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 Coffee Shop Girl - Chapter 2

   by Uncle Pester

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Keywords: (MF, oral, cons, cheat)
Notes: Sam is confronted by a young college co-ed for a host of good
times.
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   Chapter 2: The Date

   Monday morning.  What a fucking drag.  'Is there a person on this earth
that loves Mondays?' Sam mumbled to himself as he head his way to work in
the darkness of an autumn morning.  He walked his way into work, passing
the coffee shop on the way.  The object of his affection was waiting there.
ready to take his order.

   He looked down as his wallet, devoid of cash but filled with credit
cards.  His M.O.  of paying for everything.  He sighed and drew his debit
card out to get his daily caffeine fix.  He then saw his raven haired
beauty.  Her eye mascara was turned up around the sides of her eyes.  Much
like he had seen Amy Winehouse do on her own.

   Her eyes met his, and a wide, and wicked smile appeared on her face.

   "Hi Sammy."

   He loved looking into her eyes.  They were bright and untainted against
life as a whole.

   He stopped in mid motion, remembering the events of the last Friday
night and how she blew him under the table.  He was embarrassed just a bit
as she flicked her tongue between her lips.  He was done.  She had his ass
in her hands.  Pliable to her demands, he simply just gazed into her
mesmerizing eyes.

   "Usual?" she asked him to try to shock him out of his gaze on her.

   "Oh, yea.  Sarah." He managed to respond to her waking him out of his
reverie.  He watched her as she turned to fix his coffee.  She had black
hair tucked under her standard issue hat and it was flowing out the back of
the ball cap.  Her eyes were a bright green with really bright eye whites
surrounding her irises.  She was flat-chested.  Something, he had a fetish
for.  He liked his women either stacked or devoid of breasts.  She almost
had nothing for breasts.  This intrigued him even more.

   She was sporting a bubble ass in her polyester issue pants.  She had, on
more than one occasion, bent over in front of him showing him her sweet
assets She had a nice ass, and knew it from the confirmations of boyfriends
of past.  She was um-encumbered by one now and on the prowl for sex.  She
returned to him with a steaming cup of hot coffee and proceeded to put a
lid on it.

   "So, did you like Friday night?" she asked him non-nonchalantly.

   "Yes, I did.  I don't think I've ever had an encounter quite like . . .
" his voice trailed off due to the customers coming in line behind him.

   She smiled and looked him squarely in the eyes.

   "Take me out sometime." she matter-of-factually told him.  The guys
behind him in line signaled their approval of his catch.  Gave him a thumbs
up and a quick nod of the head as if signaling, 'Go for it, man'.

   He looked back at her and told her a meek "OK" as he walked away from
the coffee stand.  Her eyes were fixed on him as he walked away.  Unaware
that she was pining away for him.  She was smitten - she wanted her
conquest and wanted it now.

   * * *

   Throughout the day, his mind involuntarily found its way and focused on
her.  He couldn't work worth a shit.  All he could recount in his mind was
her actions on him underneath the bar table.  In all his life, he had never
had sex in public, let alone sex with such a sweet young thing.  He kept on
thinking about her and her visage.  It drove his desire even further. 
'Fuck it.' he thought to himself.  With that, he got up and made his way
back to the coffee shop to see her again.

   "Hi, Sara.  What's . . .  " she cut him off in mid-sentence.

   Her eyes visibly grew wider at his unexpected arrival.  It was really
rare that he would step up to the shop after 11 am.  He was a working stiff
and by 11 he would have already enough caffeine pumping through his veins
to kill an elephant.

   "Sam." she exclaimed.  "Nice to see you again."

   "I, uh, have been thinking.  I think I'd like to take you up on that
offer earlier.  That is, if it's still on the table." he paused, waiting
for her reply.

   "Of course it is.  Always for you." she smiled sweetly at him almost
seductively he felt.  He sucked up all his courage and kept on pace.

   "So, how's tonight?"

   "Wow, so fast." she cattily purred at him.  "Sure, let's do it after
work."

   "There's a nice bar, 'round the corner." he related to her.

   They made plans for after work.  A couple of drinks, some deep fried bar
food and God knows what else would happen after that.  They confirmed their
plans as she had her head cocked just slightly to one side.  A body
movement that Sam knew was a subconscious reaction to flirting with him. 
She playfully twirled her black ponytail around a lone finger, signaling
her willingness to be with him.

   * * *

   The end of the workday couldn't arrive quick enough for the both of
them. However, there was no damned way Sarah was going to show up to her
date in her work uniform.  She made her way back to her dorm, quickly told
her room-mate that she was out on a date and had plans on "sexiling" her
room-mate for the night should things get to that point.  She had every
intention on bringing Sam back to her room.  She kinda figured his place
would be a no go.

