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“Hey, Carmy, where’s the-” Your words die on your lips when you open the door to the office to find your coworker Richie completely naked. You get an eyeful before turning around and scream, “What the fuck, Richie!?”
“What? The fuck you come barging in here for? Doesn’t anybody knock?”
“Why are you naked?”
“Cause I fuckin’...overslept and didn’t have time to change.” His words are punctuated with the sound of struggle as he puts his clothes on.
“Why didn’t you change in the fucking bathroom?” you ask, looking over your shoulder when you think it’s safe. Richie is finally dressed and gives you a shrug.
“Sweeps blew it up, I didn’t want, you know, you to have to peel my dead body off the floor from the fumes.”
“Oh my fucking god. You couldn’t have, like, worn underwear or something, make it a little less scarring?” You cross your arms over your chest.
“Uh, no, didn’t wear underwear.” He winks at you, bumping your cheek with his fist gently as he passes you. You hear him yell jovially with the others and let out a deep breath.
“Hey, Chef, have you cut the potatoes yet?” Sydney asks, walking up behind you.
“Huh? Oh, um, I’m doing it right now, Chef, sorry,” You push past her before she can even ask. You wash your hands and get started on the potatoes, largely ignoring everything else that is going on around you. Carmy snaps his fingers in front of your face and you turn.
“Hey, Richie said you needed to talk to me, what’s up?”
“Oh, uh, nothing. Never mind.” You shake your head.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, no, I forgot, honestly,” you reply.
“Okay, well, I’ll be in my office.”
Office…
All you can think about is seeing Richie standing there, completely naked. You only glanced for a second until your brain registered what it was seeing. You feel your face heat up as you nervously glance around. No one else seems to know what happened. It’s business as usual.
You finish the potatoes and tell Carmy you’re going to take a break. It’s too hot and your mind is wandering. You don’t tell him where it’s wandering.
You go out the back door and find a spot to sit.
“Hey, S’goin’ on?” Richie asks through the cigarette between his teeth.
“Fuck.” You jump, startled for the second time today.
“Want one?” He offers the pack to you. You shake your head, pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “Cute little getup you have on.”
“It’s just my uniform, Richie.”
“Well, yeah, but I mean…your bandana…matches the shirt,” He shrugs, pointing to the blue bandana you had tied like Rosie the Riveter, that did in fact match the blue Beef t-shirt you have on with the sleeves rolled up. “You look like you’re gonna beat my ass. You probably could.”
He chuckles and ashes his cigarette in front of him. You look around the backlot of The Beef and side eye Richie, looking a little lower than you normally would.
“Didn’t wear underwear.”
You catch yourself staring, before he does, luckily, and look away.
“Guys, family’s up.” Sydney calls.
“Fuck yeah, I’m starving.” Richie jumps up and stomps out his cigarette. You follow him inside to the dining room where everybody is already finding seats for family meal. Because they called you in, of course, the last places to sit are together. You sit next to Richie and try to act like nothing's wrong as you dig into the food. You can’t help but look again, trying to be discreet when Richie leans back in his chair. You didn’t expect it from him, but he’s certainly…impressive in that area.
“You okay?” Richie asks, putting his hand on your back.
“Oh, uh, yeah, I’m fine.” you reply, hoping it looks like you just spaced out and are not trying to get another glimpse of his cock.
The day progresses as usual and at the end of it, you don’t know what to do with yourself. Richie’s older than you and up until recently he was married. And you’d never really looked at him like that either. You thought he was cute, sure, but you never like seriously thought about it. You try to shake it off. It’s just a temporary crush because you saw him intimately, it’s nothing to even worry about.
Over the next few days though, you can’t help noticing all the cute things he does or laughing a little louder when he makes a stupid ass joke or the concentration on his face when he’s fixing something that Fak can’t. You take a deep breath and grab Sydney’s arm.
“Where are you going?” Carmy calls.
“I need to talk to Sydney, girl things, just give us like two minutes, please.” you say as you drag her outside.
“What is going on with you? You’ve been very distracted seems like-”
“I saw Richie’s dick.” You cut her off, throwing your hands up to punctuate the admission.
“Wait, what? How?”
“The other day, he was changing in Carmy’s office, and he didn’t lock the door and I went to find Carmy and I just…saw…”
“Ok, wow,” Sydney blinks in surprise. “Is that why you’ve been, like, staring at him?”
