by Jamie Knight
I took a deep breath, revealing in the relative silence, having become a bit of a hermit, which I hated to admit.
I noticed her ass first. She had been bending over into the fridge, putting her beautiful curves of full display.
Coming up out of the fridge, she brought an elbow and then cake with her, careful to keep it away from her large breasts, to keep from getting icing on them. I imaged what that might look like, only minus her shirt and apron, and what it would taste like if I cleaned the icing off her using just my tongue.
I could feel my cock getting hard.
She really was gorgeous.
"That's an interesting cake," I said, sliding up next to her.
"Thanks. It's for the gender reveal," she told me, matter-of-factly.
"A gender reveal?" I asked her, blankly.
“Yeah; that’s the reason behind this baby shower.”
"I haven't heard of this tradition."
But then again, I hadn’t heard of a lot of things involving babies or parenting.
"It’s when they let everyone know if they’re having a boy or a girl," she said, "based on the color of the icing that’s in this cake."
"I don't know much about this kind of stuff, though I'm happy for Reece,” I admitted. “Are you a friend of Gia's?"
"Her oldest friend actually, as well as the baker for this baby shower and gender reveal party. I think one lead into the other."
"I'm Mike," I said, offering a hand.
"Sally," she smiled, taking my hand, having already placed the cake on the counter.
I had just met her, but I already felt better here in the kitchen with Sally than I had out at the party, with all the talk about babies and what had gone wrong with the app and my relationship with Jessa.
As far as I knew, Sally didn’t know anything about what had happened with the app. She had given me a little smile when we shook hands, almost as if she recognized but couldn’t place me. I got that a lot, being semi-famous thanks to the app and Jessa – not that that was ever my intention. I was more of a behind the scenes kind of guy.
Another plus for Sally and our conversation so far was that she didn’t seem that interested in babies, outside of baking cakes for events having to do with them, in exchange for money, which were already two big points in her favor.
The cake wasn’t the end of it. Once that was set up, she started making and organizing smaller pastries with the help of an assistant from the caterers.
“So, how did you and Gia meet?” I asked her.
“In class. She drew a picture that made me laugh in geometry. We both got two days detention for it, but it was the beginning of our strong bond. I was the first one she told she was pregnant.”
“Wow, that’s cool,” I said, surprised by the depth of their connection.
“She was the first person I really loved, if that makes sense.”
“It does actually,” I said, feeling a pang of envy.
I had close buddies, but no one I could say that about. I thought it must be different for men and women, and that women’s’ friendships were one of the things I couldn’t fully understand but could certainly appreciate.
“Shouldn’t you be out with the others?” Sally asked, finishing off the last small pastry.
“I’d rather be here with you,” I said, before I knew what I was saying.
In retrospect, I realized it was true, and not just because I was trying to avoid the people mingling out in the living room. She was clever, funny and hot as hell.
I wanted to fuck her so bad in every way I could imagine. I could just imagine lifting her up on top of this counter and pulling her panties to the side underneath her skirt, so I could rub her clit until she came.
Then I’d put some of this icing on her and lick her sweet little pussy until she was screaming out my name, with no worries of anyone hearing us. Of course, I’d have to slide my cock into that wet pussy of hers next.
Oh, yeah. I was definitely having fantasies about her. And they weren’t just one-night-stand type stuff.
But that also meant it wouldn’t work out. I didn’t want a relationship and she didn’t seem like the one-night stand type. She was too sweet and genuine. Maybe she was a serial monogamist, if anything.
“Time to roll,” the caterer said, coming into the kitchen.
Sally picked up the cake and headed out into the party. She was followed closely by the assistant with the smaller pastries. Alone in the kitchen, I reluctantly went out into the party.
At least Sally would be there, I thought. And then I immediately told myself to stop thinking that way.
The cake was cut, revealing a pink inside, meaning, I assumed, that the baby Gia was carrying with impressive grace was a girl. The revelation meant I was free to slip away as the party kept going and the cake was passed around.
I wanted to stay just to hit on Sally, but I knew I couldn’t do that. It wouldn’t lead anywhere good. Nothing involving women and me ever fucking did.
I was too drunk to drive so I requested an Uber on my phone once I was outside.
“Need a ride?”
I looked over and saw Reece’s driver, whom I had met on a couple of occasions.
“Sure, won’t Reece mind?”
“Of course not sir; he told me to take good care of his guests tonight,” the driver answered, smiling pleasantly, as was their job, I supposed. “I will bring the car around.”
“Thanks.”
After a few minutes, I got into the back of the limo feeling pretty proud of myself for not even asking Sally for her number.
Although the stupid part of my brain wished I had, because I couldn’t get her out of my head. Particularly her beautiful breasts and ass. That curvy hourglass figure of hers. Her sweet laugh and her witty banter.
I wished I could fuck her. And get to know her better.
So I knew to stay away from trying to do either one.
Jessa had seemed sweet at first, too. And I never wanted to end up with another Jessa on my hands.
