Gianna's Favorite Customers

Gianna O'Reilly was twenty five. She was single, living alone in a modest studio apartment downtown.

Her curly brunette hair framed her beautiful face. Her pale skin was dusted with freckles.

She had a big, beautiful ass. Her small, perky breasts were very cute. She was curvy, thick in that porn star kind of way. She looked absolutely incredible naked.

Gianna clocked countless hours at a boutique coffee shop called Caffeine Blast. She accepted the job more than a year ago thinking at the time that she'd move on to something more aligned with her baking interests within weeks.

When she wasn't making coffee for customers, she poured her heart into baking, especially her lavender vanilla cookies.

The job mostly sucked. The hours were awful and the pay barely covered her credit card minimums. Her dreams of opening her own bakery someday felt a million miles away.

"Ugh..." Gianna groaned as her 3am alarm blared. Another brutal morning shift.

Before she knew it, the Friday morning rush at Caffeine Blast was in full swing. She sighed, her mind already fantasizing about the moment her shift would end.

But even on the busiest mornings, there were always a few customers that never failed to put a smile on her face.

There was Mr Allen, a man in his late thirties with model good looks who oozed confidence and wealth. With his peculiar habit of introducing himself by his last name, he always stood out. "He's super hot," Gianna thought, "but unfortunately, he is also super married."

There was Meghan, a cute, quiet blonde in her late twenties. Meghan never ordered the same thing twice and always came in alone. Gianna felt a bit of empathy for her. "So cute, but so lonely."

And there was Sean. He was around her age, and decidedly average. He was sweet enough, and she found him vaguely appealing, but his game was seriously lacking. "Just make a move already, dude."

Finally, Gianna went home to her small apartment. A persistent horniness had been humming in her background all day. Gianna decided to scratch the itch and indulge in a little self pleasure.

She opened her laptop and navigated to the unashamedly named 'Spankbank' folder.

Gianna was a bit of a porn connoisseur, her vast collection was well maintained, especially the lesbian and gangbang sections.

She found one of her favorites, No Man's Land: Milf Edition, featuring a hot all girl orgy that never failed her.

She watched the video and the beautiful milfs got naked and licked each other off while she touched herself and came.

But afterward, she found herself feeling a bit unsatisfied and restless.

Four months ago, upon discovering her last boyfriend, Charles, saw her as nothing more than a side piece, she'd sworn off relationships, and as a result, sex.

But lately, even her hottest clips weren't completely scratching the itch. She needed more than pixels. She needed human connection. Something needed to change.

'I need to stop passively waiting for life to come to me,' she vowed internally. 'Tomorrow, I will make something happen.'

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Mr Allen

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Saturday morning whizzed by in a blur of orders. Just as the rush began to relent, an attractive figure appeared at the counter.

"The usual, Mr Allen?" Gianna asked, trying her best to sound appealing. He nodded and smiled, and she prepared his Americano.

As his espresso filled the shot glasses, Gianna scribbled 'Mr Allen' on the side of his paper cup. Then, remembering her vow to try and make something happen today, she added a small, spontaneous heart beside his name.

When Gianna handed him his drink, he immediately noticed her doodle.

"Are you free for dinner tonight, Gianna?" he asked confidently.

Disarmed by his good looks, Gianna answered impulsively. "I'd love to, Mr Allen!"

The queue was quickly growing behind the handsome, married man and so the two exchanged numbers.

As the day wore on, she began to feel uneasy about accepting Mr Allen's offer. After her last humiliating experience with Charles, she felt increasingly wary that she was setting herself up for a repeat performance.

Gianna wasn't clueless, Mr Allen was almost certainly interested in her for sex. And she wasn't entirely unopposed to some casual fun. Mr Allen was undeniably hot, and she was undoubtedly horny.

But she also justified the date from another angle. Mr Allen was successful. She planned to use the date to inquire about any job opportunities he knew of that paid more than her barista wages.

Mr Allen texted 'Thai okay? East Moon at 7?'

Gianna walked by this restaurant on her way to and from work every day. She could never dream of affording a meal at the posh East Moon on her modest hourly wages.

Gianna texted back. 'Absolutely! Will your wife be joining us?' It was a clever way to make sure he knew that she knew he was married.

Mr Allen answered quickly. 'No, Mrs Allen is on a date of her own, actually.'

Gianna wasn't sure if that response made her feel better or worse about the situation.

The evening arrived. Gianna chose her cutest dress, a flattering blue A line piece, and then made the short walk from her apartment to East Moon.

After finding Mr Allen and exchanging some pleasant small talk, Gianna addressed the elephant in the room.

"So you and Mrs Allen are in an open marriage?" Gianna asked while their waiter fetched their drink orders.

"Yes, we are," he confirmed, "very happily so. Tonight's a 'date night' where we're both exploring desires outside of each other. Mrs Allen is playing with her yoga instructor, Kevin."

Later, over delicious plates of Pad Thai, Gianna steered the conversation. "I was hoping to pick your brain. I'm looking to transition into a job that pays a bit more. Do you have any ideas on how I might do that?"

"That's an interesting question, Gianna," he said, setting down his fork.

"Because I actually have a proposition for you. My wife and I are looking for some... help around the house."

"Like a maid?" she winced, picturing herself scrubbing floors.

