The Lovers Diary Part III,
I had such a fondness for this one. When I was seventeen I worked in a clothing store. At the time, it was my entire world to be hired there. Living in a city by myself, freshly graduated and with all this freedom you get to know yourself a bit better.
In the mall there was a security guard, which is common. Even now when I seldom go into that mall, there seems to be the hottest, tall yummy guys. At this point I’m the older one, and I feel kind of bad even looking at them in that way. I have a fever for guys 6’0-6’4. I’m a short thing at 5’2 and they seem to enjoy my shortness as well. I’ll pick the things off the floor, if you pick the things off the top shelf for me 🙂 An old lady in a grocery store told me this once and I forever since have used it.
The security guard would frequent his rounds. Maybe a little…too frequently on his favourite store. Yes, that store was where I was. There was a second security guard I had a huge crush on that I never got to completion, but that’s okay. He wasn’t 6’0 anyways. This security guard later ended up applying for the police force and deleting a number of people that may trash his reputation as it is difficult to get into the force by who you are associated with. Yes, I was one of the girls deleted off his Facebook. Did I care? No. He still messaged me on my cell phone.
I don’t remember how long it took, but because I am shy, things can take a painfully long time to get me going for a hang out. He had a girlfriend, this monster of a girl who was one of the managers. I don’t condone now-a-days that he cheated on her. At the time, it was like a triumph over her and a nasty secret. He ended up dumping her later in years because her sister was an ex-drug addict and it didn’t look good for his police application.
We saw each other off and on for a few years with gaps in-between when I would be dating someone. I was loyal, he didn’t understand why. Sometimes I would visit him at the hospital he was later a security guard at, he would sneak out from his shift and I would park in the parking lot. Here we were 3 in the morning, in my car with awkward conversation. It was constantly awkward between us, a lot of sexual tension? Then he fucked me in my car. Or, I fucked him. I rode him, and I absolutely LOVE car fucking. I love kissing, there was a lot of kissing. He finished and I cleaned up, then he politely left and I drove him. Took my makeup off and fell asleep. I appreciate a thank you and I had a great time after EVERY encounter. He was perfect for this. Nor did he bother me when he wasn’t able to meet me and fuck me. I used to be 24/7 prepared and have things like tissues handy for any random encounter. Never leaving an excuse to not capitalize on an opportunity of sex. Extra panties in purse? Check. Mints? Check. Condoms? Check. Strict birth control schedule? Check, check, check.
Other times he would message me how his girlfriend was on vacation. The second she was gone he would message me and work his ass off to get me to say yes. Then he would massage me in my place, when my roommate at the time was away, and he would bang me on the floor, the counter, the couch. Anywhere, everywhere. I think we even banged on my roommate’s bed. Oops. His girlfriend was an all-natural looking girl. Me? The exact opposite. At the time I had severe red lips, black-blue hair, and a huge commitment to pin-up style. My lingerie was nice, and I would dress up and look extra good for whatever encounter. I never asked if he was banging multiple girls. Sometimes I felt like I was the only one he was cheating with. I probably would have been insulted if I wasn’t at the time. We saw each other off and on for a few years.
I haven’t checked on him in years. Last I did he had some mountaineering type photo with a pretty and natural looking girl. I hope he is well. I hope he got that police job.
xoxo,
Chloe