Bryce
I watched as his eyes dipped to her cleavage and returned to her stunning face. I couldn’t blame him, but I wanted to pluck his eyes out with the fork he was holding.
“She’s also very intelligent, it’s extremely s*xy,” Bryson said, putting his chin in his hand and smiling at her.
I watched her blush, and my d*ck twitched. I wanted to see how far that blush could go.
“Yes, well, we were just talking about her hobby and I can’t wait to taste some of her charms,” he said after a pause. The
innuendo was there. She blushed harder.
I growled and picked up my water to soothe the heat of my temper. I noticed Bryson was sitting really close to her, so I
decided to distract Charles.
“So, Charlie, what do you do for a living?”
“It’s Charles, and I am a chef. I work at Homecookin”
F*ck, I’ve been there, the food is amazing.
“Oh, yeah, I know that place, it’s alright,” I said.
His head snapped at me, and I saw a flash of anger in his eyes. My smile was antagonistic, and I didn’t give a f*ck.
“I had their hush puppies. I felt they weren’t crispy enough and the fried chicken had no seasoning.”
“Well, you must have eaten it when I wasn’t working, because my fried chicken is amazing,” he snapped.
I chuckled, someone couldn’t take criticism. Not that I had any real complaints about the food there. The one time Bryson and I went, I f*cking drooled over the fried chicken and the apple pie slice I had was to die for.
“Do you bake the pies there? I had the apple, it was good.”
The f*cker smiled and preened like a peacock.
“Yes, I do bake the pies when I work.”
“So then maybe I did come while you were working?”
His smile dimmed, he just caught what I was saying. His hush puppies and fried chicken were just okay, but I liked the
pie.
“I wouldn’t know. But I do know if I cooked the day you were there, you would have liked everything.”
I heard Shay squeak, and Charles and I both looked at her. Bryson must have whispered something in her ear, because she was extremely flushed, and her eyes were glassed over. Bryson leaned back and had a satisfied smile on his face.
We ordered food. Then I turned back to Charles.
“How did you guys meet?”
“We met on a dating app called Meet Cute.”
“What a coincidence. Isn’t that the app you are on, Bryson?”
“Yeah, I was on a date with a gorgeous girl the other night. Man, the kiss we shared was amazing. I felt my world stop. Pretty sure I might have found the one,” he said, staring at Shay. Her mouth dropped open slightly and she started shaking her head.
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“Wow, I think I know the feeling. I mean I haven’t kissed Shay yet, but from our conversation, I feel a connection with her that I’d like to explore further,” Charles said, picking his wine glass up and toasting her before taking a sip. Her eyes were huge. F*ck this f*cker.
“Really, you feel a connection with Shay?”
“Are you saying that a connection can’t be felt between two people that just met?” She challenged me.
“Oh no pretty girl, I know two strangers can make a connection. I just recently met a girl that I connected with on a visceral level. She was so beautiful, s*xy and completely satisfying.”
I smiled as she choked on her water when I described her.
“What about her mind?” she asked.
“I haven’t had a chance to have an intelligent conversation with her, but the way she challenges me gets me all hot and
bothered.”
She waved her hand in front of her face to cool herself down. My smile just got bigger.
“I have to use the restroom,” she said. Bryson got up and let her out. I watched her walk towards the restroom and turned to Bryson and Charles.
“Charlie, Bryson loves sweet tea. Is there some special magic the south does to their tea? I’ve never had sweet tea like
the south makes.”
Just as he was about to start talking. I abruptly stood.
“Explain to him, I have to piss.”
I walked away just as he started talking to Bryson. I rounded the corner to the restrooms just as she was coming out, and I grabbed her and pushed her back into the bathroom. Luckily, no one was in there. I took her to the handicap stall and
locked it. I sat on the toilet and made her straddle me.
“What are you doing?” she cried out.
“I like how your dress rises up over your ass. Don’t like this little thong, we need to get rid of it.” I snapped the sides of her thong. She inhaled sharply. I removed them and pocketed them. “That’s better.”
“You’re insane, how dare you two sabotage my date!”
“Well, sweetheart, I told you this wasn’t going to happen. No way, am I going to let you go home with this f*cktard.”
“He’s a perfect gentleman.”
“You don’t need a gentleman,” I growled, nuzzling her breasts, licking a path up her cleavage.
“Bryce,” she gasped.
“Let me play a little, pretty girl.” I slipped her arms out of her little spaghetti straps and bared her chest to me. “F*ck they’re beautiful.”
I latched on a n****e, and she cried out, her hands sliding into my hair to hold me to her. Her hips started to move and I
groaned. I needed to get in her. I gripped her hips and helped her move. I made sure she ground harder and faster on me
so she found her pleasure.
“Bryce, please,she begged.
“You need me to help you, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
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Pomis
I licked two of my fingers and slipped them inside her. She was so soft, tight, warm, and wet. I moved my fingers inside of her and she humped my hand.
“That’s it, baby. Find your pleasure, f*ck my fingers, so I can taste them after you cream all over them. I can’t wait to get inside of you again. To feel you strangle my c*ck with that tight pretty p*ssy. Tell me baby, Bryson says you have a date this Friday. Are you gonna let him touch you? What about taste you? You should let him taste you. You’re so sweet, and he loves his sweets.” She cried out as her p*ssy clamped around my fingers. Did she picture Bryson’s head between her legs while I was fingering her? I sure hoped so. I ground my palm into her clit to prolong her orgasm. She shuddered, her face to her cleavage flushed. She was beautiful.
I grabbed her behind the back of her neck and slammed her mouth to mine. I plunged my tongue into her mouth and kissed the sh*t out of her. It was just like Bryson described and I remembered. My world stopped. She was it.
She pulled back and put her forehead against mine.
“I can’t believe you fingered me again while I’m on a date,” she gasped.
I chuckled, taking my fingers out of her. She watched as I sucked them into my mouth, her green eyes darkening.
“Better go back to your date, pretty girl. I need to take care of myself before I go back out there.”
She bit her lip as she stood up and looked down at my groin. My pants were tented and wet.
“Tell Bryson to meet me at his car. Do not kiss that a*shole. Do you hear me?” She nodded, and turned. I listened to her turn on the water at the sink, probably putting some cool water on her face. I pulled my d*ck out and took care of myself, picturing Bryson’s head between her legs as I held her open for him. I nutted quickly. I was lucky no one came in. I snuck out of the bathroom and out of the back of the restaurant.
I waited ten minutes before Bryson walked out.
“Why are we leaving?” he asked.
“I took care of her, she won’t be giving him sh*t tonight. I also put the idea of you between her legs in her head. She didn’t say no as I fingered her.”
“What is it with you fingering her on her dates?”
I chuckled, “I don’t know, it just happens. What did you whisper to her earlier that had her blushing so hard?
He chuckled, “That if anyone was going to be tasting her charms it was going to be us.”
“F*ck yeah, dude. We both put the idea in her head.
We high-fived and he took off.
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