I've been working in the kitchen at a nursing home after school for a couple of years now. I have also been dating the same guy for three years. I love him and he loves me but he treats me shitty more often than not. We are going to different schools next year. I'm worried about what's going to happen once he starts meeting other girls.

There is a guy I work with who is two years older than me. He is home from school so he's working for the summer. He goes to the same school I'm going to next fall. We know each other but we're not really friends.

After we serve dinner, we have to run all the dishes through the dishwasher and put them away. This guy has to throw out the trash and clean the floors and stuff. It gets really hot in the dish room so myself and some of the other girls tuck our uniform dresses into our shorts to keep cool. Our boss says we're 'not allowed' to do that because of some state regulation so she always freaks out when she catches one of us doing it.

The other day I walked out of the dish room carrying a stack of trays of coffee cups to put away. My dress was tucked into my shorts. I heard my boss come in and was stuck. I was on the other side of this wall thing from her but if I went forward or back she would see me. I couldn't fix myself because I was holding the trays. This guy was right there holding a mop. I mouthed the word 'help' to him and looked down at my shorts.

He smiled, slid his hand into my shorts and started to pull my dress out for me but before I realized what was happening he slid his hand into my panties and slid a finger inside of me. I almost jumped out of my skin. He whispered 'nice' then started rubbing and fingering me. I held onto the trays with a wtf look on my face. He kind of pushed me back against the wall and continued fingering me. I could hear my boss who was ten feet away running her mouth and I was standing there getting blasted by this guy.

I felt myself getting wet which got him fingering me harder. He pulled my panties and shorts out to take a peek then started rubbing me really hard. I opened my legs a bit and that was that. He rubbed me til I came right there in the kitchen with my head jammed into his shoulder. Somehow I kept quiet and managed not to drop the trays. He knew I was coming because he whispered something like oh yea when it started.

He finally fixed my dress for me anyway. Afterward I put my trays away and went back to the dishroom where the other girls wanted to know where I'd been. I lied and just tried to catch up. It was weird but it felt good too. I'm not sure if I should ask him not to do it again or not.