Espresso--Third Installment
Here's the third section of my romance. It's got a lot more dialogue, and it's longer, and there's some boy on boy action. Um. I don't think there's a whole lot else to introduce you to. Comments are good, blah blah blah. Let me know if it sucks I guess, but I really hope it doesn't. I'm pretty sure it's good. Not to brag or whatever. Yeah. Go.
I awoke to Kieran's crotch in my face--clothed. "Wakey wakey, kitty cat." He got up from his straddling position on me and bounced on the balls of his feet next to me. "You're gonna be late for work."
"What? Oh shit!" I jumped up from the couch, pulled on my shoes, and started searching wildly for my keys. A jingling noise hit my ears, and my eyes darted to the source. Kieran was shaking a set of keys. His keys. "Kieran, I'm looking for my keys."
"No, buddy," he laughed. "I'm offering you a ride to work."
I looked at him skeptically. "Don't you have anything better to do?" He shook his head. "What's the catch, then?"
"No catch, bud. I'm just gonna give you a ride. To work."
"Fine," I sighed. "Let's go."
He led the way to his car and we rode in silence for a while. He looked over at me a couple times, but he always returned his gaze to the road. I finally spoke up. "What?"
He looked at me again, surprised. "What what?"
"What's up with you looking over at me?"
"Oh, uh. You know, I'm just makin sure you're alright and all." He hazarded a quick smile and looked back at the road.
"Alright? I'm fine." I pulled the car door lock up and down idly.
Kieran stayed quiet for a moment, then finally responded: "Mm."
I turned to him. "What do you mean, 'mm.'? You don't believe me?"
"No dude, that's not true. If you're fine, you're fine."
"Well, you obviously think I'm not. You think I'm all hurt and guilty and ashamed like some kind of rape victim or something." I was shouting now, and Kieran remained quiet for a moment.
"Are you?"
"No! She didn't rape me, okay? End of story!"
Kieran huffed a little and let his attention drift off. He looked kind of hurt, sure, but who did he think he was, trying to get in my head? I was fine. Fine. Fiiiiiinnn--oh fuck, not fine. I was going to work with the girl I accidentally(?) had sex with yesterday, being driven to work by my straight roommate who had recently become very confusing, and to top the whole matter off, the wolf, the guy I told myself I was interested in, was only in the back of my head.
"Kieran," I said quietly, "thanks."
He might have nodded a little in appreciation, but I wasn't really looking. I shuffled my feet on the floor mat and waited for the ride to be over. After another minute or so, Kieran pulled up to Steam, the coffee shop I worked at. As I was getting out, Kieran rolled down the window and called to me.
"Hey Chess. I'll pick you up after work?" I nodded a little and raised a paw to wave without turning around. "Call me!" he shouted before driving off.
As I walked through the doors, the familiar atmosphere of Steam greeted me. Perpetually low lighting, a gentle aroma of coffee and steamed milk, low jazz music playing over the speakers, and plush armchairs and sofas with people spattered throughout. My body relaxed despite itself--I knew there was a reason I worked here.
"Chess, you're a little late." I turned and looked toward the counter. A tawny red fox stood next to the register, arms folded, tail twitching in mild irritation. My boss.
"Sorry, Alex. Issues with my roommate. Won't happen again." I shot him a sheepish smile.
He frowned, but his tail relaxed. "Don't make a habit of it, okay? Get couples counseling if it's really a big deal." He smirked and tossed me a rag. "Would you get those tables?" he asked, pointing to a couple messy tables in the corner.
I caught the rag and wiped the crumbs from the tabletops, taking care to catch them rather than let them fall to the ground. Couples counseling. Ha. Just what I needed to hear_. _ I threw the crumbs into the waste bin along with any notions of counseling, be it for me, Sarah, or Kieran. Screw that.
"Chess," said a small voice behind me.
"Sarah," I replied, heading back to the counter without turning around.
"Chess."
I stopped. Alex was eyeing us with no small amount of suspicion. I turned to Sarah and said quietly, "we'll talk later." She nodded and proceeded to straighten up the lounge. I went back behind the counter and Alex pulled me aside.
