Coffee.
Asked her on Wednesday morning, she said yes that afternoon, but it took until Friday evening before we could actually make it happen.
I walked into the Starbucks and looked around. I was early, yes, and Elizabeth wasn't there yet. Not super surprising. Got myself a diet Chai and hung out in the corner, just so I could see her walk in.
It was a Friday night crowd, which was a little different from the usual hustle and bustle. This was also a totally casual, just-friends, meet-you-there moment where either of us could bolt if it didn't feel right.
Still felt like a date, though. Just a very tentative date with a parachute.
Lizzy came in and I glanced at the clock. Right on time. Pretty, slightly done up, bright, colorful Hawaiian sun dress. Light blue over dark blue. She's leaning date.
Eye contact. Smiles. She flashed me that cute, toothy grin and I raised my cup to her.
She stood in line, mostly facing away, and that gave me a minute to drink her in. The dress was low cut: there would've been cleavage if she had any. I like bigger boobs on a girl, but what she had seemed nice... especially since it didn't seem like there was anything between her boobs and her dress.
Hem was above the knee. From the personal trainer's perspective, she wasn't a waif: size six. Which, I know, please don't throw things at me: that's still way smaller than most. She filled out a six with an athletic bod. I'd seen the abs that first night, but now in a dress rather than capris? Really nice, toned legs.
Tennis legs, and she wasn't afraid to show them off.
Sandal-ish heels, with a kind of floral, Hawaiian ankle-strap around slender ankles. Cute, but the strap was a touch of sexy. Date.
Okay, filing it away: she would've fit in just fine with her married friends from the other night.
Two minutes later, a hug: "Hi!"
"Evenin'." I gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for joining me."
She touched her cheek. "How very European."
"Well, I just had to kiss you, but you know, polite and all that."
Her hand was still on her cheek as she smiled. "I had no idea how this was going to play out after the other night."
"Figured we'd kinda-sorta hit the reset button? But not entirely?"
She nodded, again with the toothy smile, and twirled around to lean on the counter next to me. Together, drinks in hand, we indulged in a little people-watching. Playing it cool, I asked if she'd reconciled with her boyfriend. She actually tried... but he was having none of it.
I clinked coffee cups with her. "Here's to starting fresh."
We talked about her being an accountant. She didn't much care for it, but she didn't have the confidence it took to be a painter. She was the artistic type. Noted.
She threw the same questions back at me: what was it like to be a personal trainer? A physical therapist? Did I get hit on a lot? Being a trainer wasn't bad, being a therapist was rewarding, and... yes.
Most of the "hitting" was away from the gym, but there was always something there. People tended to treat a gym like they did a bar: their guard was down, they had a pump going; they'd let it all hang out.
Literally.
Some girls could pull that off, but most others...? I gave her a careful appraisal. "You... you, Lizzy; you could pull that off."
She gave a little curtsy, but also a self-conscious shrug. "Honestly, I'd try not to hit on my personal trainer. Try, and probably fail with you..."
I nodded back to her. "I haven't let myself get involved with clients, but you'd be hard to resist."
"Thank you!" She leaned in and smacked a kiss on my cheek. Returning the favor, I guess, though there was solid lip to it: definitely wasn't a peck.
We talked a little about her ex, then the ex before that, then the ex before that. I was looking for patterns. Didn't really see any except that she had a bunch of exes.
That led into her usual way of involuntarily breaking up with her boyfriends -- which I was the unintentional beneficiary the other night. Which led to her blurting out: "Well, I've slept with a couple of guys, I've gone down on a couple of guys..."
"A couple? Really?"
"Okay, more than a couple."
"You put it out there, now I gotta ask: how many?"
"I'm just... a slut, okay? Remember, from the other night?" Now she looked thoroughly deflated. "A slut."
I shook my head. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
She gave me a little side-eye: "You're saying it's not?"
"Doesn't have to be."
"That's good! I really enjoy giving head..." She bit her lip a moment. "Last week, I really enjoyed giving you head."
"You give great head."
She perked right up, now flashing me a big, big smile. "Would ever want to go on, like, a real date? You know, with a slutty girl?"
"Would I?" Saw it, was going for it, still needed to be careful. "So I met this slut and she gave me head in an Uber-"
Lizzy stomped her foot. "That copycat!"
"And after getting head, we had amazing... conversation. Weird as it was, it felt like a first date."
"It did? It did, kinda... now that I think about it."
"And the coffee? I just wanted to get the coffee because I like you. You're fun to talk to. But you want to know the weird thing?"
Her eyes went wide. "What's the weird thing?"
"Now that we're having coffee...? I really... I want your lips wrapped around me again."
She looked both ways before leaning closer. "You know I'm kind of a weirdo that way, right?"
"Are you?! What a coincidence that we'd come together like this!"
"Shh! Here? Now?"
"C'mon, you know you like showing off those skills."
She rolled her eyes. "Well, yeah, I guess... yeah..."
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Thought we'd make it to the car.
Nope.
Some mutual grabbing out the door of the coffee shop. Some kissing around the corner. Some groping in the stairwell. Suddenly, she's on her knees in the parking garage.
We didn't even make it all the way to the shadows. She just dove down my shaft between a couple of parked cars.
It took a moment to catch my breath. Those lips were like velvet rollers.
There was a chuckle behind us as a couple walked by.
I glanced down at her: she looked sidelong at the couple -- but she wasn't stopping.
She closed her eyes and really focused on my dick.
I could not think!
She was actually getting off on showing her skills. Ha! This was fucking awesome!
Some tongue, some fingers, but really, it was about the lips. They worked. Folks when you see you those lips, some of you will imagine a picture of what they could do. Let me tell you: Lizzy's actually do that. They do it better than you can imagine.
And from the latest guy to receive that lip love: apparently, those lips do that a lot. Think of that the next time you see her.
Shit. I laughed to myself as I looked down at her. That picture just permanently set the perception of her face: her cock-sucking lips doing exactly what you think they do. "You" being everybody.
Suddenly, she's sucking everybody's cock. I'd never be able to see her face without thinking about her sucking everybody's cock.
Unfortunate if I wound up marrying this girl.
Whoa. Hold up. Marry? Was I high? Where did that thought come from?
Oh, yeah. I kinda am. This girl is sucking my cock and she's fucking amazing. A little plain... but why do I keep saying that? I don't know. Because I guess I pictured I had a different type.
Yeah, lips: I looked at her face, and naturally pictured a dick sliding into her mouth. Maybe it was my dick, maybe it was some other guy's dick. Either way, it was a dick in my girl's mouth. Wouldn't that be a trip?
She'd cheated... with me.
There was some other guy who could say "my girl sucked another guy's cock," but that idiot had thrown out a sure thing. By her own words, she was a serial cheater.