Come For A “Coffee”

My heart was in my throat; I’d never done this before. I knew where I was going – I’d been there before – but I hadn’t ever gone to do what I was about to. I locked the door behind me and shivered a little in the cool evening air. I wasn’t cold.

I walked briskly to the bus stop and waited for a little under two minutes, and when I bought my ticket I spoke as quietly as possible, so my voice wouldn’t sound too shaky: instead it sounded like a deranged croak. Trying to act cool, and relax enough to stop shivering, I took a seat at the back of the bus. The journey took about ten minutes, but felt like nearly a year, especially with the darkness outside being accentuated as it was by the feeble strobing quality of the lamp posts outside and the lights in the bus.

I stepped out of the bus and started to walk to the house of the person I was visiting, which was just round a corner and on a side-street. Stopping outside the door for a moment, I checked my phone and read back through the conversation we’d had.

Me: Oh dear, it sounded like it was going well

Her: I thought it was going well too but can’t win every time

Me: Ha, and you were saying a while ago about wanting that seeing to 😉

Her: Meh you’re joking aren’t you it’s been ages. I’m going through batteries like nobody’s business

Me: Now wouldn’t be the time for me to come for a coffee then eh?

Her: Scared I might jump on you? Lol

Me: Maybe, ha. Or that I might jump on you, it’s been a while for me too

Her: Well wouldn’t that be a pity

Me: Let’s just say you might see a different side to me if you’re not careful

Her: You say that a lot lol maybe you should put your money where your mouth is

Me: …you mean put something else where my mouth is…?

Her: Maybe 😉

Me: You must be in a mess if you’re actually saying this to me, hahaha

Her: Not yet…

Me: You want me to come and make a mess of you?

Her: Yup lol come for a “coffee”

Me: …fine. I’ll grab a shower and be there in an hour 😉

Her: OK, I’ll be waiting just knock and come in

…yes, we really did have that conversation. And here I was, just under an hour later, stood outside her door. Sure, we’d had rather personal conversations before, but they were generally more clinical, only occasionally crossing the line into mild flirting. Crossing the line? ‘Bloody vaulted it this time,’ he whispered to himself…

A knock on the door – hel-lo there – and then I went in without waiting, as arranged, and locked the door behind me. She was sitting on the couch in the living room, with a half-finished cup of coffee and an ashtray on the small table in front of it, wearing a dark green dressing gown. The room was dark but for a small desk lamp in the corner of the room.

I sat next to her and put my arm around her briefly, stifling a sharp breath, in a greeting hug. She smiled a little and kissed my cheek.

Somehow I managed to speak. ‘Have a nice day?’

‘Yeah, and you?’ She didn’t sound quite as shaky as me. Not quite.

‘Yeah thanks.’ I allowed myself a deep breath and gingerly put my hand on her neck. ‘I, um…’ I cleared my throat. ‘I didn’t think you’d take me seriously.’

She laughed, a tiny and vaguely maniacal sound. ‘Well it’s been a while.’ She cast a glance at my hand and placed her own on it slowly, looking back at me with her head at a slight tilt. ‘And I wanted to see if you’re… as big as you talk.’ Her eyes flicked down mischievously.

I blushed and closed my eyes for a moment, attempting to regain my composure. I gave a dramatic shrug. ‘Well, you know what we men are like.’ Yeah. Pass it off as a joke if you can, make yourself look smooth. Smooth like gravel. ‘We all talk big and then inevita –‘

She put her finger on my lip. ‘You’re not backing out now, sunshine.’ I looked at her face. Her eyes were fiery, feline slits that made me blush even harder. I matched her gaze and opened my mouth slightly, giving her fingertip a gentle graze with my teeth, and gave a small squeeze on the back of her neck. Her fingers interlocked with mine and she pulled my hand away, putting it on the thick fluffy fabric of her dressing gown. I gave another squeeze.

Keeping eye contact for as long as I could, I leaned my head forward and kissed her neck, just under her ear. This close I could hear her take in a deep breath. I flicked her earlobe playfully with the tip of my tongue, and felt her shiver slightly. I’m not sure she was cold either.

She pulled away and blinked slowly, putting her hand on my neck and pulling gently. I yielded, letting her bring my lips to meet hers, and she kissed me hard, her cool lips closing around mine and taking me by surprise, even though I knew it was going to happen. After a fraction of a second I caught up and sucked softly on her tongue, bringing my hand up to her neck again and taking a gentle grip on her shoulder-length brown hair.

Her teeth closed on my bottom lip and she pulled her head back a little, pulling my head up slightly, possibly a signal that she wanted me to… I pulled her hair slightly. She made a low groaning sound in her throat, and I stroked her top lip and teeth with my tongue, applying a little pressure. She let go of my lip and opened her mouth, allowing me to push my tongue in more and flick the tip of hers with it.

I breathed in deeply and pushed her back against the couch so that she was lying sideways on it, and lifted myself up, looking her in the eye. I flicked my eyes down and noticed her cleavage; her dressing gown had fallen slightly open. Her skin looked pale and smooth. I bent down and kissed between her breasts, feeling them brush against my cheeks. They were smooth. I ran my tongue up and down slowly, barely touching.

Her back arched a little, pushing her chest against my tongue and giving me room to slip my hands behind her back and pull her closer, holding her up with my palms and brushing her cleavage and breasts with my bottom lip. She sighed, moaning slightly as she did.

It felt slightly surreal, all of a sudden, to be doing this with her. We’d been friends for a while, we knew each other pretty well, and I daresay there’d been a level of attraction between us – though there weren’t really any feelings that I knew of. Other than what we were doing felt pretty good, of course. I raised myself slightly and looked at her face. By the soft light of the lamp in the corner, she looked a little flushed. I bowed my head again and opened my mouth, and started to suck gently on the side of her breast, flicking her soft, warm skin with my tongue. She moaned openly and put her hand on the back of my head, pressing a little with her fingertips.

Without breaking contact, I looked up into her eyes again and moaned into her bosom. I slowly eased her down, freeing my hands, untied the belt of her dressing gown fully and let it fall open, and then started to softly trail my fingers up and down her sides, from her hips to near her breasts.