yes

"Yes," I say with a grin.

"Okay, then," Henry adds. "You start tomorrow at noon." He hands me a paper bag with unsold bread. "Here, take this home. You earned it."

I venture to ask, "How much would be my pay?"

He grins. "Of course, I won't be paying you a bag of bread every time. You start with the minimum pay and I'll increase it when you do well."

I thank him for the opportunity and walk the long way back to Doe's apartment. I feel contented as I carry the rewards of my efforts. This may not sound much to some, but I felt it was a symbol of the change in my luck.

I am met with Doe's angry glare as she opens the door. "What took you so long? Don't tell me you're also banging Greta's roommate? And you left your phone?" She calms down when she sees the paper bag I am holding. "What that?"

"Just my earnings for the last two hours," I answer proudly as I enter the door.

"What? You spent all your earnings on food?"

I smile in amusement. "No, I now work for a bakery!"

I place the paper bag on the table as Doe samples some of the products. "I'd grow fat if you'd be bringing stuff like this every night. So, you'll be working there the whole day?"

"No, just four hours a day. I still have room for other jobs."

"I'm not discouraging you, honey, but what has baking got to do with engineering?"

"So, you're not aware that bakeries have machines that bake bread? And if I get to know how things work, I will have inside knowledge on how to automate everything, so that you won't need baking skills to run a bakery!"

She looks at me. "That's my man. I hope nothing gets in the way."

I shoot her a questioning look.

"No girls and no women work there, right?"

"Just a bald man in his 50s. Why? Are girls and women getting in my way?"

"Sorry John, for such a sweeping statement. I know you're loyal to me, and you're sincere in your job, but after listening to Greta, I have realized that she has really fallen hard for you."

I notice tears in Doe's eyes. "Don't cry," I say as I kiss her lips.

"You smell like burnt oil, and yeast, and ..."

"Yes, I'll shower," I say as I take off my clothes and proceed to the bathroom. After drying my hair, I sit in front of Doe. She is still in her school clothes. "Are you still crying?" I ask, noticing her moist eyes.

"You know, John. I've never fallen for anyone as much as Greta has fallen for you.... And it has got me thinking, ... Do I really love you?"

"Well, only you can answer that." I say, looking at her intently.

"And to think that Greta did not hate me for being in a relationship with you.... to think that she introduced me to what it feels like to be with other women..."

"What?" I look at her in shock. "You didn't have any lesbian experience before Greta?"

Doe shakes her head. "Am I falling for Greta?"

"Oh, my!... What's going on?"

"I realize that you're a kind man, John.... That you're caring, and trustworthy. But what if another of your workplace colleagues falls for you like Greta? Does it mean we'll have another threesome?"

"Oh honey," I say, hugging her firmly. "It was you who invited Greta."

"Yes, because I pitied her. It was as if she could not stop talking about how good you were and how lucky I was."

I finally get the courage to ask, "Are you leaving me, Doe?"

She ignores my question. "Suppose we have a three-way relationship... me, you, and Greta?... Would that be okay with you?"

I pause for a moment before answering. "Maybe."

"And what if I realize that I love Greta more than I love you. Would you let me go?"

I nod slowly and watch her face light up. "But what if Greta loves me more than she loves you? Have you thought of that possibility?" I ask.

She stares at me, the gloom returning to her face.

"Maybe you should get to know other women. Greta's roommate I think is also a lesbian. She's into leather clothing and motorbikes-- that's what I noticed when she took Greta to the train station."

"You were together, job hunting, right?"

"It was not much of a job hunt. All she did was ask her boss if they had any vacancy. When she learned that the vacancy had been taken, she suggested that we could try other places tomorrow. It seems like Greta made her swear to find me a job."

"That's what I'm saying, honey. Greta shows that much concern for your being jobless, while I, your girlfriend, do not even at least make calls or offer to drive you around!"

"You're at school, dear. You have classes. Are you seeing this as a competition between you and Greta? She made it clear to me that she had no intention of going between the two of us."

