I've seen a lot of requests on here for growth/revenge stories, which are not usually my thing but I figured I'd give it a shot. All characters are consenting adults.
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The summer between undergrad and grad school changed my life in ways I never could have imagined. I had always been generally happy with life, but I had insecurities like anyone else and always felt like there were people who got what they wanted, and people like me who had to take what life handed them.
The one thing in my life that I was always happy about was my girlfriend, Jenny. She and I had dated since my sophomore year of college. I had a few hookups my freshman year, but when Jenny showed up the following year, I knew she was who I wanted to be with. I started talking her up at a party and we were together since.
Now, I was graduated and Jenny was going to be a college senior. I was starting grad school in town in the fall, so I got a small apartment and decided to work a summer in retail to make ends meet. I got a job at an independent camping, biking, and climbing store. The money wasn’t great, but the customers would be cool and it beat some of the other lame jobs I’d had during my summers.
I was even more excited when we found out Jenny would be working with me at the store. We wouldn’t be able to have the same schedule all the time, but it was nice to think that I’d get to spend time with her even when working.
Jenny still looked just as good as the day I met her. She was petite and perfectly proportioned, except her breasts which were disproportionately large on her small frame - not huge, but they definitely stood out. She had a beautiful face and a smile that made men melt. She garnered plenty of male attention wherever she was. I felt super lucky to have been the one to snag her early and, somehow, keep her!
We started working at the store and quickly got to know our coworkers. They were all pretty cool. It was a mix of young people like us looking for a low-key summer job and older folks who just loved the store and the outdoors.
Our store manager, Kassi, was a few years older than me. She was friendly enough, but a real no-nonsense type. She ran a tight ship, and she rarely discussed her personal life. She was also absolutely stunning. She was very active outdoors and spent her time away from the store hiking, skiing, and rock climbing. She was in great shape and everybody had a crush on her, customers and staff alike. Plenty of guys, and a few girls, would come into the store seemingly just to chat Kassi up. She was polite and professional, and none of them got anywhere with her at all.
Everything was pretty great at the store until one day Kassi scheduled me and Jenny to work with a new guy, Steve. Steve was a year younger than me, the same age as Jenny. He went to a college out of town, and had come back for the summer, living at home to save money.
Steve struck me as a typical lame jock. He played a bunch of sports in high school but focused on partying in college. He was always affable whenever Jenny or Kassi were around, but as soon as they were out of earshot, he showed his true colors.
“Man, that Kassi is fine,” Steve said in a low voice while we were behind the register together. “I’d like to have her alone in the storage room for a while. Maybe take her into one of the tents out here on the floor. You know what I mean? I think that’s my summer goal. Give Kassi a ride on my dick. I’ll bet she’s wild when you finally get her to loosen up. She probably just needs a good dicking to defrost her a little.”
“Uh huh,” I said, not wanting to engage. Steve was obviously not my type of dude, and I didn’t want to jeopardize my relationships with any of the women at the store by being associated with him and the things he said.
“Jenny’s a hot little number, too,” he said, elbowing me. “Definitely number two hottest. You’re lucky I like you, I might have had to take her off your hands, haha. Don’t worry, I’ll set my sights elsewhere…”
“Yeah, lucky me,” I responded as I turned to walk away. He was such a jerk, but I didn’t want to create bad workplace vibes so early in the summer. I’d tell him off if he kept it up, but in the meantime I figured I’d just ignore it.
Unfortunately, he didn’t get the hint. Although he didn’t talk about Jenny specifically too much more, he spared no opportunity to tell me which girls at the store he thought were the hottest and about all the girls he’d been getting with in college. To hear him tell it, he’d been with dozens of girls and they all came running back for more.
I didn’t tell Jenny much about the things Steve said. Steve was always careful around the girls at work, and everybody seemed to like working with him. I figured I could suffer through, and saying something might make me seem petty or weird.
One night a few weeks into the summer, a bunch of us from the store went out for drinks. Kassi was nice enough to buy one round for everyone, and then she said her goodbyes and left, not wanting to engage in drunken banter with the staff who reported to her. A few of the older coworkers left a bit later, leaving just a handful of us to keep drinking into the night: Jenny, two other girls we worked with named Lisa and Rebecca, me, and much to my dismay, Steve.
One of the girls, Lisa, was going into her junior year at college. She was a bit of a partier and was very good looking. Steve had previously informed me that Lisa was the next hottest at the store after Kassi and Jenny. She was pretty obviously drunk at this point in the evening. I don’t remember what she was going on about, but at one point Lisa mentioned that she and Steve had closed the store together a few nights before.
