The black plastic trash bag arced through the air before crashing into the battered green dumpster. Kevin lazily made his way back to the old two story brick building that held Larry's Cafe. His phone chimed as he received a text message. He stopped near the kitchen door and leaned against the wall, the rough brick against his back. Kevin pulled out his phone and thumbed open the screen as he listened to Carlos singing something in Spanish while he worked the grill. The smell of grilled chicken wafting from the open kitchen door and mixing with the wet dirt smell of the Spring air.
The text was from his friend John: “Looking to expand. Could use someone I trust. Come see me.”
Kevin thought back to the first day as a freshman in high school. He met John in History class, and they became fast friends. They tried out and made the Junior Varsity baseball team together, stole their first beer from John's dad's beer fridge, and graduated together. College took them in different directions but they stayed in touch. John's father had retired and left him to run his construction company. John tried to pull Kevin in, offered him a marketing role, but Kevin couldn't see himself in that world.
Instead he took a job washing dishes here at Larry's, a little cafe on the corner of Elm and Market Streets. The pay sucked but the job was mindless enough. Kevin didn't have to think, no real responsibilities outside of emptying the trash and making sure the dishes were clean and the glasses had no spots. The free food was a bonus, and thankfully, Carlos was a much better cook than he was a singer.
Kevin dropped his phone back into his pocket, and pulled out his vape pen. He figured he might as well take a five minute break and took a hit from the vape. He exhaled a large cloud that floated away on the gentle breeze. A commotion from the kitchen stirred him from his thoughts.
Chloe, the waitress stepped out of the kitchen. She was a freshman at the local community college, waiting tables to help her parents pay for her school. Her blue eyes locked on Kevin.
“Hey Kev. Table two is ready.” She darted back inside her blonde ponytail swinging behind her. Kevin took a second drag of his vape before depositing it back in his jeans pocket. Carlos continued to sing, more than a little out of tune.
Kevin wiped down the table, ensuring it was spotless for Chloe's next customer. The door chime dinged, drawing his gaze to the young woman who had just walked in. Wavy brown hair cascaded over the shoulders of her faded denim jacket. She smiled at Kevin, dimples appearing on her glowing cheeks.
She passed by, her yellow sundress covered with small white sunflowers, swaying about her thick thighs. Not model-thin but not fat either. A bit shorter than Kevin, still within average height. The scent of vanilla and flowers lingered in her wake. She took a seat at a window table, crossing her legs. Strappy wedge sandals with bright red toe nails completed her look. Kevin stole as many looks as he could before returning to the kitchen.
Totally enthralled, Kevin kept finding any excuse to get a line of sight on Yellow Dress. Wiping down the same table for the umpteenth time. Watching as she absently played with her hair. Noticeably sigh after checking her phone. Intently spinning a plain silver band on her middle finger. The door chime would ring and she would look up, excited, only to solemnly return to her thoughts.
Kevin was finishing up a couple of dishes and was about to slip into the dinning room again when Chloe came into the kitchen and slumped against the large stainless steel refrigerator. She let out a guttural groan.
“Fuck. I've got a crier.”
Carlos wiped his hands on his apron. “A what?”
“That chick in the yellow dress, is sitting there crying. I think she was stood up.” Chloe nodded in Yellow Dress' direction. “You should go talk to her Kev.”
Kevin was taken aback. “Me?”
“Well, you have been spying on her since she came in.”
“What? No I haven't.” Kevin spat the words out a little too fast, a sure sign of his guilt.
Carlos chuckled, “Bro you been creeping hard. Like hard.”
Chloe giggled, “Go on, Kev.”
Kevin untied his apron and set on the edge of the sink. “Alright.” He smoothed his pants with the palms of his hands. Took a deep breathe. “Here goes.”
Chloe rest her fingers on his arm. “Be nice.”
Carlos shrugged, “Don't fuck it up, Pendejo.”
“Thanks Carlos.” Kevin stepped out of the kitchen. He smoothed his shirt, took a breath. Here goes, I guess. Yellow Dress' warm brown eyes were rimmed red, and her cheeks were streaked wet from the tears. He approached the table.
“Excuse me.”
Yellow Dress was startled at first, then wiped her eyes. “Oh my god. I'm sorry. You need the table? I should go.”
Kevin held up his hands. “No, no, no. You can sit there. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He sat in the chair opposite her. “My name's Kevin. Is there anything I can do?”
She smiled weakly. “I'm sorry Kevin, I was supposed to meet somebody. But he didn't show.” She held out her hand. “Mary Anne.” Kevin took her hand, it was warm and soft, the red fingernails were perfect, recently done.
“That sucks. Is he maybe just running late?”
She played with the band on her finger. “I don't think so Kevin. I had a feeling. I dunno.” She sniffled. I just feel so...” She sighed, “Stupid I guess.”
