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she was one of like four or five girls i had sex with in different locations. one was a bartender and we had a ton of sexual chemistry in front of her coworkers and she really wanted to try out more adult things. she was a surprisingly talented digital artist and took a tablet everywhere.
one was some chick i passed in the hallway at work who signaled to me, grabbed my arm, and took me to have sex in her car
one dragged me away from working on cars in the garage with a few guys (but like, after we finished the actual repairs and logistics, they were just wrapping up). she was more spritely and curly and excitable
she had really nice wavy black hair and was holding a couple of bags. we didn’t work together every day because she worked in a different division. i’m like 98% sure she’s heavily inspired by an alternate timeline of a latina chick i went to high school with who dropped out because she got pregnant.
i really liked her. her coworkers were aware and were cool with it all, including the shift manager. they served unconventional drinks they were eager to have me try. i kept coming around during slow hours, early before the late night rush or as they were closing.
and that’s really what i meant by “more adult”. despite the connotations (which were intentional but…), really it was just that she didn’t like the sleazy guys that came around and wanted something more serious and steady but no less exciting and flirty.
she could handle herself and was established and confident and secure, it’s not like she needed me or i was amazing in any way. we were just nice together and had a lot of mutual respect and interest.