I left her house feeling a rush of joy. She'd said to wait for our next date. The only thing in my mind now was the excitement of that—imagining what it would be like, finally, after all this waiting. My cock was still half-hard just thinking about it, the promise of her body, her touch, her saying yes.
But there was also an uneasiness I couldn't ignore, no matter how hard I tried to push it away. That faint, strange smell in her room. The redness on her ass.
I walked slowly and made my way towards the cafe to meet Shawn, hands in my pockets, the joy and doubt fighting inside me the whole way.
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"Here you go, enjoy~" The waitress set the cappuccino down in front of me with a polite smile. She wore a simple white top tucked into a short black skirt, the usual black apron tied neatly around her waist. Her hair swayed gently as she turned away, moving to the next table to take another order.
I'd been sitting here for an hour and a half already, waiting for Shawn. I was starting to get restless, so I'd finally ordered this just to have something to do.
"Thanks for the drink," I said quietly. She gave me another quick smile before walking off, her skirt swishing with each step.
'Where the fuck is he?' I thought, frustration bubbling up.
'Making me wait here like this.' I took a slow sip of the cappuccino, letting the warm foam and rich coffee taste settle on my tongue. It was good but it didn't help the impatience consuming at me.
Shawn had never been late before. Whenever we hung out, he was always the one waiting for me, arms crossed, teasing me about my timing. I was always the late one, rushing in with some half-assed excuse. But today it was reversed, and the longer I sat here, the more it bugged me.
I wondered if he was doing it on purpose—some petty revenge for all the times I'd left him hanging. Or maybe he was just busy with Yumi, I still didn't know what had happened after that day, if he is still with her or what had happened between them.
I took another sip, leaning back in the chair. The cafe was quieter than usual with only a few customers scattered around and soft chatters. Sunlight streamed through the big windows, warming the wooden tables, but it didn't do much to ease the restless feeling in my chest.
I sighed and set the cup down, staring at the foam slowly disappearing on top. The wait was starting to feel heavier than it should.
Then my phone buzzed on the table. I picked it up, hoping it was Shawn finally showing up.
It was him.
Shawn: Sorry man, I won't be able to come right now.
Shawn: Let's meet another time.
I stared at the screen for a second, feeling the frustration bubble up fast.
Alex: I've been waiting for almost an hour and you're telling me this now?
Shawn: Sorry man I had to go somewhere. Drinks on me next time.
Alex: I'm sure you're just busy jerking off again.
Shawn: I'm not some degenerate, I mean I do jerk off but it's not like I do it the whole day.
Alex: Alright alright.
Shawn: let's talk later. Bye.
I let out a long sigh and shoved the phone back into my pocket. I'd just wasted almost an hour sitting here for nothing. The cappuccino had gone lukewarm by now, foam mostly gone, but I stayed and finished it anyway, sipping slowly while staring out the window at the quiet street.
I paid for the coffee, left a small tip, and stood up. Don't know where my mind was lost, so I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going.
Just as I turned toward the door, I collided hard with someone.
"Ow!" I stumbled back two steps, the impact jolting through my chest.
Something cold and wet soaked into my shirt instantly, spreading across the front in a dark, sticky patch. I looked down, my whole chest was drenched, the fabric clinging uncomfortably to my skin.
On the floor, a packaged coffee had spilled, the dark liquid pooling around the cup. The sight gave me instant déjà vu—the coffee spreading out just like that day I'd bumped into Mike and ruined his drink.
'Fuck... why does this shit always happen to me?' I cursed silently, feeling the same helpless frustration rise up again.
When I looked up, my heart dropped even lower.
It wasn't just the spilled coffee that felt familiar. Even the person standing in front of me resembled Mike almost perfectly.
She was tall, maybe an inch taller than me with the same tanned skin that glowed under the café lights. Her blonde hair had warm orange highlights, and short bob haircut. She had the same sharp jawline, the same confident, intimidating posture like she owned the space around her. Even the way she stood felt like looking at a female version of him.
She looked down at the spilled coffee pooling at her feet, then back up at me. Her eyes narrowed, and she folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them up slightly in the fitted strapless top she wore.
She had some massive tits that were only half hidden by her strapless grey top. The fabric was tight and stretchy, struggling to contain them, the top edge dipping low enough that I could see the thin line of purple lace from her bra peeking out above it. Every time she shifted her weight, her breasts jiggled slightly, the soft curves pressing against the material like they were about to spill over completely.
"Hey! You spilled my coffee, dumbass," she snapped, voice sharp and annoyed.
"Who's gonna pay for that?" Her tone was commanding, almost threatening, just like Mike's. She stared me down without flinching, waiting for an answer.
To be continued…
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