"She said that?"

I nod.

After a short silence, Doe returns to ask about my job. "Did you get that bakery job with the help of Greta's roommate?"

I shake my head. "I did job hunting on my own after she returned to her apartment. She doesn't know about it yet, so she may be here tomorrow to pick me up."

"Would you mind if I introduce myself, and maybe get to know her a bit?"

"You don't have classes?"

"Just some research work which I can do some other time."

"Okay, I won't mind," I say with a grin. "And if you like her more than you like me, would you dump me?"

"Are you jealous, John darling?"

"No," I say, as I kiss her deeply on the lips while I unbutton her blouse. Realizing my intentions, she unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the floor.

She then kneels at the edge of the bed, her butt high in the air. "Tell me," she asks unexpectedly. "Are you mad at me for my questions about our relationship?"

"No. I'm instead grateful that you're honest."

"Me, I feel angry at myself for questioning what we've got. Could you spank my butt cheeks? I feel I need to be punished!"

"Really?" I say in a surpised tone.

"Yes, and I want it rough tonight!"

I hit her butt cheeks with my palm, alternating between right and left. After a while, they appear red and tender. I pause momentarily. "Don't stop," she hisses. I give her right butt cheek two more slaps. Before I could slap her left, her butt jerks slightly forward, and Doe lets out a satisfied moan. I watch her juices flow freely onto the bed.

I decide to thrust my cock into her without warning.

She screams in surprise. "Faster," she says.

I impale her again with my rod, moving as fast and as hard as I could. We finally release our loads and collapse onto the bed, immediately drift into sleep.

I manage to wake up before Doe. I see this as my chance to get even, as I usually wake up to her blow job. I get into position and and begin to eat her pussy. I perceive no reaction from her, although her legs appear to involuntarily move farther apart to provide me more access. I slowly slip a finger in, continuing my tongue-work on her clit. I realize that she is sufficiently wet and prepare my hardened cock for entry.

I gaze into her face and her eyes still appear tightly shut. I insert my cockhead and wait for any reaction. When nothing happens, I insert my entire length and momentarily pause inside. I begin a slow in-and-out rhythm before I notice her eyes slowly open. "Morning honey," I say as I pump my cock inside her.

She locks her legs around my back in a tight embrace. "Honey, I need to pee." she says.

"I'll bring you there," I say, as I transition to a sitting position, then move my feet to the floor, finally lifting her towards the bathroom. We remain interlocked as we arrive in the bathroom.

"Not here, honey," she says, trying to dislodge herself from my cock. "I have to pee."

I keep her straddling me as I slowly try to pump my cock in and out of her wet pussy.

"You don't understand, honey," she says. "This is not cum, this is pee."

"It's okay honey." I say, as I increase my rhythm. "You can pee on me."

Unable to control herself any longer, she lets go. Her hot golden juices drench my cock and my thighs. I turn on the shower to rinse the smell of urine, while I continue pumping into her. She grins at me as I feel her muscles squeeze my rod. I continue to pump faster. She groans as her muscles constrict again and I feel another gush of liquid.

"That's now cum, honey," she says, as she slowly tries to dismount.

"I'm not yet done, hon," I say, as I pump faster into her.

"Don't release inside me," she says.

"Why?" I ask, after pausing aburptly.

"Greta's roommate may not like me if I have your cum inside."

"The opposite might actually be true," I reply, as I start to thrust into her again.

"How do you know that?"

"I saw what she did to Greta when she came for her yesterday."

"What was that?"

"I tell you later, if you let me cum inside you now!" I say, as I pump rapidly into her.

She finally agrees and I release a couple of loads inside her.

We dry ourselves and change into fresh clothes. Doe dons a flesh-colored cropped cami and dark red booty shorts while I select a white sleeveless tee and a pair of cargo pants.

My phone beeps as I glance at it and read the incoming text. It is from Sandy.