"No, not quite." He pulled out his phone, navigated to an email, and then slid his device across the table.

Gianna picked up his phone and looked at the screen. As she read the content, she understood why he was keeping the details so quiet.

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Subject: Live-in Slut Position

My husband and I are looking for a live-in slut. In exchange, you will be provided free room and board. If you accept the role, your duties are as follows:

* Serve Mr and Mrs Allen nightly.

* You must suck cock and eat pussy.

* Take tongues, toys, and cocks in each of your tight holes.

* Be addressed by harsh names (i. e., slut, whore, bitch, fucktoy).

Please answer this email if you are still interested. Only reply if you are serious.

Consent is paramount; you will be free to leave our arrangement at any time if it no longer suits you. I hope to hear back from you soon!

Best,

Mrs Allen

--

Gianna slowly lowered the phone, her jaw agape.

"Well? What do you think, Gianna?"

The pit in her stomach told Gianna that this was far too much. This wasn't for her. She slid the device back over to Mr Allen and politely shook her head no.

"I understand, Gianna."

Mr Allen wasn't angry, but Gianna could sense that he was disappointed. It was perhaps the first time she saw him without a confident look in his beautiful eyes.

Gianna felt guilty. His quiet understanding only seemed to deepen the feeling. "I'm really sorry, Mr Allen," she murmured.

"I think I know a way you can make it up to me," he flirted, his natural, sexy, confident nature returning.

"How can I do that?" Gianna said, his attractiveness and her horniness made it impossible for her not to flirt back.

"How would you like to spend tonight with me at the Four Seasons?"

Gianna paused. The radical change that the Allen's live in offer would bring was incredibly daunting, but this felt different. More impulsive, less committal. Far more doable.

She nodded yes.

Room 2209 dwarfed her modest apartment. It featured luxurious furnishings and stunning panoramic city views.

But before Gianna could even fully take it all in, she felt Mr Allen's hand on her ass. He wasn't in the mood for delay.

"You are so gorgeous," he stated, while his fingers were already unbuttoning her blue dress with practiced ease.

She followed his lead and kissed him back while her clothes melted away under his experienced hands.

Soon, she found herself in only her panties, on her knees, with her hand wrapped around his hard shaft.

"What are you waiting for? Suck my cock."

Mr Allen's explicit command was deeply arousing. Her lacy panties saturated as he hit the back of her throat.

Just when she felt like she was getting her oral bearings, Mr Allen pulled himself from her mouth and guided her onto the bed.

And then somehow, her panties were gone and he was behind her. And then, before she knew it, he was inside of her.

It was raw and overwhelming, unlike anything she had ever experienced.

His rhythm was strong and confident. His hands were everywhere, pulling on her nipples, teasing her asshole, rubbing her clit. She lost count of the orgasms that racked her body.

Gianna couldn't deny it: Mr Allen knew how to fuck.

Finally, Mr Allen withdrew himself, and left his cum, in long, warm sticky ropes, splattered all over her ass.

After she caught her breath, Gianna excused herself to clean up. She took her time in the large, modern shower the expensive hotel room offered.

When she emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in nothing but a white towel, Mr Allen was shrugging into his suit jacket.

Gianna's shoulders slumped, she was hoping for another round.

"I hope you had fun, Gianna."

"I did, Mr Allen. I really needed that."

"Good. You can stay here for the evening if you'd like, Gianna," he said, opening the room door. "Just text me if you ever reconsider the offer."

"See you around, Mr Allen."

(Author's note: If you'd like to read a story where a college student says yes to Mr and Mrs Allen's live in slut offer, check out 'Kate: Becoming a Live In Slut')

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Meghan

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The next day at Caffeine Blast, Gianna couldn't stop thinking about her disappointing date with Mr Allen. The sex had been incredible, but when it was over, he left her alone in the hotel room, and the loneliness hit her hard.

It wasn't the first time she'd been used and cast aside. Men only seemed to want one thing from her. They saw her ass, and not much else.

The night did make something clear, she needed something more. More of a connection. Something more real. Something that didn't end with her cleaning up alone after it was over.

Her mind drifted away from the hot married man to the soft spoken Meghan.

Those stylish red-rimmed glasses always caught Gianna's eye, as did her shoulder-length, wavy, blonde hair, Meghan seemed so pure and innocent.

There was something about that quiet allure. Something about the way Meghan always ordered something new each time she stepped into the shop.

Gianna found herself drawn to it as much as her beautiful face.

'It's been way too long,' she thought. Her last lesbian experience was years ago while she was still in college.

She was in Alpha Kappa Delta, and it had quite the reputation for being wild around campus. Being bisexual was sort of an expectation.

Gianna thought fondly about panty parties, soft skin, the way girls moaned, and their unique taste.

About halfway into her shift, Meghan approached the counter at Caffeine Blast. "What today?" Gianna asked, a friendlier than normal smile on her face.

"Um, I'm going to try a small oat milk flat white please?"

"Sure." As Gianna started preparing the drink, she urged herself to talk to Meghan, even though Meghan's body language seemed to be shouting 'Please don't talk to me.'

"Where are you off to? Something fun?"

Instead of getting her question brushed away, Meghan answered her. "Yeah... it's kind of dumb, but I'm headed to my baking club."