Chapter Two - Sally
The party had gone really well. The caterer I worked with was one of the best, so that wasn’t really a surprise. When everything was sorted and I was free to talk, I started to look for Mike. I had really enjoyed his company and was interested in seeing him again.
“Have you seen Mike?” I asked Reece, after I looked around the living room and didn’t spot him.
“Not recently,” Reece said. “I think he might have left. He’s got a lot going on right now.”
“Oh,” I said, feeling a slight pang of disappointment.
I tried to tell myself it had just been a brief moment with a stranger. It really meant nothing.
I just couldn’t shake the feeling that I knew him somehow. It must have been from one of the social events I had worked. Gia had a party planning business and we often worked together, with her doing the planning and me doing the catering. Reece had put money into advertising her business, and it had turned out to be a boon for both of us.
Mike said he was Reece’s friend, and that, of course, was why he was here, so it only stood to reason that I had met him in the past. But I didn’t clearly recall when it would have been, and I couldn’t help but find it odd that I hadn’t seen him at any of the social events I had been to with Gia and Reece. Reece had quite a few buddies and they were always tagging along with us, but I really didn’t think Mike had been one of them that I’d met before.
I quickly searched my and Gia’s On the Go pages to see if either of us were tagged in a photo with him or had any check-ins with him, or any articles about us being out and about together. There was nothing there to inform me of where I might have met him. So perhaps I hadn’t, and he just seemed familiar because he was the man of my dreams.
I know how cheesy that just sounded. But I couldn’t help thinking it.
It was not only his familiarity that had caught my attention. He was also so damn sexy. Ta
ll and well-muscled. He even had a few well-placed tattoos. Not only that, but he had made me laugh, which wasn’t always easy to do, especially when I’m working an event, because I liked to stay dedicated and focused on what I was doing.
I also could have sworn he had been staring at my tits. He was hardly the first. They were so big they tended to attract attention just by existing, but he really seemed to want them. It seemed as if he was thinking about what it would be like to cover them in icing and lick it off. A notion I found quite enjoyable to think about myself.
My pussy was getting wet by the time I got home. I ignored it and tried to get down to the business of the night. Holmes and Watson rubbed up against my legs, purring as I got their food out of the cupboard.
I had heard that cats were affectionate only when it served their agenda but sometimes, I thought my two seemed to be the exception. Maybe they just liked my delightful personality when I talked to them.
Yes, I was that kind of cat lady, and I enjoyed knitting and raising houseplants, too. But they abandoned me as soon as the food was in their bowl, chomping away happily, and I was back to thinking cats were selfish but that was okay because I still loved them.
Leaving them to their food, I headed down the hall, taking off my shirt as I went. Stripping naked, I got in the shower, images of Mike still in my head as I washed and rinsed.
I pulled on a towel and headed to the bedroom, slipping naked under the cool sheets. Once there, I found myself wounding about Mike’s cock. How big it was. How it would feel inside me.
I had been around a bit and was well familiar with both sex and the average size of men. I had never met such a handsome and tall guy as Mike, though. He didn’t seem like he would be average in anything and having him fuck me would be incomparable.
I imagined him standing naked in front of me. His huge cock standing at attention. My hand found its way down to my pussy, cupping it softly.
I let out a gasp as the pleasure went through me. I was always really sensitive and, after years of practice, knew just how to touch myself to bring about the strongest responses.
I pictured getting on my knees, looking up at him. Taking his cock in my hand, I swirled my tongue around its head, keeping my eyes on his as he stroked my cheek.
Moving his hand to the back of my head, he pulled me gently forward. Taking the hint, I took his cock into my mouth, getting it about halfway into my mouth.
Taking in a deep breath, both in my head and in real life, I imagined sucking him, still holding his cock, working the shaft with my hand as I sucked, cupping his balls with my other hand. I imagined him closing his eyes and moaning as I did so.
Then I imagined him unloading into my mouth, filling it with his sweet cum. I swallowed it down, looking up at him lovingly. Keeping my hand around his cock, I continued to work it as I took one of his balls into my mouth and gently sucked it.
I could barely get the whole thing into my mouth, but I was a trooper and did my best, switching over to give his other ball some love as well, making him cum within minutes. I barely got it into my mouth before he exploded again.
I imagined him pulling me up to my feet and kissing me passionately, his talented tongue pleasuring mine as he lovingly stroked my pussy. I started stroking myself in real life, mimicking the movements I imagined him doing to me, making me want to scream with pleasure.
Leaving me standing where I was, I imagined Mike getting down on his knees in front of me, and running his tongue the length of my pussy, making me shudder and hum. I imagined running my hands through his thick blond hair as his talented tongue licked me to orgasm.
In my head I came really hard, my body racked with convulsions, Mike grabbing me around the waist and holding me steady as I came down. When I had come down, I imagined him guiding me down onto my hands and knees, raising my ass high into the air, clearly getting ready to fuck me.
As he licked me to a second orgasm, again making me shake with unbridled joy, I imagined Mike getting down on his knees behind me, making me unconsciously tense in preparation for him sliding his huge cock into my wet and willing pussy.
