Finding Cupid

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  “We’ll have plenty of time together later, Lula,” Dake said, scooting off the bed. “But now we’ve got to get ready. We’ll stop at the coffee shop and grab some breakfast while we plan out our search.”

  “Then you will be coming with me?”

  “Yeah. It’s Sunday, so I’m off work. Zeb said Edwina’s feeling better, so she and Alfred can hold down the shop while we’re on our search mission.”

  Oh Dake, thank you, that’s wonderful! I thought I would have to go alone.” Lula sprang up into a sitting position, her breasts bouncing in the process, which didn’t help Dake’s attempts at getting his mind off the idea of pinning her against the mattress and pistoning into her. “Ooh, look how big you’ve grown,” Lula said, pointing out the obvious. “It seems such a pity to let that big hard rod go to waste.”

  Groaning, Dake came to the other side of the bed. Clasping Lula’s arms, he drew her up and on to her feet, holding her at arm’s length.

  “Please, Lula, please. If you care about me at all, in God’s name, please don’t make this any harder for me than it already is. Don’t you understand, sweetheart? I want nothing more than to sink into your depths this morning. I can’t imagine any way I’d rather start my day. But you have to go out to search for Cupid and you can’t walk around the streets of Portland with your wings flapping around in all their glory. Now be a good little nymph and go get dressed so I don’t have to look at your sweet naked body anymore, okay?”

  Lula nodded. “Okay. I’ll be good. I don’t want to leave you with unpleasant memories of me after I’ve gone.”

  Dake stilled at Lula’s words. He didn’t want to think about her leaving. No more wings, no more flying… Yup, the amazing little nymph was definitely going to be a hard act to follow. He gazed into her eyes, feeling that strange connection he’d felt before. As if he’d known Lula forever.

  Dropping his hands from her arms, he shook the ridiculous thought from his head. Hell, that was just his overly eager dick talking.

  “I have an idea,” Lula said, her voice slow and sultry as she drew invisible patterns on his chest with one finger.

  When she sank to her knees before him, Dake felt his entire body shudder. Then her finger was drawing circles through the hair at his groin. Lord have mercy.

  “Lula…”

  “Sit here on the edge of the bed, Dake.” She patted the mattress. “I want to give that big beautiful extended cock of yours a proper good morning greeting.”

  Like a mindless zombie, Dake followed her orders, only to feel every muscle and nerve ending constrict as she dragged her little pink tongue up and down the length of his dick, circling at the sensitive cap. Before he could string two words together in response, Lula captured his cock between her breasts and purred.

  Dake looked down as she squeezed her beautiful tits against him. In and out…back and forth. The play of dark against light was mesmerizing as her pale flesh enveloped his darker, purple-crowned shaft.

  “We won’t have to worry about my wings this way,” she cooed, swiping her tongue across her lips as she looked up into his eyes and smiled. “Oh Dake, my nipples ache so for your touch,” she said and his gaze shot immediately to the rigid, crinkled peaks crowning her breasts, “but one firm tug from your fingers could so easily catapult me into orgasmic bliss that I dare not risk it.”

  Oh yeah, she was going to be a hard act to follow.

  As Lula continued her mission Dake threaded his fingers through her hair, sifting through the strands. “You’re fucking amazing, Lula, you know that?”

  “Yes, I find that I can be quite amazing when I put my mind to it,” she responded simply.

  The laughter bubbling up from Dake’s throat was cut off midstream as Lula gave his sandwiched cock a warm, wet lick and his balls tightened.

  “Cover my breasts with your male essence, Dake.”

  And, God help him, he did just that before she’d even finished her sentence. A primal shout tore from Dake’s throat as stream after stream of hot cum spurted against Lula’s milky breasts. If his cock wasn’t spent, hadn’t been rendered lifeless, he would have climaxed again just from watching his sweet little nymph lift her generous breasts to her lips, lapping his fluid from her flesh as she made satisfied purring sounds.

  When Lula was finished, she looked up at Dake, a wicked nymph grin firmly affixed. “Good morning, Dakin,” she said, hopping to her feet and traipsing into the bathroom to get ready.

  ———

  “I’ll have a couple of eggs over easy, bacon, hash browns and rye toast,” Dake said to the server after Zeb had placed his order when Lula wasn’t ready to make a decision yet.

