Task 8.4– Where Dreams Come True

“Let’s go take a seat, and enjoy our caffeine,” she grabbed the drinks and had me follow behind her, the look on her face showed how much fun she was having torturing me.

When we sat, I damned the cheap plastic benches that Disney used for everything, it felt like it was purposely pressing the plug deeper into my ass, which was already sensitive enough as it was. But its vibrations were one thing, it pushing in deeper was more of a being fucked feeling, rather than a being toyed with feeling.

“So, what did you think?” she was staring at me, dying to see what I was going to say.

“About what?” being an overthinker, I didn’t know if she meant, the toys, the near public orgasm I had, the coffee…

“The barista, she’s so hot, isn’t she?”

“Kim, she can probably hear us, don’t you have any shame?”

“This coming from the girl tied up with slutty toys under her clothes, and no underwear either,” she was eyeing my chest and it was making me blush, “not saying you don’t have some nipple confidence there.”

“Stop it, I don’t even know what that means.”

“It means, you’re braless and proud and don’t care that your nipples are sticking out like a couple of erasers getting everyone’s attention.”

“Can we change the subject please.”

“It’s either your nipples or the barista, take your pick,” she pulled out her phone and teased it across the screen, it was off but I still flinched at the thought of it turning the stimulation back on, especially while I was still so sensitive.

“Fine, what about the barista?”

“She was flirting with you.”

“Yeah, kind of hard to not notice.”

“You know, she’s staring at you right now.”

“Um, really, you’re lying,” I wanted to look over but I was too embarrassed to see if she actually was.

“Fine, if I’m lying, you can put your hoodie back on, but if I’m telling the truth, you have to get her number.”

I looked over and I wasn’t sure what I wanted more, to have my hoodie back or to see if she was actually interested and she was, she was looking right over at me and instead of being as embarrassed as I was, she just stared with confidence. Shit, I had to go ask for her number now, no she couldn’t be serious, weren’t we kind of on a date or something?

“Fine, no hoodie,” I was hoping that would be enough and call her bluff.

“No, go ask her,” she turned her phone on and the vibrator came back to life, slowly, gently, but it was her way of telling me to go do it, “it’ll get stronger and stronger until you ask and then it’ll stop.”

“There’s a line.”

“Better go before you wait too long, and oh,” she reached over and circled my nipples with her fingers that caused a sudden moan to escape my lips, “for some extra confidence.”

I got up, I had some time to catch my breath, but I was still very sensitive. Standing in line I wasn’t sure what I was focusing on more, the feeling of the vibrator getting stronger, little by little or how scared I was to ask her for her phone number. I mean how many guys and probably girls hit on her everyday asking for the same thing. Would I just be another asshole like the rest for hitting on her, would she just reject me, what if she does give me her number, what then. So many things were going through my head that I didn’t even realize I was at the front of the line before I knew it, looking at her face to face once again.

“Hey, um,” I was really bad at stuff like this.

“Hi there,” she had a smile on her face and was waiting for me to say something, “did you want to order something?”

“Yeah, um, I was wondering if, I mean, I’m not a weirdo or anything and, well.”

“That’s ok, I’m a bit of a weirdo too, makes life more fun,” her smile almost felt warming and the look in her eyes were just so, kind.

“I was wondering if I could get your number.”

“Sure, all you had to do was ask,” she pulled up some receipt paper, wrote her number on it and handed it to me like it was nothing, “nice piercings by the way, I have a few of my own,” her smirk almost made me melt, “maybe I’ll show you sometime.”

The thought of where and what she was talking about was turning me on, picturing her nipples pierced and God knows what else. The image made me remember the vibrations in my ass and I felt my orgasm building once again. Part of me was just so turned on, that part wanted to tell her everything, wanted her to just take me right there and couldn’t wait to text her.

“Are you ok? Couldn’t have been that bad to ask for my number”

“Oh, that’s not it,” it was pretty loud in the building and it was getting harder for me to talk loudly enough for her to hear me and she leaned forward.

“Sorry I couldn’t here you, what?”

“Oh, I’m just on the verge of cumming.”

I couldn’t believe what I was telling her, but for some reason it was just coming out without concern or fear. She just looked at me, not with shock, but just bit her lip again, looking down at my chest and back up to my eyes.

“Text me about it later, I want to know all the details, hope your date goes well though, I’ve got to get back to work.”

“It’s not a,” or was it, I was so confused, but didn’t want to get her in trouble and walked back to Kim, piece of paper in hand, clutching it while feeling like I was about to explode.