Act IV: Changing seasons

Man, it was starting to get cold. It had been a fairly warm September and October, well by UK standards anyway, but this last week had seen temperatures drop. That meant a complete reworking of the stock and displays at work and the dreaded approach of Christmas in retail. I was glad to have the job and gratefully that Jake had got it for me, but man, was it dull. I got some money from it, but it didn't seem like enough. That may be down to my current student lifestyle require a lot of money to be spent on ****, though. For me, nights out seemed to be more costly than most as I had developed a generous and liberal attitude to getting drinks for everyone on a night out, especial on Squash socials. I enjoyed myself, but my bank balance certainly didn't.

Jake: So, how are things with you and Abby these days?

Ah yes, me and Abby, it had been nearly 2 months since the end of fresher's week party, and we were still a thing, of a sort anyway.

Me: Eh, yeah, we're okay, I guess?

Jake: Honeymoon period over?

Me: Something like that

Jake: Not getting your end away as much?

Me: you're relentless sometimes, you know that?

Jake: It's part of my charm

Me: Possibly

Jake: You know you guys have probably been doing the same 2 positions for 8 weeks now may be time to mix it up, get some excitement back.

Me: Hey, we do more than two positions I have, you know

Jake: Sorry 3, I forget how adventurous you guys were these days

Me: haha, shut up, man, just because you never sleep with the same person twice.

Jake: Well, you never get bored that way, always something new

Manager: Her you two if you got time to lean you got time to clean, Alex go tidy up the changing rooms.

Jake: Sucks to be you

Manager: Jake, you got the staff toilets once you are finished with that display

Me: haha, Karmas a bitch ain't it

I headed to the changing rooms to begin tidying up. The place was a mess, although it was still preferable to cleaning the toilets. As I set about sorting out the discarded items of clothing, I couldn't help but think Jake had been right. Abby and I had gotten a bit stale recently; I'm not sure if we really had much of a relationship other than the sex, and that had been less frequent of late. The excitement level in my life had been slowing down ever since that week, which was to be expected, but I couldn't help long for those times again.

As I tidied up the last cubicle, I couldn't help but notice that someone had gotten something on the mirror. I leaned down to wipe it off before I did. I recoiled in shock. I stepped back when I realised what it was. Jeeze, someone had jizzed on the mirror. Maybe the toilet would have been better. Did someone really come in here are jerk off in here? Or was it a couple? My mind couldn't help wonder and imagine being jerked off in the changing room, being able to be caught. I snapped out of it when I realised I had started to pop a boner. I still had to clean it off.

By the time we had finished work and were on the bus back, it was nearing 8. This was one of the few Saturdays recently I wasn't going out; exams due dates were coming up, so the drinking had toned down a bit on campus if only a little.

Jake: I'm probably gonna head to the gym later if you want to join?

Me: Thanks but I have a bunch of coursework due on Tuesday I needed to get done.

Jake: Fair

Me: ...can you believe someone jerked off in the changing room?!

Jake: Yeah, I bet it was the couple that came in earlier tried loads of stuff on, some of the proper sexy stuff as well.

Me: to be fair, they were hot

Jake: Yeah, you know that what you need?

Me: What you mean?

Jake: You and Abby, or at least you do. Spice up your life. You need to rekindle that kinky perv you told me about when you first got to uni.

Jake pretty much knew all of my sexual encounters from by now. That is what happens I guess when you get drunk with a mate too much. He even knew about the night Annie got the rooms mixed up. Luckily he had proven himself to be trustworthy and hadn't told another soul.

Jake: You should fuck her in the library

Me: bit cliche, isn't it?

Jake: Probably, but you need to get some action somewhere. I can't have you keep getting hard just at the mention of sex.

He motioned down to where I hadn't noticed my hardon had begun to tent my trousers. I shuffled my bag to cover my boner. It took the rest of the journey back on the bus before it went away.