Jessa had severe issues with men. When she was 7 years old she had a crush on the security guard of her elementary school. He was 36. As she grew older, she became tired of boys with no experience who didn't know a pussy from a pistachio. The first boy who took her virginity was Leroy; and it was fast and painful. The second boy she was active with didn't know where to stick it in, and had left her shirt on during our sex. It was horrible.
She vowed to herself that she would never again sleep with someone her own age.
At 19 years old, Jessa started to become more of a woman. She grew her dark, curly hair down to her waist, and her full breasts peeked out of the tank tops she always wore in the Southern California heat. being a short girl of Romanian descent, she had to wear tall, spiky heels under her pants to boost her height, and fooled many men into thinking she was much older than she was in actuality. Her large, deep dark eyes were always outlined with the blackest eyeliner.
"Fuck," Jessa said, as she was hovering on the phone with her friend. "My boss just called me in to work on my day off...I HATE him!" She growled. "I have to go." She slammed down the phone and jumped out of bed to get ready. Deftly, she reached up and stroked her bare breast while thinking of what to wear. Her nipple responded and became erect, and she let out a soft moan. She started to feel wetness gather between her legs and shook herself out of it while she pulled on her skirt....The hot summers always had made her horny, ever since she was a little girl. Now, she had to stifle the urge and force herself to get to work.
Jessa walked into the air-conditioned electronics store and sighed with relief. Casey was waiting for her behind the counter.
"Thanks for coming in today, I couldn't get anybody else..."Was all he had to say.
"Yeah, whatever.." She replied, and made her way to the backroom.
Casey was always so annoying. He was 34 years old and still couldn't manage to ever leave the electronics store. His best quality was his eyes. They were a light, swirling blue and when Jessa wasn't busy hating him, she often found herself lost in them. He was tall, standing at 6 foot two, and always had chest hair peeking out from his shirt. Jessa knew he had tattoos across his muscular chest, because she often walked in on him changing his shirt on his lunch break. She knew he was always staring at her ass when she bent over to pick things up at closing time, as well.
She walked back out from the backroom, and Casey took off his glasses, staring at her hardly.
"What..." was all she could manage to leak out before she realized...The door was locked. And nobody was in the store.
