Tinderella
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"I'm not going to last too long if you do that," he warned her.
She grinned up at him, then went back to what she had been doing. He pulled her head forward and back and she nearly choked on his length, and girth. Putting her hands on his butt cheeks, she buried her head in his abdomen and smelled cologne mixed with his own spicy smell.
As he rocked back and forth into her mouth he said through clenched teeth, "I warned you, I'm not going to last this way, if you're going to stop you'd better do it now, or...Oh God. Oh baby, I'm coming, oh Jesus, Cyndi..." and he clutched her head close. She felt the warmth of his cum in her throat, and his cock spasmed as he met his release. Gently she suckled as he finished, and at last she released him with a gentle pop, as he relaxed against the wall.
"Do you have a bed in here, because I need to lie down."
"Oh yeah, there's a bed, and we'll be using it...Here you won't need these," she said as she removed the rest of his clothing, I've got plans for you.
"Mercy!"
Breakfast the next day wasn't as weird as it could have been. Gooch was totally cool with Pearson being there, she even made eggs for everyone before she left for her first appointment.
"So..?" Pearson asked Cyndi.
"So, what?"
"What's the plan, what are you going to do with the next chapter kid?"
"I don't know," suddenly shy she looked up at him, "will you be in it?"
"No place else I'd rather be. In fact, I wondered if you thought you'd need help on the food truck? Maybe on weekends? Holidays?"
"I might," she teased, "what can you do? I mean I know some of your talents," she grinned "but none of the ones in the kitchen."
"Oh no, the kitchen is up to you, I can schmooze with your customers though, and I can count back change. It's a lost art you know?"
"It is a lost art. You'll probably have to prove yourself first."
"And what about you, what bakery items will you have on the truck?"
"I don't know, cookies are easy. We can put those in glass jars, muffins maybe, banana bread, at least enough for you, cupcakes, cinnamon rolls. There are a lot of things that are portable."
He pulled her on to his lap, "What about cakes?" he asked.
"Cakes, hmmmm, yeah," she said as she put her arms around his neck "I guess we can do cakes. Did you have something in mind?"
"I was wondering specifically about wedding cakes, could you do those?"
She pulled her head back abruptly, "Will you be in need of a wedding cake?"
He took her hand and turned it over thoughtfully in his, "I think I might be in need of one, I believe I've found my bride. What do you say?"
Tears came to her eyes, "I'd say I think you have," she said as she kissed him.
Epilogue
It hadn't occurred to Cyndi ever before that she might be preparing her own wedding cake. But with Pearson, it was different. Life was different, it was fun. Funner. The funnest. She smiled.
Gooch sidled up to her, "Who'd have thought a wedding catered by food trucks would be a good idea?" she said as she waved her hands indicating the various colorful vehicles parked in a semi-circle.
Together they watched the guests move from truck to truck tasting the wares of each one. Her truck, the Pumpkin Patch Bakery, was parked last in line. She had baked hundreds of cupcakes, and they had been set out for everyone to enjoy, so that she didn't have to work at her own wedding.
"You look magnificent, by the way, Bailey and the girls outdid themselves this time, huh?"
"They did," she said, smoothing the lace overlay over her hips. It was a gown from the 1950's and she felt like a princess.
Pearson, her prince, was not far away, he was dancing with his mother, and they were whispering and smiling at each other. She was worried actually, this was not a good sign, they were probably cooking something up for her to take on as her next project. She decided not to worry about it today. After all, it was a big chance she took, deciding to change her life, and look how well that had turned out. Maybe sometimes you just needed to shake things up, and as the breeze lifted her hair and made the lanterns gently sway, she walked to the dance floor in time for the next dance. With her husband.
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