19. Nineteen
Nineteen
Jasmine
I hang up my coat as I step inside. All four guys follow. Okay, this is real. Why is it that with a baby in my belly and not one or two or three, but four men interested in a future with me, I feel more free to be myself than ever?
Slowly crossing the living room, I kick off my heels, unzip my skirt and step out of it, and toss my scarf. I can feel their gazes like a physical touch.
Blake asks, “Can we talk about the baby yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Should we follow you?” Landon asks.
“Nope, you boys stay put,” I call over my shoulder as I disappear into the kitchen, tossing my blouse around the corner.
In nothing but a bra and panties that I assume won’t last long, I fill the water tank on the coffee maker. This is the best test I can think of for them to show their acceptance. I wasn’t expecting to talk to them so soon after turning down the SSSS honor. It was an insane last-minute epiphany when they announced that I won.
Only time will tell if it was my most fearless or foolish move.
I’m not letting an award control me any more than I’ll let my father or any other person. A Christmas present to myself. Finally free to see where life takes me, I agree wholeheartedly with Trent… I’ve been hiding behind my independence.
Adding the decaf coffee grounds and starting the brew cycle, I take a minute to myself.
Trent’s never had sex? Wow! And they would all wait for me? It’s too much for me to process. Plus, they’re not asking me to choose. That’s a saving grace. I don’t think I could pick if I had to.
Trent’s always challenged me in the most supportive manner I can imagine. Blake makes me feel like I can be and do more. Cole is rock-solid, giving me stability. And Landon’s sense of freedom and adventure energize me.
Setting five mugs on a tray, I wonder if they’ll freak out that I’m actually going through with my bikini barista plan? Of course, this pop quiz that I’m about to administer in my living room is a far cry from the final exam level of serving coffee to strangers in a coffee kiosk.
Having brewed one cup at a time, I return to the living room, nearly naked , balancing the tray of steaming mugs. The guys shift awkwardly on the couch.
“Coffee, gentlemen?” I ask sweetly, bending to offer the tray and a side of cleavage.
Cole clears his throat. “Uh, thanks Jasmine.”
The others take mugs as well, uncertainty in their expressions.
I perch on the arm of a chair, crossing my ankles. “So, what do you think of my new uniform?”
Blake chokes on his coffee. “Uniform?”
“For my bikini barista business.” I watch their faces carefully, bracing for their reactions. “I’d say this is maximum coverage. It’s all downhill from here. Any questions?”
They seem to be fighting back what they’re inclined to say. I’m willing to give them time to come to terms with it.
“If it’s what you want, and not just a rebellion, you have… never mind, even if it’s just a rebellion, you have my support,” Trent says.
Cole says, “You mentioned that you’re following an existing business model for this type of coffee shop. I’d like to see your plans for ensuring the safety of each of your employees.”
“Happy to share. Blake? Landon?”
Blake speaks up. “You plan on selling franchises. If you want help with that, we’re here for you.”
I smile and nod, then turn to Landon. He stands, sets his coffee on the table, then positions himself in front of me. The mischievous glint in his eye relieves any concern he might object, and drives me straight to longing for his cock.
“How many coffees could you sell in a day if you had a steady stream of customers?”
He’s the last one I expected to jump into the numbers.
“A lot of factors would come into play. How many workers are on shift? Are the drinks complicated—”
“Do you know how many drinks you could put out in an hour? Limitations of your machine?” He nudges a leg between my thighs.
The heat from his body, his intense gaze, and his fingers stroking from my thigh to my belly to my breasts make it hard to think.
“It’s around one per minute, but with taking the orders and payments, it’s a few minutes per customer.”
“Damn. This is going to get expensive,” he says over his shoulder.
The other guys look as confused as I feel. “What do you mean?”
“If the four of us line up in your drive-through and order drinks all day—”
“Shhh...” I hold a finger to his lips. “You aren’t allowed to interfere with my customers.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Then how about we see if you can take an order and make a coffee while you’re coming on my cock.”
Landon’s playful side—I love it, but I need to hear him say that he agrees.
I also really need to get fucked. That wins out. “And why do you need to know this?”
“Because if I can’t get in line, I’m going to be inside the kiosk reminding you who you belong to, and making sure those fuckers in line know it too.”
Shoving him backward, I’m thankful he doesn’t resist because there’s no way I could move him if he didn’t want me to. I sashay my way into the kitchen but quickly realize they’re not following.
“Let’s find out.”
“Give us a second,” Landon calls out.
I peek into the living room, the sight before me a happy surprise. Landon, Blake, and Cole are in various stages of undress, their hushed words charging the air with energy. Trent, however, is fully clothed, his hesitation palpable.
Trent catches my eye, and the discussion stops. Landon, ever the jokester, tosses his boxers over his shoulder. They catch on a framed picture of Betsy, Sabrina, and me on the roof of our high school the day of graduation. I’d talked the girls into it, my symbolic way of saying I was on top of the world. The future was going to be easy. So na?ve.
I definitely didn’t know that my boyfriend at the time would end up in my living room with three other naked men. Nor could I have guessed what a visceral reaction I would have to seeing their erections.
But the thing I’m most eager for now is Trent. He’s still clothed. Is he getting cold feet?
Landon grimaces, grabs his undies, and straightens the frame. He points to Trent. “We volunteer Trent as tribute.”
Trent balks, stammering. “Guys… come on…not like… I want my first time with Jasmine to be memorable and meaningful.”
Blake steps to Trent. “Your first time, after two years of blue balls, will definitely be memorable.”