"Chess, if something's going on with you and Sarah, it had better not cause issues in the workplace. You know my policy."
"Alex, its," I started, but I corrected myself when I saw his frown. "Yessir."
"Good. Your class is at 2, right? I should be back at about 1:30. Keep things under control and decent until then, alright?"
"Of course."
He left, leaving me in charge for the next few hours. Just as well, since the lunch hour was never awfully busy anyway. A handful of customers came in over the next hour, but things were otherwise uneventful. During a gap in business, Sarah sidled over to me. "Chess, I wanted to talk. About yesterday."
I nodded curtly but remained silent, keeping my eyes on the door instead of turning to face Sarah. I heard her shuffle around uncomfortably.
"I, I didn't mean for that to happen. Yesterday." After waiting for me to say something, which I didn't, she spoke again. "I didn't want things to be weird between us, but..." she broke off and stayed quiet. Finally I turned around and looked at her. Her eyes were glassy with welling tears and her face was red. As much as she needed to say whatever she had to say, she was still shy about doing so at the front of the store.
"Well, unless I'm wrong, things are weird now."
"I know," she said, wiping her eyes. "I fucked up. What I really mean is, can we still be friends?"
"I don't think that's out of the question." Seeing her smile, I felt it necessary to add, "so long as 'friends' is the extent to which it goes."
She scoffed and punched my shoulder playfully. "I know that, dumbass." We were both quiet for a bit, until Sarah leaned in and whispered, "But it felt good, didn't it?"
"Very," I sighed. "But Sarah, it's like when you're kids experimenting. That's it, alright? Don't push it."
"Sure, sure. Okay." Even though I doubted the lasting truth of that statement, I breathed a sigh of relief. Even an attempted peace was better than none. Right?
The rest of my shift passed by easily enough. As I was clocking out, Sarah nudged me. "So, did you call that guy?"
I gasped aloud. "Oh my god, no! What's wrong with me?" I frantically rifled through my pockets until I found the small slip of paper, now quite crumpled. Fortunately, the number was still legible, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll try calling him on my way to class."
"Atta boy. Get 'im," Sarah said, clapping me on the shoulder. I nodded and hurried out of the store, turning down the street toward campus. I happened to look back over my shoulder, and I could see Sarah at the counter, slumped over as Alex walked back in to work. She wasn't as cheerful as she had acted, but hopefully she'd be over it. Over me, that is.
I grabbed my phone and dialed the number from the piece of paper. My heart thrummed in my chest as I hit the send button and I put it up to my ear to listen, half-hoping that no one would answer and I could just hang up--a wrong number.
Three rings, four, five. Voicemail would pick up soon and I could slip out. "Hello?" a voice said in my ear, and I jumped in surprise.
"He-hello?"
"Yes? Who's this?" The voice sounded confused, but not quite annoyed. He had a nice voice--deep and just a little gruff, a hint of dominance.
"Hi, uh. It's Chess. Erik, right?"
"Yeah, that's me. Chess?"
"Yeah. From Steam? The coffee shop?"
"Mhm. Yes?"
"Oh jeez, I'm sorry. Sarah probably pulled a prank on me or something. I thought you were--oh man, I'm sorry for bothering you." Even to me, my nervousness was obvious."
Erik laughed. "No, it's alright. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just trying to remember your face. I'm sorry about Sunday, though."
"You--you are?"
"Yeah, I was just in a bad mood because of a paper I had to work on. Not your fault. You were cute, so I wanted to come back the next day and apologize."
"Oh. Well, sorry I wasn't there I guess. Hey, I'm getting close to where my class is, so can I call you back later?"
"Oh, you've got class now?"
"It's my econ class. We're watching some film today."
"What building?"
"Huh? Jameson, why?"
"Thought maybe I'd come and sit in."
"Oh! Well, that'd be cool, actually. It's in the auditorium. I usually sit in the back."
