Worth Waiting For {Via}
Jul 19, 2013 12:23:48 GMT -5
Post by Ruth Ellison on Jul 19, 2013 12:23:48 GMT -5
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Ruth was definitely happy as she left the classroom in which she had just completed her last exam before Christmas break. Now, she would be free to do whatever she wanted for the few weeks to come, except for the few days a week during which she would have to work, but even then, that wasn't too much of a bother to her, especially considering where she worked. Honestly, the only times when her job got to her was when creepy people came in to stare at the porn movies section, or old couples asked her for advice on lubricant. Those were the moments during which she wanted to just disappear, or quit. But since those moments were pretty rare, and for the most part it was often people of her own age or not too far from it that came to Eros Boutique, she really didn't have a problem with any of it. And then getting discounts wasn't a bad thing at all - especially when they had sales on very interesting products. She and Via had decided gotten to try out a bunch of pretty nifty things ever since she'd gotten this job, since at least a couple of times a month she came home with something she'd either bought at a very low price, or a new product she'd used her employee discount on.[/blockquote]
She hurriedly made her way out of the college and headed over to the students parking lot, getting in her car and driving off on her way home. Via's own exams had finished the day before, and she was off of work today, which meant she would most likely be back at the apartment right now, unless she'd had to go and run some errands. Hopefully not though, because she had a very good idea of what type of activities they could do together for the rest of the day. It'd actually been a while since they'd had proper sex, with how busy they had both been with school and such, and she definitely wanted to rectify that situation, because having sex with Via was one of her very favorite things to do, if not her favorite. She parked her car in its designated spot once she got home, walking inside the building and grabbing their mail on her way upstairs. She was just pushing the door to their apartment open when one of the letters, addressed to her name, caught her eye, and she swiftly closed the door behind her and dropped the rest of the mail to the floor as she hurriedly opened it, her eyes skimming at the printed text as a light squeal escaped her lips, her hand moving up to cover her mouth.
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