Author's Note: Thanks for all the positive feedback! This story is much longer and slower paced than the first two (which I highly recommend you checkout). Feel free to give comments and constructive criticism!
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I looked at my phone with all of the color draining from my face. Which wasn't much to begin with to be fair, but I also felt the cold touch of fear overtaking my body. It wasn't so much panic as it was despair.
What had Sabrina seen? Ostensibly everything, I thought. My mouth grew dry, my heart pounding with tremendous force; I had to take a seat, feeling a bit light headed. What was there to do? What was I to say? Sabrina was a clever girl, and probably wouldn't reveal any more until it was advantageous. Still, I couldn't think that she had any malicious intent. Her and I seemed to get on fine as it were.
I looked down at the pile of clothes, eyeing Tiff's discarded panties. They were white, with small flowers on them. Plain but cute, I thought. They felt ultra soft in my hands, memories flooding my mind. Memories of Tiff's thick, bronzed body- her large tits and perfect ass. I wish I had taken a picture, though I didn't think she would have approved. Still, though, I couldn't help myself from one further selfish desire. My cock stirred, straining against my shorts, remembering how Tiff had sucked me off- voluntarily and happily. Being wanted, desired- it felt so great. Feeling came back to me, as my skin grew tingly and warm, longing for her touch once again. I needed it, bad- the crashing fall of reality was too much to face. I had grabbed my cock through my shorts then, slowly gripping and stroking myself. I kept it up until I forced myself to stop and opened my messages again.
As if I was expecting anything different, I looked at Sabrina's text again, her words at the bottom of the screen while her nude selfie resided at the top. My phone felt hot and heavy in my hand, as if radioactive, my initial instinct to simply drop it like a hot coal. Probably too late to back away now though, this mess wouldn't clean itself up. I breathed heavy, and gathered my thoughts. Sabrina only knew what I could confirm to her- and panicking now would only provided an answer for her suspicions. Play it cool, Dennis, I thought.
'How about the place down the block from my place?' I typed. I looked at my phone for a moment, beginning to twist my face in satisfaction. I was pleading, not the look I was going for- I couldn't afford to give Sabrina an inch. 'The coffee shop down a block from my place.' I sent instead.
'Aww, I wanted the grand tour of your place! LOL' she sent back.
'I'll be there in 20' I concluded. Case closed. I had bought myself at least 30 minutes of time. I got up and looked back at my couch cushions. They were covered in cum stains, noticeable enough to make my nose wretch. The old couch was due for a cleaning, just as Tiff implored last night- she had simply helped expedite things. Thinking fast, I grabbed both cushions and flipped them over, revealing a much whiter shade that didn't match the rest of the couch.
"Dennis you clever sonuvabitch," I said to myself.
I got changed and sprayed some cologne on myself. I had caught Tiff sniffing it on me last night, and with Sabrina noticing it as well, it was all attention I could grow to get used to. I quickly cleaned up before heading out, tossing both towels Tiff & I had used in the hamper before throwing her clothes into my closet. Out of sight, out of mind.
The short walk to the coffee shop wasn't too bad, and luckily it was mostly empty. The early morning crowd had gotten their fill while the pretentious coffee lovers were probably at yoga or something. I took a seat, pulling out my phone and gazing back at Sabrina's tits for a few seconds. Looking at porn in public felt so crass, so I only ogled her nudes for a few minutes before beginning to send a message to Tiff. I couldn't find the words, however. What do you tell someone you had a one night stand with? 'Thanks for the sex'? We didn't really have anything to talk about either; her too busy with her sorority and school and me too busy not caring about either one. She really was right, we wouldn't be compatible.
Sabrina came in a few minutes later, looking around before spotting me. She was dressed in an orange off the shoulder, peasant-style dress, with buttons going down the front. The material was more form fitting than loose, clinging around her ass and her chest- looking sexy but also sensible. Sabrina had her hair held back in a loose bun, wearing two large earrings as well as large black sunglasses. Sabrina clearly put effort into how she looked, regardless if it was some house party or a lazy Saturday coffee date. Not that this was a date, not explicitly anyway.