“Wait, you noticed that?”
“Yeah, we all kinda did. We wondered if you two had hooked up.”
“No! We haven’t- Ugh- I just…I thought it would just go away, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“So, is he, y’know, big?”
“It’s not bad.” you admit.
“Well, I think you should have sex with him.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I mean, you can’t stop thinking about it because your brain doesn’t have closure. You saw his sex organ, you want to know what it’s like to have sex with him, so have sex with him.”
“Don’t fucking call it that, Jesus Christ,” you mumble, kicking a rock. “How do I even go about asking him? ‘Hey Richie, I saw your dick and now I really want it inside me.’”
“That could work.”
“Guys, how much longer? We got a lot to prep.” Carmy pops his head out the back door.
“Coming.” Sydney replies, raising her eyebrows at you. You pull your lower lip between your teeth as you contemplate what to do.
When you go home, Sydney’s words are still echoing in your mind. You eat and shower and climb into bed, still turning over the conversation. It’s finally ten pm when you decide to text him. It makes your stomach hurt and you don’t know why. It’s Richie.
Still, you pick at the skin on your thumb as you anxiously wait for a reply to your awkward “Hey” text.
What’s up?
Something wrong?
No
I just wanted to know what you’re up to.
Just hanging out.
Why?
Would you maybe want to come over?
He doesn’t respond for several minutes and it makes you nervous.
Sure. Be over in ten.
Cool.
You sit up and look around your room, suddenly aware of clothes on the floor and things out of place. You get up in a frenzy to make your life look more put together than it is then stop yourself. It’s Richie. You don’t need to impress him. You finish your light cleaning, since you started it anyway and then go to open the door when you hear the knock.
“Hey, uh, come in.”
“What’s up? You never invite me over,” he says when he walks in. He’s wearing jeans for once and it throws you off, along with the button down he has on. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him in anything but The Beef merch. He somehow looks cleaner too.
“Were you on a date?” you ask, completely ignoring his question as you lead him over to the couch.
“Oh, uh, yeah, just leaving it before you text.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”
“Nah, it’s okay. It wasn’t gonna go anywhere.” he shrugs. “So, uh, what’s up? Why’d you want to hang out?”
“Um, well, okay, so you know how I, like, saw you naked the other day? Whatever. I just…I have this like stupid crush on you now and I thought it would go away but it hasn’t, and I just think we should have sex.” The ending to the sentence comes out in a rush and you’re not sure if it even makes sense. You’re worried that’s the case when Richie blinks at you.
“What?” he laughs, tilting his head in confusion.
“Yeah, I mean, that’s what Sydney said.”
“You told Sydney about this?”
“Well, I didn’t know what else to do!” you reply. He laughs again.
“Let me get this straight. Seeing my dick got you so hot and bothered you have, like, a crush on me and want to fuck?”
“My brain needs closure or whatever Sydney said.” you grumble, annoyed that you’ve stroked his ego.
“Okay, well, I mean, I’m down.”
“Really?”
“A hot girl is asking me for sex, do you really think I’m going to say no?”
“You think I’m hot?”
“Fuckin’ stop it. You know how hot you are, look at you.”
“I mean, thanks,” you laugh, embarrassed at how he’s looking at you. He gets your attention by touching your face gently and you look at him. He leans in and captures your lips in a kiss. You weren’t sure if you were going to like it, but you immediately climb into his arms, straddling his legs with yours.
You sit there on his lap, making out for a few minutes before he pulls away.
“So, um, do you want to do it right here or you got like a bedroom or something?” he asks. You laugh and point to your bedroom. He slides his arms under your thighs and picks you up easily. You squeal at the sensation of being lifted in the air and cling to him. He grins, amused at your reaction as he enters your bedroom and plops you on the bed. You sit up and reach for his belt while he lifts your pajama shirt over your head. He tosses it aside and lets you undo his belt. He unbuttons his shirt and drops it. When you finally get his belt undone, he shimmies out of his jeans and you giggle, seeing his underwear.
“Yeah, I’m wearing underwear today,” he says, seeing you eyeing him. He pushes you back on the bed and yanks your shorts off easily. He spreads your legs and lowers his head between them. “Look at you.” he murmurs, tentatively licking your labia. It sends a shiver through your spine as he dives in. It doesn’t take you long to cum from the way his tongue swirls around your clit, but even when you announce your orgasm, he doesn’t stop. He adjusts you on the bed so he can comfortably lay between your legs, but he continues sucking on your clit. He slides a hand between your legs to probe at you with two fingers as his tongue works your sensitive nub. His fingers easily slide inside you, curling upwards slightly.
