Mandy had gotten what she supposed as was lucky. She hadn't seen or heard from the guy in three weeks. It wasn't until it was damn near one o'clock in the morning and Mandy was making a sugar and cigarillo run. Her neighborhood didn't really go to bed until 3 a.m. and Mandy took advantage and made her way to the 24-hour convenience store. It was a small store but it had almost everything you could want. Mandy opened the second door leading into the main store and began to pick up some snacks. She was craving baked goods, a few fruit danishes and a couple cosmic brownies later she was standing at the register and smiling as the young middle eastern man made small talk and complimented her hair. Mandy almost didn't notice someone coming into the store.
Mandy turned and looked at the guy who made her see fireworks on the 12. Her smile faltered and all the questions from before came up and died down when she saw him smile and bit his bottom lip like he had a secret. He said a greeting and stood behind her. He wanted something from behind the counter and Mandy had just finished her purchase. She was about to leave in a hurry but forgot her change when she turned to get it she was face to chest with the guy and he was holding out a hand with her singles and quarters. Mandy flushed and murmured thanks. When she was about to pull her hand back he asked, "Could I talk to you for a minute?" Mandy just nodded and made her way outside to stand outside of the brick that joined the little store with a barbershop.
Mandy felt silly waiting for what would inevitably be a solicitation. She told herself that she didn't owe him anything. She reached into her bag and pulled out the pack of cigarillos she bought. Mandy smokes weed for her anxiety and smokes tobacco when she's stressed out. Mandy fished through her snacks for the black and blue box of Dutch Master's and went through the motions of lighting up, the familiarity was calming. He came out in time to see Mandy let out a dense cloud of smoke and he had to reign in the desire to kiss her and swallow whatever smoke was in her mouth. Mandy raised her hand in greeting trying to steel her nerves and school her face.
"I haven't seen you around lately," it was a question and would have been casual if he wasn't looking down at Mandy with a want so obvious. Mandy almost wanted to laugh, but couldn't as she thought she probably looked just as needy. "I write books for a living so I've been attached to my laptop and phone for the last 3 weeks hammering out the last of my revisions and finishing the first draft." Her voice didn't shake when she spoke and she took another puff. Mandy thought she had been going outside just enough.
He nodded in understanding and pressed a little closer to Mandy. "What kinds of books do you write?" Mandy was expecting him to ask if she was free if she still got wet thinking about what his mouth and fingers did. "I write adventure novels for a target audience of 15-23-year-olds." It was an odd focus group and really it was something like 18-26 but she found that her books reached people still trying to figure things out and that it sometimes her novels gave people insight. Mandy felt maybe she should ask a couple questions to make things fair, "What do you do?" She still felt steady and spoke clearly. She thanked the tobacco and took another puff, noticing that the ember was dying she put it out on the brick behind her.
"I work in the new warehouse in the industrial district in the human resources department." It was a good job and Mandy wanted to make a joke about heartless human resources but couldn't think of the punchline when his mouth was on hers. It was soft and slow. It felt good and Mandy was going to let him explore with his tongue but thought better of it because she could taste the ash in her mouth as she swallowed her drool. She pulled back and leaned against the brick, "Can we go out?" Mandy was surprised to hear he wanted to do something besides turn her into a puddle. She looked up at him and was met with soft brown eyes longing but not as lustful. She smiled and agreed. They had set a date and Mandy waited until she got a block away before she started to dance. His name was Amaray and Mandy was glowing.
After days of text messages being exchanged and heavy hints about what they could be doing in equal measure from Amaray and herself, Mandy set about pampering herself and making sure to look as good as she felt. Mandy thought of the way his fingers ran up the lips of her pussy. She wanted to feel his heat directly and tried not to think of his tongue when she shaved her mound. She touched the smooth skin of her pussy after she finished and could barely stop herself from leaving the bathroom to masturbate.
Their date was a little awkward as Mandy tried not to ramble about mythology and the best way to make homemade desserts. Amaray did his best not be obvious in the way he looked at her outfit. Mandy was wearing a black tank top dress. It was form fitting and Mandy's bust was ample and making it hard for their server as well. The poor kid could barely sustain eye contact when Mandy would move in a way that made her chest bounce. Amaray assumed she didn't know what she was doing until they got a free dessert to take home and Mandy made the offhand comment that, they would have gotten double the dessert if Mandy had been wearing blue. Amaray laughed and thought he was right to ask her out on a date, Mandy was fun if a little zealous about baking and probably knew more about the wait staff at her favorite restaurant than was appropriate .
