While Blake closed down the registers, I cleaned up the store. I was in the stockroom, looking for shirts to replenish the sales floor when I ran into...Blake. He was walking towards the office.“We should get out of here early,” he said.” Five more minutes then I’ll be done.”“Awesome.” I said, intending to go back to the shirts I was sorting through.But neither of us went back to what we were supposed to be doing. We got caught in a look. Not the first time, but the first time we were all alone.I. So I waited for the older lesbian poet to finish. Accomplished at reading and writing, she held my interest, somewhat. I still tended to glance at my lover probably too often. Mostly she focused on the poet, or exchanged whispers with her young man. But a couple times, our eyes met, and I saw the heat there, and I knew it wasn’t the young man stirring her passion. It was me.At the end, I approached her, kneeling beside her so as not to have my semi-hard package in her face. “You were. She thought of how they had played music together. How they could talk to easily, how they could make love so easily. It was ecstasy.Richard finally finished within her. With a few stuttered strokes, he groaned and buried himself to the end. Sandra was lost by then, barely feeling him coming inside her. Her whole body was filled with him now, and even as his movements stopped and he collapsed onto her, she continued to reach higher heights."More," she whispered into his ear. She had said it. He just moaned and nodded his head for me to piss in his mouth. I thought that his request was strange, but I complied. I was amazed how good it felt, for someone to hold my cock in their mouth while I pissed.I had just learned something new. Coach then stood up and rinsed his face off. He then kissed me softly on my on my lips, and I tasted a slight salty tang. I asked him, if he was ready for his turn. He smiled, and said, "oh, I'll get mine in a minute".I took a wash cloth and started to.