Stolen Smile – Revelations

“Do I have any cum on my face?” Alyssa asked me as we passed under a streetlight.

Looking closely, I was struck by how unaffected her makeup was even after the aggressive blowjob she had just performed. Her hair had loosened a little from her bun, but everything from her lipstick to eye shadow looked like it had at dinner. I didn’t see any sign that she had just taken a load from me not more than a minute earlier.

“No, I don’t see anything.” I responded. “That’d kind of impressive”

“With how much you cum, its very impressive” she smirked at me as we passed out of the streetlight’s orange glow. “And” she added “I can’t wait to do it again”

A tingle ran down my spine, despite having just exploded with an orgasm like I hadn’t experienced in a month, hearing such debauchery had my mind spinning again…

“Whoa” exclaimed Alyssa, “This is the spot I guess.” A line of Friday night patrons extended down the block from the front doors of the ice cream parlor, it would be a wait. The warm scent of waffle cones drifted down the street as we chatted in line with other couples, friends, and a few families out on a fall Friday night. A harried looking employee passed by handing out menus of their seasonal flavors: pumpkin cheesecake, cinnamon cocoa, and cardamom honey toffee. As we inched closer to the front, Alyssa and I commiserated over our ***********ions and projected which would be the best combinations and, the worst. We crowded together as we stood in the doorway, people passing by with large scoops of ice cream perched on warm waffle cones, this was exactly what I had had in mind. Looking down at Alyssa, we made eye contact and she smiled back, showing her braces, brilliantly pink again in the warm light of the store.

“I’m so glad we’re doing this”

“It’s very wholesome” she replied. “It’s very much your vibe.”

“Oh yeah? Am I just that warm and fuzzy?” not sure how to respond. I had never been compared to a busy ice cream establishment before.

“Yeah, you’ve got a warm, nice smelling, somewhat cozy vibe. I like it.” She said, stepping closer to me, craning her neck, and offering a kiss. She kissed softly and I couldn’t help but take her hand in mine. We were disgustingly romantic. And I loved it. As I pulled away, she smiled and asked with a giggle. “What do you think my vibe is?”

“You mean the vibe of a girl who just gave me a back-alley blowjob?” I teased in a whisper before straightening up and tapping my chin with my finger in fake ponderance, “let …meeee….think…”

“Whatever, you liked it!” she smiled back.

“I don’t think I’m the only one…” I winked before bending down to kiss her again. Her lips were firm this time, energized and ready for more fun. I felt the familiar feeling of arousal stirring in me again.

“It’s true” she whispered in my ear, “It was so hot when you came on my braces.”

Internally shuddering with arousal, I straightened up and grabbed her ass as we walked forward. “Fuck! Don’t say that in public!” I hissed back, half embarrassed, half turned on, and 100% mortified someone would hear us.

“What?!” she whispered back, “It was!”

“Really?” I asked in disbelief, “not just because I said I liked them?”

“Loved them” she corrected with a smile, “And no, I liked it too.”

“I bet you say that to all the boys you fuck.” I teased in a horse whisper, barely audible above the din of the crowd.

“Um… you’re the first.” She corrected “I’ve always been insecure about my smile, my teeth were really fucked up as a kid, I mean REALLY fucked up” she accentuated with a hand gesture and widening her eyes “and…I was so excited to get braces when I got to college because, well, I felt like this insecurity would be resolved… and well, it feels lame…” she trailed off, suddenly self-conscious.

“No, no” I comforted, obvious to her unease at the moment of vunerability, “That makes perfect sense.”

“Yeah… idk, it just feels like… like you like my smile, and you like it so much because you think it’s pretty.”

“Yeah, I do” I responded simply with a smile. “Braces or otherwise, you have a very pretty smile. It fits your face.”

She smiled up at me again, her lips parting to reveal that bright pink spotted smile. “Also…” her voice more flirtatious now, “When I first got them, some guy called me ‘cum braces’ and I haven’t gotten in out of my head. But!” she stopped me at my outraged expression —a devious bit of acting—“I always wondered what it would be like. I—I hope that’s not weird…”

I looked around in disbelief, it was absurd we were having the most titillating conversation of my sexual life in the middle of an oblivious crowd of ice cream patrons. I shook my head incredulously before looking back at her. “Well? What was it like?”

“Hot, I really liked it. We must do it again.”

“And no,” I replied, “It’s not all that weird, people are into all kinds of freaky things… just look at the internet.”

“I know, I know” she shook her head, “But you don’t think I’m weird for…” She had trailed off, her eyes looking anywhere but mine, oddly insecure after everything we had just said.

“For…” I prompted in a softly tone.

“For wanting to do sexual things while I have braces… like, is that what a braces fetish is?”

This seemed like a very unusual place to have a sexual reckoning, and I was surprised we were having this conversation so openly, and quickly? I mean, this was only our second real official date.