She made her way to my table after spotting me, her sunglasses blocking her eyes but the small smile that formed on her face looking far from devious or cruel. I rose and hugged her, wrapping my arms around her tight body. I pressed my face against hers, enjoying the touch of cheek on cheek. I held our embrace maybe a bit longer than necessary, but she didn't seem to let up either. I nuzzled her face gently, sniffing and picking up the floral perfume from last night. Once again, my face smouldered with warmth, enjoying the scent. My hands went from lightly touching her back to gently holding her body, resting on the small over her back. I could feel the warmth from her body, with only a tissue-thin layer of fabric keeping me from her skin. Part of me wanted to start raining kisses down her neck and bare shoulders, and eventually her whole body. Judging by how she melted into me, she was almost daring me to.
Pulling myself away, I looked her up down down, even taking a moment to brazenly look at her small cleavage.
"You're looking...dressed." I quipped. It was Sabrina's turn to feel embarrassed, turning bright red and looking away.
"Shut up," she said with a smile before looking at me. "Did you order yet?" She asked.
Whatever plan I had had gone out the window the moment she walked in. Sabrina was a drug, intoxicating me the moment I laid eyes on her. Unlike Tiff where my thoughts were more carnal and rough, I felt a limerence on being the center of Sabrina's attention. I had felt it too with Kaya- initially- but over time it had simmered into something of a familiarity. I suppose it was lust with both, but the equal aggressiveness I felt from Sabrina made me crazy- she never seemed to back down from what I did and even challenged me to take it a step further. It made my body feel hot and tingly, and aroused me to no end. Her small smirk was less smug and more playful, both her plump little lips looking soft, inviting. I wanted to kiss her.
"Yeah I'll have you," I said. It was lame, stupid and blunt, but fuck me did it feel good to say.
Sabrina pursed her lips, holding back a smile. I'm not sure what she was thinking, but there was a genuine appreciation for flattery certainly. She pulled away from the hug, her sunglasses hiding her eyes as she pulled on my hand, uttering an almost inaudible "c'mon" to me quietly before coughing and clearing her throat.
We walked over towards the counter, looking at the menu. Whoever was on duty wasn't around, probably in the back. Sabrina took a look at the coffee shop's offerings, printed on a small block of wood with only 3 items listed. She lifted her sunglasses off and picked up the block, taking a bemused look at it.
"This isn't Starbucks is it?" she asked, squinting and looking at the choices. "Hot...cold...latte..." she said reading aloud. "Dennis that's all the menu says."
I shrugged my shoulders.
"I mean what else do you need?"
"I don't know, too fancy for me." she said rolling her eyes back. She didn't strike me as artistic or into the hipster culture as it were, but it was amusing. Finally, the barista arrived from the back after having spotted us. She was a cute girl, with wholesome being the key word I would use to describe her- not that I would go much further than that, she had a uniqueness to her, the sort of not conventionally attractive look that some might find ugly. She looked a bit like Lauren Lapkus, with a smaller chin. Her thick blonde hair pulled into a chunky french braid behind her while a neat fringe framed the top of her face. She wore glasses, small wire framed ones that were clearly beat up and manhandled a good amount. She wasn't a knockout, but the high I was feeling from Sabrina was making me feel awfully extroverted.
"Oh hey...you," I said with a smile, pointing my finger right at her.
"Lisa," she said glancing up before looking back down.
"Lisa yeah," I said nodding before looking over to Sabrina. "That's Lisa," I told her as if she was a long time friend. "I'll have an iced coffee, Lisa."
"Surprise me," Sabrina quickly added, placing her sunglasses back on. "Nothing cold, though."
"Well, I mean it's going to be like, one of two things," I said. "You're not in for much of a surprise." I added. Lisa the barista smiled at me, making me smile in return. She looked a bit dorky smiling but it felt good to make someone smile genuinely. All the while Sabrina looked at me curiously, holding it as we made our way back to the table.
"Someone's awfully friendly," she said lightly punching my arm.
