“Puppy Love”



“This is your third coffee today. Are you training for a marathon?” the barista asked while handing me my cup.

“No.” I nervously replied. I quickly left before any follow up questions.

It’s true, this will be my third coffee in 24 hours. I don’t always finish them. I do order a lot because it gives me time to stare at the beauty behind the counter, Tiffany. Her beautiful golden skin, blond hair, and lips that I want to bite and suck on all night. 

Almost a stalker, I know her schedule pretty well. I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell her I like her. Maybe ask her out, but so far all I’ve accomplished is making her think I am a caffeine junkie. 

I need to think of something soon because my body can’t handle all this caffeine.

While making my usual stop for coffee I decided that this is the day I am going to ask her out. Okay,maybe not a date, maybe hang out as friends. After all, you have to be friends before lovers… Bull. I couldn’t wait to sink my teeth into her.

Waiting in line I practiced in my head how I would bring up hanging out. A new chick flick was out. I’m not sure the name as I am more a blood and guts kinda girl. 

“Hey you, the usual?” she asked

“Yeah..and..” She stopped and stared at me and I drew a blank “Yeah, just the usual” Blowing my moment, I paid and then assumed my position at the edge of the counter.

I watched her intently as she made my coffee. She was so focused on the task before her. I caught her biting her lip several times and I just imagined how good it tasted.  Every time she turned away I wanted to run my tongue up and down her delicious neck and bite her tiny earlobes. I’ve imagined what it would be like having her spread eagle on my bed. Feasting on her delicious pussy. Feeling her swollen clit under my tongue. Her moaning as I was satisfying all her pussy needs.

I’ve imagined what it would be like having her spread eagle on my bed. Feasting on her delicious pussy.

I was interrupted from my erotic day dream with her handing over my coffee.

“This might sound weird but there is a new movie out. I was wondering if you would want to go with me.”I bluntly asked. I had no idea what was happening until the question was already out. 

“The one with Brad Pitt? I’ve been wanting to see that.”

Jotting my number down on a napkin I told her to message me when she was available. 

The night arrived and I couldn’t wait. I picked a theater that was in a smaller town, so hopefully we would have a little more privacy. 

Picking our seats in the back, we settled in, getting our snacks and drinks in order. So far there aren’t a lot of people at the show.  I had no idea what this movie was about, but it didn’t matter as my mind was on other deviant things. 

As I suffered through the horrible story line of the movie I tried everything from brushing her hair out of her way, offering her some of my snacks and even brushing my hand against hers. Nothing seemed to grab her attention. 

She was wearing a skirt and I so badly wanted to run my hand up her thigh.   

A low point in the movie arrived and I took a shot at comforting her by putting my arm around her shoulders. She leaned into my chest. The smell of her was intoxicating. She was so soft as I rubbed her shoulder.

I started to get excited from the closeness. Not being able to feel out the situation I didn’t know if I should make a more branson move.  Handing her a napkin she receded to her seat. 

After the movie I still continued to subtly hint that I wanted more. I held the doors open for her. Placed my hand on the small of her back. I even paid for everything.

Pulling up to her house to drop her off I started to make small talk.

“Thank you so much Lauren for taking me to the movie.”

“My Pleasure” I said smiling “Maybe we can go out again?”

“Umm… Yeah we can probably go out again.”She started searching in her purse “Whenever there is a chick flick we can go together. I can never get my boyfriend to take me, even if I offer him sex.”

“You have a boyfriend?”I asked kind of angrily.

“Yeah, Brian. You want to see a picture of him. He’s totally a 10.”

“No.”

Making my way home, heart broken trying to fight back tears so my vision wasn’t blurry.  I sat in my driveway. All I could think about is how much money I spent on coffee, which I didn’t even like. I got nothing in return. This is what guys must feel all the time when they strike out. Now I know why they play the field.


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