   She walked her way briskly to the tavern only to find him sitting out on
a bench nervously waiting for her.  She paused momentarily to take up the
situation at hand.  He was continually checking his watch - looking around
at his surroundings to see if he might have been busted by co-workers or
anyone he might know.  She took solace in this and realized she, again, had
the upper hand.

   "Hey there." she playfully said to him approaching the bench he was on.

   She looked absolutely stunning.  Her blue jeans were really
form-fitting. They hugged her every curve, showing off her young thighs in
all their glory.  Her ass was framed by the jeans and it looked as if they
were only accentuating her supple booty.  She sported a black top that
revealed her breast-bone.  He could see that she had almost no body fat by
the ridges of it.  His eyes followed down her open neckline and fixated
upon the button keeping her top securely closed.  He could tell she wasn't
wearing a bra.  Her hair was out of the ball cap, something he had never
seen, revealing a full, luscious head of black flowing locks on either side
of her white face.

   He jumped up at her approach.  The look in his eyes told her everything.
He was totally smitten.  She knew it, she was going to take advantage of
the situation.

   "Wow.  Sarah, you look fantastic!" he related to her.  "Had I known
you'd spruce up so well.  I would have done the same." he apologetically
told her.

   "No worries.  Ready?" she asked as she signaled her readiness to get
things started and the date on its way.  He followed close behind her and
took in the rear view of his companion.  She was hot beyond compare.  He
wanted just a taste of her that he was denied at the bar previously. 
Hopefully, he could find a way for it to work. . .

   They casually talked over round after round of beers and the usual
staple of bar food offerings.  Deep fried this, deep fried that and the
like.  They giggled over past stories, got to know each other even better
and both had a great time.  She giggled playfully over his jokes, while he
hung on her every word.  Their hands brushed against each other several
times throughout the night as they both reached for food at their communal
plate.  Their eyes made contact several times, each knowing the other was
interested in continuing things further past the night.

   They exited the tavern with her arms wrapped lovingly around one of his.
They slowly walked down the lit path of the sidewalk.  They eventually came
to a crosswalk that was going to signal an end to the night.  His car was
parked to the south while her dorm room was still yet a bit off to the
north.

   She gently tugged him to follow her and walk her home.  Of course, he
should do this.  It's only right.  They continued to walk up to her dorm,
arm in arm, having a great conversation on their way.

   "Well.  What do ya know.  I'm home.", she stated as they walked up to
the underpass of the dorm.  "Hey, I have an idea." she proffered to him. 
"Why don't you come up and see college life again."

   It was happening.  He was nervous as hell.  He had never been invited up
to a girl's dorm room even while he was in college.  Was he going to refuse
her offer?  Hell no!.  He told her that he liked the idea and walked in to
the dorm arm and arm with her.

   After checking in, she led him up to her room.  All the kids were
looking at the both of them.  Some wondering what the hell she was doing
with the old dude, some signaled approval for him.  She opened the door to
her room and closed it behind him.  Now, he was hers and ripe for the
taking.

   Her room-mate was gone as promised and the room was empty save for the
two of them.  She placed either hand on his respective shoulders, looked up
into his eyes and said. . .

   "I really had a wonderful time tonight."

   He stood at least a foot over her.  She was a petite little thing.  Not
only was she small in stature, but also in her womanly features.  His cock
started to twinge at her advances.  He was really fighting the urge to kiss
her.  Her supple, young lips were so inviting.  His pupils should have been
dilated way out to the end of his irises.  He was excited and waiting her
next move.

   She raised her hands up and locked them behind his neck in anticipation
of a kiss.  He bowed his down to meet her sweet lips and locked his with
hers.  She slowly parted her lips to allow him access to her tongue.  Their
tongues met and played a dance inside her waiting mouth.

   She let her purse and her light coat drop to the ground as their tongue
lock became more and more intense.  She removed her hands from around his
neck to slowly undo the buttons on her sheer black top.  It also, fell to
the ground showing him her bare torso.  He was right, no bra.  He broke
away from her passionate kiss and looked down at his young lover.  Her tits
were even smaller than he had imagined.  She was damn near flat-chested. 
His prick stirred in his pants, fueled by the petite little fetish in front
of him.  She pulled his polo type shirt over his head so their bare flesh
could make contact against each other.

   He held her tight to him as he wrapped his much larger arms around the
small of her back and held her tight.  Her hands were now resting on the
insides of his elbows and again their lips were locked in an embrace.  She
started to kick her shoes off her as he tried to follow suit.  He couldn't
do it without breaking their embrace.  He, embarrassed, removed his shoes,
socks and pants and sat down on what he assumed was her bed waiting for her
to follow suit.

