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You were the cashier at a record store. It was a bit of a boring job, if no one came in, you'd have to stay slouched over the desk doing nothing. Honestly, it's less boring when someone attempts to shoplift... at least you had something to do.

It was a corner shop at the end of the town, so rarely anyone would come in and it was pretty easy to memorize your usual customers.

It was your regular tuesday morning, you clocked in, still tired and made your way to the cashier desk, shoving past a few co-workers of yours.

For about half an hour, no one came in and all you could do was fiddle with the buttons on the register. The bell on the door rang, making you glance up. It was someone new. You watched him walk around the store, resting your head on your palm.

After a while the guy walked to the desk with a few cds, glancing up to meet your gaze. He quietly slid the cds towards you. Watching as you scanned them and passed them back.

That was your average customer interaction, until he came the next day, the day after that and practically everyday.

At this point, you expected him in the mornings, waiting for the clock to hit 10am so that the bell would ring and he would enter in. But this day he didn't show up...it was odd and for someone you've never had a conversation with, you felt weirdly empty.

But the next day, he did in fact show up, stepping into the store, letting out a soft cough as he knelt down to pick out a few cds. He felt a bit shy feeling someone's eyes on him. He stood up and slowly slid the cds towards you again, tapping his fingers against the desk.

You wondered whether you should speak up..fuck it. "Sick yesterday?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. You almost flinched at your own words, it kinda made you feel like a stalker.

Joe's gaze glanced up at you, clearing his throat. "Uh yeah." He mumbled. "How'd you know?" He asked, tilting his head.

"You never showed up yesterday." You attempted to explain, almost forgetting to scan the cds. It registered in your mind that you needed to pass them back and you scanned the cds and slid them back over to him.

Joe just stared at you, smiling sheepishly. He didn't glance down at the cds as he slid them into his bag.

The next day, when he walked in, he locked eyes with you before anything. He glanced away, looking through the cds. He picked a few out and dropped them down on the desk.

It seemed like he almost wanted to say something, but he was way too hesitant. "I'm Joe." He blurted out, watching you nervously.

You smiled, introducing yourself as you scanned and placed his cds back down for him to take. You watched as he walked out.

Once you had finished your shift in the afternoon, you clocked out and walked out of the store, stepping into the coffee shop beside the record store you worked at. As you glanced around looking for a seat... you spotted Joe?

Curious, you took your seat in front of him.

"hey." You tilted your head.

Joe glanced up, eyebrows raising at the random sight. "oh, uh... hey." He murmured quietly.

It was awkward for a moment, forcing you to think up a question. "so uh... you like music, huh?" you blurted out.

He perked up a bit at that question, he was passionate about his music. "yeah, a lot... kinda in a band.." "want..uh..my number?" He said hesitantly but not nervously.

You exchanged numbers, making him smile. After a while of light conversation, he made an offer; "wanna come over to my house?" He tilted his head. "I mean- no...it's fine if not." He ranted, backtracking if you thought he was moving too fast.

You did, in fact, come over to his house; it was already evening. As you stepped into his living room, you raised an eyebrow at his video game console. You kicked off your shoes as he did. He followed your gaze.

"oh..yeah, that's pretty old. still works though." he mumbled, plugging it in. He handed you a controller, once you sat on the couch, he joined you and that's when you randomly started playing competitive video games. ^^

The saying was right, time does move fast when you're having fun. Cause you barely noticed the dark sky until you felt yourself slowly drifting off to sleep.

Once your eyes fluttered shut and the controller fell from your limp fingers; Joe glanced over, he paused and glanced outside then at the time. Oh. It was late. He looked back over to you, feeling a smile creep up his lips. He didn't know what it was about seeing you asleep, but it made his chest feel a bit warm.

He took the controller from your hands, setting both aside. He switched off the gaming console, grabbing a blanket and laying down beside you. He nervously put an arm over your sleeping form and buried his face in your hair, letting himself drift off to sleep.

The night dragged on, and Joe had never slept better.

The blond boy who loved next door to you was one you kept an eye one - not purposefully, he just seemed to be finding his way into your life most recently.

For a long time he just hadn't been there. Seeing who you presumed to be a parent, trailing around the space you gazed into on the daily, swiping a finger over surfaces and trinkets on low shelves.

Till one day, a random Wednesday afternoon, he returned - it was a surprise to come home to, an odd day for arrival, but no complaints were expressed on your behalf.

You were almost positive he knew you had been gawking into his bedroom window when he'd started the ritual of jerking off with the curtains wide open - no matter the time of day. The most time you had seen him touch himself in one day was six times, like he had nothing better to do on the weekdays - utter boredom.

You had responded to his little movement with your own, drawing back the curtains like him and wearing nothing but cotton panties in the evenings. There was no evidence he had seen but the both of you continued anyway.

You saw this boy out and about - in supermarkets, in shopping centres - and on the rare occasion that you went to them - house parties.

