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The Exchange
Chapter 3: The Exchange
“Do you see us getting married in the future?” Denni asked me as she lay on her side facing me.
“Of course,” I said as I gazed into her eyes and gently stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. “but not until I get a job that pays better.”
Without even saying anything, she leaned in and kissed me. Savoring the moment, I rolled back so she lay on top of me never breaking the kiss. A few moments later she moved from my mouth and down to my neck. While she lightly nipped at the skin on my neck, I tilted my head back in sensual pleasure. I opened my eyes when she suddenly stopped only to see her lift her shirt over her head to reveal the same black bra she wore when I walked into the employee break room on that first day of work. She leaned back over for another kiss and I could taste the mint of the gum she had in her mouth as she slipped her tongue past the barrier of my lips. I felt her hands move between our stomachs and she undid the belt and fly on my shorts. Breaking the kiss again she sat up and removed my shorts and boxers. She got up higher on her knees, grabbed my length in her hand and guided herself down fully sheathing me inside her.
Suddenly, I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock beeping like a cement truck in reverse. I rolled over on my back and threw my arm over to hit my alarm clock and it shut off. As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw that my sheets formed quite the tent directly above my waist, and I knew exactly why. That was definitely the best dream I had had in a long time. That dream gave me such a raging hard-on that it almost hurt.
I laid on my back for a few minutes waiting for the swelling to go down before I slid off the side of my bed. I didn’t have my usual lethargy that morning. I knew I was gonna see Denni at work again today. We were working two different shifts that day but they overlapped so we would at least see each other for a little while. I almost put on my work clothes but I looked at my clock again and realized it was only a little after 10 AM, so I just stayed in my pajamas which consisted of a t-shirt and flannel lounging pants. My parents were surprised to see me up and about that early in the morning, which really wasn’t that early, but it was for me. Anyways, after lounging at my computer the entire morning, I figured sleeping probably would’ve been a better use of my time unless my parents needed me to do anything around the house.
When I arrived at work later that day, I found myself stuck in concessions again, but this time on a register. I looked for Denni’s name and saw she was with the ushers. We probably wouldn’t get much time to talk. It was a Saturday, and Saturdays were always busy, so I almost always had customers at my register or she was busy cleaning auditoriums. Although we did get a few short conversations in occasionally when she would come behind concessions for a quick drink break. We shared a bit more about ourselves and that’s when the topic of sex somehow came up. This topic would normally make me uneasy and want to change the subject, but it seemed different now. I felt like I could open up and have a mature conversation with her about it. It was then that I admitted that I was still a virgin, and she admitted she wasn’t. Suddenly, I felt intimidated by her. Despite being two years younger than me, she had more sexual experience. I started wondering what she would think if I ever wound up becoming her boyfriend and eventually having sex with her. What if I couldn’t satisfy her because of my lack of experience? I quickly shunned the thoughts telling myself that she would never consider being my girlfriend, much less have sex with me. I shouldn’t have even been thinking about her like that anyways. She wasn’t just some conquest so I could say, “Yeah, I fucked a really hot Asian chick.” It was time I started thinking about her the same way I treated her, with respect.
The conversations were short, but I enjoyed them. 8:30 rolled around pretty fast and Denni left. I was planning to ask her for her number before she left, but she was out the door before I knew it. I was kinda relieved in that I had more time to think over what I was gonna say. I was really starting to like this girl, and I tend to really fuck up what I’m saying when I talk to girls I like. I tried to think of the best way to ask. I didn’t want it to seem like I was asking her out, but I didn’t just want to say “Hey, what’s your number?”
The rest of the night went by slowly. It was a Saturday night, and the weather outside wasn’t the best, so the theater was pretty busy. My mind was racing between helping the constant flow of customers and thinking about things I can say to Denni without making myself seem creepy. I mean, I had only known her for two days, if I say anything at all that sounds like I’m coming onto her, it was probably gonna creep her out.
A couple hours later it was finally quiet in the lobby. The last movie of the night had started and we were scrambling around to clean things up in concessions. Maybe, just maybe, we would get to go home before midnight if we worked fast enough. I had been cleaning the cabinet doors below the butter dispensers when I heard a familiar laugh. I stood up and looked around the lobby to see if it was who I thought it was, and sure enough, there she was standing at the service desk talking to one of the managers. Denni made her way over to the concessions counter as the manager disappeared into the count room. We made eye contact and waved at each other, but she immediately went over to one of the girls we work with and most likely started gossiping. About what, I didn’t care, so I went back to cleaning the cabinet doors.
