PART 07 - Reflections 06
I arrived at the cafe at 1:50PM and stepped inside.
“Hello Miss! How many?” The hostess asked.
“Miss?” The hostess asked again after a brief silence.
I turned my head and raised an eyebrow, “Huh? Oh me?!” I asked, surprised.
The hostess just smiled.
“Sorry. Uhm, for two please.” I stammered. I still wasn’t used to being referred to as ‘miss’. Or anything referring to a woman, really.
“No worries. Right this way, please!” The hostess started to lead me into the cafe. A waving arm in the corner of my eye caught my attention, it was Tim in a back corner half booth. “Ugh, he would get the booth that only has 1 bench and is in the most secluded part of this place…”
“Sorry mam,” I said to the hostess, “I actually see the person I’m meeting, over there.” I pointed to the corner. “Thank you, though!” I said cheerfully, feeling bad for wasting her time.
“No problem! Have a great meal!” The hostess said taking his leave.
I walked over to where Tim was sitting, stopping just next to the table and put a hand on my hip, “Really? Out of all the seats in this place, you chose the most secluded corner and a booth that only has 1 bench for both of us to sit on?” I said with an annoyed look.
“Hah, look at you Mr. Harrison. Those are some pretty tight cut-off jean shorts you’re wearing. You look cute in that outfit, if I didn’t know any better I would of thought you’ve been an attractive girl who knows how to show off her body your whole life. Did you really want to impress me this much?” He said with one of the smuggest tones I’ve ever heard.
I took a deep breath to calm myself down, “You listen here, I’m here because…” He cut me off.
“Chill Mr. Harrison. I got this exactly because it is secluded. I assumed whatever it is you wanted to say was going to be pretty private and people will have a hell of a lot harder time hearing us back here. Plus, our backs are against the wall and we are facing the whole restaurant, that means if you need to be seen because I try to do something to you, you’ll be fine.”
I paused for a moment, taken aback by how thoughtful and considerate his logic was. “Maybe he wasn’t such a bad kid…” I thought.
“Fine, fair points.” I said with a sigh.
Tim scooted over towards the wall and I slid into the booth as well, sitting down next to him for lack of better option. Just then our waitress came by with some glasses of water, “What can I get for the lovely young couple?” she asked.
“Oh, we’re n…” Tim, once again, had cut me off.
“We’ll get the house club to split, and we’re good with just water. Thanks!” He said.
“Coming right up!” The waitress said, smiling.
“What the hell was that about?!” I fired at Tim.
“Calm down Mr. Harrison, just a bit of fun. So what was it you wanted to talk to me about?”
I gave an annoyed sigh, “Look, what happened in the bathroom and what happened today cannot and will not ever happen again. Nor can Mark ever hear about it.” I said firmly.
Mentioning what had happened caused me to passively replay the events in my head, my pussy started to become warm again… I tried my best to ignore it.
“Was it really that bad Mr. Harrison? It seemed like you really liked it.” He retorted with a smirk.
“Regardless of how I felt or acted, it stops now Tim.”
“Haha, the last time you said my name it was to beg me to creampie you.”
I clenched my teeth and began to raise my voice, “You know what?!...” I stopped mid-sentence as I saw our waitress approach our table with our food.
“House club cut in half for you two to split. You two are just the cutest couple. Enjoy!” She said and walked away before either of us could respond. Tim just laughed, I turned red with frustration.
“Why are you so offended by the idea of us looking like a cute couple?” He asked, leaning towards me.
“Because it’s…”
“Stop.” He interjected, “Weren’t you the one who decided to fuck me?” he asked just above a whisper so other patrons wouldn’t hear.
“It was an imposs...”
“Stop.” He said, cutting me off again, “Yes or no?”
“...Yes…” I said ashamed.
“Did I hurt you in any way?”
“...No…” He was right, he only ever gave me what I wanted.
“Didn’t it feel good to have me inside you?”
“...Yes…” All of these questions were making me think about what it felt like to fuck him, my pussy only got hotter and even began to throb again. “C’mon Frank, maintain composure.” I kept telling myself.
“Did it not feel great to have me cum inside you?”
