“I see. You’re a good son. I don’t know anyone that would do that for their mother. But I see that you’ve always been the teacher’s pet, haven’t you?” she asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.
“I guess so,” I reply. I watch as she bites her bottom lip and wish I was the one doing the biting. Never having been with a woman before, I want her like crazy. Which is crazy because I never wanted any woman before and now, I can’t stop thinking about sliding my cock balls deep inside of her. Under the table, I adjust myself as discreetly as possible. I’m hard as a rock and about to burst through the vintage Formica table. The sweatpants are no match for my cock.
“So, what was it like growing up on a commune?” I ask, changing the subject after we order. Pancakes and turkey sausage for both of us, with coffees. Hers light and sweet, mine black.
“You’re probably thinking it was a twenty-four-seven sex-fest like in pornos, or a religious cult thing that ended up in a shootout with the FBI, but it wasn’t. It was spiritual, and everyone wore their clothes, at least while the kids were awake, though I can’t speak to what went on after I went to bed. I went to public school. I was homecoming queen and prom queen. I was a cheerleader on Friday nights and watched Doctor Who on Saturday. It wasn’t weird or anything,” she says defensively.
“It seems like you’ve had to defend it before,” I reply.
“My whole life. Kids thought it was a cult; their parents thought it was a sex thing. It was just normal. Just where I grew up.”
“I understand. I grew up in a mob family in New Jersey.” Her mouth drops open. I reach over and push her chin up, closing her lips. I have to adjust myself again because all I can think about is what she’d look like with my dick in her mouth.
“Can you just tell people that?” she asks, giggling.
“I can tell whoever I want. Secret’s get you killed.”
“So why are you telling me?”
“I’m not sure. I find myself wanting to tell you all kinds of things.”
“Me too.”
So, we do. We spend the next several hours drinking coffee and talking about any and everything. Before we know it, the sun is coming up through the window in the restaurant and we still aren’t ready to say goodbye.
Outside, we walk hand in hand back to where I parted and stand by my car. Lingering.
“Where’s your car?” I ask.
“It’s back at the gym, but I live just across the street. I can pick it up when I go to work.” She points to a building across the street. Above the restaurant is an apartment with a bright blue flower box attached to the window. It has a peace sign on it, and I know it’s her place. She is one hundred percent peace, love, and flowers.
“Let me walk you?”
“That would be great, thanks.” Taking her hand, I lead her across the still empty street. It’s six-thirty in the morning, but I imagine the street will be full soon. I can’t believe we spent five hours talking, really getting to know each other. The one thing that sticks out in my mind is that she’s never had a boyfriend or a lover. I want to be her first, last, and only. Just as she’d be mine. I also have enough caffeine coursing through my veins to keep me awake for days. There’s a small doorway next to the restaurant, I wait while she pulls the key out for the door. Inside we climb a short, narrow flight of stairs and stop in front of her door. She unlocks the door but doesn’t make a move to go inside. She shifts back and forth from one foot to the other. She doesn’t want the night to end any more than I do.
“Want to come inside? I could put on some more coffee,” she says. Instead, I lean down and kiss her full pink lips. My hands tangle in her long blonde hair and I am lost. The touch of her tongue against my tongue is almost enough to make me drop to my knees. I know that once I do that, I’ll never stop worshipping this girl.
Is it possible to fall in love so deeply in one night?
THREE
RIVER
I feel alive for the very first time. I reach behind me and turn the doorknob, using my ass to push it open. Still kissing me, he guides me into my living room and kicks the door closed behind him. I growl like an angry kitten as he breaks the kiss, but he’s just pulling my sweatshirt over my head. He tosses it over the back of the couch. This is happening! I was waiting for my husband, but this feels right. This feels meant to be.