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  Oh fuck, this is really happening.

  I stick my tongue out and slowly lick a circle just like she's instructed. She starts groaning and I press my tongue in a little bit harder. I can tell she likes it because she's squeezing her fingers in my hair and holding my head in place. She's so wet, her juices are soaking my mouth and chin. I glance up and watch her face as I drag my tongue down her slit.

  "Oh, ohhhhh," she purrs as I wiggle my tongue around, lapping at sensitive lips. "Oh Jacob, oh yeah, ohhh..." she whimpers mindlessly. "Lick my pussy just like that, oh yeah that's so so good!"

  I squeeze her hips as I eagerly rub my lips into her, tasting her sweetness.

  She grinds against my face. "Use your fingers, fuck my tight little hole with your fingers while you eat my pussy."

  I slide a finger in then another, probing her while I suck on her clit. I pump my fingers in and out of her as I eagerly lick her.

  She starts to pull my hair as she groans the most incredible, erotic sound I've ever heard in my whole entire life. Her body shudders and she gasps, "I'm cumming, oh fuck, oh fuck." Her knees buckle and I grab her hips tighter.

  She pushes my head away and I stare up at her, watching her chest rise and fall as she catches her breath.

  A wide smile stretches across her mouth, "That was incredible. You have a real talent for licking girls." She rakes her fingers through my hair then tilts my chin up, "Now I'm going to return the favor," she whispers against my mouth, just before planting her lips against mine. She thrusts her tongue between my lips and we kiss, our tongues entwine and I wonder if she likes tasting herself.

  Mia pulls her head back, her green eyes flicker with passion. I've never seen eyes that precise color, like sea glass. "Now I'm going to get my hands on that big fat cock of yours, Jacob." I like how she says my name, hell I like everything about her.

  Settling down on the floor in front of me, she grabs my boxers and tugs them out of the way. "I'm going to put my hands and my mouth all over you, lick you and suck you 'til you cum. Do you want to cum for me?" she asks as she wraps her delicate little fingers around my shaft. She's stroking me with both hands as she wraps her mouth around the head. She twirls her tongue around then pulls away, pulling a strand of precum from my cock to her lips. She licks her lips then leans forward again, this time taking more of me into her mouth.

  My hands fist in her hair, bunching up her silky strands as she devours me inch by delicious inch. "Yes. Oh, please, yes!"

  She makes this moaning sound but it's muffled and I can feel it around my dick. I lose track of where we are, I don't care if someone comes in and catches us, I don't care about anything but the feel of her tongue as it writhes around my cock.

  I look down at her, watching as I disappear between her lips. She looks up at me, our eyes lock and I know she is enjoying this power she has over me, this control. She slows the pace then pulls off, never breaking eye contact as she then flicks her tongue provocatively around the head.

  "You taste good," she says huskily. God, her voice alone could bring a man to orgasm, but the sight of her wet lips parting to take me in once more nearly does me in. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess not to spill all over her lips.

  "I want you to fuck my mouth and I don't want you to stop until you cum."

  Oh. My. God. She wants me to cum in her mouth? I try to think of everything else but the fact that I'm getting my first blow job ever. At work. In public. With the hottest girl I've ever seen.

  She clamps her lips around me and starts working her head up and down, bobbing on my shaft. Her red hair spills across my lap, it's still a bit damp from the rain.

  "Until you cum," rolls around in my head and I can't stop the thought or the action. My body tenses and she starts to deep throat me. I'm so close! I'm so close and I don't even realize I'm talking, that I'm telling her I'm about to cum.

  "I'm going to cum, fuck fuck fuck I'm going to cum, oh god, Mia..." I explode into her mouth and she's making this little sound of bliss like it's just what she wanted.

  She rocks back on her heels as she wipes a few droplets away from her mouth. "Really you taste so good," she says as she licks her fingers.

  How can someone look so innocent and wicked at the same time?

  Just then we both look to the door as we hear Pete yell out, "Ahem! Just coming back to get my cell-phone!" He's speaking in an overly loud voice and I'm sure he's seen something. Fuck.