Suddenly, I couldn’t help but start wondering if she was talking to that other girl about me. What if she really thought I was annoying or creepy and she was telling this other girl about it? What if she was just talking to me today to be nice and was now starting bad rumors about me? I then realized I had stopped wiping the cabinet and was just sitting there looking like a retard. I shook my head a little and regained my composure. I preferred not to think about those things, so I tried to clear my head. I had been writing a short story based on a video game at the time and kept my notes about it in a little memo pad I kept in my pocket. I took it out and quickly read over the last page I had written, added a few sentences to it, and put it back in my pocket. Success! My thoughts quickly delved deep into the realm of my story as I brewed up ideas for my next chapter.
I finished my last cabinet and set my cleaning supplies on the counter when I overheard Denni talking to the other girl about the website Myspace. I had just made a profile on that site a few weeks earlier, and I decided that would be a great way to keep in contact with her without sounding creepy and asking for her phone number.
“I actually just made a profile on Myspace recently,” I interjected. I didn’t care if I interrupted them or not. I was determined to find a way to talk to Denni outside of work.
“Oh cool!” Denni said. She took a bit of paper from one of the receipt printers and wrote the URL to her profile on it and gave it to me. “Add me as a friend.”
I took the paper and put it in my pocket, “Thanks. I’ll check it out tonight when I get home.” Suddenly, I had an idea, “Do you have AIM?”
“Yeah.”
I took some more of the printer paper and wrote my screenname on it and gave it to her. “I’ll be online tonight when I get home. Put me on your buddy list if you wanna talk later.”
“Thanks.” She took the paper I gave her and just held onto it. I noticed that she didn’t put it into her purse or her pocket, which could’ve meant two things: either she was gonna throw it in the trash as soon as she was out of my sight or that she didn’t want to forget about it or lose it. I chose to think it was the latter.
Denni went back to chatting with her friend and I went off to look for my supervisor to see what else needed to be done before the midnight’s could go home. I now had even more incentive to work fast. I wanted to get a chance to talk to Denni outside of work where it could be just the two of us, with no interruptions and no worries about whether the topic was safe to discuss at work.
Before she left, Denni came over to where I was working and semi-shouted my name to get my attention.
“I’ll talk to you later tonight,” she said with a smile.
I caught a slight twinkle in her eye and smiled back. I half choked on my words and all I could muster was a feeble “Bye…” She waved as she left and I felt my cheeks burn as I blushed and waved back. I was falling for her. I couldn’t explain why, but there was just something about her, something different and exotic that drew me in. Maybe it was her eyes, maybe it was her beauty, or maybe it was just because she was Denni. At that point, I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that I wanted her.
“Do you see us getting married in the future?” Denni asked me as she lay on her side facing me.
“Of course,” I said as I gazed into her eyes and gently stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. “but not until I get a job that pays better.”
Without even saying anything, she leaned in and kissed me. Savoring the moment, I rolled back so she lay on top of me never breaking the kiss. A few moments later she moved from my mouth and down to my neck. While she lightly nipped at the skin on my neck, I tilted my head back in sensual pleasure. I opened my eyes when she suddenly stopped only to see her lift her shirt over her head to reveal the same black bra she wore when I walked into the employee break room on that first day of work. She leaned back over for another kiss and I could taste the mint of the gum she had in her mouth as she slipped her tongue past the barrier of my lips. I felt her hands move between our stomachs and she undid the belt and fly on my shorts. Breaking the kiss again she sat up and removed my shorts and boxers. She got up higher on her knees, grabbed my length in her hand and guided herself down fully sheathing me inside her.
Suddenly, I awoke to the sound of my alarm clock beeping like a cement truck in reverse. I rolled over on my back and threw my arm over to hit my alarm clock and it shut off. As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw that my sheets formed quite the tent directly above my waist, and I knew exactly why. That was definitely the best dream I had had in a long time. That dream gave me such a raging hard-on that it almost hurt.
I laid on my back for a few minutes waiting for the swelling to go down before I slid off the side of my bed. I didn’t have my usual lethargy that morning. I knew I was gonna see Denni at work again today. We were working two different shifts that day but they overlapped so we would at least see each other for a little while. I almost put on my work clothes but I looked at my clock again and realized it was only a little after 10 AM, so I just stayed in my pajamas which consisted of a t-shirt and flannel lounging pants. My parents were surprised to see me up and about that early in the morning, which really wasn’t that early, but it was for me. Anyways, after lounging at my computer the entire morning, I figured sleeping probably would’ve been a better use of my time unless my parents needed me to do anything around the house.
