This is my first attempt at publishing any of my writing. This is also my first attempt at writing anything of an erotic nature. Comments and helpful criticism are greatly appreciated. This story is not quite completed, but I would like some feedback before publishing the rest. Thank you, Angel.
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I was always attracted to the preppy, athletic look. I had this requirement growing up that all the men I dated had to be at least four inches taller than me, meaning they had to be at least six foot two. In addition, they had to be older than me. I was a sucker for blue eyes and fair skin. Which is why, when I fell for Matt, it shocked most of my friends.
I was twenty-one and he was eighteen. Broke one of my rules. He was also only five foot seven, compared to my five foot ten. Broken second rule. And in response to my general Scandinavian attractions, my own body and emotions betrayed me by attracting me to the deepest brown eyes I've ever had the great privilege of looking in.
I write this not as a story but as a confession. I never meant to fall for the exact opposite of what I saw for myself, but it simply happened. I had been working at a particular restaurant for almost four months when Matt walked in and got a job. When the shift leader left, I somehow took over her job, despite the fact that there were numerous people with more experience and seniority. That was how Matt and I got close. We worked hand in hand almost every night for weeks. Technically, I was his boss. I just lacked the title that would have gotten me fired for the blatant flirting that would be seen as sexual harassment in any other case.
At first it was nothing serious, there was some sneaky hand holding, hugs that lasted a few seconds longer than appropriate for a place of business, the sneaky winks from across the restaurant, and most importantly: smiles. God, could we make each other smile. He had this knack for mentioning something funny that happened earlier that week, simply being a smart ass on many occasions, and when he thought I wasn't listening I could hear him singing under his breath. On the worst nights of my life at my job, he was there with me on hundred percent, making sure I was always smiling
It was via blogging that we initially got to know each other outside of the workplace. And through instant messaging we affirmed our flirtations were no longer just flirtations. There were genuine, mutual feelings. The sexual jokes suddenly became serious as we both realized what we truly wanted.
But I wasn't sure until our first kiss. There were so many doubts running through my head that night. The hosts weren't doing their jobs, the servers refused to take tables outside of their section, kitchen was going down the tubes and fast, and I was simply losing my mind. And it wasn't even six o'clock yet.
At 5:59, I got a text message.
"I can see from outside that you're not smiling. You'd better be smiling by the end of this minute otherwise I'm not stepping foot in the building and it will be all your fault that I'm late!"
I began laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes. No sooner had I begun laughing when he walked through the door and leaned dangerously close to me.
"That's my girl."
He could also make me blush like none other!
Oddly enough the rest of the night went smoothly. Until he had to leave. Before his ride came I asked him to walk me to the back dock, saying there were some things I wanted to discuss. We sat on the empty milk crates that were strewn across the dock, right next to each other. His arm wrapped around me and I leaned into him. I suddenly forgot that he was three years younger than me, that I was pretty much his boss, and the fact that at any moment someone could open the back door. When I felt his lips against my hair, I knew that if I didn't make a move, I would never have the courage to do so. That was courage I didn't even need. As I gently tilted my head, he put a finger under my chin and guided my mouth to his. It was the softest, sweetest kiss I've ever felt. No, I didn't see fireworks and I didn't want to rip his clothes of right there and then. But I knew I didn't want the kiss to end. It was so perfect. It was hesitant. Innocent.
We broke the kiss when we realized how long we'd been sitting outside in the freezing cold. But neither of us could leave. Suddenly his arms were around me and our lips were together again, different this time. This was filled with passion and desire. We went from being scared to death to wanting nothing more in the world than to feel, in a matter of seconds.
The door flew open. Matt and I pushed each other away. And then laughed when we saw it was Jesus, our dishwasher, taking out the trash for the night. When Jesus had retreated to the building, Matt and I kissed one last time, softly. I silently opened the door and snuck through the bar back to the host stand at the front door, while Matt went into the kitchen. When he finally did leave he hugged me and I didn't know if either one of us was going to let go. That is until I got a look from a guest and I quickly said good bye and that I'd see him the next day.
