My Girlfriend Has a Slutty Side

Returning to my hometown for the summer after my freshman year of college is both exciting and depressing. I get to see my family for the first time since winter break and reconnect with all of my friends from high school, but that also means saying goodbye to my college friends for the next three months. Goodbye, last-minute invites to a house party on the other side of town. Hello, putting on the persona of a studious, serious young man for my parents.

"Hey Mom, I'm off to work," I say, shuffling through the kitchen..

"It's really good that they were able to rehire you so quickly for the summer," she replies. I give her a quick hug and head out the door into the garage.

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I arrive at our local grocery store, Power Price, and walk in through the front doors. I worked here in high school but had to quit when I went away for college. Before I left, one of the managers, Ed, told me that if I came back over the summer, they'd rehire me as a seasonal summer member. I needed the cash and I knew I'd be bored out of my mind otherwise, so I jumped at it.

The fluorescent lights hit me with a weird wave of nostalgia, which is odd considering it's only been one year. I make my way through the front end and find Ed coordinating the dozen or so cashiers and baggers.

"Hey Ed, how's it going?" I ask, and offer a handshake.

Ed grips it firmly and gives me one single shake. "Cory! Long time no see. I'm happy you were able to come back. You know how busy our summers get."

He's not wrong. Most of the year, my hometown is a sleepy little place where the big night out is the movies and three hours of talking in the parking lot afterwards. But over the summer, a carnival comes through for weeks, there's a Fourth of July lights show on the lake, parades celebrating the town's history, and so many other random one-off events that seem unimportant but always bring in a crowd.

"Since it's your first day back, I'll just have you bag and push carts outside," Ed says. "Later in the week, I'll have you redo your cashier training and once that's done, you'll be back on the register."

"Sounds good. Let me go clock in and then I'll start helping out," I say.

I walk down the hallway to the clock-in machine and say hello to a team member coming out of the breakroom at the end of the hall. I can see inside as the door starts to close, and who I see makes my heart flutter. Sitting cross-legged on one of the chairs is a cute girl with gorgeous, long, dirty blonde hair, typing away on her phone. The door clicks shut and my window into heaven slams with it.

I consider going in, but I just told Ed I was clocking in, so I do that real quick. Who was that girl? I don't remember her from last year, so she must be new.

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As the shift goes on, I swap between bagging groceries, walking customers to their cars, and collecting carts from the parking lot. After my latest cart run, I come back in and head to the nearest register to help bag. There's no one at the counter, but the light indicating the lane is open is on. Right before I walk over to turn it off, the girl from the breakroom pops up from underneath the counter.

"Oh, hey! Sorry, my ring fell off and I was looking around for it," she says.

"Did you find it?" I ask.

"Yes! I was afraid it might've rolled super far, but it was right there, thankfully... oh, we have a customer. Hi! Did you find everything okay?"

I am in love.

As she turns to the customer, I get a good look at her. She's an ivory-toned, petite woman, maybe 5'3", and her hair actually falls to her butt. Speaking of, it's the most perfect, peach-shaped ass I've ever seen. When she turns back and starts bagging, I get a good look at her face. She has the cutest button nose and beautiful brown doe eyes, but easily her best feature is her thousand-watt smile that rounds out her face perfectly.

"Oh, hey, is there something on my face?" she asks as she starts to reach towards her mouth. Shit. I was staring so hard.

"Oh, no, um... I worked here last year and I don't remember seeing you. Are you new?"

"Yes! I started about four months ago, so that's probably why we didn't run into each other. My name is Alyssa," she says, pointing at her name tag.

"Cory," I say, and point at mine. I offer a handshake and she accepts. Her hand is so soft that I almost don't let go.

For the rest of the shift, I use every chance I get to ask her small questions. Did we go to the same high school? Yes. Is she going to college? Yes, the community college in the next town over. What major? Blah blah blah. What I really want to ask is if she's single, but that feels much too early. I leave that day daydreaming about taking her on a date, spending time with her, hugging her, kissing her.

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Her legs wrap around my waist and squeeze as I thrust inside her. I prop myself up on my hands and fuck her at a steady rhythm while I look down. Alyssa's eyes are closed and she's holding her moans in, but with every stroke she lets out a small whimper. I create some space between us and pull out until only the tip is inside her. I look down the length of our bodies and see most of my shaft slick with her juices. Then I look back up at her.

"Look down there. Watch it go in you. Watch what it looks like when you take all of me," I whisper.

She tilts her head down to watch, and as soon as she does, I start pounding into her with the full length of my dick. This time, her moans escape her.

"That's right, baby. You're being such a good girl for me. You take it so well," I say.

