Page 6 of Kayden: The Past
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My First Love - Bridget
I workedmy ass off and became the best cell phone salesman in my office. The ladies were the customers I zoomed in on as soon as they walked through the door. I flirted with them and gave them my full attention. I gave sexy ones my card in case they had any questions and needed to call me, making sure to circle my personal cell phone number. I would always be available to help them with an issue, which was usually bullshit, but I let them come to me first. I installed phones in cars on my days off, making the extra bank to support my extracurricular activities.
I met Bridget when she walked into my store, looking to have a phone installed in her car. Bridget was petite with long blond hair and almond-shaped brown eyes. She looked sweet as apple pie and innocent, but the clothing she wore told me she was anything but. She batted her eyelashes at me, and I turned into a hard wreck. She had me by the balls before I even tasted her lips.
“May I help you, miss?” I asked, trying to be a complete gentleman when my thoughts were in the gutter.
“I want to get a phone installed in my car. What kinda special will you give me?” she asked, heaving her large chest on the counter. “Pretty please.” Her teeth were brilliant white and perfectly placed.
I wouldn’t waste the opportunity thrust upon me. We were always allowed to play with the price, but at that moment, I was more interested in playing with Bridget. “I can knock thirty percent off and throw in the installation.”
“Ooh, I like that. You’ve made me a very happy girl. When can we do it?” she asked.
Thoughts of doing her on the counter or bent over her car flooded my mind. Fuck, I wanted to take her into the bathroom and shove my cock in her. “Anytime you want.”
Her lips twitched, and I could almost see her thinking. “I’d like to have it installed today.”
Perfect. “Well, I could put it in after work today. I could come over and do it for you. I get off around six.” I smiled at her, wondering if she would be put off by the idea.
“Yes, thanks,” she said.
That night, I went to her house and installed her phone in her late-eighties model BMW. She had a pizza delivered while I was working and asked me to have some with her when the job was complete. Dessert was her against the living room wall and bent over her couch.
I made sure she had my number in case she needed any help or had any trouble with her phone. She called me a couple days later, and we became an item soon after. She worked at her dad’s company as an assistant, but based on her luxury condo, I’d say she was paid more. Not many assistants barely in their twenties drove a Beemer and had such a high-priced pad.
Bridget invaded my life, but in the best possible way. We spent every waking moment together when we weren’t working. Our schedules often clashed, as they do when one person in the relationship works in retail. I wasn’t a traditional salesman with an office but worked in a store, trying to sell people on the newest cellular technology available.
The months flew by quickly, and I fell in love with Bridget. She may have been slightly self-absorbed, but she adored me and was a generous lover. She didn’t judge me based on my job or the car I drove; she loved me for the way I loved her. I gave everything I had in the relationship, swearing off my evenings at the bar, unless Bridget was in tow. I was content and happy with our relationship and all the possibilities the future held.
I had to take the next step and meet the parents. Mothers usually loved me, and fathers weren’t always my biggest fans. I’d never really had a steady girlfriend, and I was usually the flavor of the month, which was fine by me at that point in my life. Bridget was different from the other girls. I had fun with her, and she couldn’t get enough of me.
She couldn’t wait to introduce me to her parents. They were having a family party at their home to celebrate her sister’s birthday, and she came over to my place to beg me to be her date for the night. She had told her parents all about me and couldn’t wait any longer. I avoided the topic of the party every time she brought it up, but it was D-Day, and I could no longer change the subject.
“Come on, Kayden. They’ll love you. You have to meet them at some point,” she pleaded. “My sister’s birthday party is today, and I want you to come. Don’t make me go alone.”
“Okay, Bridge. You’re right. I’ll go with you, babe.” I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
She bounced up and down on the couch, filled with excitement and hope. I wanted them to like me, and I needed their approval. I knew she was a daddy’s girl, and without his acceptance, we wouldn’t have a future.
“What should I wear?” I asked, unsure if it was a casual family barbecue or if they were the type of family that dressed up for every occasion.
“I’ll go pick out your outfit, okay?”
“Sure, babe. Anything you want.” I patted her ass as she stood. I grabbed her wrist before she was out of arm’s reach and pulled her back onto my lap as she shrieked.
“First, I want you naked in exchange for going to the party,” I said as I kissed her again on the lips. I kissed her hard, pulling her to my body and sliding the tiny straps of her tank top down her shoulders and over her arms. I kissed her jaw, nipping slightly as I made my way down to her neck. I nibbled the flesh below her ear before sliding my tongue against the silky skin to her shoulder. I bit the muscle of her shoulder and instantly felt her body tense and shudder in response. I rolled her nipple in between my fingertips while holding her still with my free hand. She began to grind her pussy on my cock through the layers of material. Thank God the unit upstairs was currently vacant because Bridget was a moaner and screamer. I wanted to listen to her howl as I made her come.
I captured her lips, quieting her moans of pleasure. I slid our bodies off the couch and onto the shag area rug, never breaking the kiss. I hitched up her skirt and slid my fingers through her wetness. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and I inserted two fingers, pumping them in and out of her like a quick-moving piston.
“You want my cock?”
“Mmm,” she said as she pushed my fingers deeper inside of her with her hand.
I flipped her over, pushed her stomach to the floor, and pulled her up by the hips, positioning her with her ass in the air. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock, stroking it while looking at her pussy in full view, waiting for the abuse I was about to give her.
I could hear her breathing grow shallow and filled with anticipation. I rubbed the tip of my dick, lubing it. I rammed it in to the hilt as her body jerked forward from the fullness. I held her hips, drawing her back and not allowing her to move away. “Is it too much for you, baby?” I removed my cock and jammed it in harder, deeper than I thought possible before she could respond. “Want me to stop?” I asked as my body stilled. I reached down and placed my hand around my cock, feeling her wetness and running my fingertips across her opening.
