I was working an equipment room at the local community college. It was positioned alongside the old film labs—they were antiquated—being decommissioned from the front lines. Sad really, running out of silver—a digital age. The lack of skill was grossly apparent. No one understood the lighting anymore. A handful of old souls were still passionate about their dream. Still living in the history.

A new hire walked in one day to help with the labs—short, stout, a cute face—sometimes you just know what the future holds. Always in time, never quite the projection, but it doesn’t detract from the scent in the air. The chemistry. The tension. Her name was Kait. Kaitlynn for precision. I preferred to spell it out even though she went by the former. The opportunity presented itself and I jumped at it, although I may have been a coaxing factor, I’m sure.

One eve we went for a drive in her pot scented ride—nostalgia. We parked on a hill overlooking the town. We moved to the back seat. She asked me to retrieve her chap-stick from the front. I leaned forward and applied an excessive amount of the wax to my lips prior to returning it to its resting. I turned and watched her gaze before pressing my lips to hers. Soft…intimate. A beautiful soul.

     “What do you want to do?”

She was shaking like a dog…anxious…

     “I want to put your cock in my mouth.”

She said it with such a sultry voice too. My buckle gave way and my shorts chased after. She took me in her mouth, her tongue dancing across the head of the pink tower of power. Such a sweet girl, her puppy dog eyes gazed up at me from behind thick rimmed frames. I revealed my soldier’s shield and we maneuvered into the front seat…