by A. Archie
Faye rejected my first offer of a lift. We were talking behind the tills while cashing up and tiding up behind. She said she lived in the university accommodation and walked to Max Mara, it was about ten minutes’ walk. As I was passing by the university and it was after ten at night, I said to her “I can drop you on my way back home”. She replied “I am all right” bending her head down and not looking at me. We left work about half past ten and it was raining. The car park was in front of Max Mara. I hurriedly walked into my car and slowly drove the car out of the car park into the road that ran parallel to the park. As I drove on, I looked to my right and saw Faye walking in the ran with another girl in the same direction. I had not seen the other girl before. I believed it was a friend of her who came to fetch her. I was about to drive pass the other entrance to the car park and Faye was walking towards that entrance and getting closer to me. I shouted “Come”. Faye smiled, I pulled the car over on the road and she walked into my car. I opened the front passenger door. She got in and her friend sat at the back. Faye introduced her friend to me. As we were still parked on the road, I had to get moving slowly. I did not take Faye’s initial refusal of my offer of a lift in the store seriously. So I did not hesitate to call her in.
Faye said “Nice car. I wish I had one like that. How long have you had it?”. I explained “Ah few years …”. I have been driving that car for four years back then and the thought of buying a new car did not occur to me. It was alright and I hardly had any problems with it. The minor problems I had with it was partly due to my lack of experience I had with it. I drove slowly in the rain and it gave me more time with her in my car first time. Her friend remained silent throughout. We talked at a slow but constant pace. None of us were nervous. We both wanted each other’s company.
I turned into the side road of the university and set both of them off. Faye was happy for me to drop her off on the main road in front of the university. It was still raining and I did not want to do that. Faye waved her hand as she was entering the gate into the university premises, into the dimly lit darkness. I turned the car round and headed home. I felt happy.
Chapter Two
Was this really happening to me? How long did I have to wait before I could ask her out? If I ever did. Do I really? Each girl is different. One girl may be put off if you ask her out if she really does not know you. Another girl might say yes even if she does not know anything about you. Which one is Faye? Does she sit in the middle? How many girls do I see when I am out and about in town I really like? Why can’t you just talk to a strange girl and ask her out. Strange enough it would not work like that. They are a different breed to us. It requires some effort. In my previous employment, an old colleague asked “Have you got a girlfriend?”. I replied “No”. Then he said “You need to work for it”. I agree with him now. I quite did not get him at the time. Yes, guys will have to work for it. But why can’t girls realise that guys do not have all the time in the world? We can’t wait. Let’s move on babe. Give me your number and I will sort out a date you won’t forget. I have never read a text book on love and I never will. But girls do. Then they expect us to take a punt. A cat and mouse game.
The girls at Max Mara, I did not think had gone through that phase yet. Spontaneous. I could just ask anybody out. Most of them were willing. I had singled out Faye for now. I was going to stick to it. That was purely based on appearance and what I thought she was like. I had yet to see her inner self. It was going to take a while to get a true taste of Faye.
I thought the life at Max Mara was going to be easy for me. I just wanted to make some money and learn the trade. I did not intent to “work for a girlfriend”. I analysed each guy at work. None of them there were a threat to me. There was a good looking manager. He had the same hair cut as mine, married and was a decent guy. I did not notice Faye looking at him. Instead she had already chosen me. What if she already had a boyfriend? He must be her age or a bit older than her unlike me. I could break it if I wanted to. Um, I need to think about that. Do I really?
Why are the girls wired differently to us? Most guys want to fuck a strange girl. We do not want to “get to know”. Whereas most of the girls will not fuck a strange guy. They want to know you first. No wonder the brothels are booming. You have sex at the point of exchanging cash, most desires catered for; girlfriend, mistress, school girl, nurse, sugar daddy, the next door girl, threesome, more some, orgy, bareback, rimming, squirting, pettish, bondage, blindfolded, tied, whipping, worshiping, smoking, masturbation, nudism, toys, fisting, cum in mouth, swallow, in the car, outdoors, in the beach, dogging, you name it. And you have it in the position you want, missionary, doggy, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, 69, anal, oral and any imaginable as long as you could bend and stretch.
