Rebound - Sex Stories

Rebound

... day pack. He chuckled. “Okay. Forgive the corny line. Do you come here often?” “A bartender can do better than that.” He wiped the last of the sweat from his brow. “If I had a dollar for every cheesy pick-up line I’ve heard guys try, I could own these hills.” She grinned. “To answer your question, no, I normally walk in the park or on the path near the river, but it’s too warm to be in town.” “That’s why I like this trail. It feels ten degrees cooler in the hills. I’d build a cabin up here if I could. Just sit on the porch and write.” “Why do you tend bar in a downtown cocktail lounge?” “Not many customers in the woods,” he chuckled. “I live in town. I walk to work if the weather’s decent. When I have enough time off I go camping or hiking. It’s enough for now. When my book starts paying me real money, I might look for a place in the country.” “You’re serious about this writing thing.” “More serious than some of the publishers who’ve read parts of my manuscript, apparently. That’s why I’ll be mixing drinks this week, Tuesday through Saturday, like always.” “I wouldn’t have the patience to write a book,” she said. “Patience is easy when you enjoy what pays the bills. I like my job. Don’t want to do it the rest of my life, but it’s fun. I meet nice people.” “You meet girls.” “I’ve had girlfriends who hung out while I was working, but I don’t pick up girls at the bar.” “Why did you send me those texts?” “Ha! Busted! First time for everything. Shelly told me a little bit about ...

... that Sid character. Said you’ve been sitting home moping ever since.” Her voice was cold. “Do you blame me?” “Not at all. She told me to ask you out, but that seemed too forward.” “I don’t want a rebound fuck, if that’s what you’re hoping for.” “I wasn’t offering one.” “Oh.” “What I was offering was coffee. There’s a great shop not far from the bar.” “Well, now I’m embarrassed,” Kay mumbled. He climbed off his rock, huge smile on his face, and stood in front of her. “Let’s try this again. Hi. I’m Jim Preston, bartender and would-be novelist. I’m out here sweating, not expecting to see a soul. Who are you?” “Kay Mueller. Assistant to the Assistant to the Junior Vice President of Useless Meetings. I type stupid emails while the big-wigs talk about golf or whatever.” “Sounds rewarding.” “Very. Sid kinda screwed that up for me, too. I was offered a better job in another division, but I couldn’t move away since we were getting married.” “That stinks,” Jim said. “It’s okay, really. I didn’t want to move. My family and friends are here.” “I don’t see you with a friend like Shelly. She’s more of a party girl than you, isn’t she?” “We were roommates freshman year in college. Random pairing, but we clicked. I was her conscience and study buddy. She taught me how to drink.” “You’ve been friends ever since?” “We’re very close. She was supposed to be my maid of honor. Now she thinks she has to find me another guy.” “You’ll find one when you’re ready. Your license said you’re twenty-three. ...