Whipped Cream Dreams (Book 1 of The Sweet Treats Series)

by Jamallah Bergman

  Then my laughter soon halted when I saw him grab for the platter, pulling it down beside my hip. He began to pull down my panties as I raised my hips to help him get them off, then he tossed them onto the floor. He opened my legs a bit and took the container with the cream, dipping his fingers to pull out a big glob of it and that’s when he began to put it down there. The coolness of the cream made me flinch only for a second while he slowly moved the cream along the inside of my nether lips and along the outside as well. The way he tenderly touched me made me enjoy what I knew what was going to happen next, when his warm tongue hit the cool cream and tickled me. His hands held my hips while the only thing I could do was savor the moment. I found myself biting my finger but a whimper would come out anyways as my hips moved in rhythm with his tongue. My breathing heightened with each lick and tug he made with his tongue and teeth. I shrieked but it only made him go faster even as he greedily ate his dessert. I squirmed and repeated over and over, “Yes, oh God. Yes, Callion.” I didn’t care if I shouted it out, I wanted everyone to hear my pleasure as my body quaked and shivered.

  The more I cried and whimpered, the more he ate me until my body grew weaker and weaker with each convulsion. It took me the longest time for my body to calm down but his kisses along my skin only made the moment worse because I couldn’t stop twitching with the aftershocks.

  Then…I woke up, my body soaking wet with sweat. My nipples were erect and my pussy was twitching whenever I moved. “Damn, I really need to get laid,” I told myself while getting up from the bed to run into the bathroom and start up a shower.

  So, after I took my shower and got back into bed, I fell asleep wondering about not only my wet dream but also my date with Callion Nicolo this weekend.

  * * * *

  I didn’t hear much, less see Callion until Friday morning when he came in and sat down at one of my tables. I went to the display case and got a muffin since I already knew what he wanted and made my way to him. When our eyes caught each other, he smiled and said, “Why hello,”

  “Hello, how are you doing this morning?”

  “I’ve been very busy, so I haven’t gotten the chance to come by and have my coffee and muffin. Did you miss me?”

  His smile was irresistible I thought and I found myself blushing a bit by his comment. “Yeah you were missed by a bunch of women around here.”

  “That’s not what I asked. I asked if you missed me.”

  This was the first time since I’d known him to question me in such a manner, so forceful and direct. “Yes,” I admitted. “I did miss you.” Then, I walked away to get his coffee made before I ended up acting like a blubbering idiot.

  “What was he saying to you?” Marsha asked me once I told one of the guys to make the café au lait.

  “Just that he had been too busy to come in the other day and asked how I was doing.” Well, I did tell the partial truth, he did say he was busy and did ask how I was but she didn’t have to know about what else.

  When his coffee was done, I went and decided to design another flower in his cream since I knew he loved flowers. I made a big daisy which I had to admit looked beautiful. As I made my way over to him, I saw some women standing in front of his table. One was talking with him while the other was giggling away like some schoolgirl, even though she was around my age. I brought over his coffee and heard the girl asking about some books.

  Callion answered, “Oh, we have that book, just come by the shop around ten and I’ll show you where it is.”

  I put the cup in front of him while the girl glared at me like she was shooting daggers at me for getting in the middle of them. I didn’t care and I asked him, “If you need me for anything else let me know.”

  “No wait, I need to speak with you for a minute.” He grabbed my arm, which also was a first. “Please go sit down, ladies I will talk with you later. Come sit down please?”

  I could hear the woman huff at me before leaving. I smiled and told him, “You know I can’t sit down with you while I’m working.”

  “That’s right I’m sorry, well when is your lunch break?”

  “Not until around one.”

  “Come by the bookstore then, we can talk there instead of here. I wanted to talk with you about tomorrow night.”

  “I’ll bring my lunch over to the shop, if that’s alright?”

  “Sure, that’s fine. I’ll see you then.”

  I hastily walked away, knowing that all eyes were on us…something I didn’t want to happen because I knew people would be wondering what was going on between us.

  Damn you, father time, hurry up and make it one o’clock already.

  “What is going on between you two?” Marsha asked.

  I could tell she was wondering and that was something I didn’t want her to do. “Nothing is going on. He was trying to get those girls away from him, so he could drink and eat. He wanted to talk with me to get them away Mother Hen, geez why you are on my case about him I will never know?”

  “It’s just that he always sits at your table, he always makes conversation with you and is always smiling at you. Are you guys seeing each other?”

  “Hell no, you know I don’t have time for anyone with work. I’m here constantly and plus, if you want to go out with him and stuff, you need to be bugging him instead of me.” I stormed off, tired of her constant nagging me. She was completely obsessed with the man and well, I honestly couldn’t blame her—the man was hot.

  About an hour or so later, she came to me while I was coming out of the storage closet. “I’m sorry Roya for blowing up at you earlier.” She honestly looked upset.

