Seasonal Reset: Around the Back

"Are you really fucking pulling this shit?"

"Come on, man, just cover for me," Greg begged.

"Cover for you how?" Tyler asked, exasperated. Greg was lucky they were having this conversation over the phone; if Greg had been there in-person, Tyler would've dragged him kicking and screaming into the store to say he was skipping work on reset day himself. "Everyone's supposed to be here."

"Just say I got sick or something, come on."

"Dude, why not just call yourself?"

"I'm on thin ice with James as it is," Tyler said.

"Lucky for you, he's not actually here tonight. Melissa is."

"That's even worse!" Greg exclaimed. "That bitch has had it out for me ever since she got promoted."

"Yeah, so it sounds like you might get fired," Tyler said, not that he was really in favor of that notion. Greg was annoying, but he was also Tyler's roommate; the last thing he wanted was to suddenly have to shoulder the entire rent by himself.

"I know this is a shitty position to put you in, man, I just... Amy dumped me."

"What?" That one threw Tyler for a loop. When Greg had asked to have the place to himself earlier, he'd been happy to ditch out. He'd assumed the two were going to be hooking up before this hell shift, and he didn't want to hear more than he should through their wildly thin walls; he knew from experience Amy was a noisy girl. Turns out, any screaming the two had done had been of a far less pleasant variety.

"Yeah, just... it's over," Greg huffed. "And she's scheduled to work tonight, too, and I..."

"No, it's... I'm sorry, man." Tyler considered for a moment, biting the inside of his lip. He was going to catch shit from Melissa for this, shit that belonged to his roommate, but he figured Greg had maybe dealt with enough already tonight. "Alright, dude, I've got your back. But you fucking owe me."

"You got it, bro! You're the best."

"Just take care of... yourself..." Greg had already hung up. "Shit."

Tyler leaned back in his car seat, looking towards the building. The lights were bright, and he could see his co-workers milling about inside. He was on second shift for the overnight, and he still had about an hour to kill; last thing he planned to do was go inside and get asked to start early. So, he leaned back, ready to relax as best he could until it was time to start. At least, he was until he saw another car pulling into the lot.

Amy's car.

Tyler sat up and watched as Amy drove by. Her speakers were blaring, some loud, peppy song that she was singing along to. What a piece of work, dumping his best friend and rolling into work like nothing happened. He'd always thought better of her, but this? A dozen thoughts ran through his head as she pulled around the side of the building to park behind the store. Maybe he should let everyone inside know what happened, know how heartless she'd been. He briefly contemplated ditching out himself, but the last thing he needed was to be collecting unemployment right alongside Greg.

Instead, after a few more seconds of contemplation, he turned his car on and drove around the back himself.

Amy was parked when he got there, just sitting in her car. She looked towards him as his headlights flashed by, and he could see her visibly tense at his arrival. 'Yeah,' he thought, 'you're caught.' He pulled in two spots over from her and... wasn't really sure what to do next.

Tyler waited for a moment, looking over. It was well past dark, so it was hard to get another look at Amy from this distance. And when he did, then what? The more he thought about it, the more he could see Amy's probable reasoning. As put together as she was, he never understood how she put up with his flake of a roommate. Dumping him right before they were both supposed to be stuck at work together for 12 hours was a shitty move, but maybe Greg had finally pushed her too far. Lord knew Tyler had been pushed to his limit more than once.

Still, flake or not, Greg was his best friend. He had to say something, if only to try and address the elephant in the room before they ended up sorting throw pillows together for hours. Tyler shut his engine off and got out of the car, walking confidently towards Amy's. Whatever nerves he had about this, he pushed them down; he knew he was in the right to give her shit for what she'd done. Or, he thought he was, until Amy opened her car door and came at him.

"Did you know?" she asked, quickly putting him on the backfoot. "Did you know he was going to break up with me tonight, Tyler?"

"I..." Tyler stuttered out; if he hadn't known what to say before, he certainly didn't now.

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Things had certainly taken a turn quickly.

"I'm so sorry, Amy," Tyler said, passing her the joint again. "I can't believe he'd... well, shit, yeah, I can."

"I thought he was a better guy than that," Amy said, taking a drag. She held it in a moment before letting the smoke out through her nose and into the cold night air. "I mean, I'm not saying I saw myself marrying him, but I figured if it was going to end it, he'd at least be... civil? I don't fuckin' know."