She responds with more moaning. I keep the rhythm up until I feel a sensation building deep in my dick. An orgasm.

"Baby, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm--"

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My iPhone alarm sounds off and drags me out of my ridiculously realistic sex dream. God damn it. It's been one day and I'm already having sex dreams about this girl. I turn the alarm off and kick the blankets away. As I roll out of bed, I feel a wetness in my pajama pants. I look down and see a big wet spot in the groin area. Fantastic. Not only am I having sex dreams, I'm having wet dreams. I head straight to the bathroom to shower. I am going to start my day with some semblance of normalcy.

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Over the next month, I get back into the swing of things at Power Price. Customers come and go, busy periods ebb and flow, and I keep a nice, casual work friendship going with Alyssa. But now I'm ready to make a move.

At the end of my next shift, I clock out and go buy some groceries for my mom. When I get to the front end, I go straight to Alyssa's line.

"Oh, you're off already?" she asks, scanning my groceries.

I take my usual spot at the end of the register and start bagging my own stuff. "Yeah, it was a long day. When do you get off?"

"I have another four hours, unfortunately. At least it's been busy! Helps the time go by fast." She blinds me with her smile. "That'll be $74.50."

I tap my card on the payment machine. Okay. This is it. Ask for her phone number. Do it. Do it.

"Hey, um, I was wondering if I could get your phone number?" I murmur.

Alyssa hands me the receipt. "Oh, yeah, of course, dude! Here's my number." She takes it back and writes it on the other side.

That was... really easy? Why was it that easy? Does she like me too? Wait, no. We've been talking at work for a month straight in a very friendly way. She probably thinks I just want to be friends. I mean, I do, but I also want to be her boyfriend.

I take the receipt and look back down the lane. No other customers. She tilts her head and furrows her brow. "What's up?"

"Well, I just want to be clear. I'm asking for your number because I'd like to take you on a date. I didn't want you to be surprised by that," I stammer.

Alyssa rolls her eyes. She's so cute. "Duh, that's why I gave it to you. Text me and I'll text you back when I get off."

I nod and smile before I head out of the store. Yes, yes, yes! I can't believe that worked. She gets off in four hours, so if I text her now it looks desperate. I'll wait until I'm home and let a good twenty minutes pass. That's a reasonable amount of time. Okay. Let's go home.

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I unload the groceries in the kitchen. My mom walks in and gives me a side hug. "How was work today?"

"Long, but nothing too crazy. I'm a little tired, so I'm going to shower and lie down for a bit," I say.

"Okay. Thanks for picking up the groceries, sweetie!"

I go into my room and type in Alyssa's number. I save it as Alyssa with a heart emoji. Then I erase the heart emoji. I tap Send New Message and type: Hey it's Cory! Hope you have a great rest of your shift. I send it.

Four hours go by and I finally get a response.

A: Hey! Yeah it got way busy there towards the end but I'm finally free! Woo!

She's so cute. We trade a few more texts, but since it's around 11 p. m., she calls it a night. I do the same shortly after.

The next morning, I take my sweet time rolling out of bed. I have the day off, so I plan to just hang around the house. On my phone, I see her last message: Good night! I'm heading to bed now. I have to be at work a bit early. It's 9 a. m. now. I send a text: Good morning! Hope you slept well! When is your shift?

As I wait for her reply, I set my phone face down on my desk like it's a bomb that might go off. I have no plans and no reason to check it every ninety seconds. I check it anyway. I make my bed. I check it. I eat a bowl of cereal standing in the kitchen with the phone next to the bowl, staring at me. Nothing.

Around 10:40am, it buzzes against the counter and I nearly launch my cereal across the room.

A: Sorry! Just got my break lol. I'm here from 8-2 today. Do you have the day off?

C: Yeah, currently doing absolutely nothing. Also, I realized I should tell you the plans for our date.

The three dots appear, disappear, and appear again.

A: Do you have a plan in mind already or are you making it up right now?

C: Definitely making it up right now.

A: lol at least you're honest. Ok what are the options?

C: Dinner, a movie, or both.

A: Movie. Dinner is too much talking and I feel like I always ramble about things no one wants to hear

C: Movie it is. Are you free tomorrow night?

A: I'm off at 4 tomorrow so yes!! There's that new alien invasion one everyone online says is terrible. I kind of want to see how terrible.

C: It's a date then.

A: It's a date. My break's over. Go do something productive, Cory ;)

I lie back on my bed and stare at the ceiling with the dumbest grin on my face. I have a date with Alyssa.

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The next evening, I change my shirt three times. The first is too formal, like a job interview. The second looks like I'm trying too hard to look casual. The third is a plain gray t-shirt with my nicest jeans, and I lock it in before I lose my mind entirely.

