Joycee noticed him when he walked in, mostly because the waitress at the cafe had a warm smile and a hug for him, which seemed strange. Joycee was a regular here and had never seen him, and she had never seen the waitress greet anyone so informally.
He was tall, brown-skinned, with black hair and black eyes. Normally, he would have been a little scary-looking, but the waitress's reaction to him was completely relaxed.
"Hi Abel! How you doing babe?" She said with a big smile and a wink.
"Better now, Honey," he replied to the waitress, whose name, Joycee remembered, was actually Honey.
And then he kissed her – full on the lips! And she giggled and smiled really big before she pushed him away saying she had work to do and couldn't play.
Abel looked around for a seat, and Joycee quickly looked away, but then looked back when another lady, returning from behind the kitchen, squealed and called out to Abel, saying something about a great weekend.
Fred, the guy who owned the place, came out and gave him a big hug and, if her eyes did not deceive her, a quick little shy kiss on the lips. They looked around afterward like they wanted to make sure no one noticed.
Joycee concentrated on her coffee, but her mind was whirling. 'Who is this Abel guy and why does everyone here, including Fred, flirt with him?'
Abel sat at the counter, two stools down from Joycee. And then he looked right at her.
Targeted.
The moment Abel got close to Joycee, she noticed that the air became thick. Her nose picked up his nice smell and it reminded her of a slow summer morning.
"You must be wondering why I kissed Fred?" Abel suddenly asked. Joycee spit coffee out of her nose and blushed.
Was this guy really talking to her? Abel got up from his stool and sat down on the one next to Joycee. She got a deeper whiff of his lovely scent.
"Not at all!" She answered. "I mean I don't care who you kiss. Although, I am a regular here and I never noticed he was into men."
"He wasn't; before me."
His arm brushed against hers when he sat down. She felt a heat lingering on the spot. Normally, Joycee would have been shocked that this guy had the audacity to even move next to her. She could honestly say she was a knockout and much better-looking guys hit on her all the time. Generally, she was sick of it but somehow, this time, it wasn't bothering her. In fact, she felt sort of excited and happy. He smelled so good and was so nice to everyone, and kind of nice to look at.
"I decided a long time ago to find some joy in my life, and not let things get in the way of that if there was any way at all to avoid it," Abel said with a serious and very earnest expression on his rugged face. "Haven't you ever seen someone and just instantly thought about having sex with them?"
"What?" Joycee was shocked, but she blushed. Of course, she had seen good-looking men and fantasized about what they were like in the sack. But why was she replying to this guy? Damn it! She didn't even know him.
"Name's Abel. You must know me though – I came to the hospital a few days ago to collect my blood test result? For STDs?" Abel looked at her questioningly.
Coffee long forgotten, Joycee stared back. Yes, she did remember him. She remembered that he was kind and had patiently waited when she had mixed up some papers. She hadn't remembered him being this attractive, however. Certainly not this forward!
"I'm as clean as this counter," Abel proclaimed with great pride, pointing to the spotless countertop. "Honey does nice work here, and there," he said while looking up and winking at her. Honey blushed and shushed him, getting back to her other customers.
Joycee smiled and looked directly at him. Suddenly, she felt calm; very much at ease. She smiled slightly and Abel took this as his cue to continue.
"Back to what I was saying. I'm going to take your silence for a yes: You have seen people that you immediately wanted to have sex with. So why not just fuck that person?" He asked as calmly as you might ask about the weather.
"Because there are a lot of things that I need to consider! I can't just go around and be like "Hiya buddy, wanna fuck?" Joycee sputtered.
Abel laughed. This chick was going to be fun.
"Well, let's say that the person is me. It'll be easier to explain. So why, specifically, won't you fuck me? And please, don't give that STD bullshit. We both know that I'm clean."
Joycee was caught off guard. All of this was happening so quickly. She just wanted to have a cup of coffee, damn it.
"Because I don't know you!!" Joycee said in a shocked voice. "You could be a rapist or some shit!"
"Ok, that's a valid concern and one I've heard before," Abel nodded. "Let's think about this: How many people know you are here?"
Joycee thought about it for a minute. "Well, Fred and Honey of course. And I've known them a long time; I've come here for years."
"Anyone else?" Abel asked.
"Yeah, actually, I told my roommate that I was coming down for a late-night coffee, so she would know where I was," Joycee said.
"Right, so at least people would know where you are. Another thing you can do is take a picture of me, and my ID, and text it to someone you trust so they know who you are with."
