1. What Were the Chances?


    Date: 3/4/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Jayne33, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    He’d been unhappy with his current job and I knew he’d get on well with the other members of staff and customers. “Come on. It will be fun working together. You’re here most of your spare time anyway – You might as well be getting paid for it.” He held his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay. When do you want me to do the trial shift?” “I’ll have a word with the boss now. I’ll put in a good word for you and I know some of the other bar staff will do the same. I can see if I can get you a shift tomorrow night with me. Monday’s are always quiet, so we can settle you in gently.” I was so excited. I practically skipped to the back office to speak to my boss. It was going to be fantastic. I’d get to spend so much more time with him and it would make work a place I couldn’t wait to get to. That’s what I thought anyway. *** Things began to change with him. It was clear that I still really wanted him and was struggling to come to terms with the fact that I still craved him badly. He did his best to avoid those sorts of situations, but when I was in a really naughty mood I made it hard for him. I feel bad about that now, because I didn’t realise it was causing a wedge between us. I had realised that I loved him in a way I shouldn’t. The realisation came when I got insanely jealous on hearing about other girls and members of bar staff who were outrageously flirting with him. But what could I do? I had no right to him. He wasn’t mine. He was young, single, good looking and should’ve been ...
    out enjoying the attention. I clung to the fact that I was still his friend and was special because of the closeness we shared. I swallowed the hurt of hearing him tell tales of all the young, gorgeous, and sometimes even older and sexy women that were drowning him with attention. We were drifting apart and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When we were together, after I’d hunted him down, he would only infuriate me and leave me feeling angry. “I was thinking of performing one of my poems at the monthly open mic night,” I told Luke in the staff room before shift, when I’d finally managed to track him down when he was alone. “Yeah, yeah sounds good,” he absently minded answered back, while typing on his phone. “Are you even listening to me?” I snapped. “Yes. It’s just that Gill is messaging me some real hot pictures and I can’t just ignore her.” “Do you have to do that while I’m trying to have a conversation with you?” “Sorry, sorry. I’ll put my phone away. I promise.” “I thought she’d gone a bit psycho on you? Why you still talking to her?” “She’s alone and hasn’t got anyone else. I don’t just want to dump her. She’s been talking about getting a hotel somewhere, but I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I remember my heart sinking. I knew it would happen and it would be sooner rather than later, but I thought I’d have more time to prepare. I was about to lose my dream of being the one to take his virginity. Since he’d started working at the bar, it seemed he had more and ...
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