"Wait... what? There's a baking club? Meghan, do you bake?"

"Yes! Do you?" Meghan's eyes sparked with excitement in a way Gianna had never seen before.

"Heck yeah, I have some lavender vanilla cookies that I'm pretty frickin proud of!"

"Yum! Well, you should join. It's all a bunch of divorced women and grandmas. It would be great to have someone cool like you there."

Meghan's flattery was potent. "Here is my number, let's talk." Gianna quickly jotted it on a napkin and gave it to the blonde.

A few days later, Gianna nervously walked into the community hall where the baking club met, with a freshly baked batch of cookies in a Tupperware bin.

The hall was filled with about twenty or so women, most of them older. Gianna heard pieces of conversations, one about how smart a member's grandchildren were and another about last night's episode of Wheel of Fortune.

Gianna smiled when she spotted Meghan. She looked noticeably more at ease than usual, chatting with other members. The relaxed confidence Meghan possessed in this setting made her even hotter.

"I really hope my cookies do well," she said to Meghan, setting down her plate.

"I'm sure they will. My pie does okay," Meghan replied. "The grandmas here go wild for extra nutmeg."

Gianna soon found out that Meghan was being modest, her pie was the star of the show. Everyone gushed about it, praising its spices and perfect crust. Gianna sampled it herself, it was truly exceptional.

Then it was time for Gianna to present her lavender vanilla cookies. They proved to be more controversial. Most of the club members, including Meghan, loved them, but a handful offered strained smiles and called them 'interesting' in a way that clearly meant 'not to my taste.'

Gianna took the critical critiques much harder than the glowing reviews.

"Don't pay attention to them," Meghan encouraged. "They don't like anything that wasn't in a cookbook in the 1950s. Your cookies are absolutely wonderful."

"Okay."

"I'm serious. In fact, I have to get the recipe! Are you busy after this? Why don't you head over to my place and we can exchange recipes! My pie for your cookie!"

They both giggled. The innuendo was not lost on either woman.

Gianna followed Meghan to the grocery store, and the pair continued to chat while picking up ingredients for the pie. Then, they headed straight to Meghan's apartment.

Gianna was feeling more and more confident this was going to turn into something more than a baking lesson. Meghan seemed to be picking up on her flirty signals. Gianna didn't want to overthink it, but maybe, just maybe, she'd be getting some of that girl on girl fun she'd been craving.

When Meghan opened the door, a cat rubbed its face against the blonde's pale legs. "What's his name?" Gianna asked.

"Her name is Walter," Meghan replied, gently correcting Gianna as she scooped up her cat for a quick cuddle.

"Cute name!" Gianna said, glancing around the tidy apartment. It was small but remarkably well styled with an OCD level of cleanliness.

The women placed their grocery bags on the kitchen counter. As Gianna began to empty them, Meghan opened her laptop to find the pie recipe.

Gianna caught sight of something familiar on Meghan's browser.

"Literotica?" she probed.

Meghan froze in embarrassment.

"It's tough being a single woman with needs," Gianna confessed. "Hard to meet people, you know? Sometimes a good story is all you've got."

Meghan nodded slowly. "Tell me about it."

The women settled into the pumpkin pie lesson. Things were going smoothly until Gianna found herself struggling with the pie crust dough.

"Let me show you," Meghan offered, stepping closer. She reached for the rolling pin, placing her flour covered hands directly over Gianna's. "See? Like this..."

As Meghan took control of the pin, Gianna felt Meghan press her body into hers. Meghan's soft breasts brushed against her back, and her crotch pressed intimately against Gianna's ass.

"Oh, I see... got it."

The women finished prepping the pie and put it in the oven. While it baked, Gianna got the courage to the steer the conversation towards more exciting territory.

"So, have you read anything hot on Literotica lately?"

Meghan's face contorted nervously. Gianna encouraged gently. "Come on... don't be shy. We all have needs..."

Meghan cleared her throat, and adjusted her red rimmed glasses. "Okay. Some of these stories are pretty wild..."

"You're not going to shock me, Meghan. If you saw my porn collection..."

"Oh yeah? You'll have to show me when you host next time. Tell me more about it!"

"I'm not going to let you put the spotlight on me. Tell ME about the story! I can tell you have one in mind..."

"Fine," Meghan sighed. "Okay, it was about this married couple... Hannah and Rebecca..."

'I knew it!' Gianna internally exclaimed.

"They are deeply in love but Rebecca has these fantasies. Sexual fantasies about being dominated. Rougher sex.... Anyway, she ends up finding a domme... I dunno... I'm not doing it justice... you should read it. It's super hot."

Just then, the oven timer chimed and the women's focus returned to pumpkin pie.

They ate their slices on the couch, knees nearly touching. The pie was perfect, even better than the slice she got at the baking club, but Gianna barely tasted it. Her focus was completely on Meghan.

As Meghan set her plate down, Gianna couldn't stop herself. She leaned in and stole a kiss.

The kiss was soft at first, but then Meghan responded. Her mouth opened and she kissed Gianna back. The kiss got harder and lustier. Gianna's hand found Meghan's thigh.

But then, it was over.

Meghan pulled back. "Crap... I forgot... Walter. She needs her medicine," she blurted, unconvincingly.

