Thanks for the amazing reception and feedback for Chapter 1! Feedback is welcome again. Hoping you like this installment just as much or even more than the first.
Sorry for the wait! I'm assuming there's been a long wait between chapters. It took more than a month for Chapter 1 to be published after submitting. Hopefully, Chapter 2 doesn't take as long to be published.
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I was woken up by my alarm blaring in my ear. I checked my phone to see that it was only 6:30 in the morning. That's when I remembered I was opening the store today. Reluctantly, I got out of my bed and walked to the bathroom.
Even though Charlotte said she was an early riser, there was no way that she would wake up after only a few hours of sleep. As I brushed my teeth, my mind replayed the events of last night, still trying to wrap my head around it.
We knew we needed to talk about it, but the question was when. She had less than two weeks before she returned to Chicago. Would it happen again?
I rinsed my mouth, changed my clothes, and headed downstairs to prepare a simple breakfast. While eating, Samantha came down the stairs, a black robe over her white pajamas.
"Good morning. You got the morning shift today?"
"Yeah. I have to get in by 8 to open the store. That's how my managers reward me after getting two days off."
"What time did you guys get in last night?"
"Couldn't tell ya. It was after midnight though."
"Hmm. Your dad stayed up wanting to see how last night was. I'm sure he'll ask you guys about it later. Do you want me to make you something as well?"
"No, I'm good with my eggs and toast."
Jackie texted me to remind me to pick her up from the airport. But since I had forgotten I had worked today, I couldn't. I asked Samantha, "Could you do me a favor?'
"Are the eggs and toast not doing it for ya?"
"No, not that. Jackie's coming today, and I told her I would pick her up, but I forgot I worked today."
"No problem. I'll tell Charlotte to pick her up. Is that it?"
"Yeah, thank you so much."
"Don't worry about it."
I finished my breakfast and went to work. When I pulled into the parking lot, the rest of the opening crew was already there.
They exited their cars and walked towards the doors as soon as they saw me. I opened the store and let everyone in. I wasn't close with anyone at work, as my manager strongly advised me against forming friendships within the workplace. He told me that if I wanted to move up, having close bonds with coworkers would work against me. I don't know why I took his advice, but I did.
Now, I'm not an asshole or unpleasant to them, as many of them still view me as their favorite store leader.
There was a checklist waiting for me about things that needed to be done before we opened, so I assigned everyone tasks and helped them, too.
Shortly before opening, my manager, Todd, walked in. "Welcome back! We missed you. I'll let you take point today, and I'll be on standby for any big issues or manager calls. Sound good?"
"That works."
Todd was annoying, but he also was the manager who did his job the best. He took no bullshit from customers and held everyone accountable, which I respected.
The day went by with no hiccups, and at 4 o'clock sharp, I clocked out and went home. Jackie texted me that she had arrived home. Embracing the Christmas spirit, I decided to stop by our favorite taqueria.
I walked in with two bags of food in one hand and a holder of drinks in the other. Charlotte took the food and drinks off of me, which let Jackie and me hug. Jackie looked the same as before, but she seemed to be curvier. She was wearing loose sweatpants, but I could see she had a nice ass underneath. Even her boobs seemed to have gotten bigger as they strained against her small, white t-shirt that showed a hint of midriff.
As our bodies closed together, my mind immediately went to the thought of her boobs smashing up against my chest.
Blood began to flow to my penis, and I quickly pulled out of the hug. What is going on with me?
After setting aside my dad's share, who was still at work, the rest of us digged in. The four of us talked, and Jackie and Charlotte got along particularly well. Samantha insisted on cleaning up to let us three talk and then excused herself to her room after she was done.
"So, Shrimp. What's new with you?" Jackie asked.
Before I could reply, Charlotte asked, "Shrimp? Is that a nickname?"
"Yeah. Noah wasn't always this tall. Even in high school, he was pretty short. That's when I started calling him Shrimp. When I got back home after freshman year, he was suddenly taller than me, but the name stuck."
"You think he would let me call him Shrimp?"
"Go for it. What's he going to do to shut you up?"
Charlotte and I locked eyes. Those were the exact words she had challenged me with last night before we had sex. There was an unnatural silence in the conversation.
"Did I say something weird?" Jackie asked, confused as to why we both went silent.
"No!" Charlotte responded. "I think I'll hold off on calling him Shrimp until I get to know him better," she said with a nervous chuckle.
"Suit yourself. I'm going to take a nap. Either I'll see you tonight, or I'll see you tomorrow morning." She got up and left us alone.
I looked at her and asked, "Now?" on whether it was the right time to talk about last night.
She let out a deep breath and nodded her head. "You want to start?"
"Sure, but I don't know where to start. And should we move this to somewhere a little more private?"
"Where? If we go into one of our rooms, it'll be weird if my mom or Jackie sees us coming out of it. We'll keep our voices down and be on the lookout for anyone."
Neither of us spoke for a while. Unable to stand the silence, I started. "Ok. If you don't have anything to say, I'll say it. I enjoyed last night. Like, really, really enjoyed last night. I know it's weird to say that, but it's the truth. I didn't realize how much I needed that till it happened."
"Same. It was weird and something that probably shouldn't have happened. But I don't think we're in the wrong."
"Huh?"
"Think about it. No blood relation. It's like we're two friends hooking up, or you picked me up at a party and had sex. It's not that weird if you think of it like that."
"Yeah, but can you think of it like that? Because I can't."
"Why not? Or let me ask you something else. Would you want it to happen again?"