Zoey sat in a quaint shop, a single cup of coffee before her. The table was small, adequate for two getting a drink or snack and not much else. Three others occupied the space around her, each with a single person sat at them. Behind the counter, the owner cleaned up or sampled her own product, giving a satisfied sigh with each intake. Several people passed by, glanced inside with longing, then hurried along in dissatisfaction. What were they expecting?
She wore her casual outfit. A plain, red shirt and purple summer jacket, while her cock was confined to her jeans, strapped to her thigh while her balls were nestled tight within her boxer shorts. Discerning eyes might recognise the bulge, but any passer-by would ignore it. Still, she kept her lower body concealed under the table.
Five minutes to go before Carmen was supposed to arrive. Anticipation flashed at the thought of the stunning honour student, yet worry nipped at her excitement, as it always did. The beast was shackled, unable to crush her lap under anxiety's weight, though that made it no less powerful. Any number of things could go wrong after all.
Carmen might not show up, for one. Someone from school might see them and report back to Gretchen, who would show up a minute later for revenge. Perhaps Carmen would come, only to be called in for work early. No, that was ridiculous. Carmen wasn't the kind of person to stand someone up, and Gretchen would still be nursing her face after that punch. Hatred and delight tickled the skin of her knuckles, as if urging her to do it again. She wanted to. Oh, she wanted to repeat that moment over and over, and take it further. Despite the disgusting sensation it left in her.
Dread yanked her stomach to the lowest depths. That couldn't happen. It was a miracle the principal hadn't already called to expel her, anything more than earlier and she would be. Without a doubt. That, also, couldn't happen. Not yet.
Why did she worry anyway? It's not a date. It's not a date. Zoey repeated the sentence over and over in her mind, engraving it into her psyche. Even so, the odd flutter in her stomach as it wavered between plummeting into nothingness and vaulting into the open kept her on edge. The earlier satisfaction and release she'd felt from masturbating was gone.
Zoey glanced to her phone. Two minutes. She straightened her back, leaned into the chair and clutched her undrunk coffee. Caffeine was poison to a runner, an unnatural energy that became a crutch. She stared outside, watching for the standout beauty and intelligence that she pined for, and spotted her.
Marvellous. Gorgeous. Stupendous. Zoey ran through all the synonyms, hoping to find something that matched the girl who stepped inside, a wisp of air playing with her locks of dark blonde resplendence, while her chest wobbled like two rippling oceans. Her eyes stopped there. It was one thing to stare at someone's face, especially when their eyes were a startling sapphire hue, but their body was another.
"Hey," Carmen said and sat opposite Zoey, sinking into the lucky chair.
"Hey," Zoey replied. She cleared her throat and looked to her coffee, still steaming hot, "So, uh, how was school?"
"Same old, same old," Carmen said, glancing to the front. Zoey followed her gaze and saw the owner grinning back. She was a hefty women, with a plump middle and even plumper breasts, as if all her fat had tried to go for her curves, but ran out of room.
"Gretchen give any trouble?"
"The usual," Carmen reiterated. A hardness crept into her voice, "She picked on me, Mary and Dakota a bit. But it was pretty spread out. Rumour has it she stripped a girl in the gym."
"Yeah," Zoey sank into her chair, "She did."
"God, she needs a kick up the ass," Carmen said, then, as if a switch was flipped, the edge in her voice dissipated, "Hi, Stacy." Zoey looked up and saw the owner by their side, who peered over the shelf that was her bosom. What size was she? Even Gretchen's pair didn't match up.
"Afternoon, Carmen. You should've mentioned you were meeting a friend here. I'd have given her my special blend," Stacy said, beaming at the pair. Zoey looked away. It was too bright, like staring into the sun.
"What special blend?" Carmen asked.
"You'll find out later. Wink, wink."
"You don't have to say 'wink, wink' you know?"
"Yes." It was her imagination, but Zoey swore she heard the woman's smile widen, "Anyway, this one's on the house. So enjoy." The sweet owner, whose every atom seemed to screech bubbliness, left after setting a cup down before Carmen, who took a long sip of it.
"You drink coffee?" Zoey asked.
"Only Stacy's," Carmen said, grinning, "The usual blends are disgusting."
"Yeah," Zoey nodded, a terse smile on her lips. That's another thing they had in common, on top of their mutual disdain for Gretchen. There had to be more, though. A relationship couldn't be built on shared dislikes. Zoey stiffened and sank her head low, cheeks ablaze. To hide her thoughts, she took a long drag on the coffee and stopped an instant later. It was sweet, the bitterness buried underneath something thick. A dense cream, perhaps, though she'd never had one so sweet. It must be high in fat, she thought. Doesn't matter, she decided and drank another mouthful.
"Good, right?" Carmen inquired.
"Y-yeah," Zoey said.
"Told you," Carmen chuckled and took another drink of her own, "So, what did you want to talk about, anyway?"
"Oh, uh... just wanted to talk, really."
Carmen shrugged, "If you're sure."
"So, um, what's up with you, Mary and Dakota?" Zoey asked and snapped at herself in her mind.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you know? They just started hanging out with you all a sudden, right after Mary's... thing got out."
"Coincidence," Carmen answered an instant too soon. Something flashed in her eyes, another something within that. They concealed each other, like soldiers making a tactical retreat.
"Sorry, that was rude," Zoey said, a wave of cold swept over her and the world grew. Not enough that she would've noticed yesterday, but she was attuned to it now.
"No, I'm sorry for snapping like that," Carmen said. That's snapping? Zoey blinked at the girl and laughed.