Was Faye a shy girl with a very high sex drive? A girl who can’t show her lust and look at a guy sensually? In that case, I would have to do all the work to win her. She might fail to give me any clues as to how I should approach her and ask her out. I would love a girl who could be my girlfriend, best friend, sister, mum, the old grumpy granny, teacher, mentor, coach, cheerleader and the list goes on. Finding her is another matter.
I did not bother much about girls at school. It did not matter to me. I just enjoyed life, happy and fun to be with friends. Then came the dating apps for the weak. Would I use them to find a life partner? Seriously not. There are for the less confident who wants to play the hit and miss game. They make money out of your weakness. Let’s get out from our comfortable zones and talk to strangers instead. But be prepared to be ridiculed, laughed at and be rejected. Love is real when you meet your love in person for the very first time. You either fall in love or not. Simple. Virtual love, then you end up chatting till you get to know. Then you might meet up eventually or most often not. If you do, they then say “You do not know me or I do not know you”. What the hell they are on there then? Oh no, that is stupid. What a waste of time in life.
Between me and Faye, it was not love at first sight for me. Was it love at first sight for Faye? Is that why she said “Bye” to me the very first day she saw me? For me, love was growing between her and me the more I got to know her. How did she perceive it? It was hard to say as Faye was not giving any clues. Was she playing a game? I have nothing to lose. Let’s play it.
I still don’t feel something quite right about Faye. Has she been set up? I still feel the rejection a bit intimidating, self-defeating. So I need to know if Faye is really up for the game. Time will tell.
I was beginning to get looks from the other girls specially from those joined after me and the younger girls on work experience. They did not know anything about me and Faye. They had not witnessed me giving Faye lifts as they finished work earlier than us. I needed to focus. I could not flirt with everyone. I felt sorry about them. I knew that they wanted to. If you pass my test you either get a one-night stand or if you were my dream girl, you could be my wife. If you did not pass, oh yeah just say hello to me when you see me, that would do me fine.
The new young girls always talked to me. It was fun to talk to them and find out more about them. Each one was a character. They were different. How different one person is to another? They all had a story to tell. Some talked about their life, neighbourhood and schools while the others talked about things in general or another person. Why would you want to waste your time talking about other people? Fuck it. Let’s talk about you and me, shall we?
Faye at least asked me questions. That suggested that she was interested. Alicia did a four-week work placement. She was sixteen. I had to give her some odd jobs in my department. As the placement was coming to an end she said to me “Working here is better than going to school”. I asked her “Would you like to get a job then?” She replied “Yes”. I said to Alicia “I will sort it out for you”. Her placement was not paid for. She was a nice girl. I talked to the floor manager and helped her get a job.
One day Alicia’s dad came to the store. Alicia came to me and said to me pointing to
her dad “That is my dad”. He did not see us. He was well dressed and appeared to be a gentleman. Alicia said “He does a high ranking job in a government department”. “Does he talk much?” I asked. She said “No, he is very reserved and bossy”. Another day her sister was in the store. Alicia came to me, introduced her sister to me and said “This is my sister Helena”. Why does she keep introducing her family to me? Does she like me? I was very confident that if I had asked her out she was going to say “Yes”. No doubt about it. But Faye.
How could one person be better than another? Is it beauty, intelligence, personality, character, style, upbringing, education, hobbies and interests, money or a combination the factors? We say everyone is equal but people are different, each person is an individual or a type, a leader or a follower. Girls are a choice. You pull the one that is right for you. The choices aren’t the same. I can’t make up my mind yet as to pull who.
