required a lot of extra research and study time, most of which was away from home. To top that off I had signed up to a few too many shifts at work and I just really didn't want to let anyone down.
One of the nice things about this restaurant was that the owners actually lived in the basement. And because their daughters were going to college, and were occasionally stopping in before, after or in the middle of school, they had set up a little nap area that I could use, too. When things were quiet enough at the restaurant I could go down for a power-nap, or have a quiet place to study for a while. They'd often shoo me off downstairs and said they'd come get me if things got too busy. Always work for small mom-and-pop places, kids. Especially if they are actually a mom and a pop!
During the last two weeks of the semester, I'd have probably gone insane if it wasn't for that.
And even with the nap room, I'd just get home exhausted and just fall asleep. And I'd sleep like a log. I'd wake up refreshed and in a hurry and, honestly, a little bit more horny every day.
Finally the last day of the semester arrived. As every day in the past two weeks, the snooze button was my arch enemy so I'd finally drag myself out of bed with no time for personal fun at all.
I had a whole bunch of tests that day. I thought I'd have an hour or two between school and work, but some of those tests just took a lot longer than I'd expected, and then I hit crazy traffic, so when I finally got home it was all I could do to change clothes and run.
I did sneak a small look at my battery operated friends. It had been two weeks, after all. I could probably get myself off in no time flat, I thought, probably wouldn't even be VERY late to work, in fact I'm almost getting off just THINKING about it. But then I figured that I'd waited two weeks, I can wait another few hours. I'd rather just not be rushed. Yeah, I could get myself off in no time flat but I didn't think just one quickie would do at this point.
I resolved to save play-time for later.
And to pick up some batteries on the way home just in case.
I got to work and things were a bit busy which you'd think would keep my mind off things. Normally it would. I don't now why but I think that evening was the horniest I'd ever been in my entire life. I was taking people's orders, bringing food, clearing plates, running credit cards and half my brain was thinking about lying in bed with the lights low and quiet music that works well with a low-level buzzzzz between my legs.
And then Paul and Dana came in.
I didn't see them. I was cleaning up a newly-vacated table so my back was to the door, but as he walked by he said "Hi Trina" and did a kind of hand-on-the-shoulder greeting. Which is fine, but when he moved away his fingers kind of slid down my arm and I just almost fainted.
That touch was all that it took to kick my already high horniness levels into overdrive.
I brought them some water and menus (a mere formality in their case) and he looked right in my eyes, and he smiled, and I think he said "Thanks, Trina" but I heard "you look like you could use a good, hard fuck, Trina" and my knees turned to jelly.
I somehow made it back to the register. Things had quieted down a bit so I told Jane I have a headache and asked if she minds if I go lie down for a bit.