I'm fixing my curls in the hallway mirror when my mom walks by with a laundry basket and stops. "You're dressed up to go to the movies?"

"This is a t-shirt."

"It's a very nice t-shirt. Who's the friend?"

"Just someone from work."

"Mhm," she says, with the smile only a mother can pull off. "Have fun, sweetie."

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I get to the theater twenty minutes early, which is exactly what I told myself I wouldn't do. At 7:10pm, a little silver sedan pulls in a few spots down from mine and my stomach does a slow flip.

Alyssa steps out and I forget how to use my face.

I've only ever seen her in the Power Price polo. Tonight she's in jeans that hug her hips like they were made for her and a fitted black top with a scooped neckline that shows off her collarbones. Her dirty blonde hair is down for once, and she tucks a strand behind her ear as she walks up. No makeup except a little eyeliner that makes those brown doe eyes look even bigger. Then she smiles and sun radiates from her and I'm done for.

"Hey, you! You're not wearing a polo. It's so weird."

"Neither are you," I say, which is somehow the best I can do. "You look really pretty."

She blushes and looks down at her shoes. "Thanks. You look good too. Very... gray."

"I was going for not too formal."

"It's working," she laughs, and steps in for a quick hug. I catch a whiff of something soft and fruity, her shampoo maybe. I hold on for one second longer than a friend would, and she doesn't pull away right away either.

Inside, I buy the tickets before she can get her wallet out, and she gives me a look like I've committed a crime. "Fine. But I'm getting the popcorn." I follow her to the concession stand and try very hard not to stare at her ass as she walks ahead of me. I fail. It's every bit as perfect in jeans as it is in Power Price khakis.

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The theater is only a third full when we file in. The seats we chose were in the back third, right in the middle. I sit on her left with the popcorn bucket balanced on the armrest between us. Every time I reach for a handful, my hand bumps hers. The first time, we both mutter "sorry." The second time, she laughs quietly and doesn't move.

The movie is, as promised, terrible. Twenty minutes in, a character says something so ridiculous that Alyssa leans over and whispers, "Did he really just say that?" right in my ear. Her breath is warm against my neck and I have to clench my jaw to stay focused on the screen.

After that, we can't stop. She whispers a joke about the general's haircut, I whisper one about the scientist who keeps overexplaining things nobody asked about, and every time, she leans closer. By the halfway point, her shoulder is pressed against mine and her knee rests against my leg. I don't move mine away. Neither does she.

When the main character delivers a final speech so cheesy that I feel second hand embarrassment, Alyssa buries her face in my shoulder, shaking with laughter. I can feel her whole body vibrate against me. I stay very, very still.

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When the credits roll, she wipes a tear from the corner of her eye. "Okay, that was so bad."

"He had a speech," I say.

"I know! I'm still recovering from the speech."

We walk out into a parking lot where the night air is still warm and most of the cars are gone. The lamp posts hum overhead. Alyssa's arm brushes mine with every step.

"I'm really glad I came," she says. "I honestly didn't know if it would be awkward. Work friends going on a date could've gone either way." She glances over and smiles. "It went the good way."

"Yeah," I say, my heart pounding. "It did."

She leads us toward the far end of the lot where her silver car sits under the one flickering light, and I spend the whole walk trying to figure out how to end the night without ending it. We stand outside her car in the empty movie theater lot. We've "accidentally" brushed against each other all night, so I casually place my right hand on her hip and pull her in for a hug.

"Thanks for coming out tonight. The movie was kinda bad, but I enjoyed being able to chat with you about it," I say, and give a small chuckle.

She smiles. "No, thank you! This was fun."

Alyssa sinks into me a little more and looks up. Does she want to kiss? I lean in, and she doesn't turn away. Our lips touch for a brief peck, and I pull back slightly. Her eyes are still closed. Does she want more? I lean back in and kiss her deeper. She parts her lips and starts working my bottom lip, and I answer with her top lip, back and forth. Her lips are so soft, and I can taste vanilla chapstick. I pull away.

"Do you think we can get in the backseat? Making out in the open like this is kinda weird."

Alyssa doesn't say anything, but she unlocks the car and opens the rear door. I climb in and slide across, and she follows and closes the door behind her. I pull her close, my left hand on her hip and my right moving up her back. This time, I bring some tongue. She answers, and our kisses get heavier and sloppier, both of us breathing hard through our noses. My left hand slides down to squeeze her ass and my right goes under her shirt. I massage her boob over her bra while her fingers trace the back of my neck and down my spine. Her touch is electric. I lean into her until we're lying across the back seat and I push my tongue into her mouth.