“Fuck, Richie, oh my god,” you moan loudly, writhing around at the overstimulation until you cum again on his fingers. He pulls his fingers out and sucks them clean then crawls between your legs.
“Do you have condoms or…” He trails off.
“Oh, um,” you turn on your side to look in your nightstand drawers. It’s been a while since you’ve had a guy over and before that you had a long-term boyfriend that you didn’t use condoms with. “I actually don’t…have any.” you tell him.
“Oh, well, fuck.”
“I’m on birth control,” you add.
“Okay, yeah, cool. Um, are you cool if I just…go for it?” he asks. You nod.
“Yeah, yeah, please,” you answer quietly. He grins and leans over you, putting his hand on the top of your head.
“Look at you saying please. Please what?” he teases, placing soft kisses on your face.
“Please fuck me, Richie,” you mumble.
“Huh? Can’t hear you.” he shrugs, sitting back.
“Please fuck me, Richie. I want you to fuck me.” Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, but it seems to satisfy him as he brings your legs around his hips after taking off his underwear, adding it to the pile of clothes on your floor. You didn’t get a glimpse of Richie’s cock this time, but he’s definitely thick you determine as he slides inside you.
“That good, sweetheart?” he murmurs when he’s fully sheathed inside you. You whimper at being stretched like this. “You okay?”
You just nod. He caresses you, keeping you close when he begins to thrust. After a few thrusts you cum on his cock. He’s not even close to being done, easily pulling you on top of him and positioning you how he wants. You feel like his toy, but you kind of love it. He finishes with a grunt, thrusting all the way into you. You whimper as he hits your cervix, hoping to god your birth control works as he fills you.
He pulls out slowly and holds you in his arms. You relax on top of him, suddenly cold as the sweat on your body starts to evaporate. You roll off him and climb under your blanket, lifting it up to let him under. He scoots under the blanket and cuddles you, kissing your face softly and just holding you.
“You see Carm’s face today?” he asks.
“Which time? When Fak made a bra out of the ice cream cones or when you dropped that sandwich?” you tease.
“I thought he was gonna have an aneurysm,” Richie laughs. “But Fak got a sandwich. So everyone wins.”
“You’re lucky it was wrapped. If I had to remake it, I’d have your ass.”
“Looks like you already do have my ass.” he grins, leaning in to kiss you again.
The conversation dies out as he kisses you. You cling to him, wanting to get closer.
“I can go again, if you want…” he says slyly.
“Oh, absolutely.”
You don’t even know what time it is when you pass out. After the second round and half of a third, you are exhausted. You snuggle close into Richie’s arms as you fall asleep, content. Richie watches you sleep for a while then kisses your head and slides out of bed, being careful not to wake you.
He gets dressed and leaves, making sure your door is locked.
The next morning, it felt like a dream. You’re so comfortable and warm as you roll over in your bed. As you wake up, you remember the events of the night before. Was it a dream? You roll over to find your bed empty. You’re naked though, and you never sleep naked, so it definitely wasn’t a dream. Maybe he’s in the bathroom. You get up and put your robe on, then check the bathroom and then the kitchen. Both empty.
Surely he must have a good reason for just leaving in the middle of the night after…after that . You’re a little bit mad that he’s so good in bed. You lost track of the number of orgasms you had, the last one basically put you to sleep.
You eat breakfast and take a shower, then get ready for work. You’re unsure of what you’re going to say to him.
You’re close to The Beef and it’s a nice day so you walk to work. When you get inside, Richie is at the register talking to Carmy.
“Morning,” you mumble, passing him.
“Morning.” Richie replies.
“I’m sorry, what the fuck happened last night?” You turn on your heel to look at Richie. He’s wearing his usual color block Beef t-shirt and track pants.
“What?”
“Why’d you just leave?”
“It was just sex, I didn’t think you needed me to stick around.” he shrugs. Carmy groans, looking at the both of you. He mumbles something about needing a smoke and walks away.
“I wanted you to.”
“Look, sweetheart, did you get it out of your system? You don’t have to pretend like you like me or something, you got what you wanted. Now, if you want to make a regular thing out of this, I would be willing to consider it. But you don’t have to pretend like you want something more.”