Abel pulled out his wallet and held up his ID under his chin.
"Go ahead, take a pic," Able insisted.
Joycee fumbled around in her purse for her phone and then took a couple of pictures.
"Look, this doesn't mean I'm going to do anything, you know that right?" She said and Abel nodded.
"What would I say on my text?" She asked.
"Just that you are with me, and to call the police if you don't check in after a couple hours?" Abel advised.
"Oh... that makes sense," Joycee said as she sent the text to her roommate. "Where did you learn about this?"
"Well, I had a really lovely night, years ago, with a woman named Sophie. We met at a bar and we started fooling around back at her place. She asked me for my ID right in the middle of me unzipping her dress. She said that I seemed so safe that she actually forgot about her golden rule. I was a little scared at first, but I figured she was worth being ID'd for. She was so hot! And I knew I wasn't going to hurt her."
"She had some problem with her phone, and after she finally sent the text, we were so frustrated at the delay that we practically tore each other's clothes off."
Able leaned closer and lowered his voice. "We started in the bedroom, but after we fucked on her bed, I took her in the bathroom and made her watch herself getting fingered in the mirror."
Joycee sat there with her mouth open. Did this guy really just describe himself fucking another woman to her? And did he really just mention one of Joycee's all-time bucket list fantasies? She had always wanted to watch herself get fucked in a mirror, and had never had the guts to ask a lover to do that. It just seemed so... tacky. Pornographic. Or something.
Abel watched her face, seeing that she was a little flustered but also intrigued. She noticed him watching, waiting and realized he was just letting her work through it in her own time.
"What if you're in a relationship?" She blurted out. "I just will not be the 'other woman'. I don't want to hurt anybody or break anyone up."
"Well, you just saw me kiss them," Abel said, pointing to his fan club, "They have all known me for years and can vouch for me, I'm very much single." He held up his hands, showing an empty ring finger, and flashed Joycee a smile that somehow made her feel ridiculously safe.
Realizing he had probably done a lot more than kiss Fred and Honey, gave her a pang of jealousy. Joycee did not mind though, she knew they were good people.
"Won't Honey be jealous?" Joycee asked.
Able turned and beckoned Honey over to the counter.
"Honey, would you mind if Joycee and I had a tumble in the sheets?" He asked quietly, just as calm as you please.
"Not at all sweet thing. We just enjoyed each other, I'm not looking for a husband," Honey answered, with a wink to Joycee. "Besides, you know I have a hot date with Fred and Lisa tonight," she continued nodding to the woman at the register. Leaning closer, she whispered "Went out and got a strap-on at lunch. I figure after years of them fucking me over in this place, I deserve to fuck them in return!" she laughed.
"And Abel, seriously, thanks for opening me up to enjoying my life?" She glanced back towards the kitchen "And for opening up Fred!"
Turning back to Joycee, she winked again, that way that only saucy waitresses can, and said "Enjoy yourself, sweetheart, he's worth the tumble" before continuing back to her work.
Joycee tore her eyes off Honey's receding form and closed her mouth which had been hanging open. She turned back to Able's kind face and found herself wanting to focus on him only. She was oblivious to the fact that the cafe was almost empty now. Abel got closer to Joycee and spread his legs so that his knee was touching Joycee's.
"So," he continued with a lower voice, "Any other concerns?"
"But what about all these people," she said under her breath while looking around the cafe. "Honey may be ok with it, but Fred and Lisa by the register? If they know, I won't ever be able to come back in here again! I'm sure they don't see me as someone who sleeps around. You will just go and brag to your friends about another conquest and I'll get a bad reputation."
"I remember once a woman who had exactly that concern. Her name was Ronda, and she lived with her family so we couldn't go to her place. I paid for a hotel room and let her pick which one. After I checked in, she snuck in the back and tore my clothes off; nearly ate me alive. I swear she really loved oral sex; couldn't get enough of my dick in her mouth."
Joycee blushed, but the thought of the wild sex certainly excited her. She found herself wondering how his cock would taste.
"I had to be very careful not to damage her clothes because she would have been so embarrassed if her mom or dad had realized we had fucked."
"Were you really thinking about her reputation at that point?"
"Oh sure! The last thing I ever want to do is damage anyone. Ever," Abel assured her.
"When we were fucking, she would say "oh, oh, oh" over and over, like she was surprised by each thrust. Just a lovely woman" Abel continued, "And when she was sucking me off, she loved my fingers deep up inside her."