  I took her by the hand and smiled. “I accept your apology but you’ve got to get yourself together with this man, he’s just a guy for Christ sake. I mean he is handsome and everything in one great looking package but that doesn’t mean we have to lose our heads over him.”

  “I know, I’ve been trying for months to get a date with him but he always turns me down. Maybe he’s just not interested in me or anyone else for that matter. I know that several girls have tried to get a date with him and he has turned them all down. Do you think he’s gay?”

  I tried stifling my laughter but I ended up laughing anyway at her comment. “You never know nowadays.” I went on about my business because if I stood there any longer I would have opened up a whole other story for her to feed upon.

  * * * *

  Lunch couldn’t have come any quicker than it did and I still felt frustrated with Marsha and her constant comments about Callion over why he never wanted to ask her out. I knew what she was trying to do because she’d done it to another girl over a year ago and it got to the point where the poor girl ended up quitting her job. I decided to go to Ralph’s sub shop to grab me a sandwich and a Sprite, since I’d been hankering for a sub all day. Once I got it, I went straight to the bookstore. I’d definitely become anxious to find out where we were going tomorrow.

  When I went inside, the place wasn’t completely full of people with only a few stragglers around. I looked around for him but couldn’t see him, so I started walking towards the back and that’s when I heard someone saying, “Hello there.”

  I looked behind and in front of me and saw no one there but I could have sworn I heard someone say hello to me.

  Once again, the voice said, “Hey, down here.”

  I bent down to peek over one of the rows of books and saw those beautiful eyes of his peering at me. I had to laugh and he smiled back at me. “Why, hello there, I brought my lunch.” I made my way toward the back.

  Callion stood there with a smile that would make anyone melt. “Come on with me.”

  I followed him as he went over to a door, which he opened to reveal a small room with a couch, a table and some posters from movies as well as books. “Just sit here and I’ll be right back. I’ve got to close up the shop for lunch.” He walked out of the room.

  I went to sit down at the table and took out my sandwich to eat.

  He di
dn’t come back for another five minutes and by that time I’d already taken two big bites from my sandwich.

  “That looks good, you went to Ralph’s huh?” He sat down with me at the table.

  “Oh, yeah.” I wiped my mouth with a napkin and quickly chewed what was in my mouth. I realized that he’d gotten himself a sandwich from there as well. “Great minds think alike I see,”

  Callion chuckled as he opened up the wax paper that covered his sandwich.

  We both sat there and ate our lunch together. It was nice and quiet for some time but after I had eaten half of my sandwich, I asked him, “You wanted to talk about tomorrow night?”

  “Well, actually I wanted to get you alone,” he smirked.

  I smiled a bit. “Why didn’t you try before?”

  “I didn’t know what you would say much less think of me if I asked to be alone like this.”

  “Why would you think that? I mean, it’s not every day I get the chance to have lunch with the most eligible man in Stockton.”

  “Eligible man, you mean me?”

  “Oh, my God Callion, you can’t be serious! I know you’ve noticed how some of the women fawn after you whenever you come into the café. Hell, they almost broke their necks trying to get at you after the poetry reading.”

  He chuckled. “I know. Yes, I mean it’s pretty obvious when they try to get my attention. Both my friend Andre and I were talking about how they acted that night at the café. He asked me if this happens all the time and I told him every single time. He thought it was great that I have a bevy of women here but of course, I could if I wanted to but that’s not me. They also come into the store here in droves. I’ve been asked out numerous times but most of them just aren’t my type.”

  “So, what is your type then?”

  “Well if you must know, someone like you.” He gazed directly at me, waiting to hear what I would say.

  I remained silent was a bit taken aback by what he admitted.

  “I’ve been admiring you for a long time Roya, it just…well, hard for me to try and get the chance to tell you this.”

  “I don’t know why, you could have told me anytime how you felt. I would have probably been shocked like I am right now but still, you could have said something.”

  He hesitated for a minute before he spoke as if he was trying to figure out what to tell me.

  I decided to try to change the subject a bit though. “So, where are we going on our date tomorrow night?”

  “It’s a secret that’s all I can tell you and that it will be out of town away from prying eyes.”

  “Yeah, I guess I agree because I know a lot of folks will be looking and wondering. I already got interrogated by one of my coworkers today about you, whether or not we are seeing each other, because she’s been trying her best to get with you herself. She even wondered if you were gay.”

  That’s when I really heard him laugh, the type of laugh that came from within and quickly escaped his throat as his head was thrown back while he laughed. He soon calmed himself down, wiping a tear from his eye before he took a sip of his soda. “She really said that about me huh?”

  I nodded.

  This only made him laugh even more. “Well, that’s something new. But I’m really not worried about what they think or might say because they can say whatever they want. All I know is that I’ve found the one I want to get to know and that person is you Roya.” He put his hand on mine, which sent a shock we both felt as our hands jolted away from each other.

  I rubbed my hand to get some of the feeling back into it.

