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Coffee Shop Love, part 2

Date: 12/11/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Consensual Sex, Job/Place-of-work, Author: Droofy, Rating: 85, Source: sexstories.com

Courtney, Bree, and I worked the Saturday night shift and managed the rush of Saturday night shoppers extremely well. However, the awkwardness between me and Courtney was obvious, and our distance toward each other had to be obvious to Bree, though, she said nothing of it. When the store closed for the night, we had one small cup of coffee each, which was drunk mostly in silence, before cleaning the Phoenix for the night. We locked up and walked to our cars, silently. "Good night," I told Bree as we hugged, and I held on longer than usual. "Good night. I'll see you Monday?" She asked quietly. "Yeah, you know I'll be here," I smiled. "Ok," she smiled back and got in her car. "You want to come in tomorrow?" I asked as I turned toward Courtney. "I can, but we are closed on Sunday. What do you need me for?" She asked quizzically. "I think we should probably talk about last night." "Can we do that now?" "If you'd like. Wanna go back inside?" "Yeah." We walked together back to the front door of the Phoenix together. She had her long, red hair in a ponytail. She wore a light brown Los Pollos Hermanos t-shirt that fit tightly against her light skin; her black denim jeans we're equally form fitting. She had on black Converse sneakers, and that's the only kind of shoes I've ever known her to wear. "You know," she broke the silence, "it's probably good that you didn't squeeze her butt. I think she's a freak like you'd expect a librarian or nun to be, but she might be a prude and freak ... out about it. I'd hate for you to go to jail for slipping a finger down someone's butt crack." I laughed. "Or I could have been bringing her back in to 'talk.'" "Yeah, I'm sure you'd prefer her, anyway," she joked as we reached the front door and I unlocked it and opened it, and held the door for her, and I followed. She immediatly sat down at a two-person wooden table by the window , and I sat across from her. "So, what did you want to talk to be about?" She suddenly became a bit nervous, and looked down at the table. "I'm sorry for what happened last night. I don't know what came over me. I've been really lonely lately since my boyfriend left, and I really needed someone to take my mind off him," she confessed. "And since your fiancé left you," she continued, "I knew you would know how I felt--" she caught herself, almost crying. "It's ok!" I assured her as I leaned forward. "No, it's not," she sobbed, tears running down her face. "I used you, and I know losing your fiancé is not the same as losing a boyfriend." I got up, took her hand, and pulled her up. I hugged her tight. "It's ok." "How do you do it? How do you keep from hurting?" She whispered in to my shoulder. I held her for a minute without answering. "I dont." I let go, and she looked up at me. "Want to go upstairs? I'd hate to see the night guards look in and see you so upset." She nodded, and I took herby the hand, lending her up the wide stairway to the loft. I sat down beside her on the big couch. "You really ...