  Mia gets to her feet and settles her skirt back into place. She grins to Pete, "Hiya, I'm Jacob's friend, Mia," she says casually as if she hasn't just met me or had my cock between her lips ten seconds ago.

  I zip my pants as I scramble out of the chair.

  Pete hesitantly makes his way over to the counter, "Pete," he introduces himself. "I work here." He's embarrassed. I'm embarrassed.

  Mia continues to grin as if it's some big joke. "So, I guess I'll be seeing you, Jacob." She scribbles her number down and I give her mine. After she exits the store, Pete stares at me, "Did what I think just happen... actually happen?"

  I smirk.

  *

  I walk around in a daze the rest of my shift, and as I'm closing up for the night she texts me.

  Mia: We didn't get to finish.

  I stare at my phone for a minute or two trying to figure out what to say. Was it an invitation? I quickly text back.

  Me: We can anytime you want.

  She responds instantly. My heart skips a beat as a mixture of excitement and nervousness surge through me.

  Mia: Now?

  Now? This girl is insatiable and that is perfectly fine with me. I want her, more than anything or anyone, I just want her.

  My phone beeps again with her incoming text.

  Mia: I'm at the pub across the street. Find me?

  I can't believe this is happening! I cross the rain-slick streets and step into Gully's Bar. It doesn't take me long to spot her at the bar, and, as I make my way over to her, she turns to notice I'm there. She smiles as I take a seat beside her.

  I wonder how long she's been there and if she was deliberately waiting for me to get off of work. "So, I got the job," she says just before taking a sip of her drink. It takes a moment for me to realize what she's talking about.

  "Oh, at Jone's, right?" I ask.

  "Mmhmm. Guess this means I can stop by your little comic book store quite often."

  My heart starts pounding at the thought of her dropping by again. "Yeah, you buy ten, get the eleventh free," I smirk, trying to be just as casual as she was.

  She laughs, "Oh Jacob, what am I going to do with you?" She leans over to kiss my cheek and whispers against my ear, "I know what I want to do with you." She squeezes my thigh then grazes her hand across my crotch. "So. We can have a drink before or after I take you into the bathroom to fuck," she whispers softly as she sucks on my earlobe.

  Her sultry whisper sends hot chills down my spine. "You have a naughty little mouth," I whisper in return.

  "Mmm, and you seemed to like it a couple of hours ago all wrapped around your cock."

  I love how she teases, how she knows that she is arousing me. My cock swells. Like I'd choose 'sex on the beach' over sex in the bathroom. "After. Definitely after," I whisper, knowing that I couldn't bear to sit there and have drinks while I could be sliding into her.

  Oh damn, was this really happening?

  We stand and head towards the back. A few people are scattered about the dimly lit bar though no one in particular even notices us as she pushes open the girl's bathroom and we both go in.

  She locks the door then pushes me up against it. "I've been thinking about you all day," she says in between little licks against my neck. Her hand is on my crotch and she's rubbing my dick through my pants. I'm so hard for her.

  "Jacob?"

  "Yeah?" I half-moan the answer.

  "I want you to fuck me." She unzips my pants and thrusts them down along with my boxers. She wraps her fingers around my cock and starts stro
king me, "But first I'm going to suck you off again so that you'll last a long time." A devilish grin pulls at the corners of her mouth. "You like how I suck your cock?" she asks as she kneels down in front of me. My erection is throbbing in front of her, fat and swollen. She gives me that half-lidded sultry look as she flicks her tongue out, licking away the few droplets of fluid on the tip of my prick.

  I tense with anticipation, waiting to feel her lips wrapped around me. She teases me instead. She flicks her tongue on either side of my cock, working her way lower until that talented little tongue is rolling around my balls.

  She's watching me the whole time as she tantalizingly licks and kisses me everywhere else but my cock and I can tell she is enjoying the torture.

  Finally, she takes me into her mouth and I start to rock my hips, thrusting forward as I cup my hand beneath her chin.

  I lean my head back against the door and close my eyes, wanting to hold out as long as possible because I'm so goddamned close to losing all control—even though I know that is exactly what she wants.

