Closing Up Shop
By: Daisy D.
Working until close was probably the worst shift, in my own opinion. I never liked the short walk home in the dark. Usually when I was scheduled to work until 9 when my store closed I dreaded it today was no different; until four o'clock when I walked in to see Jen just arriving too. Jen was the nicest and prettiest girl in the store; coincidentally I had a tiny crush on her. A few weeks ago she had hurt her foot and was limping; I tried to flirt with her lightly by calling her "gimpy" and laughing at her jokingly. Unfortunately, a week later I hurt my knee pretty badly during my baseball championship and had a severe limp and she didn't joke at all. In fact she even helped me out and was very nice about it; this made her even more attractive in my mind. I work in the front as a cashier at the grocery store and when you work the closing shift it is just one cashier and the manager; so it would be Jen and I until the very end.
Usually when I was scheduled to work close I tried to get everything done as early as possible because I like to leave early and get on to my real life. But tonight I had a plan; I was going to take my time and wait with Jen. The shift dragged on finally it was 9 and I had fifteen minutes to try and start something. I finished cleaning my station and went to the customer service desk and asked if she needed help.
"You're sweet, but I think I'm almost done," she said as my heart kind of sank and I felt like giving up. Until she said, "You want a ride home? I drove today and I know you're knee is still sore." I nodded and we joked around in the almost empty grocery store. She finished up a bit early and we headed out at around ten after nine.
"Do you have plans tonight? Or do you want to hang out and get some coffee or something?" Of course I wanted to get coffee with Jen but I didn't want to seem too eager.
I checked my phone and said, "I've got some time." I was trying to be nonchalant and I think she could tell because she giggled at me.
We rolled into Starbucks and we each headed to the washrooms to change out of the bellybutton high black pants and green checkered polo uniforms we had to wear. There was only one bathroom free and she insisted I went first. I changed into a pair of short pinstriped shorts and a t-shirt. She wasn't finished and I waited by the cash for her. Out she came in a knee length patchy shorts and a tight revealing white v-neck t-shirt. I turned away to hide the drool that had formed around my mouth, immediately images of me fucking her brains out came into mind, I pushed them out of my mind quickly and regained my composure. She ordered something plain and I respected that it showed that she was steady in my opinion. We sat out on the terrace and we got to talking. She asked about my ex and she clearly assumed it was a man.
"Why did he break up with you?" She asked.
"Well she had a change of heart and she said her feelings change." I spoke slowly watching her reactions. Could it have been relief? I don't know. "Yes sorry I should have warned you that you asked a dyke out for coffee." I said with a chuckle.
She didn't seem too surprised but she also didn't give any hints to her own orientation. It was at that point that I decided it was a fruitless conquest and I just resigned myself to just flirt lightly.
Coffee continued with light conversation and we got to know about each other. It was nice I thought to sit and talk to this girl I worked with. New girls always seemed like a book you can't put down. We were comfortable just talking and I thought that would satisfy me, for now. It ended all too soon, Starbucks had to close and we had to leave. But she invited me to stay the night at her house; she had recently moved into a new apartment and missed the company of a full house. We pit stopped at my parents house to grab something I need for the night and the next morning, I let my parents know where I was and we were off. Her place was nice and empty because her roommate hadn't finished moving yet.
I had figured I would be staying on the couch considering I had just come out to her and all. But I was wrong, she wanted me to stay in her bed with her; it was a king with lots of room for space. She had jersey sheets and it felt like I was sleeping in a big t-shirt. I slept in a tight shirt and booty shorts and to my surprise she slept in underwear and a revealing tank top. I realized it was going to be difficult to keep my hands off this amazing girl. She pulled her brown hair out of the pony tail and let it cascade around her shoulders and I took the liberty of taking a shower and letting my long brown hair get soaked. As I dried my hair, she went into the washroom and brushed her teeth. Instinctively, I went for the left of the bed because that's my side.
"That's my side, but I suppose we can share," she said and I could have sworn she was teasing me.
She crawled in beside me and we turned on the tv in from of her bed. Late night tv is always the best. We settled on some Jerry Springer and after a while she rolled to look at me.
"Yeah?" I said while looking at her from the corner of my eye.
"What is it like to kiss a girl?" she asked. I couldn't believe what I was hearing and I felt my heart beat faster, there were so many ways for me to manipulate this situation. I figured she was just curious.
"Well, for one it's softer," I settled on the more general answer; the safest answer. She then wanted to know if it was like the same as with boys; like if you kissed a girl the same way or if there was a "different way". It was hilarious because she was being serious.
"Of course it's the same as you kiss a boy," I laughed as I answered. I looked at her full on, and her eyes were looking into mine with a steady and decisive manner.
Of course at that very moment she had an eye lash on her cheek bone and I couldn't resist. I reached my hand over and lightly picked it off and asked her to make a wish. Instead she grabbed my face and brought my face really close to hers and she kissed me. It was soft and sweet.
