Next Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

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... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I’m not going to pretend like every day at Gamestop was an absolute perfect day. I’d had more than my fair share of asshole customers, many of whom were so far-gone in their ‘holier than thou’ attitude that no matter what I said, they were going to leave pissed off. You learn to accept that in retail. To the customer, you’re being paid to deal with them being an asshole. It happens. And I’d learned to accept that. The majority of customers I dealt with were perfectly civil and receptive to the eagerness with which I helped them. The assholes? I still gave them my all, never letting on that I couldn’t wait for them to fuck off. Basically, what I’m saying is that even though every day wasn’t perfect, it never got me down. That wasn’t the case today. Coming in late after an immaculate attendance record wasn’t the best place to start but add on top of that all the personal stuff and the swarm of greedy customers…yeah, it wasn’t a recipe for success. The day fucking dragged. Normally being busy is good because the time goes by quicker but today…somehow it was busy and slow at the exact same time. Every customer I dealt with, whether they were just buying games or desperately wanting to know if the amount on a gift card was the same as the amount they were told was on it (and it always was), each interaction seemed like a small eternity and ...

... when it was finally over and I could look at the clock, only a couple of minutes had gone by. It didn’t help that I was basically stuck in my head the entire day. Remembering everything that had happened over the past few days was bad enough, but now my mind had once again become a battleground between two moral sides. This time, it was a battle over how I should feel about Kayla having sex with this Jeff asshole before me. I know I was moving closer to understanding when I left Kayla but it’s a lot easier to be objective (I think that word applies here) when you don’t have the hurt face of the love of your life looking back at you. On the one hand, she was with me now and she loved me and this guy was out of her life forever. She hadn’t responded to his texts in the longest time and the last time she did, she made it very clear that she wasn’t interested in him. She kept what happened from me, but…so what? It was in the past. Then again, argued another part of my brain, was it really in the past? She hadn’t deleted his number from her phone. Why? Did she secretly like receiving the attention? Wasn’t my attention enough for her? Was I not giving her enough? Of course I was! And she was giving me enough attention in return. It’s not like all of the feelings we’d had over the months we’d been together were predicated on the fact that she had been a virgin the first time we had sex. We said ‘I love you’ before we had sex. It wasn’t based on that. But if it wasn’t based on that, ...