Cole chimes in, a smirk playing on his lips. “And being the first one of us to test her ability to make coffee while getting fucked is very meaningful, wouldn’t you say?”
All eyes are on Trent. My heart waits for his answer. My sex is slick with desire. Two years of expectations. I can’t wait to share the intimacy with Trent that I have with the other three.
This is huge for him. For us. My pussy clenches. I’d always admired his ass when we dated, but right now, all I want is to see his cock. Well, that’s not all…
“Please, Trent. Help me find out how hard this will be?” I force myself to pout.
My eyes dart from one hard body to the next, thick cocks standing at the ready. Maybe I just need to get started. Returning to the coffee maker, I dump the used grounds.
“Hold on,” Cole says, his voice drawing closer. “You can’t get started until someone places an order.”
Cole steps behind me, his naked body slamming me into the counter. Trent has to be first. I’m about to stop Cole when he takes the portafilter from my hand and sets it on the drip tray, then spins me and lifts me onto the kitchen counter, my knees spread on either side of his hips.
His finger drags over my embarrassingly wet panties. His lips are inches from mine. “I can’t believe I’m holding back, but she’s all yours, Trent. Don’t make this busy barista wait. She has a business to run.”
Cole steps aside, and I wiggle a finger to encourage Trent.
He grabs the back of his shirt, pulling it overhead. His gorgeous body brings back memories. He shucks his pants and navigates his briefs over his erection. Stepping between my legs, he struggles to find a place for his gaze to land.
My gaze has no trouble, no shame landing on Trent’s girthy cock. Pre-cum streaks over the strained head. Christ, he looks like he’s about to blow.
So am I. This will be quick for both of us.
I draw his body against mine and it’s like no time has passed. We fit perfectly. His lips slant over mine. He’s familiar in every way—except the naked thing with his cock smearing pre-cum on my belly.
A tinge of guilt ripples through me. I know he thought we’d end up married and have lots of kids. It has to be hard on him knowing that all of his friends have had sex with me, and I’m carrying a baby for one of them.
His passion doesn’t waiver.
Not wanting to get caught up in the past, I say, “I guess if I’m going to make a coffee for you, I need to get down.”
“Stay there,” Landon says. “Trent needs to read the menu first, try out the samples.”
We all look at him, confused.
Landon points to the floor. “Get on your knees and eat her pussy.”
Nervousness flashes over Trent’s expression as he takes a step back. I might be the only one to see it. I know him so well, even after all this time. “If he doesn’t want to, it’s fine.”
Landon reaches for my panties and rips one side, then the other, before sliding them out from under me.
“Enough with the panty ripping.” I fail at being serious.
Landon continues, “Trust me, he needs to taste your pussy. It’ll make him blow his load. He’ll be ready again in five seconds. Then he’ll stand a chance to last longer.” He shrugs. “How else are we going to find out if you can brew a cup of coffee while being fucked?”
“You’re really doubling down on this test.”
Landon motions for Trent to step forward, then wraps my ruined panties around his own cock.
My head falls back as Trent’s tongue flicks my clit and laps eagerly at my juices. His hands dig into my thighs. If he keeps this up, I’ll be screaming in no time. My core tightens. My fingers tangle in his hair but I have to untangle one hand and brace myself on it. My hips buck against his mouth.
“Fuuuuck!” Trent’s voice rips through me. One of his hands flies away from my thigh.
He’s climaxing. I’m shocked at how fast he came. His licking falters. Hot breaths burn into me as his body shakes. That’s all it takes—knowing that he’ll give us a chance. I’m right there with him.
I surrender to him, falling apart with the man who’d waited for me. And thank goodness he did. I’ve never come so fast or so hard.
“Now he can order a coffee.” Landon’s voice reminds me they’re here. “Although, I suppose we need cleanup on aisle one before someone slips and gets hurt.”
Trent rises, ignores everyone else, and embraces me. We just exist. It feels like we’re making up for lost time, and I sense that we’re going to be okay in the future.
He moves his lips to my ear. “I love you, Jasmine. Please trust me when I say that we can work through anything. That’s what love is.”
I can’t meet his endearment with my own. I’m not there yet. But I can at least hear his words. I tighten my grip around his waist. “I get that now.”
The other guys scramble to declare their love. I would have expected this to feel like too much, too soon, but my life has never felt so complete.
Trent asks, “Are you ready?”
“To make you a coffee?” I lean back and wink at him. “Sure.”
He helps me to the ground where I dutifully grind the coffee. I’ve done it countless times, but not with his tip pushing against my entrance. The whirring has stopped but I can’t move. I crave making love to Trent in a way that’s far deeper than what I experienced with the other three. They were a wild romp at an auction, that fate had a weird way of making work out.
But Trent and I share so much.
“I love you, Sunshine.”
Tears well in my eyes. My heart is full. He uses the nickname he gave me years ago. Our circle is complete. No grudges. No more pain. Just us. And a few onlookers pretending to be eager customers.
“I love you—”
My words are cut off by Trent sliding inside of me, stretching me, making me whole.
“The service sure is slow around here,” Landon jokes.
Trent groans as he pumps in and out of me. I rock back and forth maximizing the thrusts, making sure he doesn’t think he needs to take it easy for my sake.
I’m so full of his cock, all I can do is grip the counter.
“Maybe she needs help,” the faint hint of a voice says as Trent’s cock swells inside of me.
Warmth of hands and mouths on my nipples and… everywhere. I can’t think anymore. A whirlwind of bliss swirls up from my core, tossing everything out of its path—every worry, every concern, every fear—all I know is love.