Amy handed the joint back and stared off into the night, considering. Tyler watched, unsure what to say. The two were seated in the rear of her hatchback, the trunk open above them. After Tyler had stammered out a truncated version of what Greg had told him, Amy had let out a string of curses and told Tyler his roommate was a piece of shit. Given that it was all-too-clear Greg had lied to him about who had done the dumping, Tyler didn't put up much of a defense. Really, he was as pissed at Greg as she was, given that he'd lied about the whole thing to get out of working the overnight shift.

Eventually, Amy had calmed down and popped her trunk, saying she needed something to ease her nerves before she faced the night shift. Since Tyler was willing to shit-talk Greg, she'd invited him to join her, and so the two found themselves splitting the joint. Yeah, they were right outside of their workplace, but nobody really came out back unless it was a major trash run, and the majority of people who might would be just as likely to take a hit as either of them.

And besides not minding the chance to chill out a bit himself, Tyler was happy to listen. He'd always liked Amy, even before she and Greg had started dating. She was a good hang, funny, and certainly easy on the eyes. He'd done his best to not look while she was dating his friend, but now that she was single -- and thanks to the calming effect of the weed -- he found himself giving her another long look. Her face was rectangular, but lithe, with wide, flat eyes that always seemed lidded and sultry, even without make-up. Coupled with the natural waviness of her brunette hair, it gave her a seventies vibe, a sensual maturity that seemed beyond her years. The rest of her was as lithe as her face, so while her breasts weren't large, they still filled out her work polo nicely. The same could be said for her ass, which was small, but perky, toned from all the cardio she did. He'd seen it in just her panties once, catching her on the way to the bathroom one morning. Her butt had looked so cute and pert, one side of her panties caught up her crack and giving him a good look at her bare cheek. God, how that image had stuck with him, along with the stiff push of her nipples through her nightshirt. If the work polo she was currently wearing wasn't so thick, maybe he could've seen them now, and--

"Dude," Amy said, snapping him from his revelry. He realized, as his eyes snapped up, that he'd been staring at her chest, trying to will her nipples to stiffen. Fuck, the shit had gone to his head fast. He looked away quickly.

"Sorry, was just... a bit lost in thought."

"Yeah, I can imagine what that thought might've been," she said with a husky chuckle, taking one last drag from the joint before flicking it away. When Tyler looked back, she was still staring at him, and the look on her face wasn't annoyed or angry like he'd been worried. Instead, it seemed curious. He was frozen as she leaned in, close, putting her lips near his before exhaling the smoke she'd been holding inside. He breathed deep, letting her shotgun it to him, and the feel of it in his lungs was more electric than any of the drags he'd taken so far.

"Amy..." Tyler said, voice barely a whisper.

"He was such a fucking asshole," Amy said, matching his volume. "He said I wasn't even any good at sex."

"That is never what he told me," Tyler responded, the mere mention of sex enough to speed up his hardening erection.

"He's the one who was bad at it. I had to make such a show to make it seem like he wasn't, but he sucked. I'm the one who should be sucking, you know?"

"Yeah," Tyler replied, loving how close she was.

He loved it even more when Amy's hand suddenly landed in his lap, right on top of his cock.

"I promise I'm good at it," she whispered in his ear as her hand started working him over. "Do you want to see?"

"Fuck, Amy," was all Tyler could get out before she kissed him. They made out for a long moment, tongues clashing as she leaned into him, continued to grip him through his pants. The lingering thought of Greg was the only thing keeping Tyler from being a more active participant, but it wasn't enough for him to stop her, not as she kissed him, not as she fondled him, not as she was suddenly squatting between his legs and unbuttoning his jeans.

"Said I was bad at blowing him, too," Amy explained as she reached into his pants; the feeling of her fingers as they gripped his cock was almost too much for Tyler. She stared up at him with a smirk as she pulled his cock out, held it just shy of her lips. "I think I need a second opinion."

