Chap 3
Sunday. It was Sunday.
It was let's-get-through-this- brunch -so -she -could- see -Cooper- Sunday.
She had tossed and turned Saturday night. She ought to have been exhausted. After her Friday night of being thoroughly fucked and her orgasm(!) in (!) her (!) office (!) ....well she should have passed out. But no. She was too excited. Too looking forward to seeing him. Like a kid on Christmas morning.
"You're like a fucking present," he whispered, "all tied up with a bow."
She remembers him saying that. Whispering it and then kissing her.
What the actual fuck? She was in this crazy constant state of arousal ever since Friday night. So, she got herself off (okay twice,) surprising herself that she could get there so quickly. But she kept thinking of their night. And he was so good. And funny. To say nothing of his dirty talk, that was on fucking point.
Okay, so it's brunch, then soccer.
She steps out her door expecting warmth. Sunshine. This is what her sex haze has diminished her to. A total lack of ability to pay attention to her surroundings.
But it's chilly. Like fall is coming chilly.
Okay back in the house, grab a wrap, you're late Pippi.
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"Penelope," her mom nods and procures her cheek.
Pippi plants a kiss. "Hey mom..." and falls into a chair.
She feels her mom appraise her. "You look well. But tired." She touches her cheek. "You getting enough rest?"
Pippi feels her blush and slides her glasses on to the read the menu. "I'm fine,mom....late book club last night," she murmurs, refusing to meet her eyes.
"Well rest up for next weekend. Please. And have you found something to wear? "
Pippi shuts her eyes. Ugh. This charity event. She does not want to go. She knows she needs to go. But this is not her idea of fun.
"Not yet," she admits. "But I will. I'll look this week."
"Black tie. So a long gown. Don't forget."
"I won't, promise," she looks at her mom with a smile. She's going for her. She's going to network.
After brunch, she's got an hour. As she walks to her car, she shivers. It's gotten even more cloudy. And cooler. She can't go stand at a soccer field in this sundress and wrap. So home for a change into something warmer.
She runs inside, dropping her wrap and pulls her dress up over her head. What to wear, what to wear? Okay: yoga pants, a sweat shirt over a sports bra, her ball cap. Tennis shoes and done.
She glances in the mirror and curses her ass. 1000 squats a day could not reduce the size of her ass. It is what it is, she thinks. And scoots out the door.
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Cooper looks around at the people parking, and walking towards the field. It's gotten cold. And looks like rain. They might even call it. But he was hoping it wasn't before he saw her down here.
He ought to be more tired than he was. He fucked Pippi senseless Friday night. And Saturday night, thought about fucking her senseless again. A few times. He couldn't stop thinking of how into it she was. All her whispers and the cries she made when she came.
But he was ramped up. Eager to see her. Ready to see her face.
He noticed her walking over before he could see her face clearly. He felt his face break into a smile. She had a sexy walk. He liked the sway of her hips. They reminded him of when she ground herself against him when she was underneath him. Fuck.
Suddenly she was right there. Blue eyes peering up under the brim of her ball cap. "Hi," she said softly, a little shyly.
He reached out. He wanted her closer. A hug was in order, right? I mean, less than 48 hours ago he was eating her out. Certainly a hug was in order.
He brought her in. Bent down. "Hi sweetheart, " and planted a soft kiss high on her cheekbone, right near the ear he just whispered in.
He felt her shiver. She cleared her throat. "So.....um. It's turned cold."
Aw. Jesus. She was nervous. He could tell. It was sweet. But he didn't want to make her nervous.
"Are you cold? I got a blanket in my car. I'll get it."
"Oh no. I'm fine. I was just saying, um the other night, that it's too warm for fireplaces. Looks like I misspoke."
He watched as she blushed. Fuck. Mentioning 'the other night' was making her blush. He remembered what he was thinking when she clicked on that fireplace. Laying her out in front of it. Taking off all her clothes. Now that he'd seen her cum, he could picture it more vividly. Her arching her back off the floor as she came while he gave her a solid fucking.
