Back shortly after I finished college and was looking for a real job I worked at a 3rd party cellphone retailer in sales. We had a small store front in a standalone building in a college town. There were about 8-10 people employed at that store at any given time, mostly part timers I had worked there for about a year and after finishing school I was trying to get full time hours. There were only 2 full time employees aside from our manager and they had both worked there for years. They had their shifts set in stone. So I was picking up everyone else's shifts and working just about every single weekend to get by One day it was just me and my manager in the store. It was a weekday morning and she usually just hid in her office while I watched the store front. We were absolutely dead and she must have been bored because she left her door open and was talking to me. She had never flirted hard with me but she would make comments sometimes that were suggestive but she could play them off a
In my mid-20s I was living in a shared house in Nottingham with 4 other professionals; 3 women in their 20s and early 30s and 1 other guy like me in his 20s. We were all friendly with each other after living together for 6 months. We each had our own room but shared kitchen, lounge and bathrooms. After one particularly challenging week away with work I’d got back to home for a Friday night and was pretty tired but really needed to let off some steam and being single, looked forwards to jerking one out. Before I could do so though, Sophie, who had a room next door to me, stopped me as I was going into my room. “Hey Alex, it’s Amanda’s birthday tomorrow, we had a card for her please can you sign it and get it back to me before she gets home?” “Sure, no worries” I reply “I’ll sort in a bit” and took it into my room. I put the card on my bedside table next to a glass of water intending to sign after I’d rubbed myself to orgasm. I closed my bedroom door, set out an old t-shirt on my bed
Dev has been fucking me for months. Regular thing. Nothing complicated. He comes over, we fuck, sometimes Cole is there, sometimes he's not. Standard arrangement. I've written about it before. What I haven't written about is the conversation we had two weeks ago where I told him to stop pulling out. We were in bed after he'd just finished. He'd pulled out and come on my stomach like he always does because that was the agreement. I was lying there looking at the ceiling with his cum drying on me and I felt annoyed. Not at him. Just. Annoyed. "I want you to cum inside me next time," I said. He propped himself up on one elbow. "You sure?" "I wouldn't say it if I wasn't sure." "Kim." "Dev." He looked at me for a long second and then he leaned down and kissed me and his hand slid between my legs where I was still wet and sensitive and he said "Yeah okay" against my mouth and I felt my whole body light up. Next time was two days later. A Friday night. Cole was out so it was just us
About two months ago, Hugo and I were relaxing at our apartment. He had just finished his workout, while I was sitting on the couch, engrossed in my TV show. After his workout, he went to take a shower, leaving his iPhone on the coffee table. At first, I didn’t pay any attention to it. Then a WhatsApp notification popped up on his screen. My name was clearly visible in the preview of a message sent by one of his buddies. I was immediately intrigued. Why was he talking about me? And more importantly, what the hell was he saying about me? Curiosity got the better of me, and I eventually unlocked his phone. Yes, I knew his passcode. Since my name had appeared in the conversation, I figured I should at least find out what it was about. The notification took me straight to a group chat with eight of his buddies, three of whom I didn’t even know. The message that had caught my attention read: “Not nearly as skinny as Alice, but check out those boobs I had a fucking great time.” Next t