Megan 008

Megan 008

“You’re welcome. Now, I do suggest that you head back soon. He’s probably going to ask you where you’ve been. Just tell him that you’ve been helping me pack meat,” he told me.

I immediately blushed when I realized he was meaning something else. I waved goodbye, heading back as fast as I could. It was a bit hard to actually run when you’re like this, but I took it with stride. I definitely was happier than before, and when I got to my dad’s place, I saw him there. When I walked in, he looked at me with a shocked expression.

“There you are. I’ve been worried,” he said.

“Sorry dad. I’ve been helping Collin pack meat. It’s a hard job, and I was in the middle of a job and was doing so well that I wanted to stay and finish up. Extra money, right?” I said with a smile. It was so fake, but that was surely enough for him to believe me.

He then nodded, listening to my words. “I see. Well, that’s certainly good for me to hear. I’ve been worried. It sounds like this job was the right one for you,” he said.

“It was dad. Trust me, I’ve never been happier,” I said. Of course, dick also helped with that.

“Good. W ell, I’m glad that you’re starting to learn character. I was worried you were going to end up being some wild girl who ended up having sex left and right until something bad happened. But you’ve mellowed out,” he told me.

That’s what he thought. I simply agreed with my father, trying to hide the lie as best as I could, and soon, I was heading back to where my room was. When I got there I closed the door, sighing in relief.

My dad didn’t know shit, which was how I was going to keep it. He didn’t need to know about my little secret with the meat man, the butcher I’ve grown to lie. I mean, he’s cute, and he’s got a nice cock. This would certainly help pass the time until I was back at school. Of course, I kind of wanted more of this man, and I did ponder the idea of a relationship with him. In truth, it was something I thought about, but something I didn’t really know for sure.

Would a relationship work? Or was I totally biting off more than I could chew. He was about five years older than me, so it wasn’t anything too terrible, but I don’t want my dad to find out or anything. Nevertheless, I knew that there was one aspect of this relationship that was already true, and something that I would keep there.

The relationship was a secret between the two of us, a secret I would keep with me no matter what the odds. I couldn’t wait for the next time I would get to go to the butcher shop and do some work, because while I knew I would get to have some fun with actual meat, I couldn’t wait to play with that man’s meat once more and truly become the best that I could be at handling his large and hefty sausage.