Too many choices. Faye was the best so far amongst the pack. I do not have a second choice yet. Some have cute faces and slim figures but small booty and tiny boobs or they look less intelligent. Not really for me. I love the bum and boobs in a slim body. Oh yeah long hair is sexy and girly. Why is it so hard to find a partner? Do some people join certain types of jobs or companies just to find a partner? If you do not move with the right circles your chances are remote. Why don’t people grab every opportunity they are thrown at? How many people walk pass by you? But you or me don’t bother to say “Hi”. How many bloody customers go to businesses with the sole intension of pulling that guy or girl?
The flirt goes a long way. It does not mean anything. Most times it is just a flirt and you forget about it. But Faye does not flirt with me. She is not naturally flirtatious. She does not have much to talk. But I still like her. Some girls are bubbly, make you happy and laugh a lot. Faye does not laugh. What was appealing about her to a guy? I do not know, but she was just long term wife type. I was sure she loved fun and adventure. I still know very little about her hobbies and interests. I hardly now what she does at university. It was a puzzle to be solved. She was a puzzle herself. Most girls are. You can unravel some mysteries while making love and then you fall in love madly. It is not just sex that make you fall in love. There is something else. Faye had a bit of both but not strong enough for me to go crazy. Love was on the horizon.
Chapter Three
I was asked if I could do one Sunday to cover staff holidays. As it was a one off, I said yes in the hope that Faye would be there. On a Sunday you can finish work by 5.00pm. It was not a bad deal. I had not seen Faye yet. I was in the staff canteen having my break at 2.00pm. There was Jordan sitting at the far end of the opposite side of the table facing me. I was having a coffee and reading the paper. I ignored everyone as I was tired and just wanted to relax before going downstairs to clear the mess left by customers. People try things on, then leave them on the floor. Very disrespectful and inconsiderate customers. They think that you get paid to do it and it is your job. They try things on in the fittings rooms and return it to you inside out. Few considerate customers bring them back in coat hangers, nice and tidy.
While reading the paper I lifted my had to have another drink of my coffee to realise that Jordan had been gazing at me. She did not turn away. She kept looking in my eyes with her amorous gaze. I held my gaze at her expressionless, I did not smile. Her face had gone red and blushed. She was horny for me. She knew that. I got the hint. She smiled at me and bent her head down.
I could see the happiness in her face. She was not shy. She was forward. She has always been friendly to me and was easy to talk to. Sixteen, still at school, now she wants to pop her cherry by me. She was one of the girls who talked sense and I believe she preferred mature guys. Did she want sex or did she fancy me? I was not sure. The amorous look on her face and eyes clearly suggested that she wanted to fuck me, kiss me all over and wrap me round. I had another sip of my coffee and tried to read the paper glancing at her from time to time. I could not read it anymore. I could not concentrate. Her look is turning me on. I pretended to read the newspaper while responding to her gazes.
My mind goes haywire now. After a long week and the extra Sunday shift had made me fatigue, tired, stressed and supper horny. Faye was not in. She would not know what happens today. The half hour break is flying past. My blood runs fast and my heart beats loud. Jordan cast a glance at me with a wave of her hair and walked into the coveted locker rooms to put her handbag away. There were two other younger girls in the staff room but they were unaware of our gazes. I rose up and followed her. As she opened her lockers, I walked up to her from behind and squeezed in between her buttocks tight while aligning myself side by side to her left. She looked at me amorously with her blushed red face with head down. Her feeling being alighted, there were no resistance. I pulled her close to me and whispered to her ear “After work, find me outside the carpark” and kissed. She smiled shyly approvingly with a look from the corner of her eyes.
Jordan was slightly taller than me, long black hair, slim waist, round sexy protruding bum and big boobs. I went back to the shop floor downstairs. Restless, I could not wait to finish work. Time seemed to pass so slowly. Even a minute took a longer than an hour to pass. The thought of her gaze makes me hard and blood gushed all over my body. I was shaking. My eyes were red. She sends me shivers in my skin.
I could see her side in the far distance, tidying up lady’s wear on a rail. Her long hair hangs down her back. Her curvy bum and fit thighs I could not resist. She was aware of where I was on the shop floor. She stole a glance at me from time to time. I responded biting my finger nails.