Amaray walked Mandy to the townhouse she shared with her roommates. His mouth felt warm against hers. Mandy's head was swimming and she wanted more. "If you want you can come in and we could eat dessert." Amaray couldn't turn that around because Mandy had her palm pressed to his crotch and when his dick twitched at her invitation she gave it a firm squeeze and stroke. He nodded and followed behind Mandy as they made their way up the steps and into the townhouse. The house was mostly dark with the exception of a few familiar sounds Mandy knew to be her roommates in their respective rooms.
Amaray was surprised to see that Mandy's room was half an office, with a writer's desk that had a comfortable slant in it for those that leaned forward, a bookshelf to the far right of the room with books everywhere. The other half was all bedroom, a huge bed on the other side of the room covered in pillows and made neatly. Her room smelled like old books and eucalyptus candles. Amaray felt comfortable immediately after entering. Mandy told him he could sit on the bed while she went to go get drinks.
As Mandy closed the door behind her she was met with the familiar figure of her roommate walking towards her. Mandy reached out and grabbed his hand, "I am gonna get laid" Mandy whispered it just loud enough for her friend to hear, he smiled and said, "Don't hurt him. " Mandy had a look on her face that said, 'I can't promise anything'.
Amaray didn't have to wait long before Mandy was back with a plate, another fork, and two cups of fruit juice. Mandy sat the cups on the floor at the edge of the bed next to his feet. Mandy still had on her shoes and could feel her toes going numb from having them on so long. Mandy was about to bend down to take them off but Amaray was on his knees and had his hands on Mandy's ankle, slowly working the small strap out of its buckle and freeing her foot. Amaray made note of the tattoo that looped around Mandy's left ankle, a bracelet with hearts and stars that looked faded with a few stars having crooked lines and he wondered if she had screamed.
Mandy felt the blood rush back into her toes and she sighed in relief. Amaray pressed his fingers into the center of her foot and Mandy yelped it felt nice to have him rub her foot. He worked the other one in the same fashion. Amaray was counting and had seen almost half of Mandy's tattoos liking the one on her right ankle all the more, it looked like the planetary orbits, the sun sat in the middle of her foot and around her ankle where nine different rings and all the planets floating around her ankle.
Mandy felt a spike of want through her center when she felt his hands trail up her calves to her thighs. Amaray kissed from her knee of one leg and up to her thigh and planted a wet kiss where her thighs met.
He stopped for a moment at the start of her tattoo on her thigh and listened to her breath catch in her throat when he grazed his teeth against her flesh. He bit into her and felt her skin give and fill his mouth, he wanted to leave a mark. He sucked hard and felt Mandy's moan as she leaned back trying to give him more skin to touch. Amaray followed her and pressed her into the mattress. He liked the way her body surrounded him soft thighs that engulfed him and the giving flesh of her stomach and breasts made him almost dizzy with want. She tasted like the fruit punch she had brought upstairs, her tongue was inviting, playing with his, running along his teeth and stroking the roof of his mouth.
Mandy had her hands beneath his shirt and she pressed against his hard body. He was lithe muscle and bone. When he ground down into Mandy she felt his hip bones and wondered if she could fatten him up. If she could get him to the point of solid weighty bulk. She stored the thought for later when Amaray lifted his shirt above his head and Mandy could see his muscles flex beneath flesh and she thanked God because he was living art.
Mandy lifted up pressing her body against his naked chest and his hands went to her back deftly unhooking her bra and making Mandy sigh in relief. His fingers pressed gingerly against the red dents left in her skin, he made a soft sound like he was sorry for the marks. His hands were at the hem of her dress which had ridden up to just below the cusp of her ass. He looked at her and opened his mouth to say, "Please," before drawing her into a kiss. Mandy said, "Yes," against his lips and her dress and bra were over her head and in the corner of her room in the next moment. Amaray took a moment to really look at Mandy, her chest rising with each quick breath and the way her breasts twitched when she felt his eyes shot over her form. When Mandy moved closer to him he saw the edge of leaves peek from beneath her breast, he licked his lips and filled his hands with her breasts. Felt her nipples get hard against his palms and her body bow towards him. He went from her mouth and laid wet open mouth kisses down her throat, he nibbled at her collarbone and made his way over her soft breasts leaving small spit shiny splotches of red along his way.
