My Last Summer at Home (Part 3) - Sex Stories

My Last Summer at Home (Part 3)

... worse than a cheap beer hangover. I stumbled into the shower and let the hot water stream on my pounding skull until it began to run cold. I had to be at work in an hour, so I dressed in my blue supermarket uniform and made my way down to the kitchen. Mom was already at the table sipping a cup of coffee, and smiled brightly as I sat down. "Hi sweetie, you look a little worse for the wear this morning. What time did you get home last night?" I reached in the cupboard for a cup, and tried not to look mom in the eye. "Mom I'm sorry, I know I usually call if I'm going to be late. Jill and I were out at the gravel pits talking, and we just lost track of time." She just smiled knowingly and sighed. "Well honey you're nineteen now, and going off to Iowa State this fall. You have to start making your own decisions now, just make sure they are the right ones." I sipped my coffee and sat the cup down. "I will mom. I've just been trying to get my head on straight since graduation. I'm getting there, but I can't even look at Tommy when he comes into the supermarket, and I refuse to speak to him. I wasted so much time on him. Two years for nothing." "Oh sweetie" she sighed as she cocked her head, "Hard times should make you better not bitter. Boys will be boys, and he made a stupid mistake. His parents are having a party for him before he takes off for the Marines. You should go say goodbye." "Um, I'm pretty sure leaving my graduation party so he could get a BJ from Cindy Johnson was a ...

... little more than "a mistake", I stammered. "It was a frigging terrible thing to do! Just because I wouldn't do slutty things like that for him, he had to sneak out with that bimbo, and for what?" "30 seconds of pleasure?" I mockingly sputtered. "I'm not going to see him. I'm leaving for work. Bye." I climbed in my pick-up, slammed the door and gripped the wheel tightly for a minute. I took a deep breath to keep from screaming, and started up my truck. I usually never smoke unless I'm on break at work, or drinking beers with Jill. Today I needed a smoke, so I lit up a Marlboro and sucked on it all the way to the supermarket. I pulled up and Jill was standing outside talking to Rickey. I hadn't really thought about it last night, but the boy we made cum in his pants and then left at the drive-in, is our boss. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I needed this job. Jill walked over right away as I climbed out of my pick up. "Hey chick how's your head this morning, pounding like mine?" "Uh, yeah", I said as I grabbed my purse. "Um, what's up with Rickey? He stopped you before you even got inside?" She just smirked and grabbed my cigarette, took a long drag and then coughed as she started laughing. "Yeah, the little perv just walked up and told me he had a great time last night, and asked when we could go to the drive-in again. Fucking unbelievable, huh?" "Shit I was worried he was going to cut our hours or get us fired." Rickey just nodded as we walked in and said "Hey Tanya". I rushed to the back ...