Author's note: This is my first time writing erotica. Please be gentle. Feedback is appreciated, as I have lots to learn. When it comes to hate comments, it takes you longer to write them then it takes for me to delete them.
The chapter below is a introduction part to the series. I hope for it to be an erotic slow burn, but we will all see in due time how that goes.
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"I gotta hurry, thanks tho. I have to rush home to pick up the kids and make dinner. Walking home gives me a breather," Melissa said, or Mel for short. I had just offered my coworker a ride home.
It was getting dark, and she firmly insisted on walking home, as usual. We worked from the afternoon to the evening so it was almost always dark outside when we finished. Additionally, winter was around the corner, so every shift ended with it being dark outside. We worked as janitors at an office building just outside downtown. Though I only did so occasionally(Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mostly) as a side job while I attended college, and I've only been in the job for about two months at this point.
Mel on the other hand was a full-time janitor, the chief janitor no less. As the chief janitor or CJ as I liked to call her for fun, she had the building pretty under lock and key. She knew the building in and out, and had a firm, assertive aura about her that made most of the people in the building respect her.
I believe she was... 35? Maybe even 38? It was hard to tell, and I was horrible with women's ages anyhow. Especially if they were good-looking. Mel had brown hair, well-kept and lightly styled up, as she was a former hairdresser. She had blue eyes, some freckles, a somewhat stern face, and a slender build. She had the look of a jogger. Mel was tall for being a woman, standing at 6 foot, maybe even 6 foot 1. Women tended to round the height down, opposite to what men usually did. Mel was at least taller than me, at 5 foot 8.
My name is Brandon, Bran for short. I am, if I have to say it myself, a fairly average dude at 21 years old. Shy, but most people would say I was kind, I think. I hope so. I worked out to stay in shape and did some powerlifting off and on. Anyone could see I lifted weights, but I'm by no means the most ripped or chiseled dude in the gym. As for my looks, I was average. I carried no illusion in that regard. 6 or 7 out of 10. I had nice eyes, brown hair, and a strong enough jaw. But as self-aware as I was, I knew there was nothing exceptional about my looks.
Sexually, I wasn't very experienced. I had done some of the 'basics' in high school and all that. Fingering, handjobs. No blowjobs, though. I lost my virginity on my 20th birthday to a girl who didn't seem to be into me, or sex, all that much. She insisted on having the lights off, and she never seemed to get into it. It was an awkward situation. I was of course glad it happened though.
Other than that, I've done some other stuff too. You know, I've eaten pussy, and got a few handjobs. All that, but not all that much. I hoped to get a bit luckier in college, but so far nothing, in particular, had happened.
It had been a shit day at work. Usually, Mel had her section and I had mine, but apparently, some idiots thought it wise to use milk in the coffee machine to make lattes. It resulted in no latte and a carpet that needed to be cut out and replaced. And no one had bothered to clean it up until we showed up.
Apparently, that task fell to me, as Mel had to follow her schedule in order to get everything cleaned. She was the boss, so I complied. I knew from the get-go it would be tedious. Being young and quick, I guess Mel figured it would be no big deal for me to clean it up. Though it may not look like it now, she was a very nice lady, but she also was pretty authoritarian in how she wanted things to be done. And she was very grateful for me taking the carpet.
The carpet stank of dried warm milk, and it was heavier than it looked, but an hour and half of cutting and cursing, and then carrying the damn thing down several floors to throw it in a dumpster, I was able to get the job done. I got a pat on the back and well-done, so I guess that was all worth it.
Anyway, Mel waved goodbye and started walking down the road and I jumped into my shitty old SUV, a beaten Cherokee. It had big comfy front seats, a huge trunk, but the perks ended right there. I had got it as a gift from my parents to bring with me to college. It was a far-fetched ambition, but I hoped it would last me through my degree, so I could buy a better car later. But I had barely started my educational journey, so who knew?
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Later in the day, I was at my dorm, kicking back in my bed reading The Making of a Manager. That's right, I'm taking a course in management. Is it boring? Yes. Are there plenty of jobs? Also yes. I thought if I could get through my bachelor's with decent grades, I could perhaps reward myself with a more exciting degree some time later in my life. But tuition was becoming ever more expensive, so maybe I'd stick to being a clerk and work my way up management.
I was lucky when it came to my dorm situation. Lucky in the way that my roommate Trent, was rarely at the dorm. He was the typical jock, out partying and all that jazz. I have been tagging along from time to time, but there is no doubt in this world that I am a homebod first and foremost.
Loud music and screaming conversations versus sitting at home with a good game or reading, was much preferable to me. I might sound like a real downer, but I promise, it's not that bad! I just really enjoy staying at home.
Trent hanging out all day also meant I practically had the whole room for myself, which was another perk of having him as my roommate. I think that guy slept more in other places than he ever did in his own room.
All of a sudden, my phone buzzed. I half expected it to be Trent trying to get ahold of me. As the irresponsible typical frat boy he was, Trent was actually surprisingly responsible in that way. If he was not coming home, he would always let me know. Which was almost every day. Maybe it was his mom telling him to. Or maybe it was his way of bragging about getting laid, or whatever. But usually, he would just shoot me a text.
Up until now, I was a person who preferred to play it safe. To play by the books, and stick my neck out as little as possible. Yet, for some mysterious reason, I picked up my phone with my right hand, and I saw that it wasn't Trent. It was my co-worker, Mel. The thing is... the timing wasn't the best. I know I said I was reading.. the reality was, I had been reading at first but had trailed off... She called me in the middle of me watching porn, jerking off. Hard. And I was getting into it pretty heavy, all sweaty.
I have no idea what made me do it, or how my sudden burst of impulsiveness would change everything from then on out... but for some unknown reason, I decided to pause the porn and swipe the green button, answering the call.
My heart was starting to pound like crazy. It felt like it was going to rip through my chest. I hadn't really thought of Mel in this way at all before, but her calling me while I was horned up and all, was almost a sign from the gods. It had to be!
I certainly would take full advantage of my luck. I just hoped I would be able to cum before the call ended. Often these calls was nothing but brief updates.
I grabbed my uncut, and now rock hard cock and slowly started to jerk up and down, as I lifted the phone to my ear to answer the call. I almost felt light headed. This was some of the boldest shit I'd ever done.
"Hello. Bran here, what's up," I said, trying desperately to sound like nothing was going on.