  “Do you have hot fudge sundaes?” Lula asked, still perusing the menu.

  “Sorry,” the server answered. “Only what’s on the menu.”

  “They make a fabulous Dutch Baby baked pancake,” Zeb suggested. “Served with lots of butter, fresh lemon wedges and powdered sugar.”

  “Oh that sounds heavenly.” Lula beamed a smile. “May I have that?” she asked the server, who smiled as he jotted her order.

  “You’re usually a coffee-only guy in the morning, Dakin,” Zeb observed once the server had left. “Work up an appetite last night, did you?” He hid his smile with the steaming cup of coffee he raised to his lips.

  “And this morning too,” Lula cheerfully piped up before Dake had a chance to respond. “Although I was actually the one who did all the work this morning, right, Dake?” She leaned in close to Zeb and whispered, “We couldn’t risk my wings popping out.” She winked and Zeb winked back.

  Dake choked, practically spewing his coffee across the table. Zeb gave him a hearty clap on the back while Dake coughed into his napkin.

  “May I say you look positively lovely today?” Zeb said, ignoring his brother’s obvious discomfort at her revelation. That drew Dake’s attention to Lula’s black silk tank top, black jeans and black flat-heeled shoes. “The contrast of the black against your fair skin is delicious,” Zeb added, while Dake’s gaze returned to Lula’s top and the twin peaks at her breasts poking at the silk.

  It’s a damn good thing he was sitting down, otherwise he’d be giving everyone in the coffee shop an in-your-face view of his erection.

  “Thank you, Zebulon. I wore the knee-high boots and sheer black nightie over my black bra last night and Dake said I looked like a gothic punk mistress or something like that.” She waved her hand with a flit.

  Dake groaned, remembering Lula in the hot, oddly sexy getup.

  “I’m grateful Dake explained that my panties should be worn under my jeans rather than over them,” she went on.

  “Shhh,” Dake cautioned. “Not so loud, Lula.”

  “Okay,” she whispered. “Although I think it’s a shame,” she added in her regular speaking voice. “No one can see how pretty my panties are now unless I slip off my jeans.”

  “Jesus, don’t even think about it, Lula,” Dake warned, giving the too-interested guy at the next table the evil eye.

  Lula just laughed. “Well, of course not. I’m not about to violate an Earth protocol.” She sipped from her black coffee and frowned. “This liquid is harsh. I don’t think I like it.”

  “Add some cream and sugar,” Zeb said, gesturing to the items on the table, and Lula added both, sipping again and smiling this time. “So tell me, darling,” Zeb asked, “how do we go about finding Cupid? I don’t suppose you have a map or a two-way radio or something like that.”

  Lula trilled a sigh. “There was a map, but I left it behind. And one of my satchels was equipped with a pair of communication devices but…” She dropped her gaze and sighed again.

  “I’m just hopeless, Zebulon. As hard as I try, I just don’t seem to fit in with the other students. They’re all so organized, so studious and well-prepared. It’s not that I don’t make every effort, it’s just that I…well, I keep making one foolish mistake after another because I’m so absentminded.”

  “There, there,�
�� Zeb soothed, patting Lula’s hand. “You’re only human.” Slanting Zeb a forlorn look, Lula shook her head. “Ah yes,” he nodded, “I’d almost forgotten. Well, I’m sure the nymph population makes its share of mistakes too. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Dakin and I love you just the way you are, don’t we, Dakin?” Zeb cornered Dake with a smile as Lula gazed at Dake with hopeful expectation.

  No, uh-uh. Dake didn’t just toss the L-word around like empty peanut shells at a pub. There was no way his buttinski brother was going to drag an undying pledge of love from his lips, and Dake knew damn well that’s what Zeb was ultimately after.

  Taking the cue from Zeb, Dake patted Lula’s hand. “Lula’s a peach. A real doll.”

  “A peach,” Lula said thoughtfully. “I’ve never been compared to a piece of fruit before. Why am I like a peach, Dake?” She turned those big wide inquisitive eyes on him and his head felt as empty as a scarecrow’s.

