A hearty, full-bodied erotic relationship blooms over a mutual love of steamy java and leads to even steamier sex.

The day I met Jessica, she was a bright-eyed college freshman looking for part-time work in my coffeehouse. I talked to her at the counter and wound up giving her a job. Business was good, and I’d been thinking about hiring someone, so her timing was perfect. Faced with her youthful exuberance and engaging smile, it would have been hard to say no in any case.

Jessica became my best barista. Four years later, when she eventually graduated with an art history degree, she landed a full-time position in a gallery down the street. I was sorry to see her go, and not just because I was losing a good employee. With her green eyes, long red hair and skin the color of fresh cream, Jess is very pretty in a girl-next-door sort of way. Her tight, lithe figure certainly justified the long looks she got from our male customers (and a few females, too). What I missed most when she left, though, was not so much her physical assets, but her less tangible ones — her sense of humor, her unfailing optimism, her idealistic and still-ripening views of the world.

Fortunately, Jessica kept coming back in her free time. She’d made a lot of friends at the coffeehouse, myself among them. I learned later that I was, in fact, the chief reason she kept coming back, but I didn’t know that then. I was forty-four that spring, and Jessica was twenty-two, exactly half my age. I wasn’t really thinking about a romantic encounter, much less the steady relationship that she and I have now.

One Saturday morning toward the end of May, she dropped in looking depressed, which was unusual for Jess. I poured her a cup of Kona — one of her favorites — and asked what was wrong. She explained that she had been looking forward to going to a baseball game that evening with a friend, but the other girl had cancelled. I could see that this was a real blow, as Jessica loved baseball.

“I don’t want to go by myself,” she said, frowning. “That would be, like, not fun.” She was watching me closely over the rim of her coffee cup. Something in her eyes encouraged me.

“How about I go with you?” I offered hopefully.

“Really?” Her frown became a smile. “That would be cool!”

“And I’ll save you the train ride. We can take my car.”

Jessica, who didn’t drive, was beaming now. “Yes!” she cried, pumping her fist like a ballplayer rounding the bases after a walk-off homer. “This is getting better and better. Thanks, Mark.” She gave me a kiss on the cheek. I laughed and shrugged, but inside I was getting that fluttery feeling, like a kid about to go on his first date. I laughed again, this time at myself.

“What’s so funny?” Jessica wanted to know. Her lovely face looked absolutely radiant.

“Nothing,” I said, and was saved from further explanation by a new customer at the counter.

We had a great time at the ball game. Jessica’s passion for the sport was contagious; she stood and cheered as loud as anybody when our guys scored, and she booed lustily when close calls went for the visiting team. The game ended happily for us, putting Jessica in a particularly festive mood as we started the drive home.

Night had fallen, and in the cloak of darkness I felt a new intimacy between us. I stole a glance at my companion, but in the feeble glow of the dashboard instruments I could not read her expression. A moment later, I learned plenty, as she reached over and placed her delicate hand on my leg. I was a little stunned at first, but then I realized I’d half expected it, or at least wanted it. Keeping my eyes on the road — with some difficulty — I put my free hand on top of hers. We finished the drive like that, in silence, but the roar of sexual tension was loud nonetheless. When I pulled up at Jessica’s apartment, things got even more interesting.

“I’ve still got some of that coffee you gave me for my graduation,” she said as she opened her door. “Come on up, I’ll make some.”

“You mean, now?” I asked, inanely. I guess I’d been out of the game too long.

“Yes, now.” She laughed. “Come on.”

She waited on the sidewalk while I parked the car, and then we went up together. Jess had a neat one-bedroom place with the tiniest kitchen I’d ever seen. In a few minutes, her coffee pot was percolating away.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared into her bedroom, leaving the door open. A light came on. I glanced at the coffee maker, then back at the lighted doorway, in time to catch a brief view of Jessica undressing. My throat went dry. A moment later, before I could even collect my thoughts, she stepped out of her bedroom, across the hall and into the bathroom — completely nude. I glimpsed high, perky breasts and a wisp of dark-red pubic hair before she quickly vanished from view.

“I’m gonna take a quick shower,” Jessica called as the water came on. “Want to join me?”

My cock was swelling fast, making an uncomfortable bulge in my pants.

“Come on,” she called again. “I won’t bite. Or I’ll try not to.” She giggled, and I was reminded how young she was. I plied her with my second dumb question of the evening.

“What about the coffee?”

“What about it?” She chuckled with obvious amusement. “Would you rather drink it now or get wet and naked with me?”

“Well, when you put it that way… ” I stripped fast, almost falling flat on my ass in my haste to remove my shoes and pants.

The bathroom was hot and steamy; my glasses fogged up at once. I put them on the counter, peeled back the shower curtain, and stepped in with Jessica. She stood directly under the showerhead in all her naked glory, eyes closed and hands in her hair, as the powerful stream soaked her russet tresses.

