It's What You Deserve - Sex Stories

It's What You Deserve

... up, rekindle that flame maybe. I missed you.”

Is he insane? Not even 15 minutes ago, he was insulting me. Now he’s saying he misses me? I’ll never understand the guys I hook up with. But maybe there is some catching up that needs to be done with someone else.

“You know what?” I respond, leaning forward on the counter, “You’re right. What’s life without reconciliation? My shift ends in about 6 hours. You come back at around that time, then I’ll take you up on your offer. Who knows? Maybe one thing leads to another and I’ll let you show how much you missed me.”

He tries his best to hide his intimidation, failing miserably.

“Alright, then,” he manages to say, “See you in 6 hours.”

“Can’t wait.”

He walks away, trying to look suave, but in reality just looks like he’s just learned what his legs are. Fucking creep. I guess one good thing about dating a dumbass like him is the fact that he never stops to consider things like how the store closes at 9 instead of 12:30. I just wish I could be here to see his stupid ass face.

But enough about him. His dad is all I’m after, anyway. I could smell his grief a mile away. He’s the only reason I feel bad. He’s such a nice guy. He didn’t deserve that ungrateful fucking cow in the first place. And he damn sure doesn’t deserve the pain of finally getting her out of his life. Maybe I can show him a good example of how much better other options can be.

Eventually, the egregious hours pass by and I’m finally free from my ...

... cell. I’m really wondering if this $1,000 is worth it at this point. I say my goodbyes to my fellow coworkers before stepping outside and sitting on the bench. I then take out my phone and search my contacts for Mason’s dad’s number. After finding it, I call him and wait for him to answer.

“Hello?” he greets,

“Uh-...hey,” I reply, remembering that blindly walking into something like this probably isn’t the best idea in the world, “It’s-...it’s me.”

“Taiga?”

“Y-yeah. I just-...A friend kinda stood me up and I’m kinda...stuck. Do you think you can...give me a ride?”

“Yeah, sure. No problem at all.”

“Cool. Thanks. You’re the best.”

“Alright, see ya in a bit.”

“Ok, bye.”

I hang up the phone and put it back in my pocket, waiting for my knight in shining armor to appear and rescue me. After a few minutes of waiting, I finally spot his car driving up to me. Once he’s parked in front of the store, he rolls his window down, saying,

“You rang?”

“Maybe,” I reply, opening the door and getting inside,

“Alright, where do you live?”

“Um...I was actually thinking that...maybe we could...go to your place. Just to...you know...talk.”

“Oh...Uh...Ok. If that’s what you want.”

He pulls off and drives back to his house. The car is radio silent during the drive. It’s so uncomfortable and awkward. I should probably be thinking about how I’m gonna start this damn conversation, but it’s kinda hard to find an opening statement to “Hey, so how’s the single life ...