Author's notes: I don't know what this story will turn into by the time it is done but I'm excited to finally put it on paper. I was in my early 20s at the time, a single mom of two toddlers, and freshly divorced. My life was in pure chaos but I was finding myself and enjoying it. I had a 50 something friend at the time that had instructed me to get out of my box and enjoy the fantasies in my head for real. I loved him so much that I took his wisdom for gold. I did that exact thing for a little over a year. Of course, I don't remember every detail of the story so some will be fact and some will be fiction.
This day could not get any more infuriating. I think as I try to mop the floors of the convenience store in the dark. The lights have been off for about an hour for no apparent reason. It is hot, mid July, Texas heat. I am fuming but there is work that still has to be done. There will be no acceptable reason it isn't done to my manager when she comes in the morning. I have been assistant manager for about 6 months but I am held to the same standard as any other employee and I want to keep it that way.
The door dings and I look up. Two men walk in laughing and cutting up. The taller one is in here all the time. He's very plain almost on the ugly side. He has very pale skin, a long face, and extremely red hair. The other looks familiar but I can't pick from where. He is tall also, dark curly hair, tan skin, and a muscular build. They must be on a break from the tire shop up the street.
"The lights are off here, too?" the dark haired man yells out
"Absolutely not, the lights are working just fine. " I say sarcastically putting down the mop and moving to the front counter
I hear him laugh and say something else to his friend. I was not in the mood to play but the sarcasm I just couldn't help.
They walk to the front counter with lukewarm drinks and bags of chips. As I ring them up the dark haired man keeps eyeballing me. I look up and ask him what with my eyes.
"You don't recognize me, do you?" He asks
"Should I?" I respond feeling my body language become flirtatious
The way he was looking at me was like I didn't have any clothes on. We stare at each other for a few seconds as I feel the flirtation turn to heat. His dark skin and hair contrast nicely with his blue eyes. However, I still can't place his face.
"Let me jog your memory. I used to shave my hair completely and walk all over town before I got a car." He says animatedly
I still can't place him. I take their money and give the change. The red headed man walks out but dark hair stays. I walk from behind the counter to begin cleaning the coffee bar and setting up the coffee for the next day.
"Have a good day." I call out over my shoulder
However, he is right behind me.
"I've had a crush on you forever." He bends and talks into my ear. "I can't believe you don't recognize me."
"I've been married forever is probably why I didn't notice." I say naively
"Are you still married? Go out with me? I know you are divorced now, your mother told me." He says still talking into my ear
I could just move away from him. However, I don't want to. This level of attractiveness doesn't flirt with me. His air of confident flamboyance has me mentally leaning into him. All my alarms were sounding but none of then were hitting home enough for me to ignore him. It them hits me when I process his words about my mother telling him.
I swirl around and almost hit him in the face. His body inches from mine. I back into the counter and look up to speak "Stan?"
He grins a big beautiful smile that goes from his mouth, up his cheeks, and into his eyes "Yes!" he replies as he lightly touches my waist.
I recoil knowing that this man is danger. He knows my mother from the local Alcoholics Anonymous meetings. This man could do me in. I had also had a big crush on him a few years ago. He moved away after he relapsed the last time. When he relapses it is bad, with a capital B. Everyone around him goes down with him.
He firmly places his hands on my hips and asks again "Go out with me, Tara?"
"Ok" I reply. The sex is why I say yes. The chemistry. The complete animalistic draw. I could care less about the other stuff. This man will just be a fuck. He will just be fun. What harm could come of it?
"Give me your phone." He orders
I do as I'm told and pull my phone out of my pocket and hand it to him. He hits several buttons, hands it back, and turns on his heels and leaves. "Ok, bye" he says as he waves happily
What the fuck? I think as I look into my phone. He had put his number in. I instantly send a text "What the fuck?"
"Text me when you get off, hot stuff." He replies back
I am reeling from the encounter. My body is tense from his touch, heart is racing, and my pussy is wet. I move around the store finishing up my next hour until I regulate. My relief gets there a little late. I impatiently wait for her to perform all the shift change duties. I text him as I'm waiting. I know I'm being a little too overzealous but God can anyone blame me. "I'm about to get off." I send
I do not hear back from him. No text. No call. Nothing for several days until he walks back into the store. Thank God the electricity is on at least. "Hey there, baby." He calls out flirtatiously as he walks back to the soda coolers.
"Hey yourself." I say annoyed
"Oh, don't be like that." He maintains the flirtatious tone
I walk to the back of the store in my best no nonsense way. "What the fuck, Stan?" I say as I put my hands on my hip.
He turns and looks me in the eyes. "Oh shit, I guess I've got some explaining to do?"
"You think?" I respond with my eyebrow cocked
He takes a steadying breath and speaks "I have a girlfriend. I wasn't thinking the other day when I asked you out. I'm so fucking attracted to you that I just didn't care. Well, until I walked out of the store and reality hit me."
