“How’d it go?” Jerome asks as I drop the box of sausage links at his feet. “You get some vag from vegan Val?” My best friend starts gyrating to the R&B music playing in the shop.
“Not yet, but I will.”
Jerome laughs. “You think just because you got to finger fuck that girl yesterday she’s gonna fall all over your jock?”
I shrug. “That’s usually how it happens.”
“She’s got innocence written all over her pretty face. You got lucky, Johnson. Besides, vegans don’t eat meat or animal byproducts.”
He’s losing me here. “Okay...I’m not trying to get the girl to eat my dick, Jerome.”
“You really want a spitter?” His brows raise. “Ain’t nobody got time for that nonsense.”
Ahhh. Semen. “You think?”
“I dunno, dude. I’m just saying. I did a little research after meeting one of their employees, Vickie, a few days ago—”
“Vickie, eh?”
“Yeah. So, she’s a vegan too, and I had to see what that shit was all about...if she was even worth my time, you know?”
“And you’ve determined?”
“Fuck naw, man. That bitch was already playing hard to get. Trying to guilt me into eating tofu. Men don’t eat fucking tofu.” His face puckers in disgust, and I can’t help but laugh.
Valerie, Vickie, and Vanessa, the vegans. I’m starting to wonder if my little vixen isn’t playing the part for her job. What kind of fucking coincidence is it that they all have names beginning with V? I’ll be heartbroken if I find out she’s not really a Cooter.
“Yeah, well, I’ll take my chances.”
“I’ll bet you five hundred bucks you can’t get that girl to swallow your nut.”
Feeling a little confident after last night, I accept his wager. “You’re on.”
FOR THE PAST TWO weeks, Val’s avoided me like the plague. I’ve been doing my homework, though, keeping an eye on the bagel shop, making note of which girl works and when.
On Mondays and Tuesdays, Val opens and Vickie closes. Wednesday through Friday, their shifts are opposite. Vanessa is there from about 8:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. every day, leaving whichever girl is on the night shift to close. On the weekends, they have a completely different crew.
It’s Friday evening, around 10:30 p.m., and Jerome and I have just finished closing up. Pete’s Meats has been doing really well. We stay busy from the time we open ’til the time we close, which has left little time for me to try to win our wager. I’ve seen Val a few times in passing, getting no more than a casual wave. I’m getting the sense that she’s purposely trying to avoid me. So, when I’m locking up and notice that the lights are still on next door, I decide it’s high time I pay my pal a visit.
“Hey, Jerome?” I holler out into the parking lot, cupping my hands around my mouth. “Just head home. I’ll get a Lyft.”
“Womp, womp, womp, wooommmp,” he sings loudly to the tune of “Let’s get it On.” Placing his hands on the top of the door, he starts humping the air. The dude really is too fucking much.
I give him the finger as I try the door. Locked. Good girl. After knocking a few times, Val finally appears through the swinging double doors behind the counter. The look on her face morphs from annoyance to shock before quickly settling on agitation.
“You can’t be here,” she says, glancing around the dark parking lot as she unlocks and pulls the door open just enough to poke her nose and mouth through. It takes all the restraint I can muster not to lick those luscious lips.
Instinctively, my tongue darts out to moisten my own. “I was about to head home and noticed your light still on. Thought I’d come by and see if you needed any help closing up.” The scent of her perfume floods my nostrils, sending a jolt right to my dick.
Her face softens and her lips turn up into a half smile. “That’s sweet, Peter, but I’ve got it.” She begins to shut the door, and I wedge my foot in the opening.
“Can I come inside and hang out ’til you’re finished? It really isn’t safe for you to be here alone this late.”
Val’s cheeks pinken. Fuck, she’s hot.
“You worried about me, butcher?” Her lips quirk into a sly smile as she opens the door a little wider.
Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I roll it through slowly, enjoying the way her eyes are suddenly fixated on my mouth. “Maybe a little.”