He was gentle, stroking the head of his cock against my pussy lips a few times to get me used to it before pushing down lightly on the small of my back and pushing in the head. I moved my hips to meet him as he pushed in, getting his cock most of the way inside me, making me bite my lip to keep from screaming with pleasure, his girth grinding right up against my clit as he moved in me.
I pushed three fingers into my pussy to try and simulate how I imagined his cock would feel while I imagined him fucking me. While I did so, I imagined Mike putting his hands on my hips for leverage and fucking me with increasing speed and intensity until he was pounding his cock inside me, bringing me to another wracking orgasm as he unloaded deep inside me.
I stopped touching myself for a moment, just cupping my pussy as I caught my breath, not having cum yet. In my head, I slowly recovered from the pounding Mike had just given me, as he gently stroked my back and kissed the back of my neck, making me feel wonderful.
When I was calm, I imagined him gently massaging my ass. I didn’t have a lot of experience with anal. I had tried it a few times and while it had hurt the first time, the others had actually felt really good. A bit intense, but not actually painful.
That’s what I imagined it feeling like when I imagined Mike sliding his huge, beautiful cock into my ass, prepared for penetration by his loving tongue and fingers.
I couldn’t take much. His cock was so big that even in my mind, he didn’t go in much past the head, which seemed fine with him.
“You okay, baby?” I imagined him asking.
“Yes,” I whispered back in my head and in real life in my bed.
Taking me by the hips for control, he started to slowly move in me, gently fucking my tight little asshole. Again, I moved with him as he fucked me, pushing back to meet each of his thrusts, each of his movements sending a shudder of pleasure up my spine. It wasn’t long until we both came again, Mike filling my ass with his cum.
I came in real life too, moaning a bunch as the pleasure, both imagined and real, washed over me, settling into a calm afterglow.
* * *
The next thing I knew, my alarm was blaring, waking me up. I was used to it, but I still got annoyed, not being a natural morning person, but having to become one for my profession.
One of the few drawbacks to being a baker was getting up at four to be ready for the rush hour morning business. I also had to make a cake for an event the next day, so I was glad for the extra prep time.
Holmes and Watson jumped off the bed after treating me to their usual early morning chorus of meows that said, “feed me,” and I rolled out of bed and went off to face another day, moving like something freshly risen from the grave.
I fed them their much-desired food and then I ate my own breakfast quickly before getting ready to bake. Once I did start baking, I hummed a little song to myself, glad that meeting Mike had provided me with some self-pleasure last night.
I was still upset that he hadn’t stuck around long enough to ask me out, but I was trying to look on the bright side of things because I was an optimistic kind of gal.
I was mixing ingredients, some particularly epic European Metal blasting through my earbuds, when my phone started buzzing in my pocket.
“Sugar Baby Bakery,” I said.
“Hi, I need a cake,” said the woman on the other end.
“Well good, because that’s what we do, here,” I said.
“One with a smiley face on it. I also need it delivered.”
“Sure, I can do that,” I said.
It seemed a bit funny, in both senses of the word, but it was far from the weirdest request I had ever gotten. I once did a fake dildo cake for a bachelorette party and a detonation plunger for the retirement party of a demolition expert. A smiley face really didn’t seem that weird after I gave it further thought.
Those were the standard phrases I could imagine pairing with a smiley face cake.
“Umm, nope. Just a smiley face will do,” she said, not sounding very sure of herself.
“Any particular cake flavors or icing flavors?” I pressed.
I liked the orders to be specific, so that the customer would be happy. I would hate to get creative and make something they weren’t expecting, just because I had interpreted their vague request one way when they had meant it as something altogether different.
I had had one other order in the past that seemed similar to this one, although it had turned out not to be. One time someone asked me for emojis on a cake, so I put a smiley face and a frowny face and a face with heart eyes, etc.
It turned out they wanted a cake to with their kid’s Emojis movie themed birthday party, and my generic smiles and frowns didn’t meet the cut. I had refunded them their money even though I felt they should have been more specific. But it was certainly a lesson learned – now I always tried to be as particular as possible when I asked questions of my customers about what exactly they wanted on their cakes.
“No, as long as it has a smiley face on it, that’s fine,” she said.
“Is it for any particular occasion?” I asked, thinking that if it was supposed to be movie-themed or otherwise tie in with some kind of birthday party of some sort, now would be the best time for her to tell me.
“Um, do I have to tell you that?” she asked.
I gulped, never having had anyone bulk at that request before.
“I mean, will you not make it if I don’t tell you what it’s for?” she pushed further, when I didn’t answer right away.
Oh, crap. Maybe she thought I was one of those bakers who wouldn’t bake cakes for people with different beliefs or relationships than I approved of. Which, I certainly wasn’t, as I was a very accepting person.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry if I implied that,” I told her. “You don’t have to tell me what it’s for. I will make a smiley face for any kind of life event or occasion or belief or feeling you might be experiencing.”