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"Hey!" Said the familiar voice behind the counter. "Haven't seen ya in a while, thought you mighta found a better coffee place." He says with a laugh. You smile, glancing down at the name tag in his shirt, it read "Wesley"
You let out a laugh that sounded far more forced than you meant it too. You've had your eye on the coffee boy for a while, since the first time he rang up your order. You thought that today you'd take a leap and see if he'd go out with you after he got off work.
"Never! I've just been out of town, visiting a friend." You lied. You had really just been too embarrassed to come in on the days he worked. He smiled at you, causing your cheeks to turn an obvious red. "Plus, you know theres no better coffee place in Jacksonville."
He laughed at the comment, "Sure, I guess." Flashing a smile, causing your face to heat up more. "Anyways, you want your usual?" He asks casually, resting his hand on the marble countertop.
"Yeah." You reply quietly, hoping that he hadn't noticed how red your face had gotten since you came up to the counter. "Hey, so uh." You start, struggling to get the words out. "Would you um, maybe wanna like," You continued trying your hardest to push the words out. "Go out, after your shift?"
He stops his writing on your cup, looking up to you. "Like, a date?" Wes asks, his teeth gnawing at his cheek. You nod silently. "I'd love to, actually." He accepted with a crooked smile. You exhaled, smiling back.
"Okay!" You say eagerly. You pull out your wallet and hand him your card.
"So, I get off at 3:50-ish do you wanna do it at like 4?” Wes asks, swiping your card and handing it back. He taps nervously on the machine, once again chewing at his cheek.
"That's good, uh, should we just meet here?" Your hearts beating fast while you stare into his dilated pupils. He peaks over your shoulder, seeing the people behind you.
"Um, yeah, but I think we should sort the rest out later, cuz the lines getting kind long." You look over your shoulder with him, seeing the obviously annoyed people behind you.
"Okay, uhm. I'll see you in a few hours." You reply with a smile. Wes passes the cup to the barista behind him and you walk to a table and set your stuff down and take a seat, waiting for your name to be called.
It felt like an eternity waiting for Wes to get off work. You had gotten yourself ready. Throwing on a clean t-shirt and a new pair of jeans. You felt cute, you just hoped Wes would feel the same. You looked at your digital clock next to your bed. It read 3:44. You should probably get going by now. Wes would be off soon. You left your apartment, taking the small walk over to the coffee bar. The quiet streets of Jacksonville calmed your nerves. The sky was clear and blue. The spring weather was just right. Not too hot, not too cold.
I guess I chose the right day for a date.
You thought as you turned into the coffee place. Your eyes darted around, looking for the long haired boy, but he was no where to be seen. You decide to sit at an unoccupied table and wait. You fidgeted with your fingers as you sat there impatiently. You were nervous that he had just bailed, and decided to leave you embarrassed in the coffee house. Just as you looked up once more you saw him. The pretty boy in a Metallica shirt walking towards you, a pretty smile on his pretty face. His curly hair bounced a bit as he waved at you. You waved back, standing up to greet him. Your eyes glanced at the clock across the room. 4:07. Huh, you thought it had been a lot longer.
“Hey! I was hoping you’d show up.” He joked, smiling awkwardly. You laughed, and smiled back.
“You know I would never. But I was scared that you might blow me off!” You replied in a half joking manner. He giggled, turning the other way. You follow as he begins to walk.
“Where do ya’ wanna go?” Wes asks, looking down at you.
“Um, I guess I didn’t plan that far..” He smiles at you once more, taking your hand in his.
“I have an idea.” He says, guiding you down out the door and down the side walk.
Wes took you around to a what he said were his “top two favorite places in Jacksonville”. First, a small tree house behind the Family Dollar. He said it’d been there all his life. The two of you bought snacks and drinks from the Family Dollar and had a picnic in the tree house, you and Wes talked and joked. At one time Wes laughed so hard Red Bull came out of his nose! The two of you were like school kids at lunchtime.
Then he took you to his favorite record store, even making conversation with the employees. After that, he took you back to his apartment as the sun was setting.
“That was a lot of fun!” You say, Wes lighting a cigarette. He takes a drag, smiling.
“It was, I really like spending time with you.” Wes said. You blushed furiously at his reply, looking away. “Maybe we can do this again.” You nod, watching him continue to smoke the cigarette. He looked so handsome in the dim light of the sun set. You smiled tucking your hands into your shallow jean pockets. Wes takes one last drag of his cigarette before throwing it on the ground and stamping it out with his shoe.