"Meghan..."

"I'm sorry, Gianna," she said, already moving toward the door. "I'm really glad you came, drive safe. I'll text you tomorrow."

The next day, Gianna didn't expect to hear from Meghan. After being practically thrown out of Meghan's apartment, she figured it was done.

Then her phone buzzed.

'Hey Gianna! I had so much fun with you yesterday! Can't wait to learn how to make your amazing lavender vanilla cookies! Saturday at 6pm?'

Gianna stared at the text. What the fuck?

Gianna sighed. Part of her wanted to write Meghan off entirely. But a calmer voice interjected. Their kiss wasn't fake. And Meghan texted her. That had to mean she was interested, right?

Gianna decided everyone deserves a second chance. She texted back, but she decided she'd press her a little, and make sure Meghan knew she was romantically interested.

'Can't wait, Meghan! Just a reminder on that hot Literotica story. And don't worry, I'm still planning on embarrassing myself via porn collection when you come by.'

Meghan responded. 'Lol, I can't wait to see it. Here is the link.'

Gianna navigated to the story, her interest twofold. Selfishly, she always appreciated a hot story; after all, just like Meghan, she was a single girl with needs. But more importantly, it was also research. What made Meghan tick? What turned her on?

After reading the story, Gianna sent a text.

'Meghan, holy shit, that story about Rebecca and Hannah! I just read it, and it's so fucking hot. Seeing how Rebecca slowly opened up to Abbi, from just typing out her fantasies to sending naked selfies and doing video calls... so hot!'

'I know!' Meghan answered back.

'And then Hannah getting in on it too, realizing she craves the same shit? That part where Abbi asks them which one of you married whores is going to be the first to eat my pussy. Seriously, that story made me so wet. You picked a winner.'

'Yay! Those two are my heroes. Glad you enjoyed.'

The day of the lavender vanilla cookies lesson arrived. Meghan texted Gianna in the morning: 'Just want to make sure our girl date is still on.'

Gianna quickly replied, 'Yes! Can't wait!" and then, added, 'Please dress appropriately,' citing Abbi's instructions to the wives in the "Kneeling Together" story.

Meghan's immediate response was a simple, knowing 'lol'.

Despite how disappointingly their first date had ended, Meghan had been very flirty. Her messages felt eager. Gianna felt more and more confident that Meghan's walls were coming down.

Gianna did her best to set the mood just right. She wanted Meghan to feel safe and comfortable. This was going to be the night, it had to be.

Meghan softly knocked on Gianna's apartment door a few minutes after 6pm. Gianna pulled it open to find Meghan standing there, wearing a bright yellow sundress, looking as beautiful as ever.

"Hey! I'm so glad you could make it!"

"Thanks, I love your apartment!" Meghan replied, stepping inside.

"I can't believe you actually wore a sundress," Gianna said, kicking herself for not wearing one of her own.

"This old thing?" Meghan answered playfully.

"Bra?"

Meghan giggled, nervous but clearly enjoying the attention. "Nope... didn't feel like it today. But don't worry, unlike those wives, I am wearing panties."

"That's a relief," Gianna lied.

As they started to make the lavender vanilla cookies, Gianna found it impossible to take her eyes off Meghan. She looked so hot in that sundress.

When they began to roll out the cookie dough, Meghan surprisingly struggled with it.

Gianna had a sneaking suspicion that Meghan may be messing up on purpose.

"I think I could use a little help."

Gianna didn't hesitate. "It's similar to how you showed me."

She moved in behind Meghan, positioning herself so that her body was flush against Meghan's back. She felt Meghan press her ass back into her crotch.

Gianna's nose was just inches from Meghan's neck. She smelled so good. Gianna felt a strong urge to place a soft kiss just behind Meghan's ear. But she resisted.

The pair finished prepping the cookies. Meghan looked a bit nervous.

"So, um, about that... movie collection you boasted about?"

"Movie collection? What movie collection?" Gianna knew exactly what Meghan was asking about, but she wanted to hear her say it.

Meghan delayed. She gave a deep sigh and then she said "I was promised pornography, Gianna."

"Well, who am I to deny the beautiful Meghan Gibson erotic film?" Gianna said, giving her a wicked smile.

Gianna pulled up her 'spankbank', quickly narrowing the massive selection to only all girl content. "I've been really into lesbian stuff recently, I hope that's okay."

"Yeah, that works for me."

"Okay... I love all of these. You choose." Gianna said, pushing the laptop closer to Meghan.

Meghan looked flustered. Gianna worried for a moment that she might be pressing too hard.

"There's just so much to choose from..." Meghan whispered, clearly overwhelmed, probably overthinking it.

"Sorry, I guess you know my embarrassing secret... I love my porn."

Meghan continued to delay, scrolling up and down through the thumbnails, hands shaking.

Gianna tried to help. "What do you like? Something story based? Threeways? Stepsisters? Gonzo?"

"Gonzo? What's gonzo?"

"It's where there really isn't a story, just sex."

"Oh... not that." Meghan said quickly.

"What about this one?" Gianna pointed to a Girlcore title while she gave her a playful nudge. "Did you ever see the '80s movie Weird Science?"

"About those nerdy boys who make a woman?"

