It was a Tuesday evening and the late-October sky was quickly turning dark. I was leaving work when my phone buzzed.

Christina: I’m feeling... frisky. Coffee? 

I looked down and laughed. I quickly responded, asking for an address. I then let her know that I was on my way. 

Twenty minutes later, I walked into a quaint independent coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a wine bar. 

I went to the counter and ordered a latte. While the barista prepared my drink, I glanced around the dark room. I spotted Christina immediately. She was sitting at a table in a secluded corner, gazing out the window, a cup of hot coffee cradled between her hands.

Christina wore a short skirt and an oversized knit sweater, which was slipping off one shoulder. Her hair was pulled back and her posture was relaxed. She was clearly lost in thought. 

As I approached, she looked up and smiled. “Hey, you.”

“Hey, yourself.” 

I slid into the seat across from her, gently setting my latte down on the table. 

Christina and I met at a party a month ago. We weren’t dating, but we were spending a lot of time together. Her appetite for sex is unlike any other woman I’ve ever met and I was savoring every moment I was able to spend with her.

Looking around, I whispered, “Coffee, huh? I wasn’t sure if you just wanted to hang out... or, um, something more.”

Christina tilted her head, her smile deepening. “Depends what you mean by ‘more.’”

“Well, after the past few weeks…” I said, grinning, 

She gave a small shrug, pushing a loose strand behind her ear. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Not at all. It just means that I never know what I’m walking into.”

She leaned forward slightly, her voice playful. “Today? Think mischievous.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Mischievous how?”

Christina glanced around, her eyes gleaming. “I had a thought earlier today. Silly, maybe. But once it hit me, I couldn’t shake it.”

I leaned in to match her posture. “Let’s hear it.”

She hesitated just a moment, teasing. “What if I went into the restroom…” She nodded across the large room, towards a long hallway.  “What if I went first? And you followed, say... thirty seconds later?”

I blinked. “Here?”

“Here.” Her tone was steady, daring. “Door locks. Mostly-empty coffee shop. Closing soon. And I've been thinking about your gorgeous cock all day.”

I laughed under my breath. “You are fucking unbelievable.”

She rose casually, smoothing her skirt. “And you’re still sitting.”

Without waiting for a response, Christina strolled toward the back hallway, unnoticed by the few remaining patrons, and slipped through the restroom door.

I counted in my head. Ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty. Then I stood and followed.

I entered the restroom. Christina was on the opposite side of the small room, leaning casually against the sink, her arms loosely crossed. I closed the door behind me and made sure it was locked.

The restroom was spacious for a coffee shop. It was clean and softly lit. Christina had definitely put some thought into the location.

She turned and leaned over the sink, seductively pushing her ass in my direction. Then she glanced over her shoulder with a look that screamed ‘Fuck me, now!’

I crossed the space, reached out, and wrapped one hand around her waist. I cupped her face with my other hand and pulled her into a kiss. After a few minutes, Christina broke the kiss and tugged her sweater over her head with an easy motion, revealing that she was not wearing a bra. 

My lips brushed her neck as my hands found the hem of her skirt, revealing only smooth, bare skin. “No bra, huh? And apparently no underwear. It’s almost like someone thought she might get laid tonight.” 

“I was hoping to make it easy for you,” Christina laughed, her breath warm against my ear. Bracing one hand on the mirror, she arched her back in invitation. I lifted her skirt, groaning softly at the sight of her amazing ass and her thick, glistening pussy lips. My hand found her and I slipped two fingers inside her.

With my other hand, I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, freed myself quickly, lined up, and slid inside her in one smooth thrust. Christina gasped and brought her hand to her mouth, a feeble attempt to muffle the sound of her whimpers. I held her hips steady, moving with measured, controlled strokes. Every breath, every soft moan seemed amplified in the small space, making it impossibly intimate.

“God,” she whispered, trembling beneath me. “You feel so good... don't stop fucking me.”

I didn’t. I kept fucking her, slowly at first, and then more aggressively. Finding our rhythm, I reached around her and started circling her clit with my fingers. Christina’s breathing quickened. “Oh God, Chad! I'm close!” I thrust harder, deeper, faster.

She came hard, her body locking against mine, trembling violently but silently. As her orgasm shuddered through her, I pulled out, stroking myself quickly until I came, painting her back with hot, heavy streaks.

We both stood there, both breathing hard, the low hum of music barely audible through the door. Christina grabbed some paper towels and started cleaning herself with casual ease. She tugged her sweater back on and looked at me with a satisfied grin.

