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advice as I grew up and learned how to become a man. My real father became more and more absent from my life; he left me behind. I may not have always agreed with him, but to be left behind and feel forgotten is not something anyone wants to feel during their life.
     

 

    My First Love ~ Bridget
    I worked my ass off and became the best cell phone salesman in my office. The ladies were the customers I zoomed in on as soon as they walked through the door. I flirted with them and gave them my full attention. I gave sexy ones my card in case they had any questions and needed to call me, making sure to circle my personal cell phone number. I would always be available to help them with an issue, which was usually bullshit, but I let them come to me first. I installed phones in cars on my days off, making the extra bank to support my extra-curricular activities.
    I met Bridget when she walked into my store looking to have a phone installed in her car. Bridget was petite with long blonde hair and almond shaped brown eyes. She looked sweet as apple pie and innocent, but the clothing she wore told me she was anything but. She batted her eye lashes at me, and I turned into a hard wreck. She had me by the balls before I even tasted her lips.
    “May I help you, miss?” I asked trying to be a complete gentleman when my thoughts were anything but.
    “I want to get a phone installed in my car. What kinda special will you give me?” she asked heaving her large chest on the counter. “Pretty please.” Her teeth were brilliant white and perfectly placed.
    I wouldn’t waste the opportunity thrust on me. We were always allowed to play with the price, but in this moment, I was more interested in playing with Bridget. “I can knock thirty percent off and throw in the installation.”
    “Oooh, I like that. You’ve made me a very happy girl. When can we do it?” she asked.
    Thoughts of doing her on the counter or bent over her car flooded my mind. Fuck, I wanted to take her in the bathroom and shove my cock in her. “Anytime you want.”
    Her lips twitched, and I could almost see her thinking. “I’d like to have it installed today.”
    Perfect. “Well I could put it in after work today. I could come over and do it for you. I get off around six.” I smiled at her wondering if she would be put off by the idea.
    “Yes, thanks,” she said.
    That night, I went to her house installed her phone into her late eighties model BMW. She had a pizza delivered while I was working and asked me to have some with her when the job was complete. Dessert was her against the living room wall and bent over her couch.
    I made sure she had my number in case she needed any help or had any trouble with her phone. She called me a couple days later, and we became an item soon after. She worked at her dad’s company as an assistant, but based on her luxury condo, I’d say she was paid more. Not many assistants barely in their twenties drove a Beemer and had such a high priced pad.
    Bridget invaded my life, but in the best possible way. We spent every waking moment together when we weren’t working. Our schedules often clashed as it does when one person in the relationship works in retail. I wasn’t a traditional salesman with an office but worked in a store trying to sell people on the newest cellular technology available.
    The months flew by quickly, and I fell in love with Bridget. She may have been slightly self-absorbed, but she adored me and was a generous lover. She didn’t judge me based on my job or the car I drove; she loved me for the way I loved her. I gave everything I had in the relationship; swearing off my evening at the bar, unless Bridget was in tow. I was content and happy with our relationship and all the possibilities the future held.
    I had to take the next step and meet the parents. Mothers usually loved me, and fathers weren’t always my biggest fans. I never really had a steady girlfriend, and I was usually the flavor of the