I have never truly had a steady girlfriend or long term relationship. I guess some people would say I have a fear of commitment or some shit like that. But I don't agree. I am not afraid of commitment, I simply find it boring.
Maybe that is why I found myself bored with even the thought of Allison so quickly. She did come back into the coffee shop a few days after I fucked her. I had been right, she did want more. And I did fuck her again, but it just wasn't the same, there was nothing new about it.
A month or so passed, and Allison started to come into the coffee shop with a guy. I never heard it from her but I could tell they were dating. I did find myself wondering if she had fucked him yet but that was about where my curiosity ended.
In the meantime, my attention turned to somebody new. Zane, my less than responsible coworker had been fired for being exactly that, less than responsible. In his stead Mr. Hill the owner of the coffee shop hired a University student named Jessica.
Jessica was extremely smart, and she knew it. She was 20 in her sophomore year and a History major but she had every intention of going to law school after her undergrad. She was pretentious, and took every opportunity she could to look down her nose at me, the 43 year old Barista that barely graduated high school and drove a car older than her. She was, to be blunt, a bitch, but man did she make my cock hard.
She had long dark hair that went down to her waist, she never wore it in a pony tail or up like she was supposed to while working. She wasn't fat but she did have a few extra pounds that she carried mainly on her hips and ass which always looked supple no matter what pants she was wearing. Her breasts were probably an easy C cup in size, and from what I was able to tell definitely seemed perky. Her brown eyes always seemed to be judging someone or something, but I had very little doubt about how hot they would look, staring up at me with my cock lodged in her mouth.
Jessica didn't volunteer a lot of information about herself to me, even after we had been working together for a while. I was clearly not worthy of her time, or in her league so she wasn't going to waste her breath on me. Except for when she had the opportunity to tell me I was doing something wrong, even though I was the one who had trained her.
The little information I did know about her was from over hearing her conversations with customers, or the occasional friend of hers that would drop by while she was working. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend because she didn't see him going anywhere in life. She lived in an apartment off campus that her Dad, who was a lawyer, was paying for. He was the one who had made her get the job at the coffee shop so she could at least pay her own utilities and cover some of her own food cost.
As much as my distain for her grew (I truly did not like her), I did enjoy looking at her body. Knowing myself like I do, I really shouldn't have been surprised when she started to creep into my nightly masturbatory fantasies.
I am nothing if not an opportunist. I'm not going to sit and plot a sexual encounter. I don't have the patience for things like that. But I am good at knowing when an opportunity falls into my lap and taking advantage of it. That's what had happened with Allison. So as my sexual desire, and otherwise distain for Jessica grew I knew I just had to wait for an opportunity to fall into my lap. And since we did work together three to four times a week, that didn't take very long.
It was a Saturday night, and we were closing the store together after a particularly busy afternoon and evening. It took a while to get the store clean, and Jessica protested about every last thing she had to do, but finally an hour after closing we were ready to go home. As usual our cars were parked in the back behind the coffee shop. We didn't really walk together to them so much as we headed to the same general vicinity at the same time.
We didn't say a word to each other as she got into her two year old foreign luxury car, that Daddy no doubt paid for and I got into my twenty two year old Honda. I started my car (without a problem), lit a cigarette and pulled out of my parking space. I was expecting Jessica who was parked in her usual spot next to me to back up without looking as she usually did, but when that didn't happen, I noticed that she hadn't even turned her car on yet.
I pulled back into the parking spot next to hers, and hopped out of my car. Now, I didn't check on her out kindness. I wasn't worried or concerned about her safety in the least. I did it because very quickly I saw an opportunity getting ready to fall in my lap and like I said I am good at seeing opportunity.
"It won't start," Jessica said as she opened her door. "Do you have jumper cables or something like that? Maybe it's the battery."
"No, I don't have any tools," I said taking a puff of my cigarette. "Do you have roadside assistance? They can give you a jump or a tow."
"Yeah I do, but I don't feel like waiting an hour for them to show up."
"Well I don't see much of a choice," I said.
"I can come back in the morning for it," she said. "I'll just take an Uber home."
"No need," I said as I grabbed hold of opportunity. "I'll give you a ride. Save your money for the trip back in the morning."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Don't question too much, I can always take it back," I said.
"Thank you!" She said, as she climbed out of her car.
"Where do you live?"
"Hill Crest Apartments," she said. "On Third and Baker."
"I know them well, I used to live there," I said as we got into my car.
Jessica didn't say anything in response and I simply just pulled out of my parking space and started driving.
The ride from the coffee shop to Hill Crest Apartments is not very long, 15 minutes on a bad traffic day. As soon as I started driving, Jessica pulled out her cell phone and started texting away like her life depended on it.
"What building are you in?" I asked as we arrived at her complex.
"Eight," she answered without even looking up from her phone.
I drove around to the back corner of the complex, where building eight is located and parked in an empty spot in front of it.
I shut off the engine of the car and got out and met Jessica in front of my car. She looked confused as to why I hadn't just dropped her off and left.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Collecting my payment for the ride," I said.
"I don't have any cash..." she started.
"No cash wasn't what I had in mind," I said, as a smirk came to my face.
"You sick..."