by Iona Rose
“Well that was interesting,” Matt comments.
“I can’t believe I booked a parent and child cooking class!” I laugh.
“It sure puts a new slant on the idea of you calling me Daddy,” Matt grins.
I elbow him playfully in the ribs. “Eww,” I say, wrinkling my nose.
“Hey, I’m not the one booking parent and child classes and calling it a date,” he reminds me.
I groan. “This has been an utter disaster hasn’t it?” I say. “The rain, the fucked up booking.”
“It’s a story to tell our kids one day. I’ll use it as an example to show them that this is why we don’t let Mommy make the plans.”
His tone is light and teasing, but I can’t help but focus on him talking about our future. Our kids. “You want kids?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even.
“Sure. Don’t you?” he asks.
“Well yeah I guess. One day.”
“I’m sorry,” Matt says. “I’ve come on way too strong haven’t I? I was just kidding Callie. It’s not like I was planning on proposing to you tomorrow or anything.”
I feel a tingling in my stomach at the thought of it. It’s ridiculous. Of course, he isn’t going to propose and even if he did, it’s not like I would say yes. We barely know each other. But still, it was nice to hear him planning our future together. I smile at him, not wanting it to be awkward between us, and not wanting him to think for a second he’s scared me off. “I was just thinking that if you tell our kids about this date, I swear I’ll string you up,” I say with a laugh.
“And what are you going to use to bribe me into staying silent?” he asks.
I happen to glance up as we walk and I spot the movie theatre and an idea comes into my head. Maybe we can still turn this date around. “Popcorn,” I blurt out, pulling him to a stop and nodding towards the theatre.
“Works for me,” he says.
We step into the theatre and I excuse myself to go to the bathroom to try to make myself look vaguely human again. I quickly pull a comb through my hair and squeeze the excess water from it. My makeup is beyond repair, so rather than trying to reapply it, I just wipe away the black mascara streaks that sit beneath my eyes. It’s not great; certainly not a look I would choose for a date. But it’ll have to do.
I go back to the lobby to find Matt looking at the listings.
If he notices I look a complete mess, he’s enough of a gentleman to not point it out to me. “If we want to go in now, we have two choices,” he says, pointing to the board.
I take a look. A romantic comedy that I don’t think Matt will much enjoy and I know I won’t. The other option looks good though. It’s a scary movie about a haunted house. “How about that one?” I say, pointing to the scary movie.
“Are you just saying that because you think I’ll hate the other one?” Matt questions.
“Honestly Matt, I’m saying it because I think I’ll hate the other one,” I declare.
“You have no idea how relieved that makes me.” He smiles and sets off towards the ticket counter.
I run a couple of steps to get in front of him. “My turn, remember.”
“You bought the Prosecco,” he points out.
“Yup. And now I’m buying the movie tickets.”
He looks like he’s about to argue.
I raise my eyebrow at him.
He closes his mouth and makes a motion like he’s drawing a zipper over his lips.
“That’s better.” I buy two tickets to the movie, a large popcorn and a coke to share. We time it perfectly, stepping into the theatre as the trailers end and the movie begins. We take our seats.
We nibble on popcorn as we watch the movie. Although we can’t really chat here, it’s nice to feel Matt’s arm against mine, his leg against mine. I consider exaggerating my fear at the jumpy parts of the movie so that he’ll hold me, but I decide I don’t want him to think I’m a total wimp. I find myself becoming engrossed in the movie, although I still notice every time Matt’s fingers brush mine as we reach for the popcorn. When the movie ends, I turn to Matt. “Pretty good wasn’t it?”
“Good enough that I didn’t want to disturb you and do this…” He kisses me.
His lips are buttery and sweet and my stomach flutters as his tongue pokes into my mouth. My body responds to his touch, and I feel myself shifting closer to him, my pussy getting wet as we kiss. I pull away, I have to before I can let myself go any further. I sit for a moment, content looking into Matt’s eyes. “How on earth do you have this effect on me?” I whisper. I’ve never been with anyone who has me on the edge of losing control with just a kiss, or a whispered word. Even a look.
“It’s my natural charm.” He smirks.
I laugh and swat at him.
He ducks, laughing. “Seriously Callie, I don’t know. But I do know you have the same effect on me. I can’t even look at you without wanting to take you home and pleasure you all night long.”
My pussy clenches at his words and I moan low in my throat. I want nothing more than that myself. “Don’t… I have work soon.”
“Skip it.” Matt grins. “Call in sick.”
“I… I can’t do that. I’m sorry. I have this rule, where I don’t date co-workers. Clearly I’ve broken it, but I can’t let what we have affect work. I just can’t.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “I get it. The restaurant is lucky to have you. And so am I.”
Chapter Fifteen
Callie
It’s been almost two weeks since Matt and I went on our disastrous date which actually turned out pretty well, all things considered. We’ve spent a lot of time together since that day, and while we haven’t actually come out and said it, we’re pretty much a couple. When we’re not at work, we go out together, or Matt comes and hangs out in my dorm room. We watch scary movies, old cheesy slasher ones, and laugh at the terrible effects and the over the top acting.