  It's as if she can read my mind, knowing that I'm prolonging and so she takes me deeper into her mouth while moaning louder. I can feel her hand along my thigh, fingernails grazing my skin. With each thrust, I feel her mouth tightening as she sucks. I feel the back of her throat, oh fuck...I can't stop myself from orgasm. I fill her mouth with my cum and she pulls back with a satisfied smirk after she swallows.

  She gets to her feet and starts kissing me. I can hear her unlock the door and I break the kiss to look at her questionably.

  "You like the danger," she says as she runs her hands up under my shirt.

  She's right, of course. She leads me over to the counter and stands in front of me. I watch as she unbuttons her shirt. She pulls it open and I reach around her, rub my hands across her chest, feeling the satiny fabric of her bra. I can feel her nipples harden and I give them a little squeeze. I slide my fingers beneath the fabric, toying with her sensitive little nubs and she moans. I want to see more of her, I want to see her luscious tits. I unhinge her bra, glad it was one of those hook in the front kinds. The satin peels to the sides and reveals her perfect tits.

  Her head tilts to the side and I kiss her neck. She's watching me in the mirror as I nibble her earlobes then graze my teeth on the side of her throat. God, she's beautiful.

  She rubs her ass against my crotch provocatively and my cock responds.

  I can hear music from beyond the door and I know that at any moment anyone can walk in but I don't care, all I care about is sliding into her wetness.

  She braces herself as she leans forward, her legs are parted as I pull up her skirt. I pull her panties down mid thigh and just look at her round ass, admiring it. I grab her ass cheeks and pull them apart as I kneel down. I swipe my tongue into her pink wet folds, tasting her, then pull up, thrusting my tongue around the rim of her puckered hole.

  "Oh Jacob! Oh god," she mutters her legs tremble as if the pleasure was too intense. I assault her with my tongue, wanting to hear those soft little moans of hers.

  I try to time it perfectly, listening to the sound of her sweet moans, knowing that she is close to cumming and just when I think she is, I pull my head away and stand. I thrust my cock into her.

  She groans and I can feel her orgasm around me, her tight little muscles are clenching me as I thrust as deep as I can into her.

  I watch her in the mirror, the look of bliss across her face nearly does me in. I hold her in this position for a moment, our eyes locked together.

  I ease out of her, marveling at how tight and wet and warm she is. I slide back into her and start a steady pace of fucking her. My hands are tight on her hips and I alternate looking at her in the mirror and looking down, watching as my cock impales her. It's glistening wet, soaked from her juices.

  "Oh, oh that feels so good. Fuck me harder," she pleads and I oblige, slamming my cock into her as fast and deep as I can. I look into the mirror and watch as her tits bounce from so much furious thrusting.

  Her moans are echoing throughout the room and she's so loud I swear that people out in the bar can hear us.

  I push her shirt up and bare her back, run my hand along her silky-smooth skin. I lean over and lick the curve of her spine before I slide a hand around her hip and plunge my fingers into her wetness. I find her swollen clit and rub it while I thrust into her.

  "Oh my god," she moans, "I'm going to cum! Cum with me! Cum in my pussy," she pleads in the sexiest voice I've ever heard.

  Without any hesitation, I thrust into her as deep as I can and unload. I can feel her quivering around my shaft, milking my cock for all that it's worth.

  I slump forward, breathing heavily as I lay my sweaty forehead against her shoulder. My head feels dizzy and all I can't even think straight, my mind is as frozen as my body.

  I finally find the will to pull out of her. Her thighs are slick, covered with a mixture of us. She grins into the mirror as she reaches for some paper towels to clean up.

  "So... your first time, was it everything you wanted?" she winks.

  Ella's Crush

  Ella watched as 'Mr Perfect' rose from his seat and exited the train. Her dark eyes followed him through the fogged-up glass as he stepped out onto the uneven surface of the small platform and disappeared into the morning crowd. She pressed her forehead against the window and sighed with desire, her breath creating condensation on the glass. She crossed her legs, wishing away the thrumming ache of desire that pulsated in her panties every time she saw him.

