Chapter 5884 The Virgin Delivery Girl Teases(First Time Fuck):>Ep7
- Three months after being sacked from the Harringtons bakery empire I had found some Summer seasonal work hawking discount doughnuts on a busy high-street. I didn't have enough kudos to work the actual kiosk but I was entrusted with a tray of stale sugared ring-doughnuts and was tasked with walking up and down through the crowds wearing a hat that stated: 'EAT MY DOUGHNUT'. As if that wasn't enough of a humiliation, I also wore a bright yellow polo shirt with the question 'FANCY A NIBBLE?' writ large across my tits; every atom of my gothic persona reacted horribly to wearing this alien colour. Plus, the cheap material made my armpits itch like they were being eaten by fire-ants.
- I was feeling pretty sorry for myself after a long day of trudging up and down being laughed at when I saw Larry. Larry was a man in his late sixties who I used to work with at Harringtons. It was our fooling around together that had caused me to be given my marching orders and had almost got him the sack too. Our flirting had escalated to some pretty heavy petting (okay, mutual masturbation and further, to be exact) before we got ourselves into trouble with the management for our dilly-dallying delivery delays. You may think a teenage goth wouldn't be interested in a sexagenarian van driver but he was charming and cheeky and handsome and a really really good kisser. I had a natural scorn for all things normal and boys my age didn't interest me one iota. Since being forced to break off my burgeoning relationship with the old charmer, I'd been lost in a fog of miserableness so when I saw him in the street my face lit up and I felt a heavy weight lift off my weary heart.
- Then reality shaved the edge off my enthusiasm. What if he was with his wife? Or someone else he wouldn't want me to meet? I stopped myself from calling out his name and running across the road to pounce on him. I slunk away, dispirited. Six o'clock came around and I got changed out of my gaudy uniform in a public toilet then went to wait for my bus. I was sitting in the graffitied shelter, my morose mood matched the miserable sky as a drizzle began to fall, when a battered Toyota pulled up into the stopping space. I was looking at nothing in particular and feeling surrounded by the mists of doom when I heard his voice.