About three minutes later I got another text message. A smile spread across my face.
"At least he doesn't know enough English to rat us out."
The sneaking around went on for two weeks. By that point I had blurted it to one of the managers I trusted most, who knew about my other trysts with coworkers, as well as to one of the servers who I knew wasn't into gossip. When Matt and I suddenly disappeared, only those two knew where we had gone and what we were doing. I was assured that I wouldn't be fired for having a relationship with a fellow employee, as long as I didn't show any favoritism towards him, or suddenly work him harder than everyone else.
During that second week, the rumors started to fly... not only had I slept with one of the servers (something that did actually happen, quite sometime earlier), but I was now apparently sleeping with one of the oldest members of the kitchen staff. I had people approaching me from every area of the restaurant asking me what was true and what wasn't. So told the truth and blatantly lied at the same time. I denied that I had slept with the server, and I laughed in their face when they mentioned our cook. But then the rumors about Matt and I surfaced. We quickly squashed them and claimed that it was all a big joke that was started by a comment that was taken too far.
After our big lie, we stopped seeing each other at work, but quickly began making up excuses for having the same days off. I had classes on certain nights, and he suddenly would have parties he needed to go to. After my classes I drove over to his place to see him. He took me into his newly remodeled bedroom, and we started things off in that awkward, first date kind of way. As we became more comfortable with seeing each other outside of work, we each became a little more bold in our play. The kissing turned into full-on make out sessions, that would last for hours.
Every time I was over, he bragged about how soft his queen size bed was, innocently telling me that I should check it out. I may have been bold, but I wasn't stupid and I wasn't about to go too far with an eighteen year old that I worked with without knowing exactly what we were doing. I finally sat on his bed one night while he was showering after having been called into work and then getting out early. I lay back, putting my head on his pillow, inhaling his scent, a scent that I had grown to love almost as much as I did him. The combination of a three hour long class, the most comfortable bed I've ever lay on, and the scent of him, put me out like a light.
I awoke the feeling of a warm, damp hand rubbing stomach, and kisses being planted on my neck and chest.
"What were you dreaming about?"
I glanced down noticing he was still wearing a towel, beads of water beginning to dry on his gorgeous, tanned skin, and his hair still messy from running a towel over it. He was truly perfect and I wanted to blurt it out but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.
"Baby, are you going to answer me?"
I came out of my daydream realizing he was expecting an answer, "I wasn't sleepy enough to dream. Just dozing."
"Do you mind if I doze next to you?" he asked sweetly.
For a split second the possibilities ran through my mind, but knew better and realized nothing would come of this night.
"Sure!" I laughed, "As long you don't mind wearing a little more than that."
He gave me an adorable sad puppy look that made my heart melt and I almost let him slide naked into be with me. I simply glared back at him. There were times I wondered if he liked being controlled. It crossed my mind: I was his boss, I was older, and I was demanding, and the more demanding I was, the more turned on he became.
I turned away as he put on clothes, though my body told me to look. I closed my eyes and simply imagined. I saw the lights go out through my closed eyes and felt the bed shift as he slid in beside me. Despite the height difference we somehow fit together perfectly. His arm wrapped around my waist and my hand grasped his.
I got antsy and uncomfortable as I was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt due to the chill of the outside night air. I snuck out of bed and in the dark silently slipped out of my jeans and sweatshirt. Leaving me in a tank top and underwear. When I slipped back under the covers with him, his arm returned to wrap around my waist, and I could feel every inch of him. His skin against mine was like electric and I wanted to feel so much more. But instead sleep began to take over. I began to doze off, slipping in and out of sleep, listening to the noises of the room.
"Baby, I love you."
I froze, my eyes flew open wide, and I shifted to face him.
"What did you say?"