  For the last four months she'd taken the train into the city after landing her very first job at the East Bay Tribunal, a prestigious newspaper that her uncle owned. Every morning it was the same—he would sit across from her and for the next twenty-three minutes she would invent wild fantasies about their life together while he read the morning paper. He would then get up, fold his newspaper and leave the train one stop before hers. She would spend the rest of the day half-lost in dreamy thoughts about him.

  His name was Christopher; she had overheard him say it on the phone once before. His voice was deep, velvety smooth, and of course he had a British accent to die for. He was impossibly tall, at least six three and well built. His eyes were a gorgeous dark blue and his auburn hair had a slight curl to it, looking as if he'd just rolled out of bed. She could spend hours imagining running her fingers through his mussed up hair while sitting in his lap, kissing him—riding him. She made a whimpering sound as she rubbed her thighs together, thinking about how divine it would be to have him buried deep inside of her.

  "You're doing it again!"

  She slanted her dark gaze to Cauly, her cousin, who rode the train with her every morning. Cauly was devastatingly handsome and openly gay—much to the disappointment of all her single friends. "Doing what?" she asked innocently, her face flushed with embarrassment.

  He gave her a 'you-know-what-you-were-doing' look. "Pining after Mister Fancy Pants," he said with a knowing smirk.

  "Sht up!" Ella nudged him with her elbow. "I don't even know what you're talking about."

  "Uh-huh. You think I don't see the way you look at him every morning? Your eyes light up when he boards, you know. I bet you wish he would board you," Cauly winked at her suggestively. "So, why don't you ever speak to him?"

  "Why don't you mind your own business, hmm?" she grumbled, annoyed that her cousin had guessed her secret.

  "You, my lovely girl, are my business. Dear old Dad has made it so."

  "Jeeze, I'm twenty-two. When are you two going to learn that I can take care of myself?"

  "I know that, and you know that, but I'm certainly not telling him that," he said, referring to his father as he faked a shiver of fear.

  Her uncle—Cauly's dad—was a bit old fashioned when it came to family, not that she minded all that much. Usually, she found it charming how much he seemed to care, and it was especially nice since her own father had been absent since she was a child. In many ways, he had filled the
role of her dad. It was what had drawn her to journalism in the first place—wanting to be like her uncle. She was more than thrilled when he offered her a job at his paper, even if it was just as a research assistant.

  Cauly interrupted her reverie, "Anyhow, you should just like, you know, try talking to Mister Fancy Pants. Ask him on a date, or to coffee. Or, a roll in the hay. You know, the usual stuff."

  She scoffed. "You're crazy. I am not speaking to him! He doesn't even know I exist."

  "I bet he'd say yes," Cauly continued. "I've seen the way he's looked at you when you were too busy pretending not to look at him!"

  "No way," her eyes widened.

  "Yes, way. Mister Fancy Pants ogles you, too."

  "Stop calling him that! His name is Christopher."

  "Ah ha! Admit it. You're totally smitten with Christopher." Cauly grinned cheerfully then started to tease her in a sing songy-voice as they stood to exit the train, "You think he's sexyyyy, you want his bodyyyyy."

  *

  It was true. She did want Christopher's body! Desperately! She had spent all morning unable to concentrate—her thoughts were all over the place as she lusted after her mysterious man. In her favorite fantasy, she was alone with him on the train at night. He would look at her with those smoldering, beautiful blue eyes from across the aisle and smile. She would be a brazen little slut and part her legs and show off her black, lacy thong. He'd watch her finger herself while rubbing his hand over his crotch. Then, he'd come over, kneel in front of her, and peel her lacy thong down her creamy white thighs.

  Squirming at her desk with a soft little sigh, she continued to let the fantasy play out in her mind. Christopher kissed her thighs as his fingers roamed higher, pushing her legs further apart. She imagined his lips to be soft and pliant as they brushed across her pussy. His tongue would part her folds and lap at her honey-sweet flesh until she came. He would kiss up her stomach until his mouth was on hers. He'd fondle her breast as he'd push her back onto the bench. He would hover over her, stroke in and out of her.