Try to get back on Krys's good side.

The longer the shift goes on, the more pissed Krys gets that I won't go down on her in the shop. It doesn't matter that more customers start coming in, proving me right about the risk.

I'm not just refusing because we'd get caught. I'm freaking out about what happened. I can't even describe it. Did we enter some kind of space-time bubble and switch to a parallel universe where Krys has long hair? Oh wait, that's not science, those are all words I got from comic books. I'm a fucking poli sci major!

Whatever it was, it happened when I was getting a blowjob from Krys. That was incredibly lucky and allowed me to zip up before we got caught. Maybe my fairy god mother was looking out for me. Honestly, Disney bullshit doesn't seem any less likely than DC Comics bullshit at this point.

By the time my shift is over, Krys isn't talking to me and the little glowing lights at the edge of my vision are back. By the time I get back to my house, I've got a headache. Thad, one of several guys I rent this house with, notices me squinting. He's a muscular, preppy jock, but he's mostly an okay guy.

“You okay, dude?” asks Thad.

“Yeah, just a headache. Hey, you know Krystina, down at the club?” We all work at the club. That's why none of us can afford our own place.

“Sure. Dumpy little Asian girl. Why?”

“How would you describe her hair?”

He shrugs. “What, do you have a hair fetish now? Well, it's her best feature, so if that's what turns you on, ask her out.”

Just like Mr. Williams, Thad thinks Krys has always had long hair. This is so freaky.

The next day, I walk by the pro-shop on my way in. Krys is there, and so is her dad, yelling at her about how her cash register was $50 short yesterday. I try to wave, but Krys avoids eye contact. Yep, she's still mad.

I'm doing maintenance today since one of the gardeners is sick, so I spend the morning trimming grass. At least it isn't hot yet. We get a little lunch break around 2pm, after all the members have finished eating and gone back on the course. Krys and I usually skip eating and meet in the employee changing room. I head there, hoping that she's willing to talk to me.

Yep, she's there. She's standing inside, arms folded, still looking angry. She looks cute, though. That long hair really does look good on her.

Krys taps her foot and says, “Look, I'm sorry I got upset, okay? I'm not trying to get us in trouble.”

“Are you sure about that? You always seem worked up in a good way after a screaming match with your dad.”

She gives me a sideways grin. “Don't be an ass. You're cute when you're an ass, and I want to continue being a little mad at you. You still haven't returned the favor.”

Well, that sounds like an invitation. I lean down and kiss her. She doesn't move for a moment, keeping her face stone still as I kiss her lips. Then she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back hard. She sits down on the bench behind her, making me trip a little as she drags me down with her.

I get on my knees as she pulls down her shorts. I've only done this for a couple of girlfriends, and my last girlfriend never asked me too, so it's been awhile. When I get her panties off I see that Krys doesn't shave at all, so her dark bush is pretty thick. It's not too bad once I get in there, it doesn't get in the way of the parts I need to lick. I start with her pussy lips and work my way inward. She gives a lot of instructions about where to go and how fast to move my tongue. With her help, I get her to cum faster than any girl I've done this on.

Turns out, Krys is a squirter. She laughs in the middle of her orgasm as she sees herself spray my face. “Yeah! Take my juices, white boy!”

I get up off the floor and sit down next to her on the bench. We both laugh.

Krys points at my face and says, “You've got a little something right there. And there. All over, really.”

I wipe my face with my index finger, which only gets a little of the wetness off.

Krys looks at my finger and says, “Don't let it go to waste! It's delicious!”

I stick my wet finger in my mouth and say, “Mmm, good!”

Krys stands up, pulls up her shorts, and says, “Damn right it is!” Then she turns around, her long hair dramatically flying out, and leaves.

She's not being a jerk right now. Our lunch breaks are super short, and we never have time for more than one of us to get off. I'm barely going to have enough time to wash my face for real and get back to work. It's fine, I know it'll be my turn again before too long.