"Sure. I'm already on campus, so I'll see ya there probably." He hung up and I looked at the screen for a moment in disbelief. Total turnaround from what I could have expected. Well, my curiosity was at least finally satisfied--a bad mood was a good enough reason to shrug off conversation.
Once I was in the Jameson auditorium, I took a seat in the back, where fewer people sat. Every time I heard the doors open, I scanned the people entering to try and spot the wolf that would be joining me. As the auditorium began to fill up, I worried that he wasn't going to show up in time, or that he'd head to the wrong place. I strained forward in my seat, checking both sets of doors for the wolf I remembered from two nights ago.
"Looking for someone?" a voice to my right asked me.
"Oh, I, uh," I mumbled, turning my head to see who had asked. With a start I realized that Erik was the one who had spoken, and he was seated comfortably next to me.
"Aren't cats supposed to be more perceptive than that?" he asked, grinning.
"Well, I. I just was paying attention further away," I said, trailing off.
"I'm sure. So what's this film supposed to be about?"
"Oh, some kind of documentary-experiment thing. I wasn't really paying attention. But I think stuff from it might be on the test, hence why I'm here."
"Huh. Sounds brilliant." He looked around the auditorium, noting how sparsely students were seated at the back of the auditorium. "Not too full of a class, eh?"
"Yeah, a bunch of people dropped early on. I needed it for a gen requirement, and I figured I could do alright in it, boring as it usually is."
He nodded and looked like he was about to say something, but from the front of the auditorium the professor spoke. He was a fairly old rabbit; he was slack with age and tended to look tired most of the time. His voice rattled its way through the auditorium. "Students, as you are aware, we will be watching a film today of the nuances of modern marketing and advertisement. We will be looking at how both of these things affect the economy in various ways, such as the..." As usual, I couldn't hold my attention to his speech for longer than a minute or so. It was like a mass of cotton over me now, softly and lightly smothering me with its muffled noise.
I realized that I had been somehow dozing with my eyes open when the professor ended his announcement with a short fit of coughing. Erik was chuckling at my slack-jawed stare, so I straightened up in my seat appropriately as the lights dimmed for the film. My strategy for the film was not quite to watch it intently, but rather to blankly stare at the screen most of the time in hopes that the information would just work its way in on its own. I knew it was a lame strategy, but it didn't really bother me.
After what felt like twenty minutes--but was in reality probably only five--I leaned over to Erik. "This has got to be boring for you," I whispered. "I'm sorry for dragging you here."
He leaned against me, replying in a soft voice, "it's not so bad when you've got a pretty kitty next to you."
I blushed, and I was glad that the darkness of the auditorium hid it from view. I hadn't expected the compliment, but that's not to say that it wasn't welcome to some degree. I chuckled a little and let him lean on me, pretty content with things for the moment. It had been a while since my last boyfriend, and cuddling was something I missed often. That said, Erik was quickly racking up points in boyfriend potential.
More minutes slipped by with the film playing, indifferent to whether or not I paid attention. I drifted off a couple times, always waking to some abrupt change in scene. However, the next time I dozed off, I was not awoken by the film. Instead, it was Erik's paw on my thigh that woke me. I turned to question him and he grinned back at me. He put a finger to his lips as his paw started to creep up my thigh. Who would've guessed that the film would have an action scene?
Well, not me, as was evident from my slight gasp once Erik's paw reached my crotch. He cupped me and gave me a gentle squeeze. I was instantly hard, and he knew it. He rubbed his paw over my straining erection, which elicited a lewd groan from me. My ears twitched upon hearing the noise, and I remembered where I was. If I was going to get some action à la movie theater, I was going to have to keep quiet. Of course, some light purring wouldn't hurt.
As Erik's paw worked over my bulge, I couldn't help but jut my hips upward. He took that as a sign that he should go further, and he proceeded to unzip my pants. I tried my best to split my attention between keeping an eye out for people catching us and what Erik was doing, but anyone could guess which one gained it. And the people that guessed keeping an eye out were wrong.
