I love and hate these busy Saturday afternoons here at Antonne's. I know that I should be grateful for the business and the income it provides, but still, hungry people get on my damn nerves. At this particular moment, I find myself cursing under my breath the entire way to grab some desserts from the walk-in cooler. When I open the door, my frustration magically vanishes.
Watching him from behind allows me a brief moment to appreciate the view. Chef isn't a big man but he isn't small either. He's about 5'11-ish and his weight is proportionate to his height. Stealing my glimpse of him from this angle I can appreciate how his broad shoulders and back muscles slim down to his waistline. His ass, rock hard, and solid leg muscles flexing as he stretches to fight with a box on the top shelf of the rack.
"Give me a second and I'll be out of your way." He barks out without turning around.
"No worries," I respond with a whisper.
He stops what he's doing and turns his head to look at me. The moment he does his dark hair and olive skin tone instantly makes me smile. A small little crooked smile.
"Close the door and get your fine little ass over here."
Closing the door behind me I don't move instead I reach behind my back and grab a hold of the handle.
"Nope, we almost got caught the last time."
By the time I finished my statement he was already on me. Sliding his hand behind me and placing it on the small of my back. His other hand slides behind my neck pulling me up on my tiptoes as he leans down to meet me halfway. In that instant, he was kissing me and I was allowing him to slide his hand from the small of my back to the bottom curve of my ass. Cupping me firmly and squeezing gently...I moaned.
The kiss didn't last but a minute but to me, it lasted much longer in my mind.
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I'd been working at the famous Antonne's since I graduated high school. I moved out of my parents' home that summer and a month later a friend of my older brothers got me the job. I started busing tables and moved up to being a server. By the time I started university that fall I was making $500 a week in tips. Now, I clear about a grand a week but who's counting.
Chef had started flirting with me almost a year ago. It started with a wink and a blown kiss when nobody was looking. At first, I didn't know how to react. A part of me was embarrassed but another part of me felt excited. I had only come to realize that I'm gay during my senior year of high school. The end of my senior year to be more precise. The accepting part has been two years in the making. Don't get me wrong. Once I knew that I was gay I accepted that. But I've only come out to my mother and everyone else has no clue.
When I moved out of my parent's house right out of high school, as I said, I came out to my mother while she was helping me unpack. She didn't react like I thought she would because according to her she always suspected that I might be gay.
"Honey you're so pretty and even though you hide it well; a mother can always tell."
I still remember that moment, those words, and I called bullshit. But she's my mother so we'll leave it at that. Still, after that day it was like we became closer if that's even possible. I'm the youngest of 4 boys that Gerald and Mary birthed into this world. My brothers are all behemoths, well over six feet tall. I've been 4'11" maybe 5' tall since my sophomore year of high school.
At that time, I was this small skinny kid and did everything that I possibly could to blend in and stay out of everyone's way. The only thing odd about me was that I had to wear a compression shirt and I did everything that I could to keep that my secret.
Since then, I've remained the same height but my body has filled out a bit. My body is still thin where it's supposed to be. The only differance being is that I'm now curvy in all the right places. I'm 20 with shoulder-length hair, a feminine shoulder-width back, and a nice firm attractive bottom. But I'll come back to my current appearance later.
About my family.
We're a tight family and my brothers always were then, and even now, if I was to allow them, very protective of me. Of course, my mom and dad would constantly be telling them to watch out for me. That didn't help, it only made it worse. Growing up it would always piss me off that they thought I needed all of their protection. So, I guess from day one I've always had a chip on my shoulder.
I was determined from a young age that I was going to make it on my terms. As a kid, I didn't shy away from confrontations. When I was old enough to go on the fishing trips with my brothers and my father, they would make fun of me because I couldn't catch fish like the great Lowry men. That stopped when I started catching the biggest fish of the day on the regular.
When I was allowed to go on hunting trips the joke was that guns scared me. I've never been scared of guns; I've just never understood the fairness in shooting a deer from a designated deer blind with a high-powered rifle. When I tracked and brought down my first buck with my compound bow, the jokes stopped. And in the eighth grade, when a bully twice my size thought it would be easy to pick on me, I beat his ass so bad that I almost went to jail for it.
"God damn it, Mary!! Never have I had to deal with this shit!! He damn near killed the boy!"
Man, the old man was furious that day. My mother just puffed her chest out and said she was proud of me and Harvey Watkins, the boys' father, better think twice about putting her son in jail. In the end, it all calmed down but from that day forward I have never had an issue with bullies or anyone else for that matter.
Still, there was one thing that I never figured out, girls. It wasn't until senior prom that I started to get a grasp on who I was. Leslie and I had been dating all year and we made a pact that after we both turned 18, after senior prom, we would lose our virginity to each other. That night turned out to be the cruelest night that I will never forget.
Since we were both 18, I was able to rent a nice hotel suite to go to after prom. The night went well, we danced and had a great time. Afterward, we made our way back to the hotel, and there we were, ready to do the deed. I should have known that it wasn't going to end well for me that night.
First of all, I couldn't get an erection. Second, even if I had gotten an erection, it wouldn't have mattered. I'm all of 5" long when I'm hard, maybe, if that! So, the entire time Leslie had 2 maybe 3 soft inches to play with.
It was a failure of epic proportions and Leslie wound up calling a friend to pick her up. I went home and cried myself to sleep. The next day my mother could see that I was hurting and she told me that I needed a break. We got dressed and off we went to her spa at my parents' country club.
Going to the country club with my mother wasn't an odd thing for us to do. At times I would get bored with the hunting and fishing trips with the Lowery men. One day my mother comes up with the idea of me going with her to her spa.
I thought to myself, sure why not? I'd get my manicure and pedicure with her. She'd get a massage and I'd hit the weight room or go for a run on the open track around the golf course. We'd finish and then go have lunch at her club and call it a day. So, when she brought up the idea of the spa, I thought sure maybe it'll get my mind off of the fact that I couldn't get it hard for my girlfriend.
Honestly? Leslie laughed at me. She did try, I do have to give her that. But I should have known it wasn't going to go well when she asked, "Is this your thing? Your cock?" When she looked under the covers she laughed.
She told me to take off my shirt and when she saw my chest, I could see the finality in her eyes. That was it for her and from that point, things escalated from don't worry about it not getting hard to why is it so small? Then finally storming off into the bathroom to get dressed and call for a ride. By the time Leslie left that night she wasn't mad, she was disgusted.
