Just then, Tom's roommate George walked up to the counter in search of a cup of coffee. Time to go fishing, thought Lin.
"Hi, hi, hi, George!"
"Hullo, Lin. How are you doing today?"
"I'm doing better, now that I have such a handsome good boy to chat with. Not in a hurry are you?"
"No, I'm just studying today, looking to wake up with a cup of coffee."
She poured him a cup and set it in front of him. "For you for free," she added, looking him up and down unabashedly.
He put a five-dollar tip in her jar.
"Coffee is over-rated for waking up."
"Really? How do you like to wake up?"
Lin leaned over the counter, looking up at the tall athlete, and pushed her tits together with her elbows on the counter to display her modest but firm and delightful cleavage to him. She used to be shy about flirting with all these stunning young men, but now it was second nature to her. She looked side to side to make sure nobody was in earshot or particularly watching. She was still a modest woman. Then she whispered not so softly, "I like to wake up by having a man shoot inside me. It wakes me right up."
George's eyes widened and his adam's apple bobbed up and down. "You're married... right? Your husband must be very happy."
"I'm separated from my husband. He did something very bad to me, and I won't see him anymore. I'm very lonely in my new place. And my sciatica hurts me all the time."
"Separated? Does that mean broken up?"
"We're broken up, yes."
"Well, that's sad."
"How about you? Of course such a tall, handsome boy like you has a beautiful girlfriend to wake up every day? Maybe one for each day of the week?"
"Ha ha. I wish. I'm afraid not."
"Why on Earth not?"
"I'm busy with school. I need to train several hours a day to be on the swim team. Then there's my nursing studies. Being Tom's roommate helps a lot because he's such a good partner and study buddy, but my life is swimming, studying, and sleeping. That's it."
"The right girlfriend for you doesn't have to take much time. You like girls, right?"
"Oh yes, ma'am, very much."
"You want a girlfriend, right?"
"I so desperately want a girlfriend. I've never had one," he confessed, shyly.
"Oh, it's hard to believe it. Are you too picky? You want a high school girl? You want one much younger and prettier than me, right?"
"Oh, no, ma'am. You're very beautiful. I've always dreamed of having a girlfriend as pretty as you."
"Oh you flatterer." She gave herself permission to just look at George and his powerful frame for a couple of minutes. He stood there, his eyes locked on her, fidgeting with and sipping his coffee, growing more agitated. He towered over her, well over six feet tall, and had an insanely tight and muscular body, dark brown hair, and doe-like green eyes. Otherwise, his skin was quite pale. Stunning.
She had a momentary concern that she might actually start dripping from her panties onto the floor. She could easily feel that her panties were already totaled, and she had barely gotten started with this boy. She examined him further, and by the look of things, she very well might need every bit of lubrication she could produce. She could see a bulge. She actually started worrying that he might be too big for her.
"You just need a low maintenance girlfriend. I'll find you one, okay? I'll teach you."
"Okay," replied George, a little stunned, and willing to agree to practically anything coming out of her mouth at this point. He was already mesmerized.
"We'll start right away," she continued. "How much time do you have right now?"
"Well, I have three and a half hours until my next workout."
"Okay, that's plenty of time," she concluded. "Walk with me." She lifted a section of the counter to let him into the shop. He ducked and squeezed into the shop. She shut and locked the front of the shop. Then she led him out the back door. "We could walk to my place, but let's drive, okay?"
"Gosh, okay," breathed George. She saw he was bulging a bit more. Maybe pulsing. It was distracting her. "What about closing your shop? Won't your customers be unhappy?" he asked innocently.
"Business is slow today anyway," she lied. He was a moron, talking his way out of her sweet pussy like that. She would teach him, but, first things first.
She stuffed him into her passenger seat, got behind the wheel, and drove the short distance down the street and around the back of her landlord's house to her very private granny unit. Then she unlocked her door as he clambered out of her passenger seat. She locked the car with her fob and carefully ushered him into her new place. What a way to break it in! She was grinning ear to ear. She hoped it didn't look too much like an evil grin.
"Ready to learn?"
"Y-yes, ma'am," he stammered.
She pushed him down to sit on the couch. He was impossibly tall and muscular, but at least now she could reach some of him. She excitedly climbed onto his lap and straddled him face-to-face. She was glad his hips were narrow enough for it to be comfortable. She would have a lot of cowboy with this one. He had on these kind of stretchy athletic pants, not too revealing, loose enough to be comfortable. He felt big down there. She adjusted her skirt so that the wet region of her panties was now busily soaking into the athletic pants restraining his cock.
"Learning anything?"
"You feel so good on my lap..."
"I want you to treat me like you would a girlfriend, okay?"
"Will you please just be my girlfriend?"
"Okay," she smiled.