“So, goodnight?” You ask awkwardly, crossing your legs.
“Oh, I was gonna invite you in. If that’s okay?” He says, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“Actually, I’d love to come it.” You blush and Wes opens the door to his apartment building.
“After you, m’lady” He says jokingly, laughing at the end of his sentence. You giggle, walking into the apartment lobby and up to the elevators. You allow Wes to press the “up” button and the two of you silently step into the small elevator. You and Wes make small talk while the classic elevator music plays, almost as background noise. When you’re slightly distracted in a response to one of his questions, Wes slips his hand into yours, holding your hand again. You try not to notice, acting as if you didn’t care, but after that, all you could think about is your hand in his. You stayed silent for the last few seconds of the elevator ride. Wes guided you to his apartment, only letting go of your hand to take out his key and unlock the door.
You walk in, turning around to face him with a smile. Wes smiles back, rushing past you to pick up a few loose shirts in his living room.
“I’m sorry for the mess, I honestly didn’t think that I’d invite you in.” He says, throwing the shirts in the corner of the room.
“Hah, don’t worry. I promise it doesn’t bother me at all.”
“Here, come sit.” Wes tells you, motioning to the couch. You sit, and he sits next to you, handing you the remote. “Watch whatever you want.” You pick a channel and the two of you watch the TV.
You smile as Wes puts his arms over your shoulders and pulls you closer to him. Your cheeks are burning red and your skin is damp. The warmth of Wes' body next to yours was no help to the sweat accumulating on your body.
"So uh, did you ever get a call back from that Fred guy? About that band?" You ask awkwardly, trying to break the silence.
"Not yet, he said it might take a while. Him 'n I didn't really click but, I just wanna try this music career thing out I guess." Wes replies, "Uh, anyways." He hesitates, obviously not sure what to say next. You smile at the awkward look on his face, it has a hint of thought as well. He was always cute from across the counter, but you'd never gotten this close of a look at him. He was perfect.
Without a second thought, your hand reached up to his face, pulling to the side and down in the direction of yours. You leaned upwards, your lips smashing together. Your eyes flutter shut and Wes is left there in shock. He took a moment before deciding to lean into the kiss, his free and reaching to cup your cheek sweetly. You want to melt into him. His soft lips and his warm body make you completely weak.
Wes pulled his lips away, your faces still close. He looked down from your eyes to your lips, leaning back into them once more. You nipped at his bottom lip. You wanted to taste him. Almost in a trance, Wes immediately parted his lips. Your tongue slipped past your lips, exploring Wes' mouth. He lingered of the cigarette he smoked before he took you into his apartment. You loved it. It was like you've kissed a thousand times before. It was like he knew just how you liked to be held. Just how you liked to be kissed. It was perfect. He was perfect. You pressed your free hand on his chest.
Wes nipped at your lip, his tongue pressing against yours. He let out a quiet groan. One you wouldn't have heard if you weren't kissimg. Your hand ran down from his cheek to meet your other on his chest. You clawed at his blue t-shirt, bunching it up in your hands. This caused Wes to let out another deep groan. He began to kiss down to your neck. He nipped and sucked on your sensitive skin. He left sloppy kisses up and down each side of your neck.
You wanted to whine, to beg him for more. But you didn't want him to think you were desparete.
He pulled you even closer to him, pulling you by your waist. His nails dug into your shirt. It made you want more, more than a kiss, or a hot make-out. You wanted him, his body, his cock.
You were done with the fluff. You pushed him back, his lips smacking before you yanked his shirt over his head. His chest and stomach were exposed. He was trim, with muscles. Your mouth watered at the sight. You practically lunged at him, digging your nails into his shoulders and pressing your lips hard on his neck. He was caught off guard, not sure how to react. You continued your kisses down to his chest, leaving red hickeys on your way. You showered the barista's chest with wet kisses and hickeys, letting yourself go as his fingers began to run through your hair while you continued down, lower and lower until you found yourself at the waistband of this boxers and his leather belt.
Wes watched you intently as you climbed off the couch and sat in between his legs. You parted his knees with your hands, warm palms resting on his knee caps. His hard-on was clearly visible through his demin jeans. You looked at the tent in his pants, then to Wes, his pupils blown up and his teeth worrying at his bottom lip. He nodded, almost egging you on to do what he so badly wanted.