  “Uh…because you’re…I don’t know, Lula, it’s just an expression, that’s all.” He certainly couldn’t tell her the first thing that popped into his head, like the fact that he loved the way her plump, ripe flesh had just the right amount of give under his fingers.

  “It’s because you’re so soft, sweet, juicy and delicious, darling,” Zeb said, giving Lula a peck on the cheek. “You’ll have to forgive my brother, he’s romantically challenged.” Zeb arched an eyebrow at Dake.

  Fortunately, the food was served before Dake could act on his initial impulse and flick a snap against his brother’s thick skull.

  “If I were to compare you to a fruit, Dake,” Lula said, cutting into her pancake, “it would have to be a—”

  Dake’s hand shot up as he glanced at nearby diners. Why the hell did they have to cram the tables so damn close together in these places anyway? “Don’t say it, okay, Lula? I get the idea.”

  “But…”

  Zeb covered Lula’s hand. “He can be such an inconsiderate beast sometimes. Just ignore him. Pretend he isn’t even here.”

  “You’re trying to manufacture trouble where there isn’t any, Zeb,” Dake accused, “and I don’t appreciate it.”

  “You shouldn’t have cut Lula off that way. She was trying to return the compliment, that’s all.”

  “By comparing me to a banana?” Dake said, regretting it as soon as the words tumbled out of his mouth only to be met by polite giggles from the next table. “Aw shit,” he mumbled, doing his best to hide behind his cup of coffee.

  “Oh, I never thought of a banana,” Lula said. “But I do suppose that would be suitable. I was thinking of a pomegranate, actually.”

  Dake screwed his features into an expression of bewilderment. “A what?”

  “The red fruit with the juicy seeds inside. You know, tough, hard exterior that’s difficult to penetrate,” Lula explained, “but a nice sweet, tender surprise inside.” She smiled before depositing a forkful of pancake on her tongue. “Mmmmm!” She nodded enthusiastically. “You were right, Zebulon. This is truly delicious.”

  “Good, sweetheart. I thought you’d like it.” Zeb smiled at Lula. Turning a reproving look on his brother, he said, “Now don’t you feel like a complete jackass, Dakin?”

  “Well, how was I supposed to know?”

  “By remembering what Mom always said,” Zeb explained. “You have two ears and one mouth so that you can listen twice as much as you speak.”

  “Mmm-hmm.” Lula nodded, swallowing another mouthful of pancake. “I remember that one. My parents would often quote Epictetus when I was a blossoming young nymphet.”

  Dake and Zeb exchanged surprised looks. “Who was this Epicure guy?” Dake asked. “Somebody on,” he lowered his voice to a whisper, “Mount Olympus?”

  “I must admit I’ve never heard of Epictetus either,” Zeb said, digging into his vegetarian omelet.

  “Epictetus lived in the first century,” Lula said. “I learned all about him in my Stoicism philosophy class. He was born a Greek and later became a Roman slave. Eventually he was known as one of the Stoic philosophers. That was the school of philosophy founded in three-hundred-eight BC upon the teachings of Zeno of Citium. The Epictetus quote I’ve always liked the best is, Bear in mind that you should conduct yourself in life as at a feast. I do my best to heed those words.”

  She wasted no time stuffing another piece of the eggy pancake into her mouth, her eyelids drifting closed as tiny moans of satisfaction hummed in her throat. They were the same blissful sounds Dake loved to hear when they were making love.

  “Wise words indeed,” Zeb agreed. “You may be absentminded, Lula, my dear, but I’m betting you’re every bit as sharp as your fellow classmates—probably even smarter.”

  “No shit,” Dake added. “That’s some brainy stuff, Lula.”

  She hiked one shoulder in an elegant shrug. “It’s true, I’m very smart. Brilliant at times. But my daydreaming and problem with being too easily distracted often overshadow my intelligence.”

  “Your Exodus quote—” Dake began.

  “Epictetus,” Lula reminded him.

  “Yeah, whatever. Anyway, it reminds me of one of my own personal favorites. You only go around once in life, so you gotta grab all the gusto you can. Schlitz, 1970s.” Dake sat back and grinned.

  “Yes, the idea is quite similar.” Lula looked thoughtful. “However, I’m not familiar with that quotation or this Schlitz. Was he a philosopher?”