“...Yes…” I uncomfortably scooted forward, unintentionally causing my jean shorts to wedge themselves between my pussy lips which applied pressure to my clit. A jolt of pleasure radiated throughout my lower body. I bit my lower lip to stifle a gasp, “I can’t let him see what’s happening.” I thought to myself.
“Did the shape of my dick feel good as you clenched your pussy around it after I came inside you?” He whispered with a hot moist breath into my ear.
“...God Yes…” I said half moaning almost immediately, the culmination of his wet breath entering my ear coupled with the thought of the shape of his dick inside my pussy, and the pressure I was feeling against my clit from my shorts became too much.
Tim capitalized the moment. He leaned closer and put his right hand between my legs. I instinctively leaned back in surprise as if trying to create distance between us but was stopped by the bench’s backrest. By leaning back my ass naturally moved toward the table causing my shorts to pull farther into my groin. My right hand instantly moved to cover my mouth to prevent a moan from escaping into the restaurant.
As soon as Tim’s hand made contact he immediately began to rub my pussy through my shorts, “Don’t make any sudden movements or else someone might notice” He whispered, eerily calm.
My breathing became irregular between the surges of pleasure and me trying to stifle more moans.
“I knew the thought of us fucking again turned you on.” He said quietly laughing. I couldn’t reply, I had to focus on not being heard.
“You came in here looking like this, with what could be painted on jean shorts and a tight fitting top. Maybe I’m wrong about you, maybe the thought of being caught excites you. Or maybe you even like the idea of being watched while getting fucked.” Tim continued to say directly into my ear while he continued to rub my pussy.
“God, was he right?” I thought to myself, “The way he’s rubbing me feels completely different than when I do it…”
“Nnnggnnn” a quiet moan finally escaped my mouth.
“Wasn’t it I who brought you comfort when you were scared in the school bathroom? Wasn’t it I who helped calm you down when you were in a panic back then? Wasn’t it I who gave you what you needed then and even earlier today?”
God, he was right… All he’s ever done is provided for me in his own way…
“So let me ask you again, why are you so offended by the idea of us looking like a cute couple? If we were a couple, we wouldn’t have worry about how often or when we fuck. Does that sound so bad to you?”
I gently shook my head from side to side, still fighting off the waves of pleasure but was quickly becoming overwhelmed.
“Do you like the idea of being able to fuck whenever we want?”
I nodded.
“Do you like the idea of not having to worry about how often we fuck?”
I nodded.
“Because, couples don’t need to worry about those sorts of things because that’s a normal thing for couples to do, isn’t it?”
I nodded.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Mr. Harrison?”
I nodded.
He removed his hand from between my legs, and waved over the waitress. “Just sit there and keep quiet.” He said.
I looked down and saw a dark blue spot. I had soaked through my underwear and made a wet spot on my shorts. I closed my legs just as the waitress came to our table so she wouldn’t see what had happened.
“Hey, we actually need to jet,” Tim handed her thirty dollars, “keep the change and don’t worry about packing up our food. Thanks”
The waitress smiled and said, “Thanks! Have an awesome day you two!”
I kept my head down and kept quiet like I was told, I wanted to avoid eye contact and get home. Tim motioned for me to slide out of the booth, so I did. He slid out just after me and grabbed me by the hand, casually pulling me towards the exit in a way that made it look like we were just walking together. I blushed in embarrassment and in panic, not really knowing what to do.
“Where’s your car?” he asked after seeing the parking lot.
“It wouldn’t start so I walked.” I said meekly. “Frank.. What is going on? You’re a grown ass man, put your foot down.”
I opened my mouth to say something but was interrupted by him tugging me as he started to walk again, this time towards his car. “Don’t worry, I’ll drive us back to your place.”
Tim let go of my hand and opened the passenger side door for me.
“Now’s the time Frank… it’s now or never.” I thought to myself.
“Are you going to get in or what?” Tim asked impatiently.
Just as I opened my mouth to speak another thought popped into my head, “But… Tim’s not wrong… What I’ve been stressing over wouldn’t be an issue any longer… I wouldn’t need to worry anymore… I could fuck whenever I want… But what about Mark?... He wouldn’t have to know… what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him… It will only be until the government figures out how to get us back into our own bodies...” I told myself.
I slowly closed my mouth and lowered my head, I climbed into his car and he closed the door behind me.
(To be continued…)
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