Lexi & Angelo

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I had originally written this for the 750-word contest. Life got busy and I missed the deadline, but here it is for you all to enjoy. Thanks to Comentarista82 for helping me edit.

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After dinner, Lexi brushed her teeth in the bathroom. She'd squeezed a travel-sized mouthwash into her purse and felt a sting as she gargled.

In the quiet, she imagined another girl walking in. They'd smile. And without a word, she'd know Lexi was trying to calm down the butterflies in her chest.

What the girl wouldn't know is that the man waiting back at the table would only be the second Lexi'd ever fucked. Six years with her college sweetheart had come crashing down just three months ago.

Sex was on her mind, and not just from a lack of it. Stories from her friends--of edging, "good girl", even choking--felt like myths. Like how a middle schooler would be astonished hearing about a simple blowjob. Lexi didn't need the mindblowing orgasm or the studly guy. Tonight, she just wanted a hot, throbbing cock inside her and two hands on her body. A whisper in her ear.

As she made her way back to her seat, the waitress slid the vinyl checkbook back to Angelo. Lexi let out a fake "Oh!" as she searched for her card.

"I already got it," Angelo said, pocketing his card. She admired his hands as he scribbled on the receipt. Strong, but nimble. As if the mere pressure of his two fingers could force her soul out of her body.

Lexi had barely sat down before Angelo reached for his coat. She found herself doing the same.

"So," Lexi had practiced the line in her head. "What else is around here?"

"You still haven't seen the main drag," He'd teased her earlier about only knowing their city's trendiest neighborhoods. "There's a couple cool shops I think are still open."

Outside, she felt Angelo's palm press onto her lower back. Through her sweater and wool coat, she could feel all five fingers. In that same motion, he moved to her waist, guiding her to follow.

Her heart paused, then fluttered. Lexi refused to let her face give it away.

"Ah shit," Angelo said, reading a sign on a shop door. "They just closed."

"What is it?"

"It's, like, an international shop. So, chocolates, cheeses. From basically anywhere. I love their Spanish wines."

"Spanish wine," The words made her forget where she was for a second. "I went with... a friend last summer and need to go back. You were in wine country?"

"Uh, no," he said with a small laugh. "But I think I have a bottle back at mine."

Lexi kept her poker face. "Well, I'd love to try some."

Angelo lived in a studio above an empanada shop. He poured them wine under a painting he said a friend had made.

Lexi took a sip after toasting Angelo. The tart wine caught in her throat, and she struggled to stifle a slew of coughs.

When the fit ended, Angelo's hand was under her chin. Then his lips on hers. Time had lost meaning when she realized he'd moved his mouth down to her light blue panties. Her jeans were shed somewhere on the carpet.

She hadn't felt a tongue on her in almost a year. Her hands ran through his sandy locks while Angelo massaged her clit with his mouth. As she took in his warmth, her wetness became his.

Lexi allowed herself to moan, melting into his sofa. She enjoyed his tongue as it flexed across lips and clit. The heat of his breath pulsed every few moments. Her hips rose and she lost control as she began to hump his face.

Angelo planted three small kisses on the inside of her right thigh and stood. He undid his belt, a tall, lean man before her. His pants and boxers dropped together, revealing two pronounced hip bones. She had just begun to admire them when his member popped out. Rock hard.

For a moment, she just stared. Angelo inhaled and she watched his tummy rise and fall. His strong cock moved only slightly.

Lexi felt Angelo's hand on the back of her head. A warmed metal ring guided her to his tip.

She sucked in her pink lips, wetting them. Her hand was on the bottom of his shaft as she slowly traced his tip with her mouth. Finally, she let go of the tension in her jaw, in her entire body. His cock pressed on the roof of her mouth.

Warm, smooth skin slid across her tongue. By determination or arousal or excitement, she began bobbing her head. Angelo's moans filled the apartment.