Learning My Place As a Dogsitter - Sex Stories

Learning My Place As a Dogsitter

The bell tinkled as Mina and I walked into the store.

“Seriously, I think you should consider changing to chemistry at the very least,” said Mina.

“Chemistry is blegh, I don’t wanna be a nurse like everyone else in my family,” I say.

Dust drifts in the morning sunlight, crossing over dulled brass and coffee colored papers. The antique store smells like old. Old and damp. My eyes bounce from trash to trash, the same items that have been unmoved since I was a child. Mina picks up a horn and tries a revelry.

“Now announcing Jess! The doer of engineering, maker of things, breaker of chains!”

“Wow, that’s quite the fanfare,” I say, “What chains have I broken?”

“Well how should I know how kinky you are?” Mina gives a sly grin.

“Oh my god, I’ll tell you about it later!”

I think back to one of my last nights during the semester. We made out for a while and he groped at my chest, fumbling with my bra. I was so nervous for anyone to see my body. I get a little wet remembering the feel of his penis opening my lips for the first time.

“Jess is that you?” comes a raspy voice from the back of the room.

“Hi, Ms. Howard,” I call.

A woman in dull brown clothes comes from behind the counter and peers at me over her little glasses. The wrinkles on her face bunch into a smile as she comes to hug me.

“It’s so good to see you,” she says into my ear, “I always wonder what you’ve been up to. I remember when you could barely work the register!”

I laugh, ...

... “Yeah, it’s been a while since that summer. I’m in college now, biomedical engineering.”

“Really? I thought you’d have gone into nursing.”

I glance at Mina’s grinning face.

“No, ma’am, just cause I’m Filipino doesn’t mean I have to be a nurse.”

Ms. Howard waved her hand in her face, “Oh posh, I meant nothing by it. Your mom, dad, and sisters are all nurses, just expected you to follow suit.”

“I think I wanna try to be an engineer, still in medical, though,” I say with a wink.

She grasps my shoulders, “Well I’m proud of you either way.”

“Thanks,” I say, “That means a lot.”

And it does. My family has been pressuring me to go into nursing for a while.

“What brings you back to town?” asks Ms. Howard.

“I finished my first year and I’m off for the summer. The Beech’s asked me to house sit for them, too, so that’s a couple bucks.”

“Well that’s nice of you to do that. They’re good folks. Mind you those dogs of theirs are gonna be a handful.”

“Yeah they said they’re big boys.”

She put her hands on her hips, “Well you two have a look around, I’m gonna get back to my book.”

“Thanks, Ms. Howard,” Mina and I say in unison.

Mina doesn’t need to catch up, she hasn’t left town yet. We start looking around, picking up odd trinkets here and there, talking about random things. She’s like a sister to me, we were some of the only foreign kids in our little Georgia town.

“Let’s check those out,” says Mina, pointing to a lit up corner.

It’s the mirror ...