Will You Let Me Do My Favorite Thing Again?

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You know, I think that server thinks that we're on a date… yeah. Putting us in the corner with this little table thing instead of, you know, out there in the main part of the restaurant. Sweet, but… oh honey.

So that was a total bust. Mhm. How'd you do? Did you meet any decent matches? Anybody? Ugh, me neither.

Seriously, why do we do these speed dating things? Yeah, okay, it was a bet, and we lost, and this was our punishment, but didn't the last one go so much better than this? Ugh, okay.

Anyway, so what did you end up with? Desperate. Clingy.

Yep. Annoying. Straight up? Well, that's a banner knight for you.

Great. Well, I hope that's not the vibe I was giving off. Although, when you put on your profile that you enjoy sex, you become, you know, the town whore, apparently, because every guy that sat in front of me, that's all they wanted.

Well no, I didn't expect a whole lot different, but there are guys that can see past that, I would hope. And it was an option on the form. These things aren't supposed to be just for hookups, are they? In fact, it said in the description thing that it's specifically trying to avoid just being for hookups.

Well, I assumed the sex thing was a compatibility thing, so it's important to me, right? But it's not the only thing. I mean, these guys honestly thought that they were, you know, doing something by sitting there telling me about their conquests.

Yeah. I want something more than that. I mean, yeah, I want the good part, but the good part has to come with something else, you know? They have to want me for me.

Just because I like sex doesn't mean I'm down for it all the time. Okay. This is going to take some really good food and a lot of alcohol to just erase from my head.

You in? Good. I can't with this.

What? There's an elephant? I wasn't aware there was an elephant in the room.

Oh, that. Okay. Yeah.

Oh, you mean when I polished your knob at work? Come on. I've been dying to say that.

It's at least a little bit funny. Yes, it is. You're just uptight right now.

Because apparently talking about this makes you uncomfortable. Not sure why. Yeah.

It was a great way to blow off steam from that night and to deal with the disappointment of that guy. Yeah, well, his loss, your gain. I mean, what is there to talk about? Why can't things just be that easy? That's what I'm looking for.

This whole evening was just a disappointment and thank you for reminding me that that one was too. It ended well. You want to make this one end well? Well, I'm assuming that's why you brought it up.

No? Okay, then why'd you bring it up? I didn't ever intend to talk about it again.

I needed to do that and you provided means for me to do that. And that was the end of it. We've hung out almost daily since and it's never been a thing.

Why are you making it a thing now? I assumed because the night was so frustrating and terrible, you were looking for an encore, which, yeah. No, it's not weird.

If I thought it was weird, I would have said something. I think we should blow off steam. No pun intended.

The same way now. Why would we go anywhere? This table is like choice.

And this place is pretty crowded. Nobody's fucking paying attention over here in the corner. I'm just gonna get under the table.

Yeah, the tablecloth is long. Nobody's gonna see me. And again, nobody's fucking paying attention.

Just chill. Do you have your phone? Okay, do you have your earbuds? Yeah, okay.

Here, I'm gonna get mine out here. Okay, got my phone. Here, put one of these in your ear.

Yeah, just like that. Perfect. Now, put that back.

Okay, get your phone. Turn your ringer off, though, because this is gonna be obnoxious. Okay.

All right, I'm going to call you. Did you ring her off? Okay, I'm gonna call you.

Okay, answer it. Okay, good. There, now you can hear me, right? Okay, I'm going to get under the table, and then you can hear me through the phone, because you're not gonna be able to hear me under there with the noise in here.

And I want you to hear how I'm taking care of our frustrations, okay? Okay, now I'm just gonna pretend to knock something off the table here. Oops, I better get that.

Okay, just give me a sec. Okay, can you hear me? Okay, good.

I'm just gonna open your pants. These are nice pants. You really were, like, going all out tonight, were you? A little shy about doing it in public, are we? That's okay.

I'll make it work. There is honestly nothing better than a cock on my tongue. What do you mean this isn't the best idea? Dude, nobody's any the wiser.

Just keep talking like you're talking into your phone. Keep your phone on the table. People can see it's connected to a call.

You've got your earbud in, you're golden, and I'm under the table. Nobody can see me. For all they know, I went to the fucking bathroom.

Nobody pays attention. Just keep your shit together and don't look like you're getting a blowjob, okay? There we go.

Nice and hard. Mm-hmm. I love feeling the tips swell in my mouth, feeling it grow.

So be honest, how many times have you thought about this since the last time I did this? Mm-hmm. Oh, I think about it a lot.

Oh yeah. Do you know how many times I've gotten off thinking about your cock in my mouth? Now, I try to distance myself from the fact that it's your cock and just think about it as a really nice cock.

But man, I have come so hard. And memories do not do this justice. Fuck.

If I was wearing a dress right now, I would have my hands in my panties, but these pants make it a little bit more difficult. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

You think about it a lot, do you? Oh really? That much? Your cock is growing in my mouth as you're telling me this.

Ah, so how often do you touch yourself and imagine you're in my mouth like this? That much, huh? What? After we've hung out? Okay, you just made it personal.

Please don't make it personal, okay? Mm-hmm. Well, you're supposed to be just a cock to blow off steam and I'm supposed to be just a mouth.

Because if you make it personal, then it starts to affect our friendship, which I don't want. So can I just be a warm mouth and you just be a hard cock and we leave it at that? Okay, yeah, I am your best friend.

Well, thank you. I agree, I am hot as hell. Thanks.

You kind of are too. Okay, fair. If the whole image helps, then go for it.

But just, yeah, you get what I'm saying. If that's the case, do you want to lift the tablecloth a little bit and get the mental image to go with the sounds? Mm-hmm.

Hello. Looks good, doesn't it? Sliding in and out of my mouth like that.

No, I'm not drooling on your pants, don't worry. Mm-hmm. Yes, I can smile at you with your cock in my mouth.

See, I'm doing it right now. Mm-hmm. Big shit-eating grin.

Because this cock is my favorite thing ever. Which is good, because the person that it's attached to is my favorite person ever, so it kind of works. You like that because everything just twitched down here.

Mm-hmm. You're close. What are you doing? What is that? That's your hand? Oh, lacing it through mine.

You want to hold my hand? Okay. Mm-hmm.

It's nice. Go ahead. Squeeze my hand and thrust up into my mouth.

Mm-hmm. I'm going to take you over the edge. I'm going to swallow this fucking cock.

Mm-hmm. Oh, I better not do that again. You almost broke my hand.

Mm-hmm. I hope you're maintaining your composure up there. Mm-hmm.

Okay. It's time for you to come. Mm-hmm.

If you get any bigger, you're going to hurt yourself. I don't think your cock can take the pressure. I'll push up into my mouth and come.

I'm going to swallow every drop. See? On my tongue.