"Fuck!" Tyler hissed out as Amy leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. Compared to the cool air of the night, her tongue and lips were warm and heavenly, even before she pushed forward and nearly throated him in one go. He found himself thrusting up to meet her dive, and though she gagged slightly, it didn't stop her, just encouraged her to use the opportunity to pull his pants down for easier access. This was insane, they were out in the open, anyone could find them. Beyond that, this was his best friend's ex-girlfriend, even if it was Greg who'd done the unceremonious dumping. But as Amy's head bobbed up and down in ways he'd imagined time and again when listening to her fuck through his too-thin bedroom wall, he found all of the rational arguments too hard to care about.

"I'm good, right?" Amy asked as she finally surfaced for air. She continued to stroke his now-wet cock as she looked up at Tyler with needy eyes. "I'm good at sucking your cock, aren't I?"

"Amy..." Tyler sighed, not quite sure how to respond. She was definitely good at it, her tongue teasing along his underside as she lodged him deep in her throat again. But this situation was messed up, even more so because of how thrilled he was by it. He'd always found Amy cute, she had a great body and gorgeous eyes. But having those sultry eyes staring up at him with begging desire, her wavy hair tickling his thighs and his dick in her mouth? She was a goddamn smoke show, and what little resistance to fucking his best friend's girlfriend he'd had was draining quickly. She was sucking it out of him with fervent dedication.

He placed his hands on her face, pulling her off of his dick. For a moment, her disappointment was clear, until she locked eyes with him and saw the lust overtaking him.

"You're a fucking amazing little cocksucker, Amy," Tyler said. "And Greg is an idiot for not seeing what he had. But I see you."

"Good," she responded, a smile coming to her lips. "Then let me show you what I can do."

Amy pushed forward with renewed vigor, spearing herself down on Tyler's cock again and again. It wasn't long before she was a drooling mess, but on she went, throatfucking herself on his dick.

This was so fucked up, Tyler knew it, but damn, it felt good. Her throating was desperate and just a bit unhinged, a woman lost in pleasing her man to prove she could be everything Greg doubted. The only doubts Tyler had left were wondering if it even mattered that it was him, if she'd have been on her knees for Sam or Josh or Eric if they'd been the one to comfort her. Of course, the more fucked-up thought was that she'd wanted it to be him specifically, that she wanted to be sucking off her ex's best friend, turning him into a traitor out of his overwhelming desperation to use her. Again, Tyler had a hard time caring if that was the case, was in fact more turned on by it. Maybe he'd feel bad later, but for now, he was going to enjoy every bit of this madness. He gathered the waves of Amy's hair into his fist, gripping near the back of her head and pushing her harder, hips thrusting to fuck her throat with purpose. Her body shuddered as she gagged, but she kept going, drool leaking around Tyler's cock as she took his every plunge.

"Greg should've appreciated what he had," Tyler grunted, still sloppily fucking Amy's face. "A nice little hot-to-trot slut ready to please him. Don't worry, though, I'll use you properly, baby."

Amy just moaned around his dick. With Tyler taking control, she allowed her hands to roam her own body. It didn't take long for a hand to slip into her yoga pants and begin teasing the edges of her panties, prodding the wet heat within. This was needlessly reckless, she knew that. Middle of the night or not, all it would take was one random car or, God forbid, one of their co-workers coming for a smoke break of their own, and they'd be caught.

But fuck if that didn't make it hotter, the chance of getting caught on her knees, moaning on Tyler's cock. Her fingers delved further, sliding between her swollen lips and working her clit as Tyler continued to use her like the back-alley slut she apparently was.

"Mm, we keep going like this, I'm not going to last, babe," Tyler moaned, thrusting less but still continuing to guide her up and down his dick. "You want me to finish?"

"Hnng, no," she gasped, pulling back against his grip enough to speak, twisting her head to slide her lips along his shaft. She kissed her way up and down it, her free hand grabbing it to stroke. She looked up to him with a hard stare. "Want you to fuck me."

Tyler wasted no time responding to that one, grabbing Amy's polo and using it to pull her to her feet. She gasped as he shoved her into a bent position in the trunk of her hatchback and dropped to his knees behind her. He pulled her hips back, tugging her yoga pants down until they were bunched around her ankles. All that was left was her panties, and the memory of that fleeting glance of her ass came back to him again. Instead of pulling them down or aside right away, he hiked one side into her ass to recreate the moment, then did what he'd desperately wanted to that morning, biting her bare ass and sucking on her cheek. He then let his mouth wander further into the crack, burying his face between her cheeks and continuing to bite and lick at her skin.

