Liam
I like to play it cool, but low-key, I’m kinda freaking the fuck out. I can’t believe she said yes to me and all it took was some creepy cat pictures.
It’s the morning of and I go about my normal routine. Get out of bed, fuck around with some shit in the garage, change, stretch, run, coffee, donut, stare at my woman.
Am I being a little obsessive since I know I’ll be seeing her later tonight? Maybe. But she did promise me a constant supply of coffee and the donuts here are literally to die for. I need to find out who she gets them from or something, because fuckkk . I want to eat this cream off her body and…
My cock thickens at the thought. I try to discreetly adjust myself and cross my legs, but she looks over at the perfect time and quirks a brow at me.
“You okay over there?” she asks.
“Mhm,” I murmur. Maybe I can sneak up behind her again so she spills coffee on me and fondles my dick. “Just perfect,” I say to myself more than her because at this point I’m aching. I need to Google some breathing exercise or some shit before I go because this isn’t going to work for me. I know this is a nice date with a nice woman, but he thinks this is the one and only chance he’ll ever have to fuck someone.
I shove the rest of the donut in my mouth and jump out of my seat. I position the mug in front of my tented sweats to hopefully let the blood drain before I’m put in another interaction. The chair screeches back and she shoots up to stare at me.
“All good, all good,” I reassure her. I walk over and thankfully the hard-on has died down, leaving it less obvious. “Thanks for the coffee, love.”
She rolls her eyes and takes the mug from me.
“So, I’ll see you tonight?” I ask.
“Yep,” she says with a pop. She turns her back to me but not before I see the blush rise over her cheeks and a smile grace her lips.
“It’s a date,” I say as I walk out of the coffee shop.
I’m scrubbing at my hands, trying to get the black stains off. I know they’re not going anywhere after the many years of oil and grease work, but a guy can try. It’s 6:00 p.m. and I’m getting ready for the date. I decide to shoot a text off to Quinn to check in before I jump in the shower.
: Hey, babes, you ready for tonight?
I leave her to look at the message and respond while I jump in the shower. I lather up twice to make sure I’m squeaky clean. I make a last-minute decision to shave my pubes and balls just in case. I’m not expecting anything, but I wouldn’t want someone shoving their face into my bush. Maybe she likes a bush? I jump out of the shower and towel dry my hair and the upper half of my body. I wrap the towel around my hips and secure it. Picking up my phone, I grin at the text sitting there waiting for me.
Quinn: I told you to pick me up from the coffee shop. I’m working.
I know you’re a busy bee. I won’t take *too* much time. 6:45 pm still good?
Quinn: Yes,
?? she knows my name
Quinn: ??
I like it when you’re bratty
Quinn: I am NOT bratty, Sir
You totally are. Side note- I like it when you call me Sir. ??
Quinn: You’re so annoying.
I thought you weren’t going to take too much time.
Shhhh??
See you soon.
I toss my phone on the bed and think about what I’m going to wear. She said she was wearing a dress tonight, so I want to make sure I look nice too. I throw on some boxer briefs before I start digging through my drawers. I dig out a pair of gray slacks and pull them on. They’re a little tighter than I remember, but my ass looks good. Women like a good ass right? I put on a black button-up and roll the sleeves up to my elbows to expose my tattoos. I wear black boater shoes and put on a belt.
I fix my hair in the mirror and take a moment to look myself over, then spray some cologne onto my pulse points.
I jump into my 69 Camaro SS to pick her up. The rumble underneath my seat has some of my nerves calming, giving me a sense of euphoria almost. I don’t get to drive this car very often. I only take her out for special occasions and this is a special occasion.
I’ll be there in 30.
I hope you’re ready for a night to remember.
I stop by the store to grab her flowers. I’m not sure what her favorite type is, so I grab a bunch that has a good variety.
15 minutes.
I jump in the car and head back across town. I stop by the beach and pull into a spot since I have some time to kill. I take a deep breath, allowing the salty air to fill my lungs.
5 minutes
I start the car and blare one of my favorite songs, “ Carry on Wayward Son ” by Kansas. I’m only a couple minutes from the coffee shop so I can wait until the last moment.
4 minutes
3 minutes
2 minutes
I drive toward the shop.
1 minute.
I park out front.
I’m here ??