Past Confession. Confession #373

Did I ever tell you, dear readers about the time when I was a cute, sexy and single 26 year-old, working two jobs; the more exciting of the two being at a premier comedy club, where I'd spend my weekends hanging out, drinking with comics and waitstaff after our shifts ended?

Well, dear readers, it was a fun job, let me tell you.

And there was a guy. Fuck. There is always a guy, isn't there?

He was hot. And sexy. He was a few years younger than I at only 21, but dammit, he he had a tongue ring and I had never encountered one of those so *ahem* up close and personally before. Yes, he was the newest and therefore most deliciously desired waiter at the club, and when he took me home after his third night on the job, we fucked continually for more hours than I could ever attempt to remember. Or even desire to remember. Many hours. Lots of hours. Hours upon hours upon hours of fucking hours.

All spent fucking.

Get the idea?

It was incredible. Perhaps some of the most unbridled sex that I had heretofore experienced. I was a woman unleashed from the confines of her sexuality, and I was completely unaware that I had been constrained. I will never forget that night as long as I live. I was enchanted. Entranced. Enamored. Hungry.

And I could barely fucking walk the next day.

But that didn't stop me from going back for more. The next night. And the next. And the next.

Get the idea?

And I would see him at work on the weekends, when we would pretend like we didn't notice each other but we'd be counting the minutes until we could rip each other's clothes off in private. And we'd hang out on occasion during the week, but, I found that I didn't enjoy his company very much when we weren't shoving our tongues down each other's throats. I decided that it was because he was only 21. He was just immature.

When we weren't fucking.

Because the tongue ring?

Oh. My. God.

The boy knew how to use that tongue ring.

Then one Friday night, I went into the club at the start of my shift. There was a buzz swarming 'round, the waitstaff were dishing on the latest gossip- someone had gotten fired.

It turns out it was him.

I wondered why? How? He had such good oral skills, I mean, that tongue ring! However could they have let him go????

Why did he get fired? I asked curiously.

Oh, Sadie, he was underage. He lied about how old he was so that he could work here.

*gulp*

Ummm.... how old is he exactly?

Ehh .... He's only 17. Just a kid.

FUCK.

What is it with me and the young 'uns? Huh?