She glances around the lot again before pulling the door the rest of the way open and ushering me inside. “Lock the doors and follow me. If Vanessa shows up, you better haul ass out the back exit.” She turns to face me, raising her brows. “Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I give her a Boy Scout salute.
She nods. “Good.”
Valerie leads me back into the kitchen where she immediately resumes washing the dishes. “You can have a seat at that counter over there. I’m almost done.”
I walk over to the stainless counter, plopping down on the edge of a stool. There’s a college algebra book opened and a notebook she’s obviously been working in.
“You in school?” Way to ask the obvious.
Val finishes washing the bowl she’s holding and dries her hands off on her apron. “Yeah. I’m taking some courses over at the community college.” The pride in her face makes me want to fuck her. Okay, her mere existence makes me want to fuck her, but it is really cute. Sexy, even.
I nod. “What’s your major?”
“English-lit. I’m going to teach high school.”
I choke. My eyes rove up and down her hot little body.
“Why are you shaking your head?” she asks. I didn’t even realize I was.
“You can’t teach high school boys, Valerie. They will eat you alive...”
She giggles, shaking her head.
“Haven’t you heard of Mary K. Letourneau?” Her brows dip in confusion. “Seriously? Do you even watch the news? Teach pre-school. You should be safe with four-year-olds.” I nod, rising from my seat and walking over to join her at the sink. Placing both hands on the edge of the basin, I lean forward, my face turned toward hers.
“Safe?” she snorts.
“They won’t be trying to get in your panties.”
She barks out a laugh, dropping the rag into the sink. Her eyes gaze up at me from beneath her long dark lashes. “What panties?” Val whispers, her voice low and slow, her eyes glazing over with lust.
My throat thickens. My dick twitches in my jeans. “You are too hot for high school, Miss Cooter,” I grumble.
She smirks. The look of defiance on her face makes it clear that I’m not going to change her mind.
My head falls forward in defeat. “We’ll have to get you some panties then.”
“You didn’t seem to mind it the other day.” She drops the rag from her hand once again with a plop, turning her face back to mine. I can feel the heat from her breath. Smell the strawberry candy she’s swirling around in her mouth.
I swallow, shaking my head. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“About my lack of underwear?”
“About all of it...The way you taste.” I reach out, touching my thumb to her lips as her eyes flutter closed. “How wet you were for me.” Her breath hitches. “The way your tight little pussy clenched around my finger when you came in my hand.” A moan slips from her parted lips.
“Peter,” she whispers. It’s a plea. Desperate and wanting. So fucking sexy.
“You’ve been thinking of me too,” I husk, moving to stand behind her. I mold the front of my body to her back, towering over her tiny frame. Leaning forward, I whisper into her ear. “Haven’t you?”
A tremor moves through her body. Her hand lifts and reaches over her shoulder to rub the scruff on my cheek. “I can’t, Peter. I-I need this job.” But her body betrays her as her head bobs in a nod. Val presses her ass into my dick, another contradiction to her words. She curls her fingers around my neck, pulling on the back of my head, lowering my face further until my lips are pre
ssing into the crook of her neck.
I grab the back of her thigh, running my hand slowly around to the front and trailing it up her leg. When I’m no more than an inch from her pussy, I pause, squeezing her inner thigh.
Val’s legs press together as she squirms in my arms. “Peter,” she whimpers.
“Yeah?” I breathe out, nipping at her ear as I move my hand another fraction of an inch higher.
Her hand is suddenly on my dick, rubbing through the fabric of my jeans. “Please,” she begs. Yes. God, yes.
The mewling sound she’s making has me ready to burst. Trailing the remainder of the short distance, I slip under her skirt and cup her in my hand. With the heel of my palm, I begin massaging her clit while running my middle finger through her slick folds. She’s so wet. So tight. So ready.
Johnson is screaming to get inside, but I don’t want the night to end just yet. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you, pretty girl?”
A loud moan. “Yes.” Her hand clenches on my hard cock as she rocks back into me. Her ass. Dear Lord. It’s perfection.
