Lizzy Mayer

B.A. pulls the chair out across from me, but before he can sit, our ice cream order is called. Watching him walk back to the counter, I study him. Fuck! He’s unbelievably good-looking, totally swoon-worthy, and his kiss was so velvety and smooth!

He takes my cup and his cone, then heads back to me. Unable to resist, he lifts his ice cream to his mouth, sticks his tongue out, and drags a nice long lick from bottom to top. Instantly, I tingle, knowing I want that tongue doing that to my pussy. I look down, trying not to give my thoughts and feelings away. I don’t want him getting the wrong idea about the kind of girl I am after what just happened to me. I was careless, but I’m not easy.

I shudder again thinking about what could have happened. Greg and Matt could have …. Stop! Don’t let those horrible thoughts get inside your head. Thank God, B.A. is the kind of man who is willing to take action and step up to defend someone when they need it.

I look up at him, and smile. He’s the kind of man women like me dream of. Suddenly, the truth of that thought clears the fog of desire from my mind. Men like him don’t notice women like me, much less hookup. He’s too awesome and I’m nothing special. I feel the air leave my chest. The all to familiar depression fills the pit of my stomach. He’s not flirting with me! He’s feeling sorry for me! For crying out loud, he apologized before he kissed me! His kiss was just to get rid of Greg and Matt without a fight. His attention is because he looks at me as a victim and he rescued me from the bad guys. I lower my head and cover my face. I moan softly, “I’m so fucking stupid!”

“You aren’t stupid. They are.” He says it so matter-of-factly, I look at him.

He thinks I’m talking about Greg and Matt, not myself. I smirk. He’s definitely a hero. I shake my head. “I’m the one who is stupid.”

“Hey, let that go. Push it out of your mind,” B.A. says. “Those dudes need their asses kicked. Later on, I might just go back up there and handle that myself.” Sliding my ice cream cup to me, he adds. “Eat your ice cream. You’ll feel better.”

He sticks his damn mouthwatering tongue out and licks his cone again and my pussy soaks itself. I can’t deny wanting him, even if he doesn’t want me. Just being with him makes me feel better. I pull the ice cream to me and begin to eat it.

We sit in silence while I take my time. Not wanting to be alone. Not wanting to say goodbye to B.A., I study my cup while I slowly spoon the sweet treat past my lips, lay it on my tongue, and savor the flavor. He’s right. The ice cream makes me feel better.

About halfway through, I realize every time I open my lips, his eyes are locked onto them. I chance a quick glance up and find them hooded with desire. Maybe he will give me a sympathy fuck. Gawd, I blush, I’ll take it however he’s offering it. I lick my lips, and he shifts in his seat, then when I lock eyes with him, he smirks, not hiding the look of desire, then bites his cone, teasing me. “Feeling better?”

“Yes,” I smile back. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” He answers before he shoves the remainder of the cone in his mouth.

I may not be anything special any other night of the week, but tonight I obviously am.

Tonight, I was a maiden in distress and my knight in shining armor came to my rescue. Nothing wrong with thanking him for his service. I smirk, again. Nothing wrong at all with that.

Brody Andrews

I sit back in my seat, stretch my legs out in front, and ease the pressure of my pants on my erection. Watching the sensual way Lizzy eats her ice cream has my cock throbbing with the need to be consumed like that. Her pouty lips are puckered perfection, and the way her mouth gently sucks the spoon before she rolls it across her tongue, then slides it out, and starts the seduction again, is driving my mind mad with thoughts of how wild her blow jobs must be. By the time she’s taken the last bite, I’ve formulated my plan on how I’m going to take her back to her room and pound her sweet little pussy into a mound of moaning muscle and make her mine.

“Lizzy?”

“Yes?” She looks up at me with those big beautiful eyes.

“Would you like to go back to the bar and dance the night away with me?”

She squints suspiciously, then she asks, “Why?”

I frown at her. ”Why?”

“Yes, why? Do you really want to dance?”

Christ Almighty! I can’t answer that truthfully. Hell no! I really want to take you to bed

and fuck your brains out, but I can’t say that. I decide to answer semi-truthfully and diplomatically. “Only if you do.” I wait for her answer, but she’s silent, so I gamble and explain further. “If you want to dance, I’ll take you back to the bar, and dance all night with you. Not because I particularly like to dance, and not because you need me to be safe, but because the way your beautiful body moves to the music promises a night spent in your bed will be a night spent without sleep, and I’m hoping one thing will lead to the other.” I grin at her, then wink.

She blushes a deep, perfect, shade of hotness. I stand up, take the ice cream cup from the table, and walk to the trash receptacle to dispose of it. When I turn back, she has followed me, and I nearly knock her down again. Reaching out, I grab her shoulders to stabilize her. We stare at each other for what feels like forever, then she whispers, “You had me at ‘Oomph.’” Her shy smile makes my heart thump as hard as my dick, then she steps into my arms, and offers her perfect pouty lips.