This is my first time writing publicly. It is a slow burn fictional story.
Rose was starting to really like her job now. Her parents hadn't forced her to get a job until the summer before going to college and at first she had dreaded it. She wasn't afraid of the hard work. Her parents had made sure she knew the value of hard work, it was meeting new people.
She had such a sheltered life until this point. The family was big and she spent a lot of time around her cousins. With this, you only really get to know people who are like you. They think like you, dress like you and act like you. Sure Uncle Rob had to be ushered away when he had one too many and started telling adult jokes to the teenage cousins and Aunty Deb was a bit too handsy with the men. But her family was just a typical family. When you had a big one you didnt really need outsiders. She had gone to the local school. But its still just that same community of everyday people.
Rose had only been at the road side cafe BERTS for 3 weeks. Three long tiring but eye opening weeks. Everyone was friendly enough but there were so many different people. And she was learning quickly that the world was bigger and brighter then ever before.
[The owners had joined in the laughter at her innocent voice when the first biker had asked if she wanted a 'ride' and she had answered 'no because it could be dangerous and I don't own the right gear'.
She went a deep pink when they explained what he actually meant.
The first gay couple she had served were sweet when she had bulked at their kissing.
Its not that Rose had anything against it, she had just never seen it.
It was always like that. She did know about life outside her family and school friends. She understood a lot of things. She also knew she would accept anybody for who they were as long as they were nice.
Its just, well, its just a shock when you experience these things first hand.
She had started to think her deep pink blush would be burned on and would last forever.]
It was a popular place for people to stop, stretch their legs, walk their dogs in the surrounding woodland and grab a bite to eat.
The wooden childrens playground out the back made it a welcome break for parents before the 2 hour drive to the beach.
It was a quiet Thursday.
The weekend rush would soon be apon them.
For now Rose was doing the little jobs that would make life easier for the weekend. This right now was sorting the walk in freezer. She was busy with the back shelf when a mans voice made her jump.
There stood a delivery man. Boxes stacked up on his trolly, eyes looking down at his clipboard.
'I've got another load' he started to say until he looked up and faltered.
His eyes were wide and now looking directly at her chest. In the next blink he recovered and walked away.
Rose stood confused for a second until Bert came walking up. He had heard the delivery lorry and had come to check it in. Bert chuckled and told her to go warm up while he sorted it out. Rose walked into the main kitchen confused. That was until chef called her over to him so he could have a good look at her nipples.
The blush was back!
While Rose had been deep in the freezer her nipples had reacted to the cold. They were showing through her bra, t shirt and cardigan. She knew she was cold but hadn't realised that the goosebumps that covered her skin weren't the only signs to how cold.
She growned and stood by the griddle to warm up. The chef still chuckling patted her on the head. 'One day Rose you will realise you have fantastic tits!'. She slapped him on the arm as he walked away. He was so crude. He always made comments about them. It was one of the things she was having to get used to. He made the same comments to Sadie and Beth. They would flirt back and give as good as they got.
They were lovely, confident girls. Sadie was 19 and Beth 20. They had worked there for a few years and it showed. They weren't bothered by much at all.
[Rose wished she could be more like them. She may be 18 but mentally felt younger. She wished she wasnt the one who was shocked by swear words, by sexual comments and by sex in general.
Everyone had discovered during her very first shift just how inexperienced she was. During a slow spell, they had been talking about the wild night Beth had got planned for her boyfriend.
She was showing them the new underwear she had got and explaining how the knickers were crotchless.
Rose had thought she was hiding her inexperience well until this point. That was until Beth brought up the photos of a butt plug she had. Poor Rose had chocked on her lemonade. Geez, she knew about this stuff, why had she reacted like that. With in half an hour the girls had got all the information they wanted. She had told them about Shane, the boy at school who she had dated for almost the whole of year 10. They were both born in October and turned 16 before most of their year group. In only the way teenages could, they had fumbled and touched a lot before losing their virginity to each other. They spent months touching at every opportunity. They only managed to have sex twice more though. They stayed together until the summer holidays. Thats when Shane had declared he had a whole summer to fuck away and he needed to be single. She spent her year 11 studying hard. The split from Shane had been hard for her.]
Rose had entered the restaurant floor just minutes after warming up enough. She was looking down at her breasts trying to see if anyone could still see her nipples when Caroline called over to her and asked her to take the order off table 15. Still checking her breasts she wondered over to the table pulling the order pad from her apron pocket as she went. She was reaching up for the pen in her hair when she looked up.
She had frozen all over again. Or so it felt. She just stood, mouth open, arm raised and eyes wide.