Kevin laid his hand on hers, “You're not stupid.”
“That's sweet, but you don't even know me.”
“I can fix that. Wait right here. I'll be right back, I promise.” He stood and quickly made his way to the counter. He grabbed two pieces of pie and an empty coffee cup. He stuck his head in the kitchen. “Chloe. Can we get some coffee?”
“Oh, you better tip good.” Chloe pointed her pen at Kevin's face.
“Thanks Chloe.” Kevin gave her a wink.
Some blueberry pie and a couple cups of coffee later, Kevin had learned a good bit about Mary Anne. She had an infectious laugh that filled the cafe with warmth. She had recently moved into an apartment a couple blocks away and worked at a cozy little bookstore in the neighborhood. She loved to read, and dreamt of being a librarian which led to her getting an English Literature degree. As they talked the redness in her eyes had faded, revealing tiny golden flakes in her soft brown eyes.
Kevin had told her about his college days-well, not all of them. About his friend John, and the job offer. He confessed his fear of taking on the responsibility of a career, of being an adult. Mary Anne was supportive and encouraging. She would lean in close and touch his arm her fingers warm and soft. Her scent, vanilla and flowers, was comforting and inviting. Kevin wanted to hold her, feel her body against his. A euphoric wave washed over him every time she made eye contact.
Chloe cleared her throat. “Kev, it's almost five. Closing time.”
“Oh.” Kevin looked around the dining room, only to find all the seats were empty. “Crap. I'm sorry Chloe. I'll help close up.” He started to rise when Chloe stopped him.
“Carlos and I took care of it. Maybe you should walk your new friend home. Or something.” Chloe cocked an eyebrow. “And, you owe me.”
“Thank you, Chloe.”
Kevin stood, offering Mary Anne his hand. “Can I walk you home?”
She pursed her lips briefly in thought, then smiled. “Yes. I'd like that.”
They stepped into the cool evening air, the sound of Chloe locking the cafe doors behind them. The streets were quieter with the weekend coming to a close. The sun, blocked by the buildings downtown, cast long shadows about. The streetlights were just coming on with a few clicks and some buzzing. Mary Anne took his hand as they headed down Elm Street.
Kevin and Mary Anne walked in comfortable silence, she rested her head against his shoulder. Her body next to his was warm and calming, the sounds of the city an afterthought.
“Kevin?” Mary Anne broke the silence. “Are you thinking about the job offer?”
He looked into her eyes. “No. Actually I was thinking about you. About how relaxed and at the same time excited you make me feel.”
She stepped in front of Kevin blocking his path. “Don't laugh, but I have butterflies in my stomach. I'm such a nerd!” She giggled.
Kevin kissed her. He couldn't help himself. He was terrified she would balk at the attempt and send him on his way but he had to kiss her. Their lips brushed together tentatively, for the first time. Mary Anne's breath hot on his face. She leaned into him, kissing him back. Her fingers brushing lightly against his jaw. Her lips parted, allowing Kevin's tongue to slip inside.
Kevin cradled her face, his thumbs brushing her soft cheeks. Mary Anne responded by wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. She pulled away slightly, gently sucking on his lower lip.
“This is me” Mary Anne gestured to the faded red brownstone, whose steps they stopped at the bottom of. Black iron railings led up the stoop to a dark brown metal exterior door. She playfully bit her lower lip. “Would you like to come in?”
He kissed her again. “I would.”
Mary Anne stepped into the apartment, looking over her shoulder she teasingly removed her denim jacket. It crumpled to the polished wood floor next to her strappy wedges. Kevin closed the door behind him, never taken his eyes off her. She padded up to him with her bare feet and pressed her body against his. Kevin rested his hands on her supple hips, ran his lips along her neck. She sighed softly when he reached her shoulder. She tugged at his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. She gets enough undone to get her hands inside. Her fingers run across Kevin's chest, gently tugging on the hairs. Her fingers scrape across a nipple that hardens under her touch, she gave a gentle squeeze between her thumb and forefinger.
She spins in his arms, and grinds her backside against him. Kevin cups her breasts, massage and kneading through her sundress. Mary Anne's breathe quickened. She pulled away from him. Her eyes locked on his. The gold speaks reflecting the dim lights. She lifted her dress over her head and tossed it to the side. She unhooked her bra and shook it off, allowing it to fall.
Kevin unclasped his shirt and tossed it away. He tugged his shoes free and kicked them to the side. He unbuttoned his pants, and stopped. Mary Anne smiled mischievously. She headed down a narrow hallway, beckoning him to follow. Kevin dropped his pants and followed.