"I've never kissed a boy like that before," was all she said. Instinctively my face inched forward; I had to recover quickly. But it was too late she saw the subtle movement and she kissed me again. In seconds I was on top of her. In between kisses she said, "I'm so glad we went out for coffee." We both laughed.
After about ten minutes we stopped kissing and I straddled her. Looking down at her, she looked so delicious and it hurt to think that I had to take things slow when I'd been fantasizing about bending her over and making her scream my name for about months. I was about to climb off of her when she clamped down on my thighs. I had hoped she wouldn't touch my thighs. That's the one spot on my body that just drives me wild.
"What would you like doll?" That was all I could muster under that thigh grab. She realized the affect that her hands had on me and she started to stroke her fingers along my inner thigh. As hard as I fought back a slow moan escaped my lips. My hand flew up to cover my mouth I was so embarrassed; she was trying to give me a hint that I was to take charge and it took me a while to realize it. She put her hands on my hips and bit her lip, that's when I knew that this wonderful woman under me was mine for the taking.
Once that clicked in my mind, I knew exactly what to do. Breaking in a straight girl is the ultimate for me because I knew that what I had to offer was better than that of all the 18 year old boys in all of Canada. Not to sound cocky or anything.
I leaned in for a kiss but moved up and kissed the tip of her nose instead. She just lay there looking at me. I kept going because her hands were clenched around my hips with anticipation and I knew she was just dying for more. I kissed from her ear down her jaw bone and I kissed her chin up to her lips. This kiss was better than the first, I kissed her top lip and used my tongue to trace the tiny opening of her mouth, and she squeezed and moaned while I did that. Then I restarted at her other ear and repeated except this time I spent more time on her luscious lower lip. Before I could tease some more her hands found the back of my head and she kissed me. It was a committed kiss and I could tell from the slight rocking underneath my hips that she was primed and ready to go.
We kissed for a while but I could tell she was getting antsy. She started getting fidgety underneath me and I knew what I had to do. First to go was the tiny tank to my surprise she had no bra on and her nipples were alert and perky. It was as good as a "please lick me". I kissed along her collar bone and her hands found my hair and she started to pull. And I liked it rough and she was pulling quite hard. To put her in her place I gave her a hickey on her collar bone and I gave her a little bite on my way down to her nipple. She let out a squeal of pleasure. I licked between her ample breasts her toes curled and I knew that I had found a hot spot. I paid specific attention to the area of the breast near her cleavage she was going buck wild underneath me.
I kissed down her ribcage and she was pushing into me. I kissed down the side of her stomach. Most women kiss right down the middle making it obvious where they are heading. I liked going down the side because it is off the beaten path. She was starting to soak through her underwear; black cotton panties growing darker with her sweet juices. My desire to taste and feel her wetness on my fingers was almost unbearable. I had to get there and I had to get there fast. I shimmied down off her hips and she spread her legs quite quickly. She lifted her ass in the air to aid in my task of taking her underwear off. I decided using my mouth would be an easy way to explore her lower body orally and take her panties off. As I kissed up her leg which she had bent in anticipation of what was to come. I could barely contain myself when I saw her cleanly shaven pussy dripping for me. One of her hands was up in her hair tugging away impatiently and the other was clenched around her thigh. I licked up her thigh nibbling as I went.
Right before I dove into the soft folds of her most intimate parts, I looked up into her eyes and asked if she was ready.
"Stop teasing and get to it," was her response.
I had to obey there was such strain in her voice I could practically hear her about to explode. But I had to get mine as well; I teased her by licking her outer lips with the very tip of my tongue. Letting her get used to the feel of my mouth on her, slowly I parted the outer lips and lightly flicked her inner ones. I hadn't even gotten to her clit or her entrance and she was shivering slightly. I licked around her using only the tip of my tongue and then suddenly I licked up her juices and dove right in. Her whole body clenched and her back arched. I paused a moment to view what a magnificent sight she was. She was biting so hard at her bottom lip I had to just go and kiss her. Jen really seemed to like the way she tasted because she couldn't get enough of my tongue. In the middle of a passionate kiss with her tongue in my mouth I slide two fingers inside her. Her soft moaning was muffled by my mouth and her nails dug into my back. She was really starting to turn me on. She was clawing through my shirt when
she decided she had had enough and she tore it off of me. I kissed up to her ear again as I was pumping quickly in and out of her and nibbled on her ear lobe. I felt her nails in the flesh of my back and she screamed out loud. Her whole body shuddered and she went limp. I extracted my fingers and went to lick her clean.
Just as I finished she half opened her eyes with a lazy smile on her face. I lay down beside her and she just sighed and reached into a drawer and pulled out a joint. We smoked and went to sleep. She nestled into the crook of my neck and fell asleep while sucking at my neck.
Needless to say the next night I was supposed to close with Jen again. I can honestly say that I quite enjoy closing up shop, as long as the boss takes me home.