“We were there, uh, pretty late,” she said, and then looked at Steve and laughed. Obviously, there was more to it than that.
“Oh, yeah?” Jenny asked, playfully. “Stocking shelves?”
“Yeah,” Steve chuckled. “Stocking shelves. Gotta keep ‘em full.”
“Steve filled those shelves VERY full,” Lisa said, then she turned to the other girls and silently mouthed the words “very full” to them as her eyes went wide. They all laughed. Steve’s mouth widened into a shit-eating grin. I faked a smile.
“I have to go to the bathroom, who wants to go to the bathroom?” Rebecca said to Jenny and Lisa, practically dragging them. The three of them trotted off, talking in whispers as they went.
“So…you and Lisa?” I said after a moment of silence. I was alone with Steve, and I was not happy about it.
“Oh, yeah, not anything serious,” he said, casually. “We’re just fucking. She’s all about it though, haha. You know how girls are when they finally get real dick. They go crazy for it.”
“Cool,” I said, and got up to go get another beer.
I came back to the table and the girls were back, talking with Steve, who was now back to being his fake ‘nice’ self. Obviously, he and his dick were the subject of the girls’ bathroom chat, and now they couldn’t help but make as many allusions and innuendos as they could throughout the rest of the conversation. When talking about movies, Lisa made a “monster” reference and looked down at Steve’s crotch. When the conversation moved to TV shows, Rebecca said “what’s your favorite TV show, Steve? MAGNUM P.I.?” I hated when Jenny joined in with a “who doesn’t love a footlong?” joke about hot dogs. I shrugged it off. She was just being silly and fitting in. The jokes were terribly lame, but in their tipsy state, the girls laughed hysterically each time. This went on for a while, and the jokes never got better. Steve was obviously loving the attention.
At the end of the evening, I finished my last beer and, trying to wrap things up, said “Ok, everybody good?”
Steve said “sorry bud, gonna be another minute,” then, as he held his half-full beer glass, a 22 oz, up to my empty 16 oz, said “besides, mine’s a little bigger than yours.” In my head, I was rolling my eyes at his thinly-veiled put-down.
“From what I hear, it definitely is,” Jenny said to Steve with a straight face. I was about to turn to her in shock when she looked around and jokingly shouted “Oh! You meant the beer!”
The girls laughed hysterically. I hated every second of it.
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The summer between undergrad and grad school changed my life in ways I never could have imagined. I had always been generally happy with life, but I had insecurities like anyone else and always felt like there were people who got what they wanted, and people like me who had to take what life handed them.
The one thing in my life that I was always happy about was my girlfriend, Jenny. She and I had dated since my sophomore year of college. I had a few hookups my freshman year, but when Jenny showed up the following year, I knew she was who I wanted to be with. I started talking her up at a party and we were together since.
Now, I was graduated and Jenny was going to be a college senior. I was starting grad school in town in the fall, so I got a small apartment and decided to work a summer in retail to make ends meet. I got a job at an independent camping, biking, and climbing store. The money wasn’t great, but the customers would be cool and it beat some of the other lame jobs I’d had during my summers.
I was even more excited when we found out Jenny would be working with me at the store. We wouldn’t be able to have the same schedule all the time, but it was nice to think that I’d get to spend time with her even when working.
Jenny still looked just as good as the day I met her. She was petite and perfectly proportioned, except her breasts which were disproportionately large on her small frame - not huge, but they definitely stood out. She had a beautiful face and a smile that made men melt. She garnered plenty of male attention wherever she was. I felt super lucky to have been the one to snag her early and, somehow, keep her!
We started working at the store and quickly got to know our coworkers. They were all pretty cool. It was a mix of young people like us looking for a low-key summer job and older folks who just loved the store and the outdoors.
Our store manager, Kassi, was a few years older than me. She was friendly enough, but a real no-nonsense type. She ran a tight ship, and she rarely discussed her personal life. She was also absolutely stunning. She was very active outdoors and spent her time away from the store hiking, skiing, and rock climbing. She was in great shape and everybody had a crush on her, customers and staff alike. Plenty of guys, and a few girls, would come into the store seemingly just to chat Kassi up. She was polite and professional, and none of them got anywhere with her at all.
Everything was pretty great at the store until one day Kassi scheduled me and Jenny to work with a new guy, Steve. Steve was a year younger than me, the same age as Jenny. He went to a college out of town, and had come back for the summer, living at home to save money.
Steve struck me as a typical lame jock. He played a bunch of sports in high school but focused on partying in college. He was always affable whenever Jenny or Kassi were around, but as soon as they were out of earshot, he showed his true colors.
