Cafe L’Amour. What a stupid name for a coffee shop in the middle of Bumfuck Egypt. Ok, more like Northern Montana, but close enough. Either way, some fancy sounding French cafe had no place there, which was good, because there wasn’t one. It was just a coffee shop with an arrogant teenager waiting on people wanting caffeine. I happen to be that teenager.

My name is Trast, and I’m 17 years old and I’m single (obviously, I work at a fucking coffee shop. No one wants to date someone that constantly smells like cappuccino.) I’m not particularly ripped, but I go to the gym about twice a week, enough to keep me toned. I have dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, and none of you really care about this, do you? You want the sex. Well, I’m getting to it.

Anyway, working at a coffee shop isn’t too bad. If I hear one more person ask me for a latte with no milk, I’m going to lacerate them with a biscotti, but other than that, it’s alright. The pay is decent, and quite a few teens go there, as well as a few girls from my school that happen to be drop dead gorgeous. They also happen to be clumsy and wear white t-shirts with no bra. Obviously, this makes spilling their coffee all over themselves a few minutes of heaven for me. If I could tell you how many times i’ve tented my pants from helping a girl clean coffee off her see through shirt and tits, i’d have material for a whole new story. But, this isn’t about them. This is about one girl in particular.

Sarah started working at the cafe about 7 months after I had been there, and she was the perky girl you always see at those places that you suspect has been doing cocaine or drinking half the orders she makes. She was blond, constantly wearing her beautiful hair in a pony tail, with these amazing green eyes. She wasn’t tan, but had a few freckles on her cheeks and nose, and her lips! I swear, it was like someone granted me the perfect girl to stare at. Her body was amazing too, slender but not twig like, with perky breasts and the peach shaped ass that I was always tempted to pull against me while hearing her moan. Over the 2 months we worked together, she was definitely the main ingredient in my perverted imagination while I masturbated.

One day, when I was punching out, I saw Sarah in the parking lot, just kinda sitting there.