This story contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.
The Cruise just began…..
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Her name was Rebecca Anne Courtney and I had lusted after her since the seventh grade, but while I might have told myself that I would kill to have her I knew in my heart that it would never happen. The simple truth of the matter was that Becky couldn’t stand me. Because of mutual friends she tolerated me, but I never knew why she didn’t like me.
At first I thought that it might be that she didn’t know me all that well so naturally I tried to rectify that. Whenever I saw her I would approach her and say hi, but even though she would acknowledge me she would turn away from me or just walk away.
Over the years of the eighth, ninth, tenth and eleventh grades I must have asked her out fifty times and she wouldn’t even give me the time of day. By the twelfth she was gong steady with Frank Devin so I couldn’t ask her out any more.
I never expected to see Becky again after graduation so I was surprised to see her at freshman indoctrination on the first day of school at State since I’d heard that she was going to some college back east somewhere.
By then I’d gotten Becky out of my system so I didn’t even bother to say hi when I saw her. The Fates or whatever Gods there be must love to fuck with me because they saw to it that Becky would always be around me. It turned out that we were both Business Management majors and as a result we were going to have many shared classes.
Did I still lust after Rebecca Anne? Of course I did, but I had learned from our past so I did my best to ignore her. It wasn’t easy and in some cases it was difficult as hell. It seemed like one out of every four college classes would end up having group projects and the instructors in those classes usually set up the groups by alphabet. Since Courtney and Connors where close it meant that we were thrown together a lot. Luckily for me when the group decided who did what for their part of the project I didn’t get teamed up with Becky. I’m not sure that I could have handled that.
One thing I did notice that when the groups were together working on the projects Becky always seemed to be looking at me whenever I glanced her way. I had no clue as to what was up with that.
I managed to get through freshman year without making a fool of myself and I looked forward to the summer break.
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Have I mentioned that the Fates and Gods love to fuck with me? My family owns their own business and I have worked there part time ever since my thirteenth birthday. Summer is our busiest time of the year and dad always hires extra help for the season.
It was the week after classes were over and I had just gotten to work. Dad paged me to come to his office and when I got there I found Rebecca Anne Courtney sitting there. As soon as I was in the door he said:
“Good news and bad news Harry. The bad is that Charlie had a family emergency and had to fly home to Maine. He expects to be gone for a month or two. The good news is that instead of working for Charlie this summer you are going to be the temporary manager of Shipping and Receiving. Shouldn’t be a problem for you have worked there full time for two of the last three summers and part time since you were fourteen.”
He nodded toward Becky and said “I need to introduce you to Rebecca. I’ve hired her to take your spot while you play manager.”
“I already know Miss Courtney.”
He raised an eyebrow at that. Not at I already knew Becky, but at the Miss Courtney instead of Rebecca or Becky. He didn’t say anything about it then, but I knew he was going to want to know what the deal was before the day was over. All he said was:
“Take Rebecca and show her around the place; make sure she knows where everything is and then get to work.”
I spent twenty minutes showing Becky around the facility. I showed her where both of the women’s restrooms were, where the break room and vending machines were. I introduced her to Marla and Ashley in Purchasing, Janice in Accounting and Alice in Quality Control. I took her to Shipping and Receiving and introduced her to Tom and Jerry who were the others that worked in S&R. I explained what we did and what she would be doing. When I was done I asked:
“Do you have any questions?”
She did have one and it pretty much stunned me.
“Why don’t you like me?”
The question caught me flatfooted and it took me a couple of seconds to get around to answering it. I remembered something one of my English teachers once told me.
“When confused about something ask questions.”
“What makes you think I don’t lie you?”
“You know me and you know I prefer being called Becky so what is with his Miss Courtney shit? And when we are in shared classes you are cold and distant where I’m concerned.”
I took the coward’s way out.
“That is a personal matter Miss Courtney and has no pace here at work. Perhaps someday when we are off the clock we can discuss the matter, but for now we need to get busy on the Hamilton order. We need to have it ready when UPS gets here around one.”
The look she gave me told me that she was definitely going to follow through on it. Fortunately there was a lot to do and so I turned over to Jerry to show her the ropes. As Jerry led her away I wondered about what in the hell just happened. The girl had ignored me for the better part of six years and suddenly wants to know why I don’t like her? It made no sense to me. She did her best to discourage me for all those years and now she wants to know why I am ignoring her? I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and got to work.
Just after lunch I had to stop in at the purchasing office to talk with Ashley about when I could expect to see the banding material we needed. She told me it was supposed to arrive the next day and then she asked me how I had managed to get my girlfriend a job.
“She’s not my girlfriend and I didn’t even know she was working here until I got here this morning.”
“She’s not your girlfriend?”
“Hell no Ash; she doesn’t even like me.”
“Bullshit Harry. If she isn’t your girlfriend she wants to be.”
“Yeah! Right!”
“I could tell just by watching the way she looked at you Harry. She wants to be your girl.”
I laughed at that and got back to Shipping and Receiving.
The next two days went by with very little interaction between Becky and me. There is a diner just down the street from the plant and on the third day I was in there having lunch when Becky came in, saw me and then came over to my table and sat don opposite me.
“We aren’t at work now Harold and we are off the clock. So tell me why the Miss Courtney crap and why don’t you like me?”
“Let me turn it back on you. Why would you expect me to like you given the way you have behaved towards me since the seventh grade? Why would you expect me to like you after, the more often than not, rude way you responded whenever I asked you for a date? You mentioned cold and distant the other day? Think back on it Miss Courtney; was not cold and distant the way you behaved towards me all through school? Why, after the way you treated me from the day we first met would you expect me to be warm and friendly? I do not dislike you Miss Courtney, but due to past experiences I am indifferent where you are concerned.”
I could tell from the look on her face that she wasn’t used to being talked to that way and she didn’t like it. But she had asked and I had answered. She gave me a look that I couldn’t decipher and got up and left without a word.
The rest of the week went by and while we were thrown together a lot we rarely spoke to each other. Most of the talking was done by me as I told her what I needed her to do or explained to her how to do it.