"Yeah, except this is lesbian porn. Trust me, it's hot."

Meghan nodded yes.

The movie began. Meghan sat quietly on the couch beside Gianna, her legs crossed tightly, her posture very straight, looking at the screen.

Gianna could tell that the movie was having an effect on Meghan, despite her pose. "I love these nerdy girls... in those fucking glasses. Aren't they so hot?" Gianna said with obvious arousal, the glasses comment was very intentional.

Meghan just offered a quiet "yeah..." and shifted again, crossing her legs even tighter.

Now Meghan looked like she didn't want to be touched at all, all of her earlier boldness was replaced by rigidness.

As the women on screen began exploring each other's pussies with their tongues, Gianna pressed a little harder.

Gianna leaned in slowly, watching for any signs of resistance. When there was none, she placed a soft kiss just below Meghan's ear. Meghan didn't flinch. In fact, she tilted her head, giving Gianna more access.

Gianna kissed lower, placing them down Meghan's neck, while her hand found her knee.

"I've wanted to do this for so long..." Gianna whispered.

Meghan didn't speak. But she didn't stop her either.

Gianna slid off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of Meghan. She placed her hands on her thighs.

She kissed the inside of her left thigh, then the right. Slow, open mouthed French kisses. Gianna looked up. Meghan's eyes were shut tight. She was clearly nervous.

"Wider, please."

Meghan's shaky thighs parted open. Gianna got the first look at Meghan's panties. They were cute, white with a flower pattern. More importantly, she had already soaked them completely through.

Gianna leaned in and gently kissed Meghan through the thin, white material. Meghan gave an involuntary moan while her fingers dug into Gianna's couch cushions.

Gianna kissed her again, a little harder this time. Then, her hands found Meghan's panties waistband, ready to slide them down.

"Wait..." Meghan said.

"Huh?"

Meghan sniffed the air. "What's that smell?"

"Oh no, we're burning the cookies!"

The women both shot up from the couch. Gianna ran to the oven, shut it off and pulled out a tray of sad, black discs.

Luckily there was no actual fire, just a lot of smoke. But sure enough, the fire alarm started blaring.

"I got so distracted with the porn, I forgot to set a timer!" Gianna shouted over the noise. She quickly took care of the crisis, fanning the alarm and opening all of the windows in her apartment.

As the air began to clear, Meghan was already gathering her things. "I'm afraid I have to get going," Meghan said.

"Meghan, you can't be serious..." Gianna was unable to hide her frustration.

"Walter needs her medicine."

Gianna rolled her eyes. She couldn't even come up with a different excuse.

"Maybe we can try this again next weekend?" Meghan offered.

"Maybe. See you, Meghan."

She watched Meghan walk out of her apartment. The sound of females fucking was still emanating from her laptop and the scent of burnt cookies was still lingering in the air. Gianna thought to herself, if there was one word to perfectly sum up Meghan, it was just that.

Maybe.

(Author's note: If you'd like to read a story where Meghan says yes to lesbian sex, check out 'Pussy For Thanksgiving')

--

Sean

--

By the time Monday rolled around, Gianna was officially over it.

First, there was Mr Allen. A wet dream, sure, but ultimately a married man who saw her as nothing more than a pretty hole to fill. Just orgasms and an offer to be his live-in whore. How romantic.

Then there was Meghan. Soft-spoken, mysterious, beautiful... and a complete mess. She had given Meghan two chances and she flunked them both. This was beyond mixed signals. This was complete emotional unavailability.

'I don't want perfect. I don't need fireworks. I just want someone to want me.'

Like clockwork, Sean walked into Caffeine Blast, and ordered his usual mocha.

"So, Gianna, what are you doing tonight?"

Gianna felt the beginnings of an eye roll. Normally, she would have let him fumble.

"Nothing much... probably going to have to settle for some microwave ramen..."

But not today.

For the first time ever, she gave Sean a real chance.

"... what about you, Sean? Anything exciting planned?"

Gianna smiled, leaned forward and played with a strand of her curly hair.

"Oh, uh, nothing..."

Gianna sighed. She was practically screaming signals at him. He wasn't picking up on any of them.

"You know... I really want someone to just ask me out."

"Uh, Gianna... would you... would you like to go to dinner with me?" His voice trailing off as he uttered the last few words.

Gianna smiled. It was brought on more from relief that he managed to get the message versus the act itself.

"Yes, Sean. I would love to."

Sean arrived promptly at her apartment building. Gianna stepped out, wearing the same simple blue dress that she wore on her date with Mr Allen a few weeks ago.

"You look... different. You're not in your Caffeine Blast apron..."

"Good different, or bad different?"

"Oh, it's good different. Very good... You look very pretty."

It was clumsy, but it was sincere, a nice start to the date.

Gianna and Sean settled on a local pizza place called The Secret Sauce. Sean suggested it, and Gianna passively agreed, not expecting much.

But the pizza was amazing.

Sean insisted on paying for everything, something that the financially struggling barista appreciated. Gianna learned he was a manager at a local bank, doing quite well for himself. "A mocha a day isn't exactly cheap," he confessed, "but I don't only go for the coffee."

Their small talk grew surprisingly easy. Gianna realized that she was genuinely enjoying their date.

"You know, once you calm down, you're kind of cute."