Everyone at the restaurant has worked out that we’re together, although when I’m asked about it, I neither confirm nor deny it. I don’t let Matt distract me at work, as hard as it is to focus on anything but him, but the chemistry between us is so obvious, anyone would know there was something between us. Sasha is constantly quizzing me for details, and the others are always making jokes about us. Even Marco seems to have noticed something is there between Matt and me. I was most worried about Marco finding out. I thought he would make my life at work even more of a living hell if he knew I was dating Matt, but instead, he’s backed off me a lot. He’s not nice to me; that would be too much to ask, but he keeps his distance and that’s more than enough for me. I guess he still remembers the last time Matt nearly punched him and he knows better than to bring that on himself again.
I am barely through the door for my shift tonight when James beckons me over. “Marco wants to see you in his office.”
“Okay,” I say as my heart sinks. What fresh hell is this? There’s bound to be some sort of customer complaint, whether real or imagined. Something minor that Marco will make a huge big deal out of. I head for his office, steeling myself for what’s coming. I might as well get it over with now instead of spending the first half of my shift with it hanging over my head until he realizes I’m here.
I head down the hallway and tap on his office door.
“Come in,” he shouts.
I open the door and poke my head around it. “James said you wanted to see me.”
He nods and gestures for me to come in.
I enter and move towards Marco’s desk, purposely keeping the door ajar. As I move towards the desk, my eyes are automatically drawn to his couch. I bite the inside of my lip to stop myself from smiling. I don’t know what’s coming, but I do know that if Marco gets the impression I’m happy about something, he’ll do his best to ruin it. He can’t ruin this. He can’t take away from what happened on that couch. But I really can’t be bothered with his attitude, so I hide my joy. I take a seat opposite him, being careful to pull my skirt righ
t down and keep my knees pressed shut as I do.
“How do you think your performance has been recently Callie?” Marco asks me.
It’s a loaded question and I consider my options. I think my performance has been just fine, but if I say that, Marco will accuse me of being arrogant and find faults with my performance just to try and upset me. If I say anything even remotely negative about my performance, he’ll pounce on it, happy to agree with me. I have a feeling this is about Matt. Marco has obviously grown bored of keeping his distance and he’s ready to accuse me of being distracted at work because of what’s happening between Matt and me. It’s not true, but that won’t stop Marco from using it against me.
I decide to be honest. If I’m going to be berated, I’m going to fight my corner, and I can’t do that if I tell Marco I don’t think my performance has been good. “Good,” I say. “I think I have a good rapport with the customers and I think we’re a good team that are usually on top of service.”
Marco nods slowly. He puts his hands together on his desk. He smiles at me; a smile I can’t read.
“I’m inclined to agree with you Callie. Which is why I’m promoting you. You will be a shift supervisor, which means that you’ll be the head waitress on your shifts and it will be up to you to ensure service runs well. Of course, it means extra money too – an extra 3.50 per hour.”
Admittedly, I don’t like the way Marco tells me this is happening instead of offering me the chance to accept or refuse the promotion, but honestly, I don’t care. It’s just semantics. I am taken aback by the news, but I try my best not to show it.
Marco smiles again, a more normal smile this time. “You don’t look very happy about it,” he says.
“Oh no, I am… I just wasn’t expecting it is all. Thank you.”
He nods to me. “The promotion and raise are effective immediately. Don’t let me down Callie,” he says, signalling that our conversation is over by turning to his computer and beginning to type.
“I won’t.” I stand up to leave. I turn back when I reach his office door. “Thanks again.”
He doesn’t even look up from the screen.
I wonder momentarily why he’s given me the promotion. I mean I’m far from his favorite waitress and it’s not like I’ve been here the longest amount of time. I tell myself to stop berating myself and to stop being negative. I’m good at my job. I’m organized, and when it matters, people listen to me. Obviously, Marco is better at his job than I gave him credit for, and he’s put his own prejudices aside to make a fair decision about the promotion.
As I reach the restaurant floor, Matt appears while going in the opposite direction.
“Ice run?” I ask, unable to keep the smile from my face.
“Potatoes.” He grins back. “What are you so happy about?”
I look around quickly to make sure no one is watching us and then I step back into the corridor out of sight, pulling Matt with me. “I’ve just been promoted to shift supervisor.” I can’t keep the excitement out of my voice.
“That’s great news Callie.” Matt grins.
“You don’t seem too surprised.” I say with a frown.
“I’m only surprised it’s taken this long. You deserve this Callie. You’re a credit to this place.”
I beam at him.
He quickly leans in and brushes his lips across mine. “After work, we’re celebrating.”
“Doing what?” I ask.
“Leave that to me.” He gives me a wink.
I hurry onto the restaurant floor, wondering what Matt is going to do. Maybe I’ll finally get an invite to his place. We spend all of our time out and about or in my dorm room, and never once have I been to Matt’s place. As much as I want to relax and give myself to Matt completely, I still hold myself back from him a little bit. I still feel like he’s hiding something from me, and his reluctance to take me to his place only confirms it for me.
My shift flies by, and before I know it, as usual, Matt and I are left to lock up.
