Page 39 of Kayden: The Past
“So, Kayden, when do you start working?” Sal asked as he grabbed a handful of peanuts from the bowl.
“Tomorrow, actually.” Not a moment too soon. I swear I was about to lose my shit in this town with nothing to fill my days.
“That’s excellent, son. Good luck.”
“Thanks, Sal. I can’t wait to get back to work.”
The chatter from the table filled the room. Everyone started talking about their past jobs and how happy they were to be retired. I couldn’t imagine sitting around all day with nothing to do. The last couple of weeks had been torture. I couldn’t imagine an endless series of days that held nothingness with no end in sight.
I finished my beer and said good-bye. I needed to get some rest and be ready to work my ass off in the Florida sunshine tomorrow. I was excited, like a kid for the first day of school. The shiny newness would wear off eventually, but for now, I’d ride the high.
I didn’t need to go through training, just a quick rundown on how they handle paperwork. I had enough experience under my belt in St. Louis that the boss felt comfortable sending me out on my own the first day. Thankfully, he scheduled me only half a load to get day one under my belt. It was uneventful and went smoothly. I was good at my job and learned the little tricks to make life easier. Some people did everything the hard way, the longest way possible to cut down on their work, but I wanted more. I wanted to have the most jobs possible booked in a day. I called the office after each install to check in and give my work order. A sexy voice answered the phone each time. “This is Jennifer, what’s your number?” I’d rattle off the digits and all the details, but into our third phone call of the day, it turned into chitchat. “You can text me the information too if it’s easier for you.”
I hated having to wait on hold. It was a colossal waste of my time. “That would be great, Jennifer. Same number?”
“No, take down this number and put it in your phone. It’s my private line. A couple of the techs send me the info that way. It’s easier on everyone and quicker, too.”
“Thanks. I got it. I’ll send my last one through text.”
“No problem. Bye.” She said the bye in a sultry voice that caused my cock to twitch. I wondered what she looked like. The girls who worked the tech line didn’t work in our warehouse but in another location offsite. I’d never have a chance to run into her without a reason. I finished my last job and texted in the activation code to Jennifer to close out my day without waiting on hold.
Over the next couple of weeks, Jennifer and I began texting beyond activation codes and confirmations. The texting started innocently, but over time it led to flirtation.
Jennifer: One week and I finally get to meet you.
The company Christmas party was coming up, and I’d finally lay eyes on Jennifer. Flirting on the phone with a faceless person was easier when you had your own mental picture of their face and body.
Me: Why haven’t you sent me a picture?
Jennifer: I can’t do it on my phone. Hey, are you on Facebook?
What the hell was Facebook? I’d never heard of it before. I’d been so immersed in my own little world I often missed some of the newer things out there.
Me: What’s that?
Jennifer: It’s a website. I have a profile on there. You can see pictures of me.
I’d been told by some of the guys in the office that she was good-looking, but I wouldn’t believe it until I saw her with my own eyes. I rarely trusted the judgment of others when it came to women because my standards were usually higher. Although, it had been longer than I could remember since I’d had my cock in someone. Danielle was the last girl I fucked, and I needed to move past her and open up a new world of possibilities. I needed to get on my game and live life like I did pre-Danielle.
Me: I’ll check you out when I get home tonight. ;)
Jennifer: I’ve got to get back to work, hit me up on there later.
Me: Will do, J.
I hoped that her picture matched the vision in my head. I almost forgot to look her up that night, but she texted me when she didn’t hear from me.
Me: I’m signing up now. Be patient with me. I’ve haven’t really used the internet much. Give me ten minutes.
I entered my personal information and skipped some questions, not knowing exactly what the website did. After hitting submit, I started finding people who I hadn’t thought about in years. It asked me if I knew these people, and some I did. I sat there and stared at the screen, surprised by the faces that filled it. Most of the people I hadn’t seen since high school. I hit the Friend Request button next to a couple of them and ended up at a blank screen.
Me: How do I find you now?
Jennifer: I’ll find you, one sec.
I sat there, and within a moment, I saw a tiny red notification at the top of the web browser. Jennifer’s name with a little picture appeared, and I clicked confirm. I clicked on her name to find out more about her and to finally get a glimpse of her. She was pretty, not drop-dead gorgeous, but doable. She had dark brown hair that stopped around her shoulders, with blue eyes. She had on too much makeup, and her body was average.
Jennifer: Hey. I found you.