Making quick work of my belt, I unfasten my jeans, letting them fall to my ankles, but not before grabbing my wallet from the back pocket. As I retrieve the foil packet I’ve been carrying around for two weeks, her top comes off, revealing the most perfect handful of breasts I’ve ever seen.
“Hold on to the sink with both hands, Val,” I instruct as I rip the condom open with my teeth and roll it onto my throbbing dick.
She does as I instruct, bending over with her legs parted. Her long, strawberry blond hair hangs over one shoulder as she looks back at me over the other, begging for it with lust swirling in her eyes.
I begin stroking my cock as she looks on in wonderment.
“My God, that’s hot.”
I send her a wink before leaning forward and resting the head at her entrance. Teasing her for a minute, I run it up and down her slit, slowly spreading her arousal over her clit and back to her ass. Val’s breathing picks up as I swirl the tip of my dick around her tiny puckered hole. Her body jerks as if she’s afraid. “Not yet,” I groan, moving back to her pussy. I love watching her squirm.
“Come home with me?” I hear myself ask before I’ve even had time to process the thought.
Valerie’s eyes narrow as she tries to push back and force me inside.
I chuckle. “I’ll give you what you want...a quick hard fuck to hold you over...but only after you promise to come back to my place. I want to play with you a while, baby girl. I’ve been fantasizing about this body for weeks. I need more than a few minutes.” I push forward, giving her just the tip.
Her body jerks and she nods her head. “F-fuck me, Peter!” she shouts in horny frustration.
I’m fascinated with this girl. It’s like I’m living in an episode of Girls Gone Bad or something. Goody two-shoes by day and a freak by night.
Gripping her hair in my fist, I pull as I thrust my hips forward, entering her tight cunt. If she weren’t so wet, I’d probably have ripped her in half.
Valerie releases a loud moan as she arches her back. She’s white-knuckled, gripping the rim of the sink as I begin to rock in and out. Warm, wet silk squeezes my shaft. It’s even better than I imagined.
“Pete! Yes—oh God...just like that.”
With a tight grip on her hips to control her frenzied movements, I force her to slow down. Nipping at her ear, I reach around to rub her sensitive nub.
Val’s body goes weak in my hold as her knees start to buckle. Her entire body is trembling. “Not yet,” I whisper, slipping all the way out before she finds her release.
Valerie groans in protest as I spin her around to face the metal counter behind us and bend her over it, face down.
“Hold on tight, pal,” I instruct as I pump my swollen cock with one hand and slap her ass with the other.
She gasps in surprise. “Did you just—ohh—” she moans as I slam into her without warning “—hit...me?” Each word comes out with a pant.
Fuckin’ right I did. I slap it again in answer, feeling a surge of blood rush to my dick at the sight of my hand connecting with her flesh. “You like that, pretty girl?”
“Harder, Pete.” She releases one hand from the edge of the counter, trailing it down between her legs. Fuck me. My entire body heats as she begins rubbing her clit. She moans and her pussy clenches tight, milking my release with hers. “I’m gonna...”
“Let go,” I groan, feeling every muscle in my body tense as my dick fills with hot cum. With quick, hard strokes, I slam into her, filling the condom as she explodes on my cock.
“YOU HAVE A REALLY nice place.” Val’s eyes widen as she pulls her Kia into the driveway of the townhouse I share with Jerome. I can’t help but notice the tremor in her voice. Like she’s suddenly nervous. She should be. We hardly know each other. This is crazy.
“Thanks. You live nearby?”
She laughs. “No. I, uh, I live on the other side of the tracks.”
She’s giving me a look like I should know what that means, but I’m not really familiar with the town yet.
“It’s not as nice,” she offers, recognizing the confusion on my face. She shrugs her shoulders as she turns away from me to exit the car.
I retrieve her backpack from behind the passenger seat before motioning for her to follow me to the door.
