Please never let this happen to me

“Everyone got a ride?” Brad asks, scanning the employees to make sure no objections were raised.
“I don’t,” came Sarah’s voice from behind the counter, muffled because her head was currently inside the popcorn machine cleaning it out.
“Then you get to stay.” Brad unlocked the back door for everyone to scurry out into the dreary winter night. He watched the kids climb into their cars and peel away as fast as they could from this place. Brad wished he could do the same.
Brad walked back into the concession area where Sara was still hard at work, “you don’t have to keep cleaning,” Sara pulled herself from under the machine, her shirt dipped down just enough for Brad to see her light pink bra.
“Are you sure? I don’t mind.”
Brad shook his head, “no, just let me finish some stuff upstairs and then if someone’s not here for you, I’ll take you home.”
“I’ll try them again,” Sara picked up her phone and stuck it to her ear.
Brad watched her for a moment, not sure what answer he was hoping for from the other end of the phone but he figured regardless, it would be a much less awkward trip home if he backed away now and didn’t stare at Sara while she called.
Upstairs, Brad reviewed the receipts for the evening, stacked all the money in the safe, and set out the instructions for the morning crew. He had so much trouble dealing with his hands shaking his only instruction for the morning crew was, “Open Doors.”
“What’s the verdict?” Brad’s step took a hop once he saw that Sara was still in the building.
“Look’s like it’s just you and me tonight.”
They walked out to the car together, Brad finding it way too creepy to open Sara’s door so he unlocked the door from his side and climbed in and shut his door. After the engine was started, Brad realized that Sara was not in the car. He glanced over to see Sara pulling at the door to no avail. Brad leaned over and opened the door.
“Sorry about that. It hasn’t stuck like that in a while.”
“I’m only half frozen now.”
“I’m sorry,” Brad looked at Sara and dropped his eyes. Sara leaned over and patted him on the cheek.
“I’m just kidding with you.”
Brad sheepishly looked back through the windshield, “Where to?”
Luckily, Sara was on the way to Brad’s house, though, he would have driven twenty miles the other way just so his car could smell like coconut for a day. As they turned around the last curve, Sara pointed to the sidewalk, “You can drop me off here.”
“There’s some creeps out there,” Brad stopped hoping he hadn’t just painted himself into that corner, “I mean, I just don’t someone to grab you.”
“Are the my big bad protector?” Sara reached her hand over and squeezed Brad’s thirteen-inch arm. It wasn’t much but Brad squeezed it as tight as it would go, “you don’t have to pose for me.”
“I’m not,” Brad protested though held his arm tight as Sara continued to hold on. Sara slid up on her left knee and leaned into Brad, kissing him square on the mouth, her dainty lips immediately sucked up inside as Brad settled into the pleasant surprise. Sara pulled back into her seat and grabbed Brad’s arm again.
“Told you were.” The two laughed for a moment, Brad staring through Sara, trying to decide what to do. “Can I touch you?” her words fell out nonchalantly.
“Touch me?”
“If you have to ask then you don’t know what I’m talking about and so it doesn’t matter,” Sara turned to the door and grabbed the handle.
Brad reached over and grabbed her arm; “do you mean,” Brad groped his crouch with his left hand. Sara let go over the handle and readjusted her head directly aimed at Brad’s lap. Brad held onto Sara’s arm and tried to unzip his pants with only his left. Sara grabbed the right and set it down, her hand brushing just inches away from Brad’s rising lap. Brad lurched back; the touch was almost too much for him to stand. “Are we on the same page now?”
“Yea,” Sara bit her lip and batted her eyes. Brad moved slower, allowing the moment to fester. As Brad pulled out his cock, he closed his eyes as if to soak in the moment and then rolled his head towards Sara. He seemed hesitant to open his eyes when the light hit him, it seemed a little cliché even for his imaginations to shine the light of heaven on him in this extraordinary moment but when he did, euphoria disappeared. Thoughts of large black men and bunk beds flooded his mind as he stared back into the lens of Sara’s Nokia phone.