“Guys well done. You can go home now” the duty manager makes the announcement on the overhead speakers. Everyone flocks and hurries upstairs. I walked slowly behind the girls watching Jordan’s bum. I could not wait to get my hands on her. I collected my bag from the lockers, went downstairs and waited outside by the main entrance. Jordan appeared at the entrance with the other girls, as they dispersed, I called “Jordan”. She followed me outside into the carpark clutching to her handbag, head lowered biting a finger. I opened the car door for her. She got in quietly. We both had guilty feelings. I shut the door and sat in the drive seat. She said “I can’t be long though”. It was dark outside. Good, nobody would notice us as much. “Shall we go to mine? I’ll drop you back home” I said running my fingers over her right thigh. “Ok” she said biting her finger from one hand and feeling the handle of her handbag from her other arm nervously.
I reversed the car and exited from the far end of the car park so that no one noticed us in the car. I held her right arm with my left arm as I drove slowly squeezing her fingers. “Sorry, I could not take my eyes off you” I said. In fact, it was her who started it. She rested her head over my left shoulders with a sigh then took my finders and gently bit the tips with her lips and kissed as I drove on. She was driving me mad. I let her hang on to me. Not much to talk but a lot to do on her when we get home. We both needed to relieve. We were both super-hot.
I parked the car opposite my mid terraced house, ran my right fingers over her neck under her hair, reach her lips and kissed slowly leaving her wanting more. The kiss on the lip took longer to complete then the eyes to open sensually.
I walked her into the house with my arm round her back. Threw our bags on the bed. We held each other tight, kissed and kissed and kissed vigorously. Then all over her body taking turns. We both whispered inaudibly. We both had been walking all day. The smell of our bodies were strong and sexually attractive. The scent of her body mixed with mine was making us one. I pulled her red t shirt hurriedly and threw it on the bed then mine. Her black bra showed patches of mild absorbed sweat, the feline scent was appealing and arousing. I bit her bra with my lips, then down her tummy. She wore a short tight black skirt and black tights. I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down quickly then her black tights off her legs. I kneeled down, held her by the buttocks and pulled her black shorty knickers in to my mouth. Sh
e was wet. I could see the darker patches thanks to wetness round her slit. I kissed her black hot pants amorously shaking my head and rubbing my nose over as I licked and sucked her in a mad frenzy.
Her phone rings inside her handbag. She grabs it. Lips to me “Mum”. “I won’t be long mum” she hangs up. “Would you like a drink? Apple or pineapple juice?” I asked. “Pineapple” she tells me in a low tone.
I went into the kitchen in my black briefs and poured a tall glass of pineapple juice, brought it into the room and let her drink off my hand. I had a sip after her and poured a few drops inside her knickers and sucked her smelling her pussy. I could feel her teen pubic hair. They were black, short and not many. I pulled her pants off and rubbed my palm over her fanny and in between her legs while standing on her side. My right arm was busy pinching and squeezing her bum. I rubbed my fingers over her slit and felt her wet vagina with my fingertips as they were covered in her juice. I let her suck my fingers in turn. Her amorous eyes drive me crazy. She keeps doing it to me. Her gaze.
I laid on my back on the carpet and asked her to sit on my mouth. I sucked and licked, and licked her pussy and rimmed her bum. I asked her to rub her pussy over my face while I played with her nipples and super soft boobs. Then I laid her on her back on the carpet, put my fingers in between her finger and rubbed my body over hers. I tongued her fanny and inserted my hard cock in her super tight vagina and slowly moved in and out as I bit her lips and her cheeks. I held her tight round her back and fucked her slowly kissing her lips. She bled a bit as I went in and my cock slipped out a couple of times. I pushed in again and fucked her hard and deep then very fast. She was in pain but enjoyed thoroughly as she said “Oh yeah, ah ah ah ahhhh, fuck fuck fuck yeah yeah yeah”.
