but that's ok. i mean.. if i ended up with my dick sucked then what tomorrow? i'd have to see her at work. this is how it would go had she not blown me.
i'd say something like "hey sair, how's it goin?" and i wouldn't look at her.
"uh, fine. how bout chu?" she would say annoyed on account i wasn't looking at her.
"i'm good, but who's chu?" i would reply and she would giggle awkwardly. i would then walk away.
she would be cutting vegetables on the pizza cutting table. i would be listening to some pavement tape too loud while making pizzas. she would get to cutting the hard boiled eggs and i would yell "for fuck sake sarah, your ass is toxic." she would get all red in the face and then look over at me and stick out her tongue. "it's my eggs asshole!" she would say.
"you should get your eggs out of your asshole."
"that's not what i said!!"
"you shouldn't have said it then." i would reply calmly.
"i didn't say that DICK!!!"
"you should really calm down sarah, you're making your ass hungry."
"what?"
"your ass is eating your pants right now, relax." i would say and walk by her and snap her bra strap on my way to pour a beer in my carryout cup so nobody would know that i was drinking.
"such a fucking asshole." she would say with a smile on her face.
but if she had blown me, it would go more like this.
i would walk into work, she would be sitting at the booth to my left rolling silverware. i would look over at her, she would smile all awkward like. i would pull the brim of my hat down at her, kinda tipping it. "hey" i would say as i took a hit off my smoke walking by quickly. i wouldn't stop and help her roll the silverware, i wouldn't talk with her til the fat gay manager stood at the cash register looking on angrily because we didn't involve him in the conversation. it would be strange. we wouldn't say anything to one another. it would be shitty.
i loved sarah, i didn't want to mess it up with my big dumb dick brain. not to mention, her husband was pretty damned big and protective. i never knew why she got married anyhow, she was way too young for that shit. she got married at 18. stupid. in my mind it was stupid. she seemed to love him. what's weird is that he was never really around, he was always working. worked at one of the big three doing something on the line i think. that gig pays really good i hear. i work at a fucking pizza restaurant. i make pizzas and wait on people. but that blowjob is sounding pretty good...
i'd say something like "hey sair, how's it goin?" and i wouldn't look at her.
"uh, fine. how bout chu?" she would say annoyed on account i wasn't looking at her.
"i'm good, but who's chu?" i would reply and she would giggle awkwardly. i would then walk away.
she would be cutting vegetables on the pizza cutting table. i would be listening to some pavement tape too loud while making pizzas. she would get to cutting the hard boiled eggs and i would yell "for fuck sake sarah, your ass is toxic." she would get all red in the face and then look over at me and stick out her tongue. "it's my eggs asshole!" she would say.
"you should get your eggs out of your asshole."
"that's not what i said!!"
"you shouldn't have said it then." i would reply calmly.
"i didn't say that DICK!!!"
"you should really calm down sarah, you're making your ass hungry."
"what?"
"your ass is eating your pants right now, relax." i would say and walk by her and snap her bra strap on my way to pour a beer in my carryout cup so nobody would know that i was drinking.
"such a fucking asshole." she would say with a smile on her face.
but if she had blown me, it would go more like this.
i would walk into work, she would be sitting at the booth to my left rolling silverware. i would look over at her, she would smile all awkward like. i would pull the brim of my hat down at her, kinda tipping it. "hey" i would say as i took a hit off my smoke walking by quickly. i wouldn't stop and help her roll the silverware, i wouldn't talk with her til the fat gay manager stood at the cash register looking on angrily because we didn't involve him in the conversation. it would be strange. we wouldn't say anything to one another. it would be shitty.
i loved sarah, i didn't want to mess it up with my big dumb dick brain. not to mention, her husband was pretty damned big and protective. i never knew why she got married anyhow, she was way too young for that shit. she got married at 18. stupid. in my mind it was stupid. she seemed to love him. what's weird is that he was never really around, he was always working. worked at one of the big three doing something on the line i think. that gig pays really good i hear. i work at a fucking pizza restaurant. i make pizzas and wait on people. but that blowjob is sounding pretty good...
