Fresh Grind
By Amelia Song
Copyright 2012 Amelia Song
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“I don’t know, Darlene. I just have really bad luck with guys. I can’t seem to find the right one to date,” Moira sighed heavily over a cup of coffee with her best friend. They sat at a table near the counter of their favorite coffee shop. This time of day, it was nearly empty, with the exception of a few students with their laptops. The same cute guy who’d been working the counter for the entire time they’d been going to the cafe was taking advantage of the lack of customers to clean the espresso machine.
“What was wrong with the last guy? What was his name, Dan?” Darlene asked.
“It was Dave. He was...well, it’s hard to explain but he was just too nice. He always wanted to know what I wanted to do, always deferred to me, always asked me over and over and over again what I liked,” Moira complained. She stared morosely into her cup of coffee.
“Wow, Moira, that sort of sounds like most women’s dream. You don’t want a nice guy? You want, what, a jerk?”
“It’s not like that. I don’t want a jerk! I just want a man who knows what he wants, and goes for it. A strong, confident man who isn’t afraid to take the reins,” she added, tucking a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear.
“Moira! Are you talking about...you know...being dominated?” Darlene asked, aghast.
Moira turned bright red. “So what if I am?” she mumbled. She glanced around briefly, then leaned in closer to continue. “I just, you know, really want the guy to be in control. Is that so bad?”
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Josh couldn’t believe what he was hearing. From his place behind the counter, the conversation from the nearest table was always easy to hear. On this particular occasion, it had had just taken a very interesting turn. Almost not believing what he was hearing, he turned from the espresso machine to see who had just admitted to wanting to be dominated.
Two women sat at the table. He had seen them in the shop many times before. The shocked one was slim and blonde, and thoroughly engrossed in her friend’s conversation. The one doing the very interesting talking was a curvy brunette, with the kind of tits he desperately wanted to get his hands on: round and plump, an overflowing handful.
“...really want the guy to be in control. Is that so bad?”
Josh’s cock was already stiff from staring at her breasts and imagining them in his hands, in his mouth. When he heard that come from her pretty, full lips, he was instantly and almost painfully erect.
Where the hell has she been all my life? Look at her, that mouth, those tits, and she wants a dominant man, he thought incredulously. This is the fucking jackpot.
Josh hurriedly turned back to the machine as the blonde abruptly stood up.
“Crap, Moira, I left my cell phone in the car. Wait right here, ok? I’ll be right back.”
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Moira stirred her coffee absently, still fully surprised at what she had just admitted to Darlene. Sure, Darlene was her best friend, but they’d never talked about their sex lives before. It just wasn’t a topic of conversation for them.
Suddenly, Moira got the distinct feeling she was being watched. Reflexively, she looked up and around to see who was staring at her.
It was the cute barista who she’d seen at least once a week for the past three years. She didn’t even know his name, but his face was very familiar to her. In fact, it had invaded her fantasies on more than one occasion. His light brown was just this side of too long, like he never really remembered when it was time for a haircut. He looked like he spent a lot of time outdoors. He was tanned, and his vivid blue eyes were bracketed by crow’s feet. He also had great dimples and laugh lines, she recalled.