«Just hold on, ‘till it’s over» I kept telling myself. But the worse thing of all was that I could feel something. Like a drill of excitement getting across my bare skin and through my backbone. I didn’t want it to end too soon.

I know you wouldn’t believe anything that happened later on, if I didn’t start from the very beginning.

First time I met her, it was a pretty hot morning in May. I was having breakfast in the usual café and I already knew about the Oath: I was aware that my life could possibly change at any moment, but I had decided to blatantly ignore that feeling and keep on going with my normal life as much as I could.

The girl behind the bar was the main reason I’d ever come to that Café, to be honest. The coffee was awful and so were the old attendants, their mean comments and the ***********ion of newspapers.

«How long does it take for a Cappuccino?!» an old disgusting man yelled. I would have punched his face for his rudeness. «These young sluts, nowadays! Would be clueless even when sucking cocks…»

Okay, now he was going to get the punch in the face he deserved. I was turning around to face him, when my arm was gently grabbed from behind. With one hand, she stopped me. With the other, she served the dickhead his shitty Cappuccino.

She went back behind the bar and I turned to her.

«You shouldn’t have stopped me. He deserved a lesson.»

She smiled, like one would smile to the whims of a bratty child: «You’re a hot head! Let them speak. It’s the only thing that’s left them to do.»

There was something calming in her spirit and I calmed down. I looked at her: the natural curves of her body made her barmaid outfit look hotter than intended. She looked back at me, with some shy big eyes framed in a waterfall of curly blonde hair. She was pouring down some milk in a heart shape all over my black coffee and I was almost sure she smirked, while adding: «Furthermore, they’re utterly wrong. I wouldn’t be clueless at all.»

My heartbeat went up again all of a sudden. Was it even possible that she was sexually hinting at me so heavily? And without me even doing anything to provoke her! That was definitely luckier than I would’ve ever thought I’d be. I mean, I’m not ugly. I’ve got that minimum wage of self-confidence that allows me to hit on girls and even be successful sometimes. But I’m not one of those blokes that chicks usually hail in the streets to ask for their numbers. That was all pretty new to me.

I decided to play her game: «Wouldn’t you? You seem proud of that!»

«Who wouldn’t be? You guys have such a silly way to moan when your pleasure is just over the top…» Her voice had become feebler so that I would be the only one hearing that and I had the feeling her eyes were now pointing to the growing bulge I couldn’t hide anymore in my trousers. «Or just over the tip, I should say.»

My face was probably red at this point. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere, but I was pretty sure all the blood was now running to the pelvis area. My dick was getting bigger and starting to push against the hard fabric of my jeans.

«I’m sure… I’m sure you know what you’re talking about…» I was about to spit my coffee, which had become cold in the meantime.

«Don’t you believe what I’m saying?