Chapter 1
BPOV
Another day at my shitty job. Whatever, it gets my parents off my back. Who cares if I come home smelling like ass, sweaty as a pig and feet as numb as a man climbing Mount Everest? I cared. I cared until today.
Until today, when Edward Masen started, sure he's 25 or so years of age, when I'm only in high school. Doesn't make him any less of a god. The red of the uniform sets off his coppery brown of his hair, his eyes a vibrant green that the lettuce will never compete with, the heat of the fryers giving him a sheen of sweat that implies acts of lesser appropriate things.
Fuck. My fries are burning. Not like it matters, no one gives a fuck about how their fries are cooked when they cost $1.49 with a giant Coke. Stupid Masen.
Finally it's home time. At anything but 11pm on the dot. Saluting to Ang, I stroll out the door to my dad's old Chevy, glad the nights over. Fumbling in my bag for the keys, I trip over something unexpected. Not that me tripping is unexpected.
"Whoa there girl, I got you." It's a voice I don't recognise, smooth like velvet, but strong and manly. The voice caught me before I could seriously damage my head, or pants. I look up, "Masen? What the fuck are you doing?" before he can respond, I struggle out of his arms and right myself.
"I finish too now you know, I also happen to park in the staff parking lot," he replies, pointing to a dark blue van, like the smartass he is. What's he still doing here anyway?
"Helping you..." oh, apparently I said that out loud. "I'll be off then." I watch his ass as he swaggers to his van, confused by the whole exchange.
I toss and turn in bed that night. Too hot. Blankets falling off me. Street lights casting unusual shadows on my walls.
And I can't stop thinking about Edward, as much as I don't want to admit that. His body does things to my body. Things that if I don't do something about soon, I'll be a zombie all day tomorrow. Or later today. Whatever the fuck.
Groaning, I reach over to my top draw and retrieve my 16th birthday present from my best friend Rose. I awkwardly grope for the sparkly pink vibrator that I know is hidden under lace and cotton.
Slipping my hands down to my panties I pull them aside and turn the switch on. I think about Edward's long fingers as I press the head to my throbbing clit, slightly moaning in relief. Twirling one of my nipples around with my fingers I start to push it inside me.
Ughhmm, unknowledgeable sounds leave my throat and I am suddenly glad my room is so far away from the front of the house, where my parents' room is. Slowing thrusting my vibrator in and out and stopping to rub it over my clit I quickly start to feel a build up in my core. Imagining that it's Edward's cock pumping in and out of me is enough to send me bubbling over the edge. Mmhmmmmmmmm.
I roll over, lazy with lust, to replace my belongings to my draw. Pulling the covers over my head, not bothering to put my panties back on, and fall into a sound sleep.