It's That I Know And As Time Goes By I'm Getting Antsy

Going down memory lane. I finished college with an Fine Art degree and got a job at the front desk in a large hotel chain. It was formal, and you have to wear the uniform. A man worked there, he was a bartender. He came around the front desk to say hi to me. He got off after two in the morning, after the bar was set up for the next day.

On my day off he asked me to go out with him. I missed the words 'go out', I just thought it was get together. We went to this part of town I had never been to. He was familiar and he knew people there. He said he worked bars there before. He got friendly as we went from bar to bar, and he put his arm around me and kissed me.

I went home with him and lost my virginity. I sucked dick, a right of passage really.

As long as I worked there he had the rights to me. I went out with him, to that part of town where he could kiss me. I spent the night with him, and lost my virginity over and over, and sucked his dick because I really liked that.

Then one day he didn't show up for work. I went looking for him at his place but he didn't show. He disappeared, was gone in the night, I never saw him again or heard from him.

I went to that part of town, but without him I felt uncomfortable. I stopped going. I quit my job and moved back home and got a job working at the bank as a teller. I never did suck dick again, or lost my virginity again. I met a girl at the bank, another local. We hung around and one day she said we should get married.

At night, I think about that time I worked at the hotel. I dream of sucking dick, and losing my virginity. In this town it is unlikely. Everyone knows everyone.