Mary Anne stood at the side of the bed waiting for him. Kevin strode into the bedroom taking her into his arms. Their lips pressed together, her hands running through his hair. He hooks his thumbs into the band of her simple black panties. He pulls her panties down her hips, along her thighs, and lets them loosely fall around her knees. Her trimmed bush moist with her juices inches from his face. The scent of vanilla and flowers mixed with the musk of her sex. She looked down at him, her breath heavy, her eyes pleading. He placed his hands on her thighs and gently pushed her unto the bed, she collapsed onto the soft mattress, a stuffed teddy bear tumbled onto the floor. Kevin pushed her legs back, her pussy unobstructed, wet, inviting.
Ever so lightly, Kevin ran his lips along her folds. Her body shivered, a soft moan escaped her lips. He gently probed with his tongue, tenderly licking her folds. He closed his mouth over her hood and gently sucked. Lightly flicking with his tongue. Mary Anne's breathing got heavier, her moans a bit longer. He lubed the tip of a finger with her juices, and very slowly entered her pussy. Her warmth enveloping his finger, pulling it deeper. He inserted to the knuckle and slowly pulled out, making Mary Anne whimper. He inserted his fingered all the way and slowly worked her pussy while sucking on her clit. Her trimmed pubic hairs tickled his lip.
Kevin hooked his finger and applied pressure to her vaginal wall. Mary Anne grunted, her hands clawing at his hair. He inserted two fingers, his tongue flicking furiously at her engorged clit. Mary Anne began to buck her hips, Kevin using both fingers applied more pressure to her vaginal wall. Her breath was rapid, her squeals of pleasure more frantic, her juices filling his palm and running down his arm. She convulsed, pushed him away, her legs closed tightly. She wheezed. She laughed.
“Oh my god, Kevin.” She released his hair and gingerly sat up. Her hands trembled while holding Kevin's face. He stood slowly.
His cock bulged against his underwear. The tight cloth stretched beyond it's capacity, the head of his cock poking past the band. Mary Anne slowly pulled his briefs down allowing his cock to flop out out. He was painfully erect, and she was taking her time. It jumped as she wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft. She kissed the tip of his cock, smearing the precum around with his tip. Kevin's knees went weak.
She took his cock into her mouth, working the head with her mouth and tongue, one hand slowly stroking his shaft. The other cradling his balls. Kevin gathered her wavy brown hair in his hand so he could see her face more clearly. She hungrily devoured his cock. Her hand squeezing and stroking, her mouth gliding over the head. His body tightened. His buttocks clenched. He warned Mary Anne. Then he burst. His cum shot on her face. Globs of semen dripped off her chin, and splattered her breasts.
He collapsed on to the bed beside her. She continued to slowly stroke his cock, she squeezed the cum out with long strokes. She sucked his balls and played with his cock, keeping him hard. Mary Anne swung a leg over and straddled him. She looked into his eyes while guiding his cock to her pussy. Her labia separated by the head of his cock. Mary Anne lowered herself onto him. She let out a groan as she ground against his hips with him deep inside her. She gyrated and rolled and rubbed, while Kevin flexed his cock.
Her pussy was wet and hot, Kevin could fell her juices running around his balls. Watching her body rock and sway, her tits bob, up and down, was driving him wild. He grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed. He twisted her over so that he was on top. Mary Anne hooked her legs behind his back. He began thrusting. Burying his cock deep within her, then withdrawing until the tip almost popped out. Then burying it again. Their bodies slapping together wetly. Her eyes wide, her body spasming beneath him. The walls of her pussy compressed, her legs quivered. Kevin could fell her orgasm rake her body, he continued to pump as she whimpered beneath him. He could fell his own orgasm building again. He pumped wildly until he could no longer hold it. His cock popped out of her swollen pussy. He came. Cum pulsating from his cock, puddles of semen and sweat dotted her stomach. Breathless he nuzzled into the crook of her neck. The sound of their breathing, the racing of their hearts soothed him to sleep.
Kevin awoke to soft kisses to his face and neck. Mary Anne's hair was a mess, there was sweat and other things stuck to her cheeks. She was beautiful.
“Hey sleepy head. I was thinking a shower, and then Door Dash?” Mary Anne twirled a finger in his chest hair.
Kevin sat up, took her hand, and softly kissed her fingers. “Sounds good. I'll join you in a sec.”
She planted a kiss on his forehead before heading to the bathroom. An exaggerated sway to her hips. Kevin chuckled to himself. He swung his legs off the bed and paused. It replayed the scene in his head hoping to remember where he took his pants off. He remembered dropping them in the living room. He also remembered the sex, making his cock twitch.
Kevin found his pants on the living room floor. He could hear the shower start up. His mind drifted to Mary Anne, her glowing skin, the warmth of her, the scent. His cock stiffened. Quickly he thumbed the phone open. He typed out a short message, Lunch 2morro, we'll talk , and sent it to John.
He set his phone down on a small stack of hardcover books and joined Mary Anne in the shower.