The conversation covered a number of topics before eventually landing on soccer. Gianna spoke animatedly about playing center back in high school, and Sean's eyes lit up. He mentioned how 'unfairly hot' he found a woman in a soccer uniform.

She then shared her love of baking and her dream of owning a bakery. Gianna usually hid this fact on first dates, it always seemed like a sure fire way to get a man to lose interest.

But Sean was supportive and genuinely interested, asking thoughtful questions about her lavender vanilla cookies and her future plans.

This was different. He was simply into her. It wasn't just about her ass.

And okay... he was cute! No, not in the smoldering, polished way Mr Allen was.

But this was better. Sean was real.

Gianna realized that she definitely wanted to fuck him tonight.

Sean drove Gianna home. When they arrived at her apartment, Gianna surprised him with a soft, sweet kiss.

"Would you like to come inside?"

She fully expected him to say yes, and take her up on the obvious offer.

"No, I should get going... I'll see you tomorrow at the coffee shop, yeah?"

Suddenly, he was gone, leaving Gianna alone in front of her apartment door.

'Tomorrow? Did I misread him? Was he not interested?'

Gianna took a deep breath. 'He must just be trying to be respectful,' she rationally concluded, 'a knight in shining armor.'

Well, that was all well and good, but tonight, with her deepest sympathies, Sean was fucked.

She pulled out her phone and texted him.

'I really hate to bother you, but I have a crisis! There is a giant spider on my wall that I'm convinced is going to kill me in my sleep. Can you please come back to my place and save the day?'

His answer was immediate: 'Of course, I'm on my way!'

Gianna celebrated with a quick fist pump. Then, she launched her plan: Project Centerback.

Her heart raced as she thumbed through the hangers.

"There you are," she said out loud, as she pulled out her high school soccer uniform. Blue number 8 shorts, matching blue socks, tight white jersey.

She stripped out of her blue dress and her bra and panties. The shorts came on first, hugging her ass like they were painted on. She turned sideways, admiring the fit in the mirror. The hem barely covered the bottom of her cheeks.

"Definitely not regulation anymore," she smirked.

Then, she put on the jersey. It was nice and snug. Her nipples pressed against the thin material.

She added the knee high blue socks and then completed the look by gathering her curls and tying them into a high ponytail.

She stepped back from the mirror and gave herself one last look.

'A little small,' she thought, 'but in this case, that's not a bad thing.'

Moments later, the doorbell rang and Gianna ran to the door.

"Hi Sean," she purred. She then said the line that she had been rehearsing to herself since Sean texted that he was on his way.

"I'm not playing fair tonight."

Sean froze.

"Sean?"

'Oh no, I think I broke him...'

"Holy fuck, you look so hot..." he finally managed.

Gianna just grabbed his hand, and led him inside her apartment.

The door shut and the two were immediately in each other's arms. Their kisses quickly turned lusty and messy.

Gianna's hands went straight for Sean's pants. She brushed against his obvious erection as she undid his belt.

Sean was just as eager, fondling her big ass through her soccer shorts.

They stumbled their way to her bed. Once they were on the mattress, Gianna pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes.

"Take my shorts off and fuck me."

Sean found the elastic waistband of her blue shorts, and he pulled them down. He moaned, surprised to find nothing underneath. Her pussy was wet. Her lips were parted. She was ready.

He slid his jeans down, revealing his cock. Sean had a nice boyfriend dick, big enough to be exciting, but not overwhelmingly large.

He paused and she nodded yes. Carefully, he pushed himself inside.

"mmmmmmmm..." Gianna moaned. He felt absolutely amazing, sliding effortlessly in and out, her wetness slicking his shaft with each of his deep thrusts.

Sean reached down, pushing her jersey up and over her tits, so he could watch them bounce with his rhythm.

"... i can't believe i'm fucking you..." he whispered in her ear.

"... you feel so good. keep fucking me..." Gianna urged.

"... i want you to come so badly..."

"... mmmm... then play with my clit..."

Sean moaned and freed his hand. He licked his fingers and began to rub Gianna's clit, his rhythm quickening.

"... oh fuck yes.. that feels so good... i'm so close... right there... don't stop..."

Sean kissed Gianna, a deep, passionate kiss as her body convulsed in a powerful orgasm. Just as she was experiencing her first aftershock, he shot his own release deep inside her.

This wasn't just sex. This was different. Good different. Really good different.

Gianna wrapped her legs possessively around Sean, holding him tight.

"... stay inside me. don't leave tonight, okay?..." she whispered emotionally.

"... okay, I won't..."

The next morning, Sean woke up first.

"What time is it?"

Gianna glanced at her phone. "Too early. I've got a shift starting in like an hour."

"Crap... Me too."

Gianna got a glimpse of herself in her vanity's mirror. "I can't go in looking like this. I have sex hair. You literally fucked the neat out of my ponytail."

"So... don't go."

"What?"

"Call out. Blame food poisoning. Say your goldfish died. I'll do the same. Let's both stay here and... you know..."

Gianna laughed, thinking that Sean was making a joke.

"No, I'm serious, I don't want to go to work. I want to stay here with you. All day... please?"

Gianna didn't need much convincing.

"If I stay here, you better plan on fucking me until I can't walk straight."

"Deal."