Her brain was trying to get her attention, he was speaking and she was meant to be listening. He closed the menu and looked up at her expectantly. He was smiling. Time passed. He was still smiling. And she, well she had not moved much. She had at least closed her month. In a loud forced voice Rose blurted out 'I am so sorry, I didn't hear a word you said. Did you order? Can you tell me again?'
He carried on smiling and oredered a full english and a mug of tea. Rose slowly walked into the kitchen, pinned up the order and walked back out. She made his tea and was stunned at herself for remembering the milk and sugars. She slowly walked it over to him. Why was she being so slow? Why did her head feel like it had jammed the moment she saw him? Placing his drink down with nervous hands, she was trying to think of something to say when Caroline called for her again and the sharper focus came back.
Oh damn it, where had all these customers come from. The next 30 minutes passed is a haze of orders and drink making. She hadn't had time to properly look at table 15 again and now he was settling up with Bert and walking out the door.
Well that sucked. She was hoping to at least get another good look at him again before he left.
It was too busy now to think about him. The rest of the shift passed by quickly. Sadie and Beth had come in at 4pm. The tea time rush was over and she had an hour left of her shift. She was grateful to be going home at 8pm. Before she left she quickly told them about the guy on table 15. Apparently her description of him being fit as fuck was funny. Maybe because she had sworn so openly or maybe because she'd actually found someone attractive enough to swear. Whatever the reason she left the girls laughing and went home.
The 30 minute walk home was a killer after 8 hours on her feet but it was getting easier.
She walked in, said a quick hello to her parents and went for a shower.
As the water ran over her aching body she let her mind calm. She was suprised how quickly it had spun from trying to forget about work back to focusing on work. Well one specific table at work.
She realised she hadn't taken in much detail. She remembered his face and his build but his actual clothes were a blur. Were they dark? Was he wearing jeans? She had no idea. It was his face that she had looked so intently at. His eyes, his mouth, the way he smiled at her. His hair. Oh wait. Had she taken that in? Now she felt silly. Had she really been so lost in his eyes and mouth that she had forgotten to look at any other details.
Her mum knocked on the bathroom door. 'Are you okay hun? You have been in there a while'.
'Sorry Mum. I'm getting out.'
Rose was in bed and the house was quiet. She realised now she was tingling. She had felt like this before. When she was with Shane and they had spent hours kissing. The times when they wanted to do much more then just kiss.
It had been so long though. This wasnt just the normal sensation of feeling horny, this was more. The feeling thats deeper. The thoughts she had been having in the shower and earlier when she had first gotten into bed had obviously had an effect on her body.
She hadn't touched herself in a long time. She hadn't really wanted to.
She felt the heat between her legs, she knew if she put her hand there she would be wet.
She slowly stroked her right thigh. Debating whether to move her hand further up.
She rolled onto her back and parted her legs. She had raised her hand higher up her thigh. The soft skin was sensitive on her inner thigh and she could feel the heat radiating out of her pussy. Her hand found its way into her pajama shorts.She inhaled deeply as she touched her pubic hair. The feel of it sent little pulses of pleasure deep inside her. She kept stroking the hair. Enjoying the sensations as she played. She was working her way down to her slit. As her fingers grazed over her clit she shuddered. It was hard and throbbing. She gasped softly as she found her lips were moist with her juices and swollen. Her body had come alive at the soft touches on her pussy. She could feel how her breasts were aching. Her nipples were straining against her pajama top.
She was panting but oh so quietly. She knew she would be heard if she made too much noise.
She couldn't hold off any longer. Pushing a finger inside her tight pussy, she found she was dripping wet. She moved it slowly. In and out, in and out. She wished she had a toy like Beth. Something she could push inside to make her feel full. Instead she only had her fingers. Two were now deep inside. Thrusting to a quick rhythm. She wanted to cum but at the same time wanted the feeling to last forever.
She pulled down her top revealing her left breast to the cooler air. She found her nipple and pinched it between her finger and thumb. The feeling travelling straight to her throbbing clit. She knew she was close. In a quick movement she forced another finger inside her juicy pussy and moved her left hand down to her clit. She started to gently rub it. Her pussy was clenching her fingers. She could hear her wetness. It made her feel more aroused.
Flicking her clit,letting out soft almost silent cries, she came. It was an explosion of senses. She thrust her fingers deeper and rubbed her clit hard as wave after wave of orgasm rolled over her. Not stopping until her body ceased jerking. It was intense. The most intense she had ever had on her own. She laid panting on her bed. Trying to calm her ragged breathing.
Her pajama shorts were too wet to wear to bed. Her juices had soaked them. She pulled them off, noticing how wobbly her legs were. She could not be bothered to move to find more. Instead she just pulled the covers over her again. Vaguely aware as she drifted off that both her hands were covered in her juices and she could smell herself on them.
Part 2 will follow. |