“Man, that Kassi is fine,” Steve said in a low voice while we were behind the register together. “I’d like to have her alone in the storage room for a while. Maybe take her into one of the tents out here on the floor. You know what I mean? I think that’s my summer goal. Give Kassi a ride on my dick. I’ll bet she’s wild when you finally get her to loosen up. She probably just needs a good dicking to defrost her a little.”
“Uh huh,” I said, not wanting to engage. Steve was obviously not my type of dude, and I didn’t want to jeopardize my relationships with any of the women at the store by being associated with him and the things he said.
“Jenny’s a hot little number, too,” he said, elbowing me. “Definitely number two hottest. You’re lucky I like you, I might have had to take her off your hands, haha. Don’t worry, I’ll set my sights elsewhere…”
“Yeah, lucky me,” I responded as I turned to walk away. He was such a jerk, but I didn’t want to create bad workplace vibes so early in the summer. I’d tell him off if he kept it up, but in the meantime I figured I’d just ignore it.
Unfortunately, he didn’t get the hint. Although he didn’t talk about Jenny specifically too much more, he spared no opportunity to tell me which girls at the store he thought were the hottest and about all the girls he’d been getting with in college. To hear him tell it, he’d been with dozens of girls and they all came running back for more.
I didn’t tell Jenny much about the things Steve said. Steve was always careful around the girls at work, and everybody seemed to like working with him. I figured I could suffer through, and saying something might make me seem petty or weird.
One night a few weeks into the summer, a bunch of us from the store went out for drinks. Kassi was nice enough to buy one round for everyone, and then she said her goodbyes and left, not wanting to engage in drunken banter with the staff who reported to her. A few of the older coworkers left a bit later, leaving just a handful of us to keep drinking into the night: Jenny, two other girls we worked with named Lisa and Rebecca, me, and much to my dismay, Steve.
One of the girls, Lisa, was going into her junior year at college. She was a bit of a partier and was very good looking. Steve had previously informed me that Lisa was the next hottest at the store after Kassi and Jenny. She was pretty obviously drunk at this point in the evening. I don’t remember what she was going on about, but at one point Lisa mentioned that she and Steve had closed the store together a few nights before.
“We were there, uh, pretty late,” she said, and then looked at Steve and laughed. Obviously, there was more to it than that.
“Oh, yeah?” Jenny asked, playfully. “Stocking shelves?”
“Yeah,” Steve chuckled. “Stocking shelves. Gotta keep ‘em full.”
“Steve filled those shelves VERY full,” Lisa said, then she turned to the other girls and silently mouthed the words “very full” to them as her eyes went wide. They all laughed. Steve’s mouth widened into a shit-eating grin. I faked a smile.
“I have to go to the bathroom, who wants to go to the bathroom?” Rebecca said to Jenny and Lisa, practically dragging them. The three of them trotted off, talking in whispers as they went.
“So…you and Lisa?” I said after a moment of silence. I was alone with Steve, and I was not happy about it.
“Oh, yeah, not anything serious,” he said, casually. “We’re just fucking. She’s all about it though, haha. You know how girls are when they finally get real dick. They go crazy for it.”
“Cool,” I said, and got up to go get another beer.
I came back to the table and the girls were back, talking with Steve, who was now back to being his fake ‘nice’ self. Obviously, he and his dick were the subject of the girls’ bathroom chat, and now they couldn’t help but make as many allusions and innuendos as they could throughout the rest of the conversation. When talking about movies, Lisa made a “monster” reference and looked down at Steve’s crotch. When the conversation moved to TV shows, Rebecca said “what’s your favorite TV show, Steve? MAGNUM P.I.?” I hated when Jenny joined in with a “who doesn’t love a footlong?” joke about hot dogs. I shrugged it off. She was just being silly and fitting in. The jokes were terribly lame, but in their tipsy state, the girls laughed hysterically each time. This went on for a while, and the jokes never got better. Steve was obviously loving the attention.
At the end of the evening, I finished my last beer and, trying to wrap things up, said “Ok, everybody good?”
Steve said “sorry bud, gonna be another minute,” then, as he held his half-full beer glass, a 22 oz, up to my empty 16 oz, said “besides, mine’s a little bigger than yours.” In my head, I was rolling my eyes at his thinly-veiled put-down.
“From what I hear, it definitely is,” Jenny said to Steve with a straight face. I was about to turn to her in shock when she looked around and jokingly shouted “Oh! You meant the beer!”
The girls laughed hysterically. I hated every second of it.