They fucked, they laughed, they showered, they went down on each other and then they fucked some more.

After round three, they both reluctantly agreed they should stop for lunch.

As she slipped on a pair of panties for the first time since she removed them to put on her soccer shorts after last night's date, Gianna noticed Sean's eyes on her ass.

She had seen that look from Sean countless times before, while she was prepping his mocha.

"You really like my ass, don't you, Sean? I always knew you were looking, you weren't very sneaky."

"I'm sorry... it's a great ass, like Alexis Texas territory..."

"Who?" Gianna asked, feigning ignorance. Sean didn't know about her porn collection, at least not yet.

"Um... Alexis Texas, you wouldn't know her."

"Why not?" Gianna pressed, teasing her new love interest.

"Um... because..."

"Because she's a gorgeous porn star, Sean? I know exactly who Alexis Texas is," she said, tossing a pillow his way.

Sean sighed in relief, fighting off her playful attack.

"You really think my ass is as good as hers?" Gianna asked, her attention no longer on getting dressed.

Sean nodded. "I do, I really do."

"How about we put on one of her movies and you can compare?"

She opened her laptop and pulled up her 'Spankbank'. "Let's find something with Ms. Texas."

Sean leaned forward to get a better look as the screen filled with thumbnails.

"This is... impressive. I think you have a bigger collection than me..."

Gianna giggled. "What can I say? A single girl's got needs... Okay, if my memory serves me right, Alexis' huge ass gets bounced in this one."

She clicked on Big Wet Asses #14. A few seconds later, Alexis Texas' huge, naked butt was twerking on Gianna's laptop.

Gianna, without a word, got up, pulled down her panties, and dropped to all fours on the bed, doing her best to mirror the explicit video.

"Okay, Sean," she said playfully, while she peeked over her shoulder. "Who has the better ass?"

"It's no contest."

Gianna felt Sean's hands grasp her hips, and he slid back inside her.

Sean and Gianna quickly became inseparable. Days were filled with laughter and flirty texts and nights featured porn and passionate sex.

Sean celebrated his 26th birthday a few weeks after they got together. To celebrate, Gianna suggested they go back to The Secret Sauce.

After they placed their order, Gianna pulled out a small box from her purse.

"I got you a little gift," she said.

Sean took the box. "Can I open it here?"

"Yes, but be careful, just peek inside... it's a little naughty," Gianna whispered, "Open it before our server gets back."

Sean smiled and cracked the lid. He saw light pink lace and a confused expression hit his face.

"Do you know what that is, Sean?" Gianna whispered.

Sean shook his head no.

Gianna leaned in closer. "My panties."

Sean still didn't seem to quite understand. "Why did you give me a pair of your panties?"

Gianna playfully rolled her eyes. "Drop your fork and look in between my legs."

Now understanding, he quickly knocked his fork off the table, all while sporting a massive smile.

"Whoops."

Gianna opened her thighs just enough beneath the table. It took Sean quite a while to find that pesky fork.

As the server approached, Gianna subtly cleared her throat and shut her legs. Sean popped up from under the table, holding the retrieved fork.

The server asked, "Is everything alright here, sir?"

"... just getting my fork," Sean replied, holding it up as proof that he wasn't up to anything.

"My boyfriend... he's such a klutz," Gianna interjected sweetly, giving Sean a playful nudge with her foot under the table.

"Let me get you a fresh one, sir."

Sean and Gianna exchanged a look and then giggled.

"So, did you like your gift?" Gianna asked.

Sean just gave her a smirk. "Whoops!" he said, knocking his knife under the table.

Gianna opened her legs a little wider this time.

A few weeks later, Gianna found herself bored. The late afternoon shift at Caffeine Blast was usually fairly steady work for a single barista. Today, however, the cafe was a ghost town.

When Gianna found herself enduring a slow shift at the coffee shop, she loved to tease Sean at work.

'Just thinking of you...' she texted.

His reply was almost immediate: 'Thinking of you too.'

Feeling particularly frisky, she snapped a quick pic of the ass he loved so much in her tight yoga pants.

She typed an accompanying note: 'Are you going to have your way with me tonight?'

This was an escalation, she never sent a suggestive photo before.

A moment later, his response popped up. 'Absolutely. You're going to fucking get it tonight.'

Then another text rolled in: 'Can I see a little more?'

Gianna feigned shock. '*gasp*, but I'm at work!'

'So am I.'

'Well in that case...' Gianna typed.

She took another look around Caffeine Blast. It was still completely empty.

Gianna ducked down behind the front counter, pulled down her yoga pants, just enough to expose her panty covered ass. She was happy she wore a sexy, black, lacy pair.

She quickly snapped a second pic. Gianna sent it, adding, 'Is that enough for you, Sir, or do you need more?'

'I think you already know the answer to that question.'

Gianna thought to herself that she kinda walked right into that one. She was about to hide under the counter again when the door chimed.

A fortyish woman who looked like she was as devoted to Christian radio as she was allergic to sex entered the cafe.

She didn't bother with a hi. "One small decaffeinated coffee, light half and half, please."

It took all of Gianna's self control to not chuckle when the woman gave her name: Karen.