“You go first.”

“And you?”

She smiled. “Just go. I'll text you or something.” 

I paused at the door, stealing one last glance before slipping out. I reached for the lock when it clicked, not from my hand, but from the outside.

My heart jumped. I stepped back instinctively as the door creaked open.

A young woman stepped in. She was in her early twenties, probably a college student. She froze mid-step.

The barista.

“Oh!” Her eyes widened. “Shit. Sorry!”

I stood frozen. Christina turned quickly, tugging her sweater down.

The girl’s cheeks flushed deep red. “I thought… I didn’t think… I was just...” Her voice trailed off as her eyes flickered over us: Christina’s disheveled skirt, my untucked shirt.

Recognition dawned slowly. Her blush deepened. “You were the couple at the corner table. Wait, were you just…”

Christina laughed out loud and cleared her throat, smoothing her sweater. “We, uh... Maybe.”

The girl took a moment, processing Christina’s words. “The coffee shop closed a few minutes ago. I thought all the customers were gone. I was just...” She hesitated, her eyes dropping once again to Christina’s rumpled appearance.

Then, surprisingly, she looked Christina up and down and smiled. She wasn’t embarrassed. She looked intrigued. “You're... wow.”

Christina tilted her head, curious. “Wow?”

The girl laughed nervously, unsure if she should push further. “You’re really pretty.”

Christina smiled. “Thanks.”

“No, like... stupid pretty,” the girl added quickly, cheeks deepening in color. “I noticed you earlier. It was... You are like… distracting.” 

Christina blinked, caught off guard.

I shifted awkwardly. “We should probably go.”

The girl hesitated. Then, softly, she pushed the door shut behind her. “Yeah, I should probably tell the two of you to leave. I should probably just lock up, go home.” Her voice was low, almost conspiratorial. “But…”

Christina’s gaze sharpened as she realized what was happening. She interrupted the barista and asked, “What do you really want?”

The girl took a deep breath and stepped closer to Christina, her eyes dropping to the floor as she worked up the courage to say the words out loud. “Can I kiss you?”

I stayed silent. Christina glanced at me. When I didn't respond, she turned back to the girl.

“Yes,” Christina said quietly, with an inviting smile. “Yes, you can.”

The girl looked up again and smiled. She took another step forward, and leaned in. Their lips met, softly at first. The girl moaned against Christina’s mouth, nerves and adrenaline blending into need. The kiss deepened, a slow build of hunger and passion.

When they finally pulled apart, the girl’s eyes were wide.

“What’s your name?” Christina asked.

“Hannah.”

“I’m Christina. This is Chad.”

They stood close, still breathing each other in. Then Hannah leaned in again, kissing Christina harder now. Her hands slid into Christina’s hair as their bodies pressed closer.

I stood against the door and watched as Christina slowly turned Hannah around and guided her backward until she was pinned lightly against the tiled wall.

Hannah’s back met the wall with a soft thud, but she didn’t flinch. Instead, she grinned, her expression half-nervous, half-daring. Christina leaned in this time, their mouths finding each other.

Their kisses deepened quickly, fueled by adrenaline and curiosity. Christina’s hands roamed with slow, deliberate confidence, skimming Hannah’s waist, sliding beneath her hoodie.

I remained frozen in place, chest tight, watching every second.

Christina pulled back slightly, her gaze raking over Hannah. “God, you're beautiful.”

Hannah blushed. She surprised Christina by unzipping her hoodie and sliding it off her shoulders, revealing only a thin, black lace bra. She proceeded to reach for the waistband of her jeans, fingers fumbling.

Christina stopped her gently, a small smile curving her lips. “Let me help.”

With deliberate care, Christina slid Hannah’s jeans down her hips, revealing matching black lace panties, already damp with anticipation. Christina dropped to her knees, tugging Hannah’s underwear down, taking a moment to admire the view.

Hannah stepped out of her clothes and widened her stance. She stood there, wearing only a bra, trembling in anticipation, with Christina kneeling between her legs.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

Hannah’s breath caught as Christina pressed a teasing kiss to the inside of her thigh. Another. Then another, higher still. Hannah’s head tipped back against the wall, her hand gripping the sink next to her for support. And then Christina’s mouth found her.

Hannah gasped, knees buckling slightly. Her free hand tangled in Christina’s hair, holding tight. The small room was filled with the desperate sounds of Hannah’s soft moans.

Christina moved with skillful ease, circling Hannah’s clit with her tongue, dipping lower, then flicking back up, coaxing Hannah higher and higher.