You smirked, your hands running up his thighs. You could hear his fast breaths, his eyes following your hands as one of them ran lightly over his erection. You palmed him gently with oen hand while the other unbuckled his belt. The metal clanked and the button popped. You unzipped him and used your other hand to pull down his jeans and boxers; waisting no time with anymore touching. His dick was achingly hard, you could tell from just the sight of it. The tip red, with a bead of pre-cum dripping down.
You took him in your hand immediately. You looked back up at him, licking a strip up the shaft and engulfing the tip in your mouth. Wes' breath hitched, his fingers digging deep into the couch cushions. You teased him, swirling your tongue around him. His pupils were bigger than ever, his cheeks red as roses, and his mouth agape. It was an intoxicating sight. You had dreamed, no, fantisized about this moment, almost from the day you laid your eyes on the coffee boy. You'd never imagined that you'd get to put him in this position.
You slipped his cock into your mouth, wrapping your lips around him. He let out a quiet whine almost as soon as he sunk into your warm, wet mouth. Each time you bobbed your head down you took him deeper, until you felt his tip hit the back of your throat. This time the noise that slipped from his mouth was erotic, almost like a porno. His hand moving to your hair, pulling you back down. You loved that he wanted you. You loved the way that Wes bucked his hips up and how he pulled you by your hair.
The noises he made were enough to make you you wet, they made you want to fuck him, ride him, anything. It was all too much. You lifted your self off his cock with a wet pop. He was panting, his hips still bucking upwards, trying to get friction. It was so hot.
His eyes were on your face, admiring your red cheeks and swollen lips as you stood up and sat on the couch next to Wes, allowing him to take control this time.
He kicked his bottoms off his ankles and slipped off his socks before he turned back towards you. His cock slick with spit and pre-cum. It was a beautiful sight. But before you could comment Wes had already started to run his hands up your body.
“I think you should lose these clothes.” The words made you melt. He looked at you, as if to tell you to shed your clothing. You blushed furiously while you pulled your shirt over you head, exposing your bra. It wasn’t your best one, but it’s not like you expected him to see it on the first date. Wes bit at his lip, leaning closer to you. He wrapped his arms around you, fiddling with your bra clasp. He unhooked it, pulling your straps off and throwing it to the side. His eyes dropped to your tits. His mouth watered and he took one in his hand. You watched as he took a nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking. Wes leaned you over so that you were laying down on the couch, your head resting on the throw pillow. His lips never left your nipple, settling his legs in between yours.
“I want more.” You whine, running your fingers through his long, light brown hair. His hair was always so beautiful to you. The way it curled at the ends, the way it shined, how it made him look absolutely perfect. Wes released your nipple, looking up to you with a sweet smirk. “Please, I want you..” The words made Wes’ hands dart down to your jeans, unbuttoning them just as you had done to him just a few minutes earlier. Your hands left his hair, instead to grab at the throw pillow under your head. You were almost dizzy with lust. The way the coffee boy’s hair brushed against your bare stomach while he started to pull down your jeans and panties. The cool air hit your thighs, making you even more lost in the thought of Wes fucking your brains out.
“Wow.” Wes marveled at your pussy, your wetness dripping down to the couch cushion. “You’re so wet.” He whispered as he leaned to your neck, his hands on either side of your head. You were losing your mind at this point. His right hand crept down your side, down to your thigh. Then he trailed his fingers back up your thigh, up to your pussy. He ran his fingers from your clit, to your slit. You let out a needy whine. You were so horny even just the lightest touch made your body tingle. You could feel his smirk against your neck. He continued to touch you while he left kisses all over your neck. It was as if he wanted to draw out this moment until you couldn’t take it anymore. He kissed your neck, your chin, and your earlobe. He left red and purple bruises all over your neck.
Just as you began to thrust your hips up Wes turned his attention to your clit, drawing painfully slow circles around it. A sweet moan escaped your lips, your hands grabbing onto his shoulders. Your nails dug deep, leaving crescent shaped indents in his pale skin. Your eyes fluttered shut as Wes continued to rub you, letting whines and begs spill from your lips. His hot breath on your neck and the way he touched you was all too much. You wanted to cum right then and there, but obviously, Wes had other plans.