“So where are we going?” I ask as we leave the restaurant.
“You’ll see.” He leads me along the street.
I follow willingly. I expect us to go to the diner we went to on our first night together, but Matt passes it without a glance, leading me to a hotel a couple of doors down.
“Are we having drinks in here?” I ask as Matt gestures for me to step inside.
“Better than that,” he says close to my ear. “We’re having a room here.”
My stomach flutters with butterflies as we make our way across the lobby. I know what’s coming next. I know how we’ll celebrate and I am more than ready for it. I hang back, watching Matt from a distance as he checks us in. I wonder again, why he didn’t just take me to his place.
I know it was only a few weeks ago he was talking about our kids, but I can’t help but think he’s not really serious about us. That would explain why he never takes me home with him. Why he never reveals more than a snippet here and there of himself to me. Because he doesn’t want to get invested in something that’s just casual.
I’m still trying to work out if I’m okay with that or not when Matt comes over to me, waving a card key in front of my face. I smile up at him and the look on his face, the look that says he’s hungry for me. I don’t know if I’m okay with a casual relationship going forward. I’ll have to think about it. But I’m as sure as hell okay with it tonight.
We head for the elevator. Matt presses the call button. As we wait for it to arrive, I can feel my clit throbbing, my imagination running wild about what we will get up to in our room.
The elevator pings, bringing me back to reality. Matt and I step inside of it. I am kind of disappointed when another couple joins us in the elevator. It would have been nice to have started what I know is coming, but I can wait another few minutes. I’ll have to.
We leave the elevator when the doors pings open again on the fourth floor.
Matt grins at me.
It’s a grin that sends fire through my body and makes my pussy wet as we practically run down the corridor to our room.
Matt runs the card through the slot. It seems to take forever for the light to turn green, but eventually, it does. Matt pushes the door open and holds it wide so I can step inside the room ahead of him.
The room looks nice, all white with purple curtains and a purple runner across the bed. That’s all I get a chance to really take in before I hear the door slam shut behind Matt. I turn and fall into his arms.
Our lips meet in a fiery kiss that has me gasping for breath. Our hands are all over each other as we fumble with each other’s buttons. By the time we reach the bed, I’m naked from the waist up and Matt is wearing only his boxer shorts. I take a moment to study him, to take in his washboard stomach. I feel a rush of desire at the sight of him.
He goes to push me backwards onto the bed and I dart out of his reach. He frowns at me as I grin and fall to my knees before him. He gasps in a breath as I pull his boxer shorts down to his ankles. He kicks them away as I take in the glorious sight of his hard cock. I reach out and run my fingernails over his inner thighs. He gasps again and I lean forward. I grasp his cock by the base and pull it towards me, flicking my tongue over the tip, enjoying the salty taste.
I purse my lips, taking the very tip of him into my mouth and licking over him like a lollipop. He moans low in his throat. The noise is so full of lust that I feel a rush of wetness coming from my pussy.
I open my lips and suck Matt’s cock into my mouth, relishing the taste of it, the feel of it against my tongue. I begin to move my lips up and down the length, my head bobbing up and down as my tongue glides along it. I reach around Matt and grip his ass cheeks, pulling him closer to me, taking his cock deeper into my mouth.
I feel like I am about to gag, but I take a steadying breath through my nose and the feeling passes. I love having him in my mouth, filling me up. I suck him hard, making him gasp once more, and then I plunge my head down, taking all
of him into the back of my throat. I come back up a little and move one hand off his ass, gripping his cock. I move my fist up and down in time with my mouth, flicking my tongue across his sensitive tip again.
I know he’s getting close to orgasming. I can feel his cock throbbing in my grip. I release his cock, standing up, needing to feel him inside of me before he comes. I look him in the eye and run my tongue over my lips, savouring the taste of him. His eyes are glassy with lust and when he pushes me towards the bed again, this time, I don’t try to stop him.
I land on my back, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Matt takes hold of me by my knees and flips me onto my front. I take my weight on my feet and hands, bending over the bed, knowing he is getting one hell of a view of my dripping wet pussy.
Matt wastes no time. I can feel the tip of his cock moving through my slit, and then he slams into me, stretching me open, claiming my pussy, and making me gasp in a tortured breath. He pulls almost all of the way out of me and then he slams into me again. I brace myself on the palms of my hands, pushing back against him, wanting to feel all of him inside of me.
He moves slower now, long, smooth strokes that make me moan in delight as his cock rubs over my g-spot. His hand moves across my body, reaching around to the front of me and finding my clit. He massages it in time with his thrusts, slow and steady, driving me wild and making me want more.
“Oh my God, Matt,” I moan.
I need him to bring me over the edge, to release the climax that is moving to the surface of me. I feel like I am swimming through warm, thick syrup and I need him to throw me a lifeline, to pull me through the tranquil waves and into the choppy water my climax will bring.
He ups his pace, moving his fingers faster and harder across my clit. It’s as though he’s read my mind. My breath catches in my throat as my orgasm explodes through my whole body, making me cry out. He continues to play with my clit as I move through the heady orgasm, and I can feel another orgasm building inside of me even before the first one has fully come out.