When I arrived at work later that day, I found myself stuck in concessions again, but this time on a register. I looked for Denni’s name and saw she was with the ushers. We probably wouldn’t get much time to talk. It was a Saturday, and Saturdays were always busy, so I almost always had customers at my register or she was busy cleaning auditoriums. Although we did get a few short conversations in occasionally when she would come behind concessions for a quick drink break. We shared a bit more about ourselves and that’s when the topic of sex somehow came up. This topic would normally make me uneasy and want to change the subject, but it seemed different now. I felt like I could open up and have a mature conversation with her about it. It was then that I admitted that I was still a virgin, and she admitted she wasn’t. Suddenly, I felt intimidated by her. Despite being two years younger than me, she had more sexual experience. I started wondering what she would think if I ever wound up becoming her boyfriend and eventually having sex with her. What if I couldn’t satisfy her because of my lack of experience? I quickly shunned the thoughts telling myself that she would never consider being my girlfriend, much less have sex with me. I shouldn’t have even been thinking about her like that anyways. She wasn’t just some conquest so I could say, “Yeah, I fucked a really hot Asian chick.” It was time I started thinking about her the same way I treated her, with respect.
The conversations were short, but I enjoyed them. 8:30 rolled around pretty fast and Denni left. I was planning to ask her for her number before she left, but she was out the door before I knew it. I was kinda relieved in that I had more time to think over what I was gonna say. I was really starting to like this girl, and I tend to really fuck up what I’m saying when I talk to girls I like. I tried to think of the best way to ask. I didn’t want it to seem like I was asking her out, but I didn’t just want to say “Hey, what’s your number?”
The rest of the night went by slowly. It was a Saturday night, and the weather outside wasn’t the best, so the theater was pretty busy. My mind was racing between helping the constant flow of customers and thinking about things I can say to Denni without making myself seem creepy. I mean, I had only known her for two days, if I say anything at all that sounds like I’m coming onto her, it was probably gonna creep her out.
A couple hours later it was finally quiet in the lobby. The last movie of the night had started and we were scrambling around to clean things up in concessions. Maybe, just maybe, we would get to go home before midnight if we worked fast enough. I had been cleaning the cabinet doors below the butter dispensers when I heard a familiar laugh. I stood up and looked around the lobby to see if it was who I thought it was, and sure enough, there she was standing at the service desk talking to one of the managers. Denni made her way over to the concessions counter as the manager disappeared into the count room. We made eye contact and waved at each other, but she immediately went over to one of the girls we work with and most likely started gossiping. About what, I didn’t care, so I went back to cleaning the cabinet doors.
Suddenly, I couldn’t help but start wondering if she was talking to that other girl about me. What if she really thought I was annoying or creepy and she was telling this other girl about it? What if she was just talking to me today to be nice and was now starting bad rumors about me? I then realized I had stopped wiping the cabinet and was just sitting there looking like a retard. I shook my head a little and regained my composure. I preferred not to think about those things, so I tried to clear my head. I had been writing a short story based on a video game at the time and kept my notes about it in a little memo pad I kept in my pocket. I took it out and quickly read over the last page I had written, added a few sentences to it, and put it back in my pocket. Success! My thoughts quickly delved deep into the realm of my story as I brewed up ideas for my next chapter.
I finished my last cabinet and set my cleaning supplies on the counter when I overheard Denni talking to the other girl about the website Myspace. I had just made a profile on that site a few weeks earlier, and I decided that would be a great way to keep in contact with her without sounding creepy and asking for her phone number.
“I actually just made a profile on Myspace recently,” I interjected. I didn’t care if I interrupted them or not. I was determined to find a way to talk to Denni outside of work.
“Oh cool!” Denni said. She took a bit of paper from one of the receipt printers and wrote the URL to her profile on it and gave it to me. “Add me as a friend.”
I took the paper and put it in my pocket, “Thanks. I’ll check it out tonight when I get home.” Suddenly, I had an idea, “Do you have AIM?”
“Yeah.”
I took some more of the printer paper and wrote my screenname on it and gave it to her. “I’ll be online tonight when I get home. Put me on your buddy list if you wanna talk later.”
“Thanks.” She took the paper I gave her and just held onto it. I noticed that she didn’t put it into her purse or her pocket, which could’ve meant two things: either she was gonna throw it in the trash as soon as she was out of my sight or that she didn’t want to forget about it or lose it. I chose to think it was the latter.
Denni went back to chatting with her friend and I went off to look for my supervisor to see what else needed to be done before the midnight’s could go home. I now had even more incentive to work fast. I wanted to get a chance to talk to Denni outside of work where it could be just the two of us, with no interruptions and no worries about whether the topic was safe to discuss at work.
Before she left, Denni came over to where I was working and semi-shouted my name to get my attention.
“I’ll talk to you later tonight,” she said with a smile.
I caught a slight twinkle in her eye and smiled back. I half choked on my words and all I could muster was a feeble “Bye…” She waved as she left and I felt my cheeks burn as I blushed and waved back. I was falling for her. I couldn’t explain why, but there was just something about her, something different and exotic that drew me in. Maybe it was her eyes, maybe it was her beauty, or maybe it was just because she was Denni. At that point, I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that I wanted her.