There was always a kerfuffle and a racket coming from downstairs - and he and who you assumed to be his friends were always the cause of it. You never stuck around in the basements - too crowded, too many creeps trying to touch girls in such a confined space. But this time was different - you'd had enough of not even knowing this boys name - this boy who was, to you, just a pervert who jerked himself off like his life depended on it, who was now hopping around a random basement like a rabbit, putting his soul into playing the right chords for his band.

You knew he had noticed you now in the crowd of people - once the two of you had made eye contact he had been making a conscious decision to stay on the side of the room you were on also. Watching the boy who you thought was only interested in pleasuring himself come to life in a whole other way had you aweing.

Soon enough their set was over, and you made the quick decision hurry out of the basement - unaware of the blond boy who had bolted after you.

You had bumped into a friend on the footage upstairs, only making the boy more impatient - hand hovering over your shoulder for a couple of seconds before moving back, only to repeat the gesture. Until your friend pointed him out with uncertain eyebrows. You responded to her look with a satisfied one - successfully getting across your message as she scurried away fast.

You pivoted to face the boy in question - much prettier closer up than from behind dirty glass of the next house.

"Hi. I think we know each other." His voice was more toned down, awkward even, than it had been when he performed - lisp developing when faced with regular conversions. He was sweaty too - profoundly so - the beads of liquid trickled from his forehead to his jaw, silently waiting for the droplets to fall to the floor. "I think we might." You replied vaguely, bringing a hand up to subconsciously chew on the edges of your fingers as you examined him close up, waiting to hear his response in that ungainly tone he held with his lisp.

"I'm-" He paused like there was an audience, an audience waiting for him to say something magnificent with his voice rather than speaking through the strums of his guitar. "Joe- I'm Joe- that is my name." He stated it like he was reminding himself rather than making an introduction.

"Well it's nice to meet you properly." You nodded and gave him your own name in response, which seemed to ease some of the tension stacked on his shoulders - the comfortability becoming evident quickly.

The two of you spoke about his brief time in college - how he wanted to focus on 'the band' and how he saw 'big things' for them. Though neither of you mentioned the ways you had unknowingly, though it was definitely knowingly, exposed yourselves to each other. It was only a brief conversation because of the way he looked at you - in your defense you could have dragged it out a bit longer if he kept his eyes away from your lips, but the only thing you were dragging was Joe by his belt loops - on a lookout for a room people weren't already fucking in.

Joe was babbling behind you - talking to himself, maybe you at moments, but it was hard to tell. Though he was soon shut up when you pushed him into the door of an empty room, his body closing it for you, lips pushing themselves into yours before you had a chance to actually respond to the nonsense he had been spewing.

He was fast - uncoordinated, acting like this life depended on this.

Teeth clashed, broken whimpers coming from below you, and your hands tightened on his neck - not aggressively, just to stabilise yourself and probably him.

"Can i- taste you- please- wanna know what i've seen through your window tastes like-" Joe whined against your lips, his hands trembling on your body from his unusual boldness. He pulled his lips off yours to hide his slowly reddening face, hands rubbing up and down your sides - preoccupying himself for the expectation of rejection.

"I knew you'd seen me, did you look out for me you- pervert?" You gripped the short length of his hair, making him look up at you - being met with wide and watery eyes. He was almost pawing at you.

"I did- i'm so sorry- i know it was wrong-" He mewled, genuine sorrow coating his eyes - you debated feigning a retreat, just to see how he would react but clearly he had already been strung out just to by talking to you.

Joe was quick to fall to his knees the moment you gave him permission, despite how condescending it was, and he was eager. Fumbling with the tight buttons on your jeans before you inevitably had to take over for him, sucking your teeth at his calamity.

Once your jeans were down he was instantly nosing at your underwear - his face plunged into your groin - inhaling, taking it all in. Taking in the pussy he had been jerking off to the thought of for weeks.

"You smell so good- thank you- thank you-" He moaned into you with a rumble, the short and quick vibration teasing your clit.

"Just get on with it- please-" You huffed impatiently, your legs tightening on his shoulders - your secure grid letting you grind your cloth covered self into his face and have him desperately lapping at the fabric in response.

Joe's dry hand slithered between your legs, fingers tearing aside your panties and collecting only a little of the flood of wetness you had produced, slowly rubbing down your folds before his tongue quickly replaced them.

He stick his tongue in you like it contained holy water - digging deep just to suck up it's content. The rhythmic grinding and heavy kissing to your pussy was overwhelming and it made your legs tremble - Joe was taking no time for breathing, leaving you holding your breath just the same. The lack of oxygen teetered you closer to the edge as you noticed how Joe hopelessly palmed at his erection through the layers of clothing. He was a mess - teeth occasionally nipping at your sensitivity with no distinct pattern, his non stop whining going straight to your gut.

Soon enough you were cumming on his tongue - pushing your clit down onto the bridge of his nose, allowing you to not just chase the pleasure, but let him take in all of you.

"You taste even better than I thought- " He groaned, pulling away from the space in-between your legs with a sigh, "And I thought I imagined it pretty well-" He chuckled - his smile left shiny from sweat and your release - and you smiled down at him in response. His blue eyes squinted up at you affectionately, accentuating the toothy side smile.