   She dramatically, and slowly, undid the button on her jeans and lithely
slid out of them in full view of him.  He intently watched her undress
before him and unconsciously started to stroke his slowly hardening cock
through his boxer briefs.

   "Whoa, baby.  That's my job." she scolded him.  She seductively slid
down next to him and placed a free hand on his bulging hard-on.

   She took his briefs down around his ankles slowly side by side.  Sliding
them down the length of his legs without his intervention.  They were
laying in a small pile by his ankles as she turned her attention to his
ever stiffening prick.

   There was a single light still shining over her desk that illuminated
their nocturnal activities.  The light reflected off of his engorged and
purplish head as she slowly jerked his member up and down.  She saw the
tell-tale sign of pre-cum oozing from his urethra.  She knew he was turned
on by her.  He knew, the game was up.  The lust in his eyes only signaled
to her that she was driving this old fuck wild.  She loved the effect she
had on him.  She wasn't going to let it stop.  He couldn't take anymore. 
He knew if he let her have his way he was going to blow a load quick.  He
threw her on her back in the small single bed they offer the dorm students.
He straddled over her and told her. . .

   "Baby, it's too much.  The last time you worked your charms on me I came
way too quickly.  I think it's time you got something for yourself."

   He kissed a trail from under her neck, down her breastbone and finally
rested on her love tunnel.  He took a deep breath to drink in her scent and
damn near came at her muskiness.  He lowered his head and shoved his tongue
deep in her canal.

   She responded by arching her back and gasped at the forcefulness of his
actions.  She wasn't prepared for it, but loved it.  He tongue-fucked her
while her legs, or inner thighs started to squeeze either side of his head.
He kept up his unrelenting pace on her as she continued, unknowingly,
squeezing his temples.  To tell the truth, it kinda hurt.  But, he wasn't
about to stop on the object of his affections.  No way!

   Her legs were way too tight around the sides of his head and he found he
couldn't bob up and down to tongue-fuck Sarah anymore.  He changed tactics
and decided to dedicate his actions upon her swollen clit.  He forced a
hand over her thigh to open up her labia major to gain better access to her
womanhood.

   His fingers found the mark and spread her petals as far as they would
part.  It exposed her blood engorged nubbin, it was ripe for the taking. 
Without hesitation he went to work on her.

   His tongue flicked over her stiffened clit.  He could taste her juices
change from a light taste to a much more thick, salty and musky taste.  He
thought she was starting to get off.  'I'll be damned if I'm stopping now.'
he thought to himself.  He dove into her sweetness even more determined
than before to finish her off to completion.  After all, he owed her right?
She was starting to sweat.  The sweat was glistening on her
barely-there-a-cup tits and he felt his cock twitch and started to rub it
on her bed-sheets.

   He broke himself away from her thigh's grips on his head.  He slowly
crawled his way up to mount her.  Her eyes were wide with anticipation as
he slowly lowered his lower torso to meet hers.  Her legs will still open
and inviting as he lowered his hard prick to make contact with her.  He let
his body rest, with full weight, on her pelvic region sending his shaft
deep inside her while their pubic bones met full force against each other.
She sighed with relief ah his manhood met its mark deep inside her.  He
could feel the tip of his cock deep inside her and in regions he'd never
felt before.  He felt that it was past her love tunnel and deep, really
deep inside her.  'Could this be the uterus', he asked himself.  He had
never felt this feeling before.  He was deeper than he had ever been in a
woman and loved it.

   He continued stroking his cock deep inside her, and her back was arched
in throes of passion.  He drilled her hard, but knew he was cumming in this
young co-ed's twat.  He hesitated a moment almost as if to ask her if she
was on the pill.  He pulled out, not wanting to risk anything to chance and
shot his wad all over her tight little tummy.  He crawled up to her to try
to shoot his remaining load on her small tits.  He hit the mark and spewed
his semen on her.  Sending his remaining convulsions spent on the nipples
of his petite little girl's AA cups tits.  He pumped his member until the
rest was milked from his cock.

   Spent, he fell down on the bed next to her regaining his breath.  She,
took his head into her hands and fixed a gazed deeply into his eyes.

   "I hope you had a good time too, Sam." she told him.

   He fell asleep in her arms as she kept him near to him.  He woke up
hours later, the light still reflecting off her sweet little body.  Her
roommate came in, and quickly nodded her approval of the happenings the
night before.

   She smiled at him as she removed her clothing and readied herself for
bed.  She made one last glance at him as she rolled over to sleep.  He had
a feeling he was in way over his head.  To tell the truth, he was.  But
didn't know it.

   TO BE CONTINUED

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