“What took you so long?” She opened her eyes and grinned at me coquettishly. Then she looked me over with undisguised carnal interest. I allowed myself, in turn, to appreciate the beauty of her youthful figure. Rivulets of water coursed over her shapely breasts and down her trim torso to the little “V” of her pubic zone. The groomed patch of scarlet pubes looked incredibly enticing against the pure whiteness of her creamy skin.

When I raised my gaze again, Jessica was still looking at me with that coy smile of hers — but now it was laced with lust. “Why’d you hesitate?” she asked. “Is it because of my age?” She put her hands on my shoulders and moved into my arms. “Mark, I’ve been attracted to you since the day you hired me. It was just a crush, but the feelings turned into something more, until I couldn’t hold back.”

I gathered her close and kissed her, gently at first and then harder as the tide of desire took control. Jessica’s hand curled around my hard-on and squeezed. “Oh, God,” she sighed as she stroked the length of my erection. “Your cock’s throbbing and I can feel your need in every pulse.”

The water was shooting down on us as we pressed against one another, rubbing and sliding our slick bodies together. I could hardly believe the exquisite smoothness of her skin. I slid my hands down her back to the top of her butt and kept going, filling my palms with the supple curving firmness of her asscheeks. She moaned against my mouth as I kneaded those fleshy globes and fingered the cleft between. After a last, fierce kiss, she squatted down on her haunches to take my dick into her mouth. I toyed with her hair and watched as she dipped forward, engulfing my shaft between her pretty lips. She put her arms around my waist and grabbed my ass as she began bobbing back and forth. She was eager, but inexperienced; she hadn’t had time for more than one or two boyfriends in college. Still, Jessica’s pronounced enthusiasm and novel technique had me breathing hard in no time. She was able to take me fairly deep into her throat, which seemed to excite her as much as it did me. Soon, she was moaning and mewling and bobbing like crazy, all of which brought me to the brink of orgasm sooner than I’d thought possible. She hefted and rolled my balls in one hand and began pumping my shaft with the other while she sucked fervently on my sensitive crown.

“I’ve never tasted come before,” Jessica confessed during a brief pause to gulp air. “I want to. Come in my mouth so I can taste yours — ” She practically cut herself off in her haste to wrap her lips around my prick again. A little more of that was all it took to trigger my release. The semen rose swiftly from my balls and erupted. The voracious girl swallowed, cried out with glee and swallowed again. I held her shoulders and fed her my cream until she’d taken all I had. Unlike Jess, I’ve had plenty of lovers in my life, but none had ever sucked me off quite like she did that night in the shower. When she stood and kissed me, I tasted my own come on her lips.

For a moment I thought that might be it, but Jessica wanted more — much more. She wanted to go all the way. I liked that idea, and apparently my cock did, too, because I got hard again at the sight of Jess turning to the wall and jutting her ass out toward me. She wanted me to fuck her from behind, standing up. I was getting my first good look at her ass, and let me tell you, it was a thing of beauty: full and round, yet firm and perfectly smooth. Jess spread her feet wide and arched her back, exposing the plump lips of her pussy. I stepped in close and aimed my manhood between those ripe petals. It was a heady experience, those few seconds before I penetrated her.

Jessica trembled as the first inch of my erection entered her dripping hole. Her hands were flat against the tiled wall; she looked back at me with a kind of daring desperation in her eyes. “Fuck me,” she intoned in a voice turned throaty with desire. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I’ve wanted to feel your cock inside me for, like, forever!”

The shower was still beating down on us, creating swirls of steam that felt almost tropical. I took hold of Jessica’s hips and eased further into the velvety-smooth confines of her sex. I’m not sure I’d ever experienced a tighter pussy. Readjusting my grip on her, I started rocking into her. I was going to ramp up my pace gradually, but Jessica wouldn’t go slow; she began ramming back at me so that my cock dove deep and fast into her slick channel. “Yeah, I like that, I like that,” she said excitedly. “Keep fucking me hard… ”

With a single push on my part and a deft thrust of the hips by Jessica, I was inside her.

I was pounding her pretty good by this time, and she couldn’t get enough. I reached around and held her breasts in my hands as I pumped against her backside more swiftly still. My pelvis smacked her ass over and over, and the harder I fucked her, the louder her cries of pleasure became. When I grabbed her hands and held them against the wall above her head, she really lost it. She clearly loved being pinned to the wall, with my cock driving in and out of her molten pussy and all that hot water spraying down on us. Her nubile body quivered from head to toe, and she moaned with primal bliss as the climax swept through her. I felt the convulsive clenching of her cunt, and the gush of wetness, just as I, too, reached a zenith. I slammed up against Jessica and held her tight as my cock exploded for the second time that night. She undulated against me, her erotic aftershocks lengthening my orgasm.

Eventually, the fever subsided and I released Jessica. She grabbed a bar of soap and laughed happily as we took turns lathering each other up. A little while later, after we dried one another off, I figured I ought to leave. Jessica, however, had other ideas.

“It’s late,” she said, slipping into an oversized baseball jersey. “Your place is a long way off. Just stay here with me tonight.”

And I did. We snuggled together in her bed, satiated and content. Sleep came quickly.