"Oh! Oh, fuck, yes," Amy gasped, not caring about the awkward angle she was bent at; the pain mixed sinfully well with the teasing pressure and bites being administered around her hot, aching holes.

"So good," Tyler whispered to himself as he pulled back, allowing him to finally pull her panties down and appreciate her pretty pink pussy properly before he dove in and started eating her out. "So fucking good," he moaned into her again, allowing his tongue to dart inside as deep as the angle allowed.

"Mmm, said to fuck me, but I'm not complaining," Amy said, biting her lip as she pressed back against Tyler's face. As he continued to eat her out, she began to grind against his face, helping him find better angles to devour her. And once he found it, she made sure to let him know with a new shuddering moan before all but sitting on his face. It all felt so good she didn't even mind the way his nose was pressing against her asshole, or that it was so pleasurable in its own right; there was a realization she'd need to unpack later.

Tyler gripped her thighs tightly from behind to support her squat on top of him, continuing to eat her out as his dick ached for more. As he indulged in the intoxicating taste of her pussy, he couldn't help but reflect on just how mad and out-of-control this situation was. He knew what this almost certainly was for Amy, a desperate, angry revenge-fuck, a way to punish Greg even if he never found out about it. Odds were, she wouldn't even be able to look at Tyler afterwards, and he wasn't quite sure how he'd feel himself. But for the moment, he was in heaven between her thighs, and he wasn't stopping until he'd felt her wrapped around his cock and heard her beg for more.

With that thought filling his head, he gave Amy's ass two firm slaps, pushing her off of him. Amy was still moaning from the work he'd done, but he didn't give her much time to recover before he was pulling her from the trunk and around the far side of the car. She let him guide her into the shadows, the one bit of careful planning to any of this as he guided her away from the rear entrance and pressed her into the wall. The brick was rough against her skin, but the sudden pressure of Tyler's cock against her ass took her mind off the feeling.

"Greg's such a fucking moron for giving you up," Tyler grunted, grinding his cock into the sloppy mess he'd left between her ass cheeks. Amy moaned as he pressed against her, shoving back into his desperate thrusting. "He should've upped his game to get on your level. Such a gorgeous, needy slut, and he drops the ball."

"I'm your slut now, baby," she replied. "So take me, use me, claim me, mmmmm, just fuck me."

Tyler didn't need any more prompting than that. He pulled back enough to let his cock swing below her ass and pushed forward tentatively, probing for her entrance. It didn't take long to find his target, and after a few testing prods, he pushed up and forward into her slick, welcoming hole.

"Oh, that's fucking it, yes!" Amy gasped, Tyler's full weight slamming into her as his dick stretched her wide. "Give me that cock, so goddamn good."

"Not... bad... yourself..." Tyler grunted, each word punctuated with a thrust. Logically, he knew the combined thrills of being outside and fucking his friend's girl were making this so hot, but he could still swear she had the tightest, wettest hole he'd ever been inside of, that her hungry pussy was milking him extra hard for her reward. Maybe it was, as she had the same additional thrills driving her own lust.

Whatever the case, the pleasure was too good to care, and Tyler lost himself in the rhythm of pounding Amy into the wall, driven by her moans and mewls. He gripped her hips tightly, allowing him to fuck her with steady, forceful thrusts, aching to burrow deeper into her even as their hips met and he fully penetrated her.

"Amy, you're so hot, fuck," Tyler said, nipping at her neck. "Not going to last much longer."

"I'm cl-close, too," she responded with a jittery whine. "Want your cum so bad."

"Where do you want it, baby?"

"F-face," she moaned. "That fucker Greg always wanted to spray my face. Was f-finally going to let him, but he missed out. W-want a real man's seed covering me now."

"Exactly what you deserve," Tyler groaned, slamming into her one more time before pulling all the way out. Amy reacted fast, spinning around and dropping into an awkward squat against the wall, quickly reaching eye level with the throbbing member still wet with her juices. "You want my cum, baby?"

"So bad," Amy moaned, fingers rapidly working her clit as she stuck out her tongue, mouth wide, just a few inches from Tyler's cock. He slapped it against her extended tongue a few times before letting the head rest there as he stroked furiously. "Want you to claim me with that fat load."