Katie
Copyright© 2025 by wantsomefun
Chapter 7
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 7 - High school lovers make the agonizing choice of breaking up before going off to separate colleges. Years down the road, there's a reunion. Between a broken marriage and mountainous college debt, plus years of separation, what chance is there of romance blossoming once again? From the well-known author of The Waitress, Sarah, Terror in the Snowstorm, Dad? I Have a Question, The Hunger, and others.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction School Tear Jerker Workplace Cream Pie Oral Sex
“My usual,” Frank said, “a bottle of Bud. I’ll pay for theirs.”
Willis turned to me. “What are you drinking, kid?”
“I’ll have a Budweiser too.”
After the bartender left, Katie said, “No one has to pay my way.”
Frank chuckled. “Girls don’t buy their own drinks.”
“Can we forget all that? I’m someone you work with.”
“I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“I know you are, but it feels like a put-down. I’m not a girl. I’m a woman, a person, and I can pay for my own drink.”
“I bought Ed’s too. If it makes you happy, you can pay the tab next time. Lighten up. I’m a stingy old bastard. I don’t often buy a round, so enjoy it while you can.”
We sipped and talked, Katie and I reminiscing about high school and Frank looking on with amusement. Finally, he chuckled. “You kids didn’t go to the school where I taught, but your stories make you sound like my old students.”
“In what way?” Katie asked.
“They had the same cliques.”
“Katie and I were in the college-prep curriculum in high school. That made us members of the geeky kids’ clique. We carried books around and acted smart. I didn’t hang out with kids who weren’t in our classes. Katie was a geek like me, but she was cool with everyone.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? I like people until they give me a reason not to. I’m not out to win any popularity contests, but a basic rule of life is it’s better to be nice to everybody.”
“How old are you again?” Frank laughed. “The idealism says twelve.”
“I’m twenty-three, two months older than Ed.”
“So you really were his ‘old lady’ back in school.”
She stopped, her glass halfway to her lips, set the drink carefully back down, and turned on her stool to face him. “Frank, you’re thirty-some years older than me. You have seniority at work, you’re training me and writing my evaluations, so I see you as my boss. That means I’m supposed to respect you. In return, I ask you to respect me. I was never his ‘old lady’ or his ‘chick’ or any of that crap. I’m my own person.”
“You can say that again,” he smirked.
“I’m serious, Frank. Yes, I’ll be the first one to admit this job fell in my lap. It was a lucky break, and I took it. Did it help that Cliff Schmidt’s old buddy John knew me and that Ed was my boyfriend in high school? Of course. I’d be a fool to deny it.
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