I woke up before Jessica as sunlight seeped through the cracks in her window blinds. I kissed her cute, sleeping face, found my eyeglasses on the bedside table, and went to the kitchen to see about breakfast. She had enough supplies that I was able to whip up a fairly nice meal. Last night’s coffee, forgotten, had to be dumped, but I made a fresh pot and brought everything into her room.

“Breakfast in bed!” she exclaimed, sitting up and throwing her arms around me. I felt her ripe, firm breasts beneath the baseball jersey, squashing against my bare chest.

After eating heartily, Jess started eyeing me in that special way of hers, cocking her head to the side and biting her lower lip. She was horny, and it wasn’t even eight o’clock. “I wanna do it again,” she said, her fingers already working on the buttons of her jersey. Her grin was a trifle guilty-looking, as if she thought she were a naughty girl. “Jess the Insatiable” was the teasing nickname I would come to have for her as our relationship blossomed.

I cleared the food tray and returned to the bed. She held her hand to the back of my neck, and we kissed deeply. I slipped my hands into her open shirt and kneaded her fine breasts, making her sigh with pleasure. As she kissed me harder, I pushed the jersey off her shoulders and she shrugged the shirt off. With a quick snap of my hand, I pulled the bedcovers off her lower half, so we were both sitting there in the nude. I let my fingers slide along her leg, and as I reached her most sensitive spot, she opened her thighs wider for me. She was so wet already; my fingers were coated with her feminine juices in no time. I probed the groove of her pussy, exploring her recesses. Her breath was coming faster, and she gasped, trembling with anticipation, when I lowered my head to her sex. Jessica’s tiny strip of red pubes was so appealing, I had to take a moment to toy with those cute curls. Jess had to wait for me to move on, and the suspense really ramped up her desire.

At last I spread her pussy lips open and began lapping my tongue along her slick folds, which made Jess shudder. Her fingers coiled in my hair and her lissome thighs clamped to my ears. I could still hear her, though, when she cried, “That’s it, that’s it! Keep eating me like that!” She liked when I breathed out, blowing air across her clit, while at the same time twirling my tongue in her syrupy channel. Jessica’s back arched and her hands grabbed the rails of the headboard. Her moans grew louder, more visceral. When I brought my tongue directly to her clit, all hell broke loose. Jessica’s whole body tensed up, and she ground her pussy against my mouth with almost frightening passion. “I’m coming!” she shrieked, fucking my face wildly for a full minute.

When, at length, she began to calm down, I moved up to give her a sensual kiss — and, in the process, a taste of her own juices. “Mmm,” she moaned, extending our lip-lock. “That was incredible, Mark.”

I was pretty much lying on top of her now, with my hard-on like a log against her naked vulva. Jessica reached for my cock and slotted it in her sloppy furrow. With a single push on my part and a deft thrust of the hips by Jessica, I was inside her.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Your prick is really thick. It fills me up. Keep pumping into me, keep pumping it, keep… ” Her voice trailed off, replaced by more animalistic sounds that issued from deep in her throat. She grabbed hold of my ass, which was rising and falling between her legs, and I grabbed hers, too, slipping my hands underneath her body to squeeze her pliant cheeks. Meanwhile I was flexing my hips and driving my penis again and again into the warm, wet clasp of Jessica’s sublime cunt. Over and over my balls slapped against her perineum while the base of my cock smacked against her swollen clit. She squirmed beneath me and sucked my lips into her mouth while her hands clawed frantically at my shoulders.

The missionary position tends to make me come quickly, and I was well on my way there when Jessica decided to change things up. She started to roll us over, and I helped finish the maneuver. Now that she was on top, she fucked me like a wild woman, hair flying, hips churning, fingers raking my chest. I fondled her breasts and stroked her thighs, happy to see her youthful vigor given free rein. Her nipples, flushed dark with arousal, were remarkably sensitive, a fact I discovered when I pinched them lightly and rolled them between my fingers. Jessica’s shouts of ardor, combined with the squeaking mattress, the banging headboard and the juicy sound that came every time she sat down hard against my groin, was an erotic cacophony that filled the apartment.

“Oh God, that’s so good,” she exclaimed, grinding her clit against my root. “I’m going to come again, I’m going to — Ahh!” She went from sitting up straight to lying flat against my chest, and she sobbed loudly with joy against my neck. Overcome with emotion, I held her tight and rocketed toward my own climax. Jessica regained her senses in time to climb off me and aim my cock into her mouth. “I love the taste of your come,” she announced as she cupped my sac in one hand and pumped the other one up and down my pulsing joint. “Come on, give it to me. I’m gonna swallow every drop!”

The cream rocketed from my cock. One big spurt landed on Jessica’s face, but she got the rest into her mouth and swallowed every drop. I was on cloud nine and couldn’t stop moaning as my companion siphoned me dry.

Shortly after that amorous encounter, Jessica moved in with me. Six years later we still go to baseball games together, we still share a love of fine coffee, and we still have incredible, explosive sex — morning, noon, and night.