As Gianna prepared Karen's decaf, she could feel her phone buzzing, presumably texts from Sean, ready to receive his promised nudity. Gianna finished Karen's drink, and Karen disappeared to the back of the cafe, outside of Gianna's view.

The barista pulled out her phone. There were three messages from her boyfriend waiting for her.

'Panties to the side.'

'I need to see those pretty holes.'

'Gianna? You there? Do you want me to beg??'

Gianna quickly answered. 'Sorry, I got a customer. One naughty pic coming right up, Sir.'

Gianna repeated the process from before, double checking the coast was clear before she ducked down behind the counter again. However, this time, she made sure to take her black panties down with her yoga pants and then she snapped a quick explicit photo.

She was just getting to her feet / pulling up her yoga pants when she heard Karen clear her throat.

Blushing, she managed to get out a sentence. "Ummm, how can I help you?" Her voice was a little higher than she intended. She had no idea how long Karen had been standing there.

Karen didn't answer immediately. She was too busy silently judging Gianna. She then placed the coffee cup on the countertop and spoke slowly and with a bit of contempt.

"I'm not enjoying this coffee as much as I thought I would... a little more half and half in this?"

"Yes ma'am.... Right away ma'am..." Gianna mumbled. She added a tiny splash with trembling hands.

"That's plenty."

Karen gave Gianna one more disapproving look, then turned and left the store.

Once Gianna watched Karen drive off, she felt safe enough to text Sean the photo. 'Here you go. Hope you enjoy, I almost got caught by a customer taking it!'

Sean's reply came instantly: 'Mmmmmm. I love that ass so much... Thank you! See you tonight!'

Gianna and Sean had an absolutely wonderful night together. And as promised, Gianna did in fact really get it.

Unfortunately, Gianna's next morning, back at Caffeine Blast, wasn't as great. When Gianna arrived, her manager called her into the back office.

Sean's phone buzzed during a morning meeting. He knew something must be wrong when he saw Gianna's name flash across the screen for a phone call.

He excused himself, stepping out into the quiet hallway.

"Hey... What's going on?"

Gianna was in tears, her voice shaky. "I just got fired. That religious bitch must have seen me yesterday... that fucking Karen..."

"Slow down... What do you mean?"

"... when I took those photos..."

Sean immediately felt guilty. "Oh no. Gianna, I'm so sorry, I'll come by tonight. We will figure this out together."

That evening, Sean arrived at Gianna's door, holding take out and giving the warmest smile that he could.

"Hey... hungry?"

He stepped inside. Despite the hours that had passed, Gianna was looking distraught, having spent a good portion of the day crying.

"I thought a little comfort food was in order." Gianna just nodded. She was in pretty bad shape. Sean was going to have to bring out the big guns.

"Hey, I was thinking, maybe you could teach me how to make those lavender vanilla cookies..."

Gianna nodded with an eager yes.

Sean was, as it turned out, pretty much useless in the kitchen when it came to baking. His honest best attempt at her lavender vanilla cookies resulted in asymmetrical, odd tasting creations.

He might have been a disaster as a pastry chef, but he was proving to be an incredible boyfriend.

Later, curled up on the couch, Gianna finally opened up.

"I'm just so worried... I have no idea how I'm going to pay rent next month."

"Why don't you just move in with me?" he asked.

Gianna pulled back, her eyes lighting up. "Are you serious?"

Sean smiled. "I've actually been thinking about it for a while now."

Gianna's despair quickly evaporated. It was replaced by a surge of happiness, which, perhaps predictably, was swiftly followed by a potent wave of horniness.

She leaned in and told him he could 'put it anywhere he wanted' tonight, an offer Sean took full advantage of.

Two months later, Gianna woke up sore and sticky. Last night was wild.

Her curls were stiff with dried cum, her thighs were dotted with a handful of unintentional bruises, and the collar of her high school soccer jersey was stretched beyond repair.

She was bottomless, her blue shorts had been yanked off, deemed by her coach 'unnecessary', right before she was ordered to moan her way through his various 'drills'.

"Are you alive number 8?" Sean returned home, having taken their new puppy, Mia, on a morning walk.

"Barely," she yawned, smiling. "You ran me into the ground, coach..."

"I don't remember you complaining much last night."

She squirted three times. One of them during anal. 'I didn't know that was something I could do...' she remembered breathlessly gasping, her cum covered face pressed deep into the couch.

"Coach" just laughed and slapped her ass. 'You just made varsity.'

Mia ran into the bedroom, and bounded onto the bed, planting kisses on Gianna's face.

Sean followed their brand new energy ball into the bedroom, holding two cups of coffee.

He handed her a mug and then slid back into bed, curling up with Gianna, and reaching over to scratch Mia behind her ears.

"Are you ready for your first day tomorrow? Big day..."

"I'm so excited, I can't wait!"

"Associate Baker at the Four Seasons... I'm so proud of you."

"I love this," she whispered, contently.

"You, Mia, my job... your unconventional coaching..."

"Me too..."

Gianna closed her eyes. She wasn't thinking about what was missing.

Just love, warmth, sore thighs, and a man who saw all of her, and still couldn't get enough.

And she wouldn't trade it for anything.

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Author note: If you made it this far, thank you! I truly hope you enjoyed it! I'm always looking for feedback, if you have a thought or two, please share with a comment or a note! Thanks again!