The wolf slipped his fingers through the fly of my underwear teasingly slow, and I was wholly absorbed in anticipating his next move. Deftly, he slipped my cock out and stroked it firmly. I shuddered and felt my member squeeze out a small drop of pre. Either he knew how to work a dick like a pro or it had been way too long since I'd been with a guy. In any case, he had me squirming in my seat with only slow strokes and gentle squeezes. He slipped his fingers through my fly to tickle my furry nuts, which in turn caused me to writhe in squeamish pleasure.
"Now be a good kitty and keep quiet," he said in a low growl. He pulled his paw back out of my pants and craned his head down to my lap. He took a moment to inhale my light musk and breathed hotly on the head of my dick to tease me. Since I couldn't see what he was doing from the angle I was at, it caught me by surprise when his hot, wet tongue flicked across the tip of my cock. The sensation was enough that I actually shot a small spurt of precum on the wolf's muzzle. He licked off the sticky fluid and smacked his lips lewdly before continuing to bathe my throbbing erection with his tongue.
I don't know how I'd ever managed life without that tongue--he swirled it around and took long hard licks that made me shiver. I briefly wondered if lollipops he ate felt this kind of awesome pleasure. I say briefly because no sooner than the thought had occurred to me, Erik's muzzle enveloped my length. I had to bite my lip to keep a loud moan from escaping, but Erik gave me no respite, already starting a slow and steady pace of sucking.
He took my whole dick with ease, which was mildly surprising, since I was fairly well-endowed. I reached out and started playing with his ears as a sort of reward for good work, and he seemed to enjoy it. The moan that ran through the length of my dick told me that. I considered myself lucky for finding a boy who got turned on by having his ears played with. I tweaked one playfully, and the response I got was a hearty deep-throat followed by a moan.
Erik changed tactics--rather than slow, deep motions, the wolf now assaulted my cock with lusty determination. He focused bobbing his head on the upper portion of my hardon while jerking the rest of the shaft eagerly. The effect was instant; I squirted another healthy portion of precum onto his waiting tongue, and he sucked it down like he was starving. I thrust up into his muzzle as the pleasure began to build in my loins. He pushed me back down forcefully and lapped at the underside of my cockhead, one of my sensitive spots. He could tell I was getting close.
He gripped my shaft firmly and stroked it slowly up and down while swirling and flicking his tongue at all the right spots. Feeling more daring, I snaked my paw down his side and went straight for his crotch. I can't be sure if the thing I noticed first was the sheer incredible hardness of his dick or its great size. There was a slim chance that there was really just and eight inch steel rod in his pants, but I was fairly certain that no, it was his dick. I wrapped my paw around it and shivered, to which I'm pretty sure the wolf managed a chuckle. I admit, the prospect of playing with that undoubtedly beautiful cock was the last straw, drop, or other choice metaphorical last thing that sent me over the edge and into the great, great land of orgasm.
I had to bite my lip again to keep quiet, but there was little I could do to hold back my purring, which thundered through my body at this point. It felt not unlike my penis had simply exploded from pleasure, coating the inside of the wolf's muzzle with hot, sticky cat spunk. Load after load of it. He swallowed down as much of it as he could while I sat there, jerking with each new wave of over-sensitive pleasure. As the orgasm finally died down, I realized I was gripping Erik's length with perhaps a little too much strength. I let go quickly and muttered an apology. When I realized how much I missed it, though, I ran my fingers back along the wolf's bulge affectionately. His erection was pressing so hard against his pants that it felt as though it was going to burst through any moment.
Erik prodded my chin up with a finger to get my attention back to his grinning face. "Well that was fun," he whispered, a playful growl lying under his breath.
I could only nod in agreement, being a little at loss for words at the moment. Or breath. Either would have been nice, but breath would have to come first. I sighed a great heavy sigh weighted with pure contentment. As the last flecks of afterglow faded away, I noticed that credits were playing on the screen, signaling not only the end of the film but also the end of any more fun that would be had during said film.
Erik nipped my ear and whispered, "I'll call you later," before getting up and discreetly exiting the auditorium. Touché, film, touché. Apparently the punishment for getting movie action was preventing me from returning the favor. Well, shit.