So this story takes place when I was 16. You might have to dial things back a bit or you might be there now, but we can agree things are happening at this age. Awesome things that you may not understand until they’ve come and gone.

I had gotten my first job at BK in a small college town in Maryland. It was the best place to start because I literally worked with all my friends from high school. Well, that’s not entirely true because there was Ashley.

She was a few years older than me and about to go to college. She wasn’t the prettiest thing in the kitchen but there was something about her that I couldn’t put my finger on. She was about 5’ 4” cute face but a ton of makeup. The most attractive thing she had going for her though was her curves and the confidence that came with them. She knew what she was working with and I was hooked.

We worked together pretty frequently. Hormones were raging and found some of the strangest things sexy. Kinked hair and low rise jeans were in and helped push things along. Every time this girl bent to pick something up her G-string would pop out and feed into a fantasy that I still revisit to this day.

I was a pretty classic emo kid at the time. No eye liner or super long hair but I was fit with gauged ears, and a lip piercing on the left side that pulled the look together. It was working for her and I could tell. She had trained me when I first started at BK and the more we worked together the more we began to notice some chemistry in each other… to be continued