Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Chapter Three: Speak Now
Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Facial, Public
2018
Cole looked down at his phone, indecision plaguing him. Should he text Taylor, should he not? Part of him desperately wanted to continue their discussion about that late-night call. The rational part of his brain told him to let it go. He threw down his phone in frustration. He was getting mad again. She could always do this to him. No one else had the ability to worm their way into his brain like she could. Plus, every time he tried not to think about her, he ended up seeing her image plastered all over the internet, looking fine as hell on her
reputation
tour. He supposed he didn't have the right to be angry. All she had wanted to do was talk about them, yet again. This time though, it had seemed like something more to him. It might not be worth it. It might end up just in just another fight. There had been a few times over the years where arguments and fights had led to months of not speaking to one another. One fight in particular, stuck out in his mind. It was the worst fight they had ever had, despite the remarkable evening that had led up to it.
2010
"No way!" She said over the phone. "You're coming to LA?"
"Yea, I'm interviewing for an internship with this marketing company. While I'm out there I'm going to stay with a friend for about a week. Why? Are you going to be in town?"
"Yes! I find myself in LA a lot these days."
"Would you want to meet up?"
"Definitely!" She replied happily. "I'm thinking about it now. We'll go to dinner. I know this great place, and there's a show we can go to. I know the band. It'll be fantastic!"
"Sounds great Swift. I can't wait to see you."
"Me too Cole. Me too."
Before I knew it, I hopped on a plane and found myself in sunny LA. My friend picked me up from the airport and we passed a couple of days hanging out, taking in the sights. I had my interview and I thought it went pretty well. They said they would let me know if another couple of days. As the week came to a close, I discreetly told him I was meeting with an old friend for the evening and he shouldn't worry if I didn't find my way back to him that night. Taylor had a car sent to his address and I groomed myself, got dressed and headed out a night on the town. She was already at the restaurant when I arrived. I was ushered in by the hostess to a secluded booth in the back corner of the restaurant. There sat Taylor Swift. She looked stunning as always. Her hair had lost a bit of its curl. It was now wavier, but still blonde like honeyed wheat. Her lips were red and her eyes blue, face immaculately made up for a night out. She wore a light blue evening dress that looked both comfortable and stylish. When she saw me, she got up to greet me on matching blue heels. I hugged her and we sat down. I don't know why I was so nervous, I always felt so naturally comfortable around Taylor. Something about this setting just made it seem like we were on a formal date. She assured me a level of privacy, as she had been to this restaurant before and both the location and staff were very discreet. I had only just glanced at the menu before the waiter came over to take our drink order. As he talked about wines, I felt a delicate hand on my leg. Taylor's fingers tickled my thigh, inching up slowly towards my crotch. I tried not to bring attention to that fact as she ordered wine for both of us and the waiter left. She began to rub slowly back and forth, all while gazing at me with those crystal blue eyes. She bit her lower lip slightly.
"Umm, Taylor..." I said, clearing my throat. "What are you doing?"
"Who me? Nothing." She said in a light and airy voice, a look of mischief on her innocent face.
"Aren't you dating what's-his-face?"
"Actually...we broke up...just very recently." She said sadly.
"Oh Swift..." I said somewhat apologetically, as her hand was still on the rapidly enlarging bulge in my pants. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm telling you now, beside I thought we could have some fun. It would take my mind off of it. And I know you broke up with your girlfriend."
"Still, I'm not sure this a good idea."
"Neither am I. Let's find out together."
I groaned as she squeezed the tent in my pants. Just then, the waiter came back to bring us our wine and tell us about the specialty of the night. Her hand remained firmly on my crotch; gently increasing the light stroking over my now erect cock. The waiter seemed oblivious to it, as did the other patrons of the restaurant. Above the table, her arm remained motionless, while beneath the lengthy tablecloth her fingers gripped my cock through my pants. She talked, laughed and chatted with the waiter while toying with me. Me, on the other hand was overcome with lust. She was stunning in her blue evening dress and I'd be lying to myself if I hadn't considered something like this might happen. It always seemed too whenever we got together. The bulge in my pants strained as she continued. Her fingers found my taught fly and slowly, agonizingly, unzipped my slacks. Her hand wormed its way inside my pants, through the gap in my underwear and fished out my cock, standing tall at attention in her firm grip. She slowly and methodically began to stroke up and down.
Will this waiter ever shut up?
I thought to myself as she stroked me.
I looked at her and she smiled slyly at me, even as she returned to her conversation with the waiter. Now the manager had come over to see that her needs were attended too. I gripped the edge of the table hard. Taylor knew exactly how hard to squeeze and how fast to stroke. It had been months since anyone had touched me like this. Or maybe it was just the thrill of being jacked off under the table at this fancy restaurant.