He pulled his hand away from your pussy, and held himself back up. He held his wet fingers up to your lips. You opened your mouth, Wes shoving your fingers in, without a word you began to suck on his fingers, your tongue wrapping around his long, lanky fingers. He watched, almost in a trance, as you licked his fingers clean of your juices. He pulled his fingers out, guiding his hand down to his cock.
“Do you want it?” He asked. You nodded silently, biting at your lip so hard you could taste the metallic blood that seeped from it. “Use your words.” You turn your head away, biting at your finger. The way his husky voice sounded made you want him all the more
“Yes, please. God..” You spout haphazardly. Pawing at his chest and shoulders, as if you were begging. Wes smiled, using his hand to guide himself to your entrance.
You felt like you were on fire. Wes slowly pushed into you. You still couldn’t believe that this was happening. Even as Wes continued to push his himself into you, letting out a deep groan. The way he filled you was perfect. He pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back into you. A whoreish moan spilled from your lips as he thrusts once more. That familiar chill went through every inch of your body while Wes continued to thrust, harder and harder. The sound of the two of you moaning and his thighs slapping against yours was all you could hear. The sound of the tv was completely drowned out as you were completely consumed with pleasure. Wes leaned upwards quickly, pulling your thighs over his. The new angle sent him deeper and faster. You couldn’t contain yourself, every lewd sound and word that came to mind slipped right from your mouth.
Wes watched you, your half lidded eyes, your bouncing tits and your arms and legs splayed far apart. You were such a beautiful sight. He held your hips tight and used them to pull you up and down, like a toy. A toy that was all his. A toy he can fuck, whenever he liked.
He used one of his hands to start rubbing your clit again, watching as your back arched and let out a moan so loud someone might mistake it for a scream. You couldn’t think anymore. You were spewing words of praise left and right, Wes continuing to fuck you. It seemed he himself was lost in the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t help himself. You felt too good. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. He kept thrusting, harder and harder. Sweat formed on his forehead, his brows knit in concentration and his eyes shut. The image of your lips wrapped around his shaft and your tits bouncing played over and over in his mind. He imagined all the times he made small talk with you in the coffee bar, sneaking glances at your tits, or your body when you wore especially skin tight tops. All the times he snuck away from the counter to jack off to you in the bathroom, thinking of a moment like this but never thinking it would happen. It was almost too much, until you felt that special feeling start to form in your abdomen.
“Jesus, Wes! I’m so close, oh my god.” You could barely get the words out. “Fuck! Fuck me!” You yelled, your orgasm starting to wash over you like a wave crashing in the ocean. You were completely helpless at this point, your legs went limp and you grabbed your hair tightly. You were seeing stars, Wes still pounding into you while you tightened and contracted around his cock. You couldn’t believe how powerful your orgasm was, how it so powerfully consumed your thoughts and how every sense in your body seemed to shut off.
Wes whined as you continually tighten around him. It was just enough to push him over the edge.
“I’m gonna cum-” He manages to whisper out. As much as he hated to do so, he pulled out, stroking himself fast, shooting cum onto your stomach less than a second later. He pounded into his fist, letting out a sweet moan as he shot another load. You felt the warm substance landing on your stomach in 4 healthy spurts. You started to come down from your high, opening your eyes to the beautiful sight of Wes with his cock in his hand, milking every ounce of his orgasm from himself. You thought he was done, but as you continued to watch him a few droplets of cum drizzled down his cock.
Wes almost collapsed on top of you, kissing you sweetly. Not in a needy way, but a passionate way. No tongue, just his sugar sweet lips pressing hard against yours. You both panted and gasped, catching your breath. You buried your face in his neck, inhaling his scent. He smelled so good. Your arms wrapped around Wes’ neck, basking in the afterglow.
Wes rolled off you, laying on your side. Your skin still damp and sticking to his. You looked up at the barista, smiling and holding his arm. You felt his muscles as he played with your hair. He twirled it around his finger, smiling at you in a way you’ve never seen before. It wasn’t the same smile he’d give you when he would hand you your coffee, but a softer, much more intimate one.
“Does this mean we can go on a second date?” You question, looking up at Wes with big eyes. You giggle, and he does too.
“I think so.” He replies tiredly, wrapping his arm around you and using the throw blanket over the back of the couch to cover the two of you up.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you drifted off in his arms.