This is my first story that isn't exploring a sub/dom relationship. It's the story of a young man with social anxiety gaining sexual and social experience. Most of this is based on some personal fantasies but there's a little bit of reality in there somewhere too.
I'm actively seeking feedback both positive and negative, I also love the idea of writing stories inspire by or based on people's fantasies and experiences so if you like the idea too then feel free to contact me.
Hope you enjoy it.
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My eyes snap open to the sound of the alarm on my bedside table. I shut it off and see that It must have been going for some time as it's 5:47. Only 13 minutes till I need to be out and on my way to work, I'm in my second year at university and have a job at a nice restaurant a short bike ride away from the campus.
I'm only a waiter and had the stupid idea of volunteering to help with food prep too, I want to be a chef one day but it wasn't my best idea considering that I already have other things to do at uni. That's why I'm going in early, the guys at work were nice enough to let me do this for some extra pay and I don't want to let them down by stopping now.
The kitchen and utilities are shared with a handful of other people but none of them get up this early so we normally hang out later in the day. I'd say I'm friends with most of them but we never really get to socialise outside of the few hours that overlap in our schedules. I take the time to make a quick breakfast out of a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice.
After shovelling in spoonfuls of cereal and milk I rush to get ready, brushing my teeth and grabbing some things that I'll need. With a few minutes to spare I head out towards the bike shed nearby. My bike's the same one that I've had for years, the orange paint is chipped away in a few places but not in bad condition overall.
I sort out my padlock and don a helmet, setting off without pause out through the closest exit and onto the road. I see a couple of cars on the way but other than that it's an uneventful journey. Pulling up to the restaurant I notice an unusual number of other bikes outside but think nothing of it.
After letting myself in I head through and into the kitchen, with it being the early hours and the large amount of work we have to do the couple of kitchen staff working just shuffle aside so that we can get right to it. By 7:52 we're done and everything is ready and set up for when we open at 9:30 so we just chat amongst ourselves to pass the time.
The staff are nice but I'm not a very social person and especially not with people older than me, I have issues connecting to them and more often than not I just try not to draw attention to myself. Even with my dorm mates I can be awkward and they're my age.
As the doors open and the first customers walk in, a handful of regulars that always sit together and typically order the same thing, I walk over and ask "would you like your usual orders?" and get a nod from each of them. Even with customers I can falter but I keep it in check as much as I can, I'm just thankful for regulars like them that are predictable.
Back to the kitchen and I pin up their orders, the kitchen staff barely glance at the written orders because they've cooked the same combination of things every Friday morning for years.
From that point on the day was a bit of a blur until mid afternoon, taking and delivering orders to the 50 or so customers that came and went. At around 3pm one of my dorm mates walks in with what looks like her parents and an older sister bickering amongst themselves about where to eat from the little I heard.
When they've sat and had a few minutes to look at the menus I head over and do the usual. The girl notices me but unfortunately doesn't keep quiet about it "oh hey, I didn't know you worked here" she said knowing full well that I worked here as i'd mentioned it a few times.
"Yes, I've been a waiter here for almost a year now. So are you guys ready to order yet?" Trying to suppress the possibility of a lengthy conversation with her and her family I switch topics away from me as fast as I can.
"Now Marie who's this? is he a friend of yours?." Her mother chimes in and I just stand there looking down at my pen and paper.
"Yeah he's a friend from university. I see him around sometimes and we talk about all kinds of stuff, he has some social anxiety so maybe best if we just give him our orders."
They give their orders and I mouth a silent thank-you to Marie, who I don't think I had even known the name of before now, before continuing with my routine. She had her fun bringing me up but she thankfully isn't cruel.
A couple of hours go by and they're still there, the first group I've ever seen that ordered both lunch and dinner in one long sitting at a restaurant. I heard more smatterings of their conversation and they were talking about the campus and catching up a little because the older sister had recently come home after living elsewhere.
Finally they begin to leave, after paying a hefty bill, and the mother insists on talking to me and trying to get me to go out with her daughter. I politely decline and have to get saved once more by Marie who drags her mother away and .
End of the working day, back to campus I go. The journey is more eventful this time as it's in the evening and it takes a little longer due to the traffic. Back home I drop off my phone and keys on my bed, preparing to make some dinner.
As the only one with any real cooking experience and drive It normally falls to me to make something for all of us. Supplies were a little low so I just did something basic, buttery mashed potatoes and some fried mixed vegetable with store bought chicken goujons. As it's done I plate it all up and send out a group text.
One by one my dorm mates head in, grab a plate, and leave with a "hey! thanks, looks great" or something along those lines each including Marie until she comes back and says "whoops, forgot to tell you that my sister is going to be here with me for a few nights. She's heading back to uni to get a degree in Sociology but there was a mix-up with her dorm placement. Could you do another plate for her?"