  Zeb rolled his eyes and tsked. “It’s from an old beer commercial,” he said with distaste. “Beer trivia is about the extent of my brother’s cultural aptitude.”

  Lula gazed at Dake, a sweet smile lighting her features. “I like beer. It has long been a favorite of the gods,” she said, adding one more gold star to her already perfect list of attributes as far as Dake was concerned. What a woman!

  “May I have some of your money?” Lula asked.

  Reaching into his back pocket for his wallet, Dake shrugged. “Sure. How much do you need?”

  “I don’t really know. I’m not familiar with your currency. Enough to purchase a big bag full of those crusty bread rolls I saw in the glass case as we came in.” Lula pointed to the front of the café. “And enough pats of this butter to go along with them.” She fingered the gold foil-wrapped butter pats on the small plate at the center of the table.

  “Are you sure that’s enough to tide you over until dinner?” Dake teased.

  “They’re not for me,” Lula said, clearly missing the humor.

  “Uh…so, what—you’re taking them to Cupid?”

  “While I’m sure the rolls would be a welcome offering, I’m afraid Cupid would suspect I’m trying to gain his favor through devious means.”

  “She doesn’t want him to think she’s a suck-up,” Zeb clarified, as if Dake was a dimwit.

  “Thanks, Einstein, I know what she meant. You want to take them back to Olympus with you?”

  Lula shook her head, swallowing a mouthful of her breakfast and making that purring noise again.

  “No, I want to give them to the people who sit on the streets. The ones who look so lost and forlorn, as if they’re about to weep. I saw so many of them when I went trying to find Cupid yesterday after Cinnamus dropped me off. It makes my heart sad to see them. And I feel guilty enjoying such a sumptuous feast as this while I suspect they are hungry.”

  “She must be talking about the homeless,” Dake said to Zeb, who nodded in agreement. “That’s really very sweet of you, Lula. Sure, we’ll buy as many rolls as you like. But keep in mind that you still need to be cautious, okay? Just because somebody is homeless doesn’t necessarily mean they’re a nice or safe person.”

  “Dakin’s right, Lula,” Zeb said.

  “You need not worry.” She nodded confidently. “I read the section on street smarts in the last chapter of my textbook.”

  “That’s good,” Dake said, forking a hunk of golden hash browns and remembering Lula’s reported encounter with a couple of scumbags she’d kneed in the groin before
she found Zeb’s shop. “So tell me, Lula, how do we go about finding Cupid?”

  “When Cinnamus brought me to Earth in his chariot, he landed in the waterfront park. If I can’t find Cupid, that’s the place I must return to in two days to await the academy’s chariot for the journey back to Olympus. Cinnamus told me Cupid’s headquarters was within walking distance from the park, so it can’t be very far. I thought perhaps we could traverse the surrounding area and ask if anyone might know of Cupid’s whereabouts.”

  “I don’t think so, Lula.” Dake snickered. “People will think we’re nuts.”

  “Nonsense. This is Portland, Dakin,” Zeb pointed out. “Kooks abound.”

  “You should kn—”

  “Really, Dakin,” Zeb cut in, “this isn’t the time for snide remarks. Let’s focus on the issue at hand, okay?”

  Dake gave a begrudging nod. He didn’t know why in the hell he always seemed to resort to juvenile comebacks with Zeb. “Sorry. Just habit, I guess.” Zeb nodded in acceptance of Dake’s explanation. “I suppose you and Lula are right. After all, we don’t seem to have much choice. Without a map or address to go on, we’re pretty much clueless. Christ, I hate asking for directions.”

  “This will be a perfect chance for you to get in touch with your inner—” Zeb cringed when he glimpsed Dake’s warning glare. “Sorry. Just habit, I guess.” The brothers shared a smile.

  Dake pulled the walking map of the city out of his pocket, opening it and slapping it on the tabletop. “We’ll start from here,” he tapped a fingertip against their present location on the map, “and work our way north for a few blocks. Then we’ll scour the area street by street until we get back here to our starting point.”

  “I think we should separate to save time, Dake,” Zeb suggested. “I’ll go this way,” he smoothed his fingertip along the map, “and you and Lula can go that way.”

  “If you let me have the map, we can split up three ways to save even more time,” Lula said, tapping the map. “I’ll go down this street by myself, while you—”