Chapter 2

Shit, what an arsehole, no message and no text. What a worthless piece of crap, I thought. I didn’t hear from Mike all weekend.

When I went to take my washing off the clothesline the next day, all my panties were missing. I was already rattled by living alone in this neighbourhood, and someone had the nerve to come into my back garden and steal my underwear. My first thought was, was it Mike? I never had this problem before until I sent him a selfie of me in my bra and panties. But I never gave him my address. Has he followed me home from work one day without me knowing? Or was it just due to living in this undesirable suburb, and some teens stole them to jerk off into? It niggled me, but I tried to put it out of my mind and decided to dry my undies inside from now on.

It was back to my dull and dreary life. Up Monday morning and drive through bumper-to-bumper peak-hour traffic to get to work. Some maniac on a motorbike sped up between all the cars, creating his lane. “Dickhead,” I called out through my open window. He turned and looked at me and gave me the finger. Mmm, that’s the best offer I’ve had in months. Fuck, I badly need sex, any sex. It’s been six months or more since I got laid, I thought, smiling to myself ruefully, thinking about motorbike man’s finger. It took me back to when I lost my virginity at sixteen. My guy at the time put one finger up me, and it felt good, then a second, and it felt great, then his cock, wow, so good, and I have worshipped cock since that day. I love having a cock up my pussy, or in my mouth. I’m addicted to them with what they do for me. I could spend all day sucking and swallowing all the cum they gave me, and now nothing. Nothing for so long. I’m so fucking horny. A ‘toot’ behind me snapped me out of my reverie.

The week continued with the same amount of traffic, and that stupid motorbike rider even followed me home one night and gave me the fuck off sign as he sped past me, and still no word from Mike. It was a crap week.

After work on Friday, Sam, Nicky, Mel, and I went to the local pub for a few drinks to unwind, and after a couple of rounds, our tongues began to loosen.

“Hey, Tara, have you noticed how Mr Boros has been looking at you, checking you out every time he walks the floor?” Nicky said provocatively while she ran her hands down the side of her body and pursed her lips.

“Yeah, why don’t you wear a short skirt and see what happens,” Mel added.

The girls had been teasing me about Mr Boros, the store manager, checking me out. He was an absolute dish, so hot. Tall, well-built, and good-looking. And with not getting any sex over the last few months. I was sad and felt down. I didn’t have a lover to return home to and share intimate moments with, unlike my three friends who will get their brains screwed out of them tonight. I longed to be in the arms of a caring man.