A week later I was at work, busting my ass off as usual towards the end of a 7-hour shift when my phone buzzed. I checked and saw it was a text from Jamie.
>Results are in! Want to know or come over?< My heart pounded and I found myself glancing at the kitchen where Trevor was manning the grill, our shifts lining up for once. It had been a week and a half since I made that first video and Trevor had acted super cool about it. The day after we did it he'd actually texted me to tell me he'd had fun and that I had been great, but after that he'd acted completely normal around me. Friendly, charming and approachable. I watched him flip burgers and thought about kneeling down in front of him again but snapped out of it -- I was at work.
>tell me!< I texted back, not feeling able to wait. I quickly put my phone away, Bart was kind but he did not like staff using their phones during work hours. I stepped outside, past someone else on a smoke break and rounded the corner and sat down on a crate, eagerly staring at my phone. Finally, it buzzed again.
>The people have spoken, they want to see what u can do with your mouth< My heart leapt with joy. Another text:
>u okay with that?<
>yes i am<
>Thought u would be :P< I actually laughed at that. My shift was almost over and as I walked back inside I walked past the door to the fridge. Inside was Trevor, looking like he was doing inventory. I took a quick look around, my heart racing. Nobody was around. I stepped inside. Trevor looked up from his notetaking.
"Hey Beth. How you doing?"
"I'm good." The frigid air gave me goosebumps and in my excitement I felt my nipples harden.
"Heading home soon?"
"Yep." I said. "And... looks like we might have another shift together this week."
"Oh yeah? Wanna grab lunch together or something? What day?"
"Friday."
"I'm not working Friday."
"Well," I said and cast another look behind me. I lowered my voice and said "I might not mean
here
." Trevor looked confused for a second then his eyes lit up and to my astonishment he blushed and looked behind me, but there was no-one there.
"Oh, erm... oh okay." he grinned. "Well, er... looking forward to
that
." I smiled and quickly leaned in and whispered:
"This time I'm-" my courage nearly ran out then, but I summoned it back. "I'm gonna let you finish in my mouth." I turned around before he could say anything and strutted out, feeling like the sexiest bitch who ever walked the face of the Earth.
I am going to suck Trevor's big, fat cock on Friday.
I thought to myself, almost like a prayer.
The weekend could not come soon enough.
Eventually Friday did come, and I practically skipped home from work. Was I nervous? Oh good god, yes. But every time I thought about chickening out I thought about the brief taste I had had of Trevor's cock, and the sight of me in the video with his cum all over me. I also thought of Jamie and found myself wanting to make her proud.
I want to show her I can be a good slut.
I thought as I opened the door to our building and headed up the stairs -- I never took the elevator but always tried to squeeze in just that extra little bit of exercise. By the time I got to the fourth floor I was usually out of breath, although less and less as time went by -- I was on my feet all day at work, after all.
So I was a bit shaky when I got to that last step, and maybe that's why I didn't notice someone else rounding the corner just as I did. For a brief moment I fell, I grabbed the handrail but it slipped through my fingers and I was sailing backwards down the stairs. And then a hand yanked a hold of mine and I fell awkwardly, but not disastrously down one or two steps before I managed to brace myself. I caught my breath for just a second, then slowly got up.
"Woah, that was close -- you okay?" someone said and I looked up at whoever was holding my hand. A man with brown eyes, messy, blond hair and a full beard looked down at me with a concerned expression. As I got up my butt hurt like hell, but I wasn't inclined to tell him that.
"I'm alright. Sorry."
"No no, I'm sorry, I think it was my fault." He said and looked appropriately embarrassed. He looked cute like that, I thought to myself. He wore a simple hoodie and sweatpants, and suddenly I realized he looked a bit like my brother Jim. By which I mean he was of a familiar stock -- country-boy; big, muscular maybe but definitely heavy. He helped my up the last steps.
"Okay, well... thanks for saving me." I said awkwardly and smiled. He smiled back.
"My pleasure. I'm sorry again."
"It happens. I'm Beth."