21yo bartender guy

You're 21 and sure you've got plenty of girls and the occasional guys in your bed but you still get off more with the fantasies in your head.

Reality is weirdly disappointing for you in the sexual realm.

Everything else you're happy with.

You've recently gotten together with one of your regulars after finding out you both share a common interest in literally being hipsters of a sorts and also she's extremely happy with you not being active in bed with her.

You're already head in heels with this woman just for that.

Anyway, you're going straight to bed right now at 5am because you're just a bartender at night.

You're also trying to make it in the tough gig of stand up comedy late at night and you get a slot for free in the late nights/early mornings.

The one you came off from was weirder than usual.

"So, one day I was coming off the train and this girl, she looks like she's just a preteen, decided to follow me." You gesture at the audience gobsmacked. "First of all, I looked terrifying that day! I was in all black, I was an emo, god bless emos, and I didn't smile. At all! Was it because I was a minority?"

Laughter and whoops rang in, thank you drunks and potentially people who are actually sober and found that funny.

"Anyway, her family stopped her from getting off the train with me but years later to this day it still haunts me, why did she try to follow me? Also isn't it weird how they call people who's really just a child a pre-teen? I'm 21 years old now. And I'm supposedly a young adult, why not a pre-adult? Is it because that'll make me sound like I'm underage?"

The crowd, you can't tell, laughs along either to be polite or because they're plastered and anything can make them laugh, cheers at that and you bow and leave the stage. "That's it from me folks, have a lovely rest of your night - oh morning now!"

Erupting laughter ensues and you see a woman who seems sober stare at you blankly as you walk down the stage for someone else to do their bit.

You decide to approach this woman because you're not a wimp and something about how she looks absolutely still and unhappy stirs something in your loins.

You want to make her scream in bed.

But you're happily in a relationship now and can't just sleep with another woman like that. You're not that kind of guy.

You also know speaking from experience, they'll be like a starfish - most women like her in this mood tend to be.

You hope she's different. You walk past her and pat her shoulder instead. "I hope this comedian will make you laugh."

You keep on walking but your mind is already whirring up a sexual scene where she grabs your wrist and pulls herself up and you both are somehow already getting undressed. Her red dress hugs her figure nicely and she has barely no make up on and is a sight to behold still despite the utter despair on her face, she looks a bit alive now with the flush she's worked up now that you're kissing her and licking her neck, nipping at it as your fingers try to unbuckle the back of her bra.

She's on her knees and your belt is easily taken off and the zipper is unzipped and your cock is out and her lips are utterly soft and warm and you thrust down her throat a bit deeper and you hear her **** as tears run down her face and you cum.

Your breath is heavy now and your pants tight as precum stains your boxers.

"Fuck." You growl. Why do you have to make yourself so God damn turned on just walking back home thinking about another woman you're not with?

Wrapping your jacket around your hips to cover up the tent in your pants. You get into your apartment quickly and quietly. Thankfully no one else but you in this complex is out in this time.

"Honey, I'm home...!" You sing out softly as you unlock the door into your unit and turn on the lights.

Your girlfriend can't hear you since she's probably in the bedroom asleep and leaves no space for you but that's alright.

It's 4am now. Totally understandable.

You do however have a problem still.