Val scurries to my side. It’s a cool night, and she’s barely covered in her skirt and sleeveless top. I try not to stare at the nipples straining against the silk fabric of her top. “Why’d you grab that? I didn’t come here to do school work.” She folds her arms over her chest, running her hands up and down her biceps to ward off a chill. “W-we’ve got better thi-things to do.” Her teeth are chattering as she tries to waggle her brows, not quite pulling off the look she’s going for.
“I’m really good at math,” I answer as I twist the key in the lock and push the door open with my foot.
“Okay...” She stares, questioning me with those big amber eyes.
Placing a hand on the small of her back, I usher her into the house before she freezes to death. “You’re not.”
Val’s mouth falls open, and I tuck my finger under her chin to push it closed before placing a soft kiss on her pouty lips.
“How would you know?”
“I looked over your answers while I was waiting for you to finish washing the dishes.”
She stares at me with annoyance, or maybe it’s just embarrassment.
“They’re all wrong,” I say, dropping her bag on the kitchen table. “Sit.”
Her arms cross over her chest, and she cocks a hip to the side. Stubborn as a fucking mule. I love it.
Ignoring her little standoff, I take my own seat at the table, unzip her bag, and pull out her algebra book and notebook. “I’m going to show you how to work these quadratic equations...Sit.”
Val stares a moment longer before a big grin splits her face. “Thank you,” she says, blushing.
“You’re welcome.”
“You don’t have to do this...”
“We’re pals, Val. That’s what friends are for, right?”
“Yeah...I guess we are,” she says with a look of defeat.
“You guess?” I scoff, rolling my eyes. “I just fucked the shit out of you not twenty minutes ago, Val. We’re fucking pals.” Literally. “Stop trying to fight destiny.”
She shakes her head, and the giggle that falls from her lips makes my heartbeat quicken. “I’m sure a vegan and a butcher are the exact opposite of destined, Pete.” It doesn’t escape my notice that she’s no longer calling me Peter.
“Opposites attract, baby girl. Besides, I’m not convinced you’re not a closet meat whore. I think I can turn you yet.”
I spend the next hour and a half tutoring Valerie with a raging hard-on. By the time she finally has all her problems corrected, I’m ready to serve her ass a big bratwurst right here on the kitchen table.
Val lets out an exaggerated yawn as sh
e finishes packing up her bag. “Wow, it’s getting late.” She taps the home button on her phone to bring up the time. “It’s almost one in the morning!”
“Do you need to go?” Please say no. Please say no.
She fidgets nervously. “Do you want me to go?”
“Wouldn’t have invited you over if I did. But, if you need to get home...I understand.”
“I guess I could text my mom and tell her I’m sleeping over with a friend.” Her face turns red, and she looks like she’s about to vomit. “Oh my God. I mean...shit. You didn’t invite me to sleep over. I definitely should not sleep over. We hardly know each—”
Reaching across the table, I rest my hand on top of hers and wait for her to look up at me. I suck in my cheeks, giving my best effort not to laugh at her humiliation. How she goes from this mousy little thing to a sexy siren is beyond me. “Val...you are more than welcome to spend the night. If it makes you more comfortable, you can lock yourself in my room, and I’ll take the couch. Or you can go home.” Lifting my hand, I run my thumb across her lower lip, and she sucks in a breath. “Don’t get all worked up...at least not over this.”
Valerie rises from her chair and sashays around the table until she stands before me. After a brief moment of hesitation, she lifts her skirt to straddle me in my seat. “I think I wanna stay,” the temptress whispers as she leans forward, running her tongue over my jaw.
“Yeah?” I rasp.
Her head bobs.
I slip my hands beneath her hiked up skirt, cupping and squeezing her bare ass. “And, um...” I moan as she grinds against my cock. “Do I get to at least tuck you in?”
Val lifts herself onto her toes and reaches between us, unzipping my jeans and freeing my erection. Then she sits, sheathing me in warm, wet ecstasy. “Oh fuck,” I moan loudly, taking a moment to simply appreciate the way she feels wrapped around my dick. Then I yank her top down with my teeth and watch her perky little tits pop free.
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