Joycee couldn't help glancing at his hands. Large and strong. How would they feel all over her body? She realized that yes, he did have nice fingers. The animal in her mind growled. She would like those fingers inside of her. Joycee blushed when she felt a gush of liquid between her legs. She was so wet of all of a sudden!
Abel noticed Joycee's reaction and knew that his pheromones were working. He brought his hand to her arm and gently caressed it. Joycee looked at his hand and again, could not help but wonder how those fingers would feel inside of her.
Abel leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "So, do you have any other concerns?"
Joycee looked at him, as if unsure of why she had concerns in the first place. She was on the pill, so getting pregnant was unlikely. Suddenly she remembered something.
"Oh yeah, I do. I'm on my period! I don't know if you're comfortable with that?"
Abel laughed.
"Oh sweetheart. I'm a big boy. I think I can handle some blood. And it makes it much less likely that you would get pregnant, especially if your period just started. Any other concerns?"
"Uh-no?" Joycee shook her head, her mind whirling.
"Do you think I'm hot, then?"
He was indeed hot. His arms bulged from his shirt and he seemed so safe. If all those people trusted him, why would she not trust him?
Joycee's voice was dreamy when she answered "Yeah, you are hot. Yeah."
"Well, I think you are hot, Joycee. Why don't we fuck, sweetheart?"
Joycee's eyes slowly widened and her breathing quickened. Was she really going to fuck this gorgeous man? Her mind was a blur, and her heart was pounding. Her thoughts were thick and wild.
Yes.
Yes, she was going to fuck him. She wanted him to fuck her. Coming to this conclusion, Joycee put her hand on Abel's crotch and gently squeezed.
"Why aren't you fucking me, yet?" she whispered.
Abel beamed.
"Because I need it to be what you want," he answered. He quickly brushed a hair out of Joycee's face and turned to Fred.
"Hey, Fred? Let me lock up ok?" Joycee realized that the cafe had emptied out while they were talking.
"Sure man, no worries" Fred smiled, giving him the keys of the cafe. Fred smiled at Joycee and winked. He dismissed everyone and soon, they were alone in the small room. Abel locked the shop's door and turned back toward her.
Joycee watched how Abel walked to her, almost like a hunter stalking his prey.
Abel's attention switched back to Joycee and he stood in front of her. He grabbed her hand, lifting her up and positioning her on top of the counter. Joycee squealed as her dress rose up, revealing her creamy thighs. Abel glided his hand all over her smooth leg, leaving goosebumps all over it. Joycee's breath was nearly a pant and she kept looking into Abel's eyes. Suddenly, Joycee saw a man outside the cafe, staring at both of them. She hid her face in Abel's neck and breathed in more of his scent. This made her even more lightheaded but she managed to voice out a small "Wait!"
Abel immediately stopped. He looked at her with genuine concerns in his eyes and asked if everything was okay.
Joycee nodded and pointed at the man. "We can't fuck here, it's too public. Someone who is underage might see it."
Abel nodded and held Joycee's hand to guide her toward the washroom. He opened the door and allowed her to get in, squeezing by her plump ass as she passed in front of him. Joycee let out a giggle like she had never heard come from herself and bit her lip. She could not understand why this man had this effect on her. She kept looking at him, wanting him, feeling a bit hazy in the head but not hating the feeling.
As soon as they were into the bathroom, Abel attacked Joycee's pouty lips. He bit them and tugged, making her whimper. He moved downwards and dropped kisses all over her neck and collarbone, making sure not to leave any marks. When he reached the hem of the dress, he reached behind and unzipped it. Joycee was quick to follow as she let the dress pool under her. Abel picked up the dress and hung on it on the top of the door, making sure not to rumple it in any way.
Joycee was left in nothing but her bra and panties. Abel reached for her bra, un-clipped it, and let it fall down. He held her perky breasts and started sucking on one nipple, toying with the other one with his fingers. Joycee clenched her legs as she felt the pleasure running through her body and insisting at her core. She wrapped her hands around Abel's head and slowly started rocking her hips. Cued by this, Abel moved his legs between Joycee's legs. This allowed Joycee to grind on his jeans, making her clit rub with perfect friction.
Soon after, Abel got onto his knees and was face to face to Joycee's sopping cunt. He leaned forward and breathed in the musky smell. He noticed that her black panties had a wet spot at the edge of the pad that was stuck inside them.