  Callion grasped it again and rubbed it for me. “I’m sorry I shocked you like that. Is that better?”

  “Yes, it is thank you.” Though, he’d shocked me in more ways than one.

  “So, seven o’clock I’ll pick you up then.”

  “And I’ll be waiting for you.” I smiled and stifled my nervousness. I still couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but I refused to let it rattle me. We both continued eating our lunch, talking a bit here and there but mainly, just eating in a comfortable silence.

  Chapter Seven

  I picked out four outfits for my date that night and even though I tried on each one and looked them over in the mirror, I still wasn’t satisfied. So, I ended up deciding to wear a pink blouse along with this form fitting pink paisley printed skirt I always wanted to wear out but never got the chance. Glancing at the clock I saw that it was ten minutes till seven. I grabbed my black clutch purse, going into it to make sure I had the essentials like perfume, lipstick even though I rarely wore it, my small wallet and some breath mints.

  Checking myself over in the mirror once more, my hair looked fine. I decided to leave it down this time. I always wore it pinned up at work and I left a bit of curl along the ends. I sprayed some of my perfume along my neck and on my wrist when I heard the doorbell ring.

  My heart jumped in my chest as I made my way towards the door. Taking a deep breath, I slowly exhaled, then said a small silent prayer and looked through the peephole to see him standing there. I opened the door and there he stood with a single red rose and a smoldering smile. “Please come in,” I said as I got the chance to see what he was wearing.

  A pair of dark blue jeans that seemed to fit him just right along his thighs like a glove with that same dark navy pea coat. “You look absolutely mesmerizing Roya, pink is your color.”

  “Why thank you,”

  Colin then handed me the rose.

  “And thank you for the flower. Let me get my shoes and purse and we’ll be on our way.” I went into my room to get my purse and put on the black patent leather heels I planned to wear. “Let’s go.”

  He opened the door for me and we walked out.

  Once he helped me into his black Trailblazer and quickly got in, I immediately asked him, “So, where are we going tonight?”

  Turning the key in the ignition, I heard him chuckle for a moment and look behind as he pulled out and drove out of the parking lot of my apartment complex. “Let’s just say it’s a surprise.” He winked at me.

  It made me blush a bit as we started heading out of town. I felt glad that we were going out of town. Lord knows, I could hear Marsha going on and on about seeing us in some restaurant together and getting on my case forever.

  The drive into Hartwell usually took about an hour to get to and unlike Stockton, Hartwell was more commercialized with a mall, restaurants and other department stores that most of Stockton went to get things they needed.

  I gazed around as we continued to drive, then stop briefly at the various lights until after the third light, he made a right toward a restaurant called Plantanos and he pulled right up to it. “Wait right here.” He got out and came over to my side to open the door for me. In the style of a true gentleman, Callion offered his hand for me to take when I got out. He closed the door behind me and pressed a button on his key bob as the car alarm chirped. We both walked into the restaurant hand in hand and were greeted by a hostess, who he started talking to in Greek.

  She smiled at us, said something to us in Greek again before picking up two menus and said, “Come,”

  We followed her past some of the other tables that were occupied with couples and families until we came to a candlelit table set off in a dark corner.

  He even pulled the chair out for me to sit in, scooting me towards the table a bit.

  “Thank you,”

  “You are very welcome.” He went to sit down as the hostess gave us our menus.

  I opened mine to look. Everything sounded so good and I was having a hard time trying to figure out what I wanted to eat.

  “Do you know what you want to eat?”

  “I can’t figure out what I want, what would you suggest?” I replied.

  “Well, why don’t I order for us both, if that’s alright with you?”

  “Of course, I trust you.” I smiled.

  He then looked around and grabbed the attention of the waiter, who was an older lo
oking gentleman with jet black curly hair.

  His smile reminded me of Callion’s. Now that I really studied the man while he was taking the order and speaking in Greek the entire time, he looked remarkably like him. Another man came over to the table, this time to fill our water glasses. He must have been at least in his twenties, with model good looks and hazel eyes that seem to mesmerize from behind black rectangular glasses… just like Callion. When they all left them alone I asked him, “I don’t mean to be umm, well—I don’t know if it will be mean or not by saying this, but those two men there look remarkably like you.”

  He grinned. “Actually, that was my Uncle, he owns this restaurant and the young guy with the glasses who filled our water is his son. Most of my family are here in the States, except for my parents who are back home in Greece. But my Uncle and his family along with some of my cousins live and work here in this town. I come here every chance I get when I want a home cooked meal. It reminds me of my mother’s cooking.”

  “Do you get the chance to go back to visit your parents?”

  “Not nearly as much as I would like to but I go for my mother’s birthday since we have a big celebration where all of the neighbors and some of my other relatives come, we have good food, good wine and music.”

  “Sounds like fun.” I smiled and I could tell in his eyes that he was reminiscing about that moment in time.