For the last year, I’ve been running my business out of a local coffee shop.

It’s a few blocks from my apartment, has free Wi — Fi, never — ending supply of coffee, and super cute female customers.

About three months ago, a girl I cleverly dubbed “Writer Chick” showed up with the same idea as me and I immediately started crushing on her. She was sexy in a disheveled librarian kind of way, with a cute figure hidden under earth — toned yoga pants and cut — up T — shirts. Her hair looked like storage for pencils tucked in a big brown bun balanced on top of her head. She wasn’t your typical hottie, but there was something sexy about her.

One overcast afternoon last week, I finally worked up enough courage to make contact with Writer Chick. I was getting ready to leave when I heard her stressing about something in the corner where she usually set up. She seemed flustered and tense, jamming her computer into one of her bags and gathering her many pages of notes.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I’m fine. I just have a deadline and it’s starting to rain and I have a long walk and all these bags and papers and my laptop and fuck fuck fuck shit.” She settled after a few deep breaths. “I’m okay,” she said calmly and smiled at me. Wow. She had perfectly white, beauty — pageant — contestant — type teeth.

“I’m Andie,” she said, putting out her hand.

“I’m Eddie,” I said, shaking it. “Nice to meet you. I work here,” I winked.

“Yeah, me too,” she sassed. Taking the opening, I offered her a ride home.

“Really? That would be great!”
When we got to her place I helped her carry her stuff inside. Her apartment was tiny but surprisingly organized. I put her bags down on the sofa just inside her front door. As I was turning to go, she walked right up to my face and asked, “Do you want something?”

I stumbled all over my words, managing to squeak out a polite “no thanks.” Smooth.

“Are you sure I can’t interest you in anything?” she teased.

“Anything?” I asked.

“Sure. Why not,” she quipped.

My heart was racing. Anything? Was she serious? Sheepishly, I leaned in for a kiss. When her soft lips met mine, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in close. Caught up in the moment, I hoisted her off the ground as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“She had her legs propped up so I could see the outline of her pussy lips swelling through her leggings.”

“The bedroom’s that way,” she said, pointing, so I carried her to the bed and laid her down on her back. She had her legs propped up so I could see the outline of her pussy lips swelling through her leggings. They were like two warm, fluffy hills.

I traced them with my middle finger and could feel the heat emanating. With my thumb, I started slowly rubbing the outline of her clit. Andie let out a soft moan as she pressed her pussy harder against my hand, rhythmically grinding against me.

I pulled her pants off and she yanked her panties down around her ankles. Sitting up, she undid my jeans and tugged them down, revealing my somewhat big and rock — hard cock.

“Wow, Eddie. What have you been hiding?” Taking me in both of her hands, she leaned in, sealed her soft lips around my purple head, and sucked me like I was a lollipop. Pulsing my head with her mouth, she slid her tongue along the underside of my shaft, tickling it with gentle flicks.

I closed my eyes and shivered as she tried to swallow me whole, bobbing her head up and down, forcing me deeper into her throat. She reached under me and tugged gently on my balls, squeezing slightly, then releasing. Squeezing and releasing, bobbing up and down. I let out a loud groan.

I wanted to fuck this little writer chick so badly, I almost said it out loud. I grabbed her shoulders and tried pushing her back on the bed. The angle was strange, but she took the hint. She sat up to take off her T — shirt. No bra, and the most amazing scoops of firm handfuls with soft, pale — pink nipples. I pushed her onto her back and sucked on her wonderful tits.

She inched her pelvis up toward my dick, begging me, “Please, now.”

Reaching down, I grabbed my girth and eased it inside her. Teasing, I pulled out, rubbing the tip just outside her wet pussy. She kept bucking up toward me, trying to make it go inside her, but I wouldn’t give her more than an inch before pulling back out. This shit was so hot. I literally wanted her to beg for it… and she did.

Finally, I gave it to her, shoving deep inside with a wet slurp. She screamed and wrapped her legs around my waist to make sure that I couldn’t pull out again.

“Fuck me!” she shouted as we bucked wildly, her head slamming into the wall with each pump.

Neither one of us lasted long. She screamed again and shuddered as I came deep inside her warm hole. Then she milked me with her pussy walls, like she was doing Kegels. Wow!

The short version of an otherwise long epilogue is that Andie and I are now dating, and our code for “Let’s rush home and have sex” is “I have a deadline.”

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