He felt his dick stir. Okay. Enough. Focus. Again, Cooper. If you want another chance at being with her, simmer down.
"I like it," he said, a little louder than necessary, but enough to jog them both back to the present. "Maybe not these clouds, but yes to cooler weather."
No sooner had he spoke the words, is when they felt the first drops. They both looked up. And heard the clap of thunder. "Call it!" they heard a voice yell, and then a huge flash of lightning. "The game is called. Tim!?! We're headed to yours!"
"Come on," Cooper said, and he grabbed her hand. "We're pivoting. Day drinking."
He pulled her along, quickly walking, as the rain was starting to come down. The approached his Jeep and he opened the passenger door. She hopped up and in and he admired the way her yoga pants hugged her ass. He closed the door and ran to jump in on his side.
Once in, he turned to her. "Sorry. But honestly I'd rather have some down time with drinks than run up and down this field today. Someone wore me out this weekend." He winked.
"You only saw me Friday," she said.
"But I thought of you all day yesterday. That counts. And by the way.... I'm gonna greet you the way I really wanted to out on that field."
His arm came around and his hand cupped her face. He pulled her closer and bent forward. He put his mouth on hers and felt it open right away. Fuck with her little shudder. A little quiet moan. He felt her tongue rub against his, and for fuck sakes it was hot. She was a great kisser. And he noticed how she shifted in her seat. He knew this made her wet. And fuck if he didn't love knowing that.
He felt her hand on his chest. She pushed him back a little as she broke the kiss. Her hand flew up to her mouth.
"Cooper..." She sounded all breathy and hot. "We need to stop. Or we're never going to make it to Tim's bar."
She was right of course. He was already thinking about sliding his hand down the front of those yoga pants and getting her off. When's the last time he finger fucked someone before her Friday night? High school? When's the last time he watched somebody cum from just being touched? And Christ, twice for that matter.
"You're right," he said. "Or I'm going to take you right fucking here. You're too big a temptation."
He liked her sweet blush he glanced as he backed up out of his spot. "Your car is alright here?" he asked as he looked around.
"It's at the parking garage, a block over? I walked to the field."
"Wanna ride over to Tim's with me? Or go get your car now?"
"I'll ride with. You can take me by later?"
"Good plan," he said, and he slid his Jeep in a spot a few steps from Tim's bar.
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She likes that he comes around and opens her door. Manners. Her mom would like him. She rolls her eyes at
herself. This. From the girl who likes the 'sweetheart' and 'baby.' The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, sister.
He opens the door to Tim's too, and together they walk to the bar. "Red Stripe for me," he tells Tim, and then: "sweetheart?" Right on fucking cue.
He sees her tongue. Licking that top lip. He pictures it licking his cock.
"Mocktail. The mango," she decides.
"No liquid courage?" he winks, "Feeling brave?"
"Not brave as much as feeling like there are eye witnesses...." she smiles.
"So.... would you like that? Would you like being watched?"'he murmurs.
She laughs "Don't put words in my mouth, counselor.
"I promise it's not words I want to put in that mouth."
Well fuck. If that wasn't hot. She quickly had a mental picture of herself on her knees, licking the head of his cock.
Their eyes met. Her and that tongue. And where's all this heat coming from? Was she thinking about sucking his dick too?
"Coop!" Tim sets down his beer. "And? ..." He slides her moctail in her direction.
"Pippi, " she says and holds out her hand.
"Pippi," Tim repeats as he takes her hand."Don't meet a lot of those. I'm Tim." He shrugs. "Gotta name now, for the next time you start a tab."
"Short for Penelope. But everyone calls me Pippi," she smiles, "What has my tab name been?"
"Cute sex glasses," Tim admits and kisses the back of her offered hand. "Enchante."
Cooper sees that slight blush again. Penelope, he thinks, suites her too. There was something refined and old fashioned about the name,while Pippi was more relaxed and playful.
"Charmed," she smiles at Tim,"and nice to meet you. Formerly."
"Cooper!" Yells another voice from across the bar. "Pool! We need a forth! You in?"