“Are you- I- You’re fucking-” You can’t force yourself to finish any of your statements as tears well up in your eyes. You walk away without a word. You exit out the back, not even bothering to put your bag away and plop on a cinderblock by the backdoor.
“So, you fucked Richie?”
“Carmy, goddammit,” you jump at his voice. “Yeah…”
“Finally.”
“What do you mean?” you ask.
“Well, you’ve been eyeing him for days. We figured if you hadn’t fucked already that you were going to.”
“Yeah, well, it may have been a mistake.” you mumble. Carmy takes a drag off his cigarette and looks around.
“Is he that bad?”
You laugh, wiping your eyes quickly. “No, no the opposite. He’s really good. Like…I’ve never had someone so attentive and caring and-” you cut yourself off.
“So, what’s the problem exactly?”
“He left in the middle of the night. No text or note to tell me why he left and then he’s talking about how I don’t have to pretend that I want something more.”
“Might be good for him to get laid regularly. I don’t care either way as long as you both work and leave the drama outside.”
Carmy finishes his cigarette and heads inside, telling you to wrap up your little pity party quickly. You stand up, about to head inside when the back door opens and Sydney steps out.
“What happened?” she asks. “I asked if you were here, Richie said I’d find you out here. Did you…?”
“Yeah, last night.”
“And?”
“It was…amazing. And I feel like I ruined things and oh my god, maybe I do want something more with him.”
Sydney hugs you as you begin to cry, thoughts swirling in your head. You’ve always had a fun, casual relationship with Richie. There was definitely some underlying sexual tension between the two of you so maybe this was inevitable. Sydney comforts you as you tell her what Richie said and when you regain your composure, you finally go inside to get started with work.
“Just get started on the jus. I’ll be right there,” she says. Sydney walks to the front and stops at the register where Richie is leaning, talking to Fak.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“A lot of things. Can you be more specific?”
“You sleep with a girl and then just leave? Not only that, you try to tell her how she’s supposed to feel about it?”
“Look, Sydney, you don’t understand. She just wanted closure or whatever bullshit you told her. She just wanted to fuck, that’s it.”
“Really? Then why is she so upset? You’re being a dick.” Sydney turns around and storms away before Richie can get another word in.
After work, you head out without saying goodbye to anyone, especially Richie. You just want to put on your pajamas and cry in peace. You kept going over and over the events, thinking you must have done something wrong to make him feel that way. You want to let it go, but you can’t. Your favorite part wasn’t the sex or even the multiple orgasms. It was the way he held you and caressed you. The way he made you laugh and how natural it felt to have him snuggled against you. But if he doesn’t want that, then fine.
You shower the grease off your body then get dressed. You pop a TV dinner into the microwave and wait for it to heat up. Finally, you get to sit down with the dinner still half cold, but at this point you don’t care. You want to eat and go to bed.
You’re laying on the couch, watching TV, not paying attention to anything on the screen when you hear a knock at your door. You get up and look through the peephole.
“Richie?”
You open the door to find Richie standing at your door looking sheepish.
“Hey. I just wanted to come by, um, Syd tore into me earlier-”
“I heard.” You cross your arms.
“Look, I’m sorry for leaving like that. And I’m sorry for assuming that you just wanted sex and trying to tell you how to feel about it.”
“Go on.”
“I honestly couldn’t believe it when you texted me. Even more couldn’t believe that you wanted to sleep with me. Like, you. Like look at you. You’re young and hot. You could have any guy you want and I guess I just…didn’t want to get hurt. I assumed you wouldn’t want to do it again. And I assumed you didn’t want more out of it.”
“You know what they say about people who assume.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know you had a good time last night. Admit it, come on.” he grins, leaning into your doorway with one arm.
“I did. I really did.”
“Got you to cum like what, five times?”
“Would have been six if I didn’t pass out,” You can’t help but give a small grin. “Richie, I’m sorry that I brought up the idea of us hooking up the way I did. I shouldn’t have made it seem like I wanted closure of my crush on you.”
“Can I come in?” he asks.
You nod and let him in, shutting the door. He pulls you into a deep kiss.
“So, you really do have a crush on me?” he teases, biting at your lower lip.
“Oh, definitely.”
“I can live with that. Wanna go in there and beat our record?”
You don’t answer, wrapping your arms around his neck. He takes that for an answer, picking you up and carrying you to your room, kicking the door shut behind him.