All characters in this story are 18+

Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated.

My name is Jack and I was born in a small town in Kansas. My dad owned and ran his own store which kept him away from home a lot but I’d usually spend lazy summer days helping him out around the store or just hanging around it in general. I was an only child until my little brother was born when I was in the sixth grade. The introduction of a baby into the family dynamic was anything but smooth. My parents were already spread pretty thin with the shop and the general struggles of house duties.

I can distinctly remember my father telling me ” Jack, as a man you’ve gotta be willing to make sacrifices.”. At the time I was confused by the almost cryptic sentence but as I got older I learned what he meant by that. For me specifically that meant that I had to start working in the shop by myself more.

My teenage years consisted primarily of going to my small school from 7 to 2, working at our store until about 8 or 9 and then finally going home and trying to do enough school work to pass my classes. In the end, I think the experience helped me gain a decent work ethic and some sense of responsibility.

But at the same time my social life was pretty much non-existent. The bulk of social interaction I had were the customers who came into the store and a few friends from school who would keep me company at the shop for an hour or so. Going through puberty behind a counter sucked for the most part but it was true torture in the summer when women would come into the store wearing short dresses, tank tops without bras and jean shorts cut so short that the pockets show from the bottom.

A couple times I mustered the confidence to flirt with the girls from school who would come in but only a few times did they ever flirt back, but that’s as far as it went… except for that one time with Jessica. For context Jessica was a girl from my school who was in the same grade as me. She dated a friend of mine during our freshman and sophomore years of school but he lost interest and wanted to pursue other girls so they broke it off. Her and I weren’t really the greatest of friends but we were friendly towards each other if we ever ran into each other. I didn’t take much notice, or at least I tried not to, to her physique when they were dating but that day in the store I couldn’t help myself. She was about 5’3 with long black hair that ended at the small of her back. Her breasts weren’t large by any definition of the word but they looked good on her smaller frame. My eyes traced her every curve and my eyes were very pleased with her voluptuous backside. Her ass mesmerized me, it captivated it ; in simpler words it made me stare. And she noticed that, I couldn’t make out her expression because she looked away too quickly to avoid my glance but I immediately felt embarrassed.

My emotions had gone from carnal lust to embarrassed in a second. I could feel my cheeks get hot and my palms start to sweat, and what was almost worse was the raging hard-on I still had.

I tried to make myself busy so I wouldn’t go back to staring at her butt, but she called my name from the other side of the store. I was flustered but responded and walked over to where she was. The view damn near made me paint the inside of my underwear. She was bent over looking at some hand tools we had on one of the lower hooks.