“Oh God! Christina…” Hannah whimpered, hips rocking into her mouth.

I groaned at the sight, painfully hard again.

Christina looked up briefly, her mouth slick, her eyes beaming with intent. “Tell me what you like,” she teased against Hannah’s skin, before sliding a finger into her wet pussy.

“Don’t stop,” Hannah breathed, trembling. “Just like that… oh my God!”

Christina’s mouth found Hannah’s clit as her hand moved faster.

Hannah’s thighs began to tremble violently. Her gasps turned frantic. “Christina… Christina! I’m gonna…”

Christina didn’t let up. She didn’t slow down.

With a sharp cry, Hannah came, her entire body locking up, shuddering helplessly against the wall, every nerve igniting under Christina’s relentless mouth.

When Hannah finally sagged against the wall, gasping, Christina rose slowly, her lips glistening, her smile wicked and satisfied. She turned toward me, her voice thick with heat. “She tastes amazing.” 

My cock twitched at the words, my bulge evident under my jeans.

Christina looked at Hannah. “Look how hard he is. Wanna share him with me?”

Hannah’s lips curved into a shaky smile. “Yeah.”

Christina stepped across the small space, her eyes gleaming. “Then come here.”

Hannah followed slowly, still unsteady from her orgasm but drawn by curiosity. She stepped in front of Christina, her face flushed, her eyes wide.

Christina nodded in encouragement. Hannah reached out, unzipped my pants, and pushed them down. She wrapped her fingers around me, tentative but confident. I groaned, hips twitching into her touch.

Christina leaned into Hannah, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. “That’s it,” Christina whispered. “Nice and slow.”

Hannah stroked me gently, getting a feel for the weight of my cock in her hand, her eyes dark with fascination. Christina’s hand joined hers.

The contrast, Christina’s practiced control and Hannah’s wide-eyed eagerness, made my whole body tighten, pleasure building fast.

Then Christina knelt, pulling Hannah down with her. They crouched together in front of me, side by side, their breath warm against my cock.

Hannah glanced at Christina, unsure. “I’ve never done this before,” she whispered. “I mean… I’ve gone down on guys before. But not with another girl.”

Christina smiled, her voice low and wicked. “Let me guide you.”

She leaned in first, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum gathering at the tip. I hissed, my hand falling to her hair. Hannah followed immediately, licking a slow, deliberate path up my shaft.

They worked together, tongues dancing over each other, trading kisses along my length, teasing me with instinctive, hungry coordination. Hannah paused a few times, giggled softly, but she didn’t stop. Christina steadied her, encouraging her to take more.

My breathing grew ragged, my thighs trembling. “Fuck,” I groaned. “I’m close.”

Hannah took me as deep as she could and held me there before pulling back, coughing. Gasping for air, she said, “I want it! In my mouth.” 

Christina leaned back just enough to meet my gaze. “Cum for us, baby,” she said, voice rough. “You heard the pretty girl, in her mouth.”

Hannah wrapped her lips around me again and took me deep. I cried out, my hips jerking forward as I came, hot and thick into Hannah’s wanting mouth.

Hannah moaned softly as she swallowed, her eyes fluttering closed. A few drops spilled onto her lips. Christina leaned in immediately, licking them clean, before pulling Hannah into a slow, filthy kiss.

I sagged back against the door, chest heaving, vision blurred, as the two beautiful women kissed, slow and lazy.

Eventually, Hannah pulled away, breathless and dazed. “That was fucking wild,” she murmured. She laughed, light and unguarded. “Oh shit... I still have to lock up.”

Christina arched an eyebrow. “Should we get out of here?”

Hannah started gathering her clothes and getting dressed. She looked at Christina and grinned. “Yeah. But first… um, maybe give me your number?”

Christina reached into her bag, pulled out her phone, and handed it over. “Here, add your number. I’ll text you mine.”

Once we were composed, we left the restroom one by one, exchanging sly smiles like conspirators slipping away from a perfect crime.

Outside, the neighborhood was dark, the streetlamps casting long shadows across the sidewalk. Hannah locked the door behind us and turned back to Christina, her voice low. “Text me. Please. I’d like to…”

Christina leaned in and kissed her one last time, slow and sure. “Count on it.”

Grinning, Hannah tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, turned, and disappeared around the corner. 

I took Christina’s hand as we walked down the quiet street toward her car. “When you said ‘more’, I had no idea…” 

Christina just punched me in the shoulder and giggled. Then she gave me a quick kiss goodnight, got into her car, and drove off into the night.