Before I can pull it back, she wraps her lips around it and starts to suck. I've never been kissed like that. I pull back and sit up straight.

"Alyssa, I'm really horny."

"What do you want me to do?", she says with a sly smile.

"Would you give me head?", I ask sheepishly.

She sits up, hair disheveled and face flushed. "Yeah, as long as you finger me," she says, smiling. She lies back, kicks off her shoes, and starts to unbutton her jeans. I hook my fingers in the waistband as she lifts her hips, and I pull her pants and panties off. She's shaved, and I can already see how wet she is.

Alyssa sits up on her knees. "Your turn."

I unbutton my pants and shove them down to my ankles. My dick is hard, a bead of pre-cum shining on the tip. I never think about my size until I'm with a woman, but I feel really confident about my seven inches right about now.

She leans over on all fours and kisses the tip. With her body stretched across mine and her ass in the air, all I have to do is reach over. I run my middle finger up her slit to coat it, then rub gently on her clit as she kisses my dick.

She opens her mouth and takes the tip in, so I slide my middle finger in half way and make small circular motions. Her lips glide gently down my dick while her tongue flicks the underside of my head. Right when I get comfortable, she takes more of me and speeds up. I look down and see she's swallowed just about half. I match her and slide more of my finger inside. She's insanely wet and takes it easily. As she speeds up on me, I speed up on her. For the next few minutes, all you can hear is my soft moans, her muffled ones, and the wet sounds of us pleasuring each other.

Once I find a rhythm, I put my right hand on the back of her head and grab a fistful of hair. She takes note. Her left hand comes up to cover what her mouth can't reach, and she pulls off, spits down my shaft, spreads it with her palm, and goes back down. I've gotten blowjobs before, but this is magical. Her tongue, lips, and hand twist and tighten and slide in ways I didn't know were possible. The feeling is so overwhelming that I stop fingering her and just leave my finger inside her. I lay my head back against the headrest and close my eyes.

"Alyssa, don't stop, please don't stop," I moan through my teeth.

On cue, Alyssa takes it up a notch. She grips tighter with her hand, twisting it around the base of my shaft, and lets her spit fall from her mouth down my dick so her hand has something to work with. She twists her lips as she bobs her head, so I get a similar twisting feeling from her mouth but going the opposite direction. The softness of her lips feels unlike anything I've experienced before. Her tongue swirls in the same direction as her hand, quick flicks over the tip and a slow drag underneath.

"Like that, that feels so good," I cry out.

She stops swirling and holds her tongue flat under the head, letting the motion of her bobbing do the rest. I am in heaven. It doesn't last long. I feel the heat rising and explode in her mouth. Alyssa stays down for a minute, making sure she has all of it, and I hear her swallow. She comes up for air, looks at me, and opens her mouth. Nothing is in there.

I kiss her, more passionately than I have all night. I can taste the aftertaste of my cum and I don't care. I need more of her.

Alyssa pushes me back against the seat. "Hold on, it's really hot in here and I need to catch my breath." She rolls the window down while I look around. The windows are all fogged up, my pants are around my ankles with my dick slowly deflating, and her pants are completely off with her pussy out for anyone to see.

"Maybe we should get dressed and leave before someone calls the cops on us?"

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea."

We both get dressed quickly and climb out. I give her a hug and another kiss, and she pulls away.

"Is something wrong?" I ask.

"No, it's just... most guys I've done that for didn't kiss me afterwards."

Most guys? How many guys did she do this with? I think about asking, but I want to play it cool and make sure she's comfortable. "Well, I'm not like most guys," I say, and pull her back in. "I'm sorry I didn't get you off. I was really distracted."

Alyssa smiles at me. "Sounds like you owe me a second date." She gets into her car and rolls down the window. I lean in and give her one more kiss before she drives off. I stand there, dazed and in ecstasy, before I walk over to my car.

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I drive home with the windows down and the radio off, replaying everything at every red light. My dick has been at half-mast the entire way, and by the time I pull into the garage, it's fully hard again, straining against my jeans.

The house is dark. Mom's bedroom door is closed and I can hear the low murmur of her TV. I tiptoe down the hall, slip into my room, and lock the door behind me. Then I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at the bulge in my pants. I should shower. I should be a normal person and go to sleep. Instead I lie back, unbutton my jeans, and pull out my dick.

Right when I finish, I see my phone light up with a text.

A: Home safe! Thank you for tonight :)

And then, a second later: Don't forget, you owe me a second date.

I stare at the screen with a huge grin.

C: Thursday? And this time I actually have a plan in mind.