Sahara once again walked down Michigan Avenue, going much farther than she needed to on her way to the bus stop. The street construction had long ago been completed, and she didn't have to walk as far anymore, but she did it anyway. She told herself it was because of the exercise, but she knew better. She was hoping to see him again. The boy at the coffee shop. Ever since that night when he'd inspired her to wear out her rabbit vibrator, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Almost nightly she passed that café, hoping to get one more glance of him, but with no luck. She never saw him again.
She slowed her pace as she neared the café, unconciously crossing her fingers. She didn't know why she wanted to see him again so badly, she knew she'd never have the nerve to say anything to him. It had been so long since anyone had inspired this feeling within her, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She'd masturbated to him constantly since that night. He crept into her dreams and she even found herself daydreaming at work and in her classes. She'd gotten so into her routines, she'd never really thought about romance. That was until he appeared. He'd looked so hopeful, so wistful, it inspired the same within her. And now he was gone.
She stopped just before stepping in front of the picture window, catching her breath and uncrossing her fingers. What if he was there? Then what? Would she finally follow through on her fantasies? She laughed to herself, knowing it would never happen. With this thought she stepped in front of the window, and once again was disappointed. She stared at the rows of bookshelves behind the random tables of people sipping coffee, talking animatedly to each other, or quietly reading a book. She didn't see any of them, however, she was too busy thinking about what she was missing. Once again, he'd eluded her. It had been months since that night, why couldn't she let him go?
Sighing to herself, she shrugged her shoulders, turning to the door of the café and going inside before she could stop herself. She waundered to the booth were the boy had been sitting and settled in, her eyes drifting out the window and up to the sky. The moon hung there, full and calm, as if it had been waiting for her. She smiled to herself, remembering his expression once again. He'd been looking up as if there were an answer there to an unasked question, something to fill the sadness in his face and make it go away. Sahara's expression soon matched his as she realized that there were no answers to be had, only questions. She propped her face on her balled up fist, still looking up, so mesmerized now that she couldn't turn away.
Tim strolled down Michigan, his hands in his pockets, hugging his body despite the warmth of the night. He could smell rain in the air and he hoped he wouldn't get caught in it. He didn't know why he was back here, or where he was even going. He'd lost all direction when his grandfather finally died, and he just longed to feel anything again. He'd checked into a hotel earlier so he could get away from home for a couple of days. There were too many memories at home. He just needed to be somewhere that wouldn't evoke so many emotions. He hoped that for once he'd get a full night's sleep.
As he lay in the hotel bed, smelling the starched perfection of the sheets, he was wide awake and finding his mind drifting down the street to the café he used to frequent. He couldn't believe he hadn't been there in so long. Not since the night he'd been studying the moon. The night he'd seen Sahara. Part of his inability to sleep was due to the dreams she'd frequented. He often woke up in the middle of them, racing to the bathroom as he'd done in his grandfather's hospital room. He felt guilty ever since about doing that there and often stopped himself before he could fully cum, increasing his inability to get back to sleep.
He jumped from the bed, still wide awake, and pulled on his clothes, heading out into the dark night, hoping a walk would clear his mind and make him sleepy. As he strolled up Michigan, he suddenly knew where he was heading and why. He knew how he'd finally sleep. He only hoped she'd be there to make it a reality. Tim shifted uncomfortably as the thought of her made his cock stiffen. He removed his hands from his pockets to give him more room as it continued to grow. He fought the urge to touch it, afraid someone may emerge at that very moment and catch him. He quickened his pace, hoping he would soon have another method of relieving himself.
Sahara finally awoke from her daydream feeling self-concious about being in the café without ordering. She looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to be looking at her. Sighing in relief, she turned back to the window, drawing in her breath sharply as she stared back into the eyes of the man who'd been her fantasy for the past four months. She was frozen in her seat, unable to believe it was really him. She blinked a couple of times to make sure she wasn't seeing things, and each time, he was still there, looking back at her. They stared at each other for a moment, then he turned away. Sahara sat up straight in the booth, about to call out until she realized he wouldn't be able to hear her anyway. She wanted to do something but felt helpless. What if he wasn't even interested, what if he would think she was crazy? She racked her brain for an answer when she noticed him turn back in her direction slightly. He gave her one last very long look before walking down the sidewalk. Sahara suddenly relaxed, knowing what she needed to do. She took a moment to collect herself, then slowly slid out of the booth, leaving the café and following him down the street.
