The Cute Barista

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. While it incorporates the names of real individuals, all events, characterizations, and actions depicted herein are entirely fictitious and do not reflect the actual behaviors, beliefs, or experiences of the persons mentioned. Any resemblance to real events or individuals, living or deceased, is purely coincidental. No intent to misrepresent, defame, or cause harm is implied, and this work should not be construed as an accurate portrayal of any real person.

I loved this time of year. The weather cooling down after the hot Utah summer. The leaves changing. School starting. Gymnastics training ramping up. Fall was definitely my favorite season.

And my favorite coffee shop had a new, cute barista.

I didn't drink coffee, but did enjoy a cup of hot chocolate from there. Plus, I usually picked up a few cups of whatever for my teammates. So, I had plenty of reasons to go into the shop and see him, especially on a Monday and having not been there all weekend.

"Camie?" he called out, holding out a tray with four cups on it.

"Thanks, Parker," I told him, flashing my brightest smile at him.

"Practice again today?" he asked, returning the smile.

"Of course," I said, mockingly rolling my eyes.

"Whatever. We both know there's nowhere else you'd rather be," he said.

"Yeah, you're right," I said, giggling, as I waved goodbye and walked out the door.

He is so cute.

After practice that day, I ate lunch with a few of my teammates, then went to the first day of classes at the University of Utah. It was my senior year and I was hoping to graduate right after the gymnastics season ended. I only had a few credit hours left, so I was trying to cram as many in as possible during the first semester, so I could spend the second semester focusing on gymnastics.

The next few days were much the same. Wake up. Get ready and go get coffee. Go to practice. Attend my classes. Attempt to have a social life. Parker either wasn't working those two days or wasn't at the counter when I came in and it actually made me a little sad.

I woke up that Thursday just feeling down. I wasn't really sad about anything in particular, it was just one of those days. My hair didn't want to cooperate. There was a pimple on my forehead. My body felt bloated. I didn't want to go to practice or class. But, I still got myself ready and was out the door in time to stop at the coffee shop.

And I'm glad I did, as Parker yelled my name the second I walked through the door, putting a smile on my face.

The coffee shop was slow so I stayed at the counter, chatting with Parker as he made my drink and a few for my teammates. "I don't know. Resting, probably. I might take a drive up the mountains and see the colors," I told him when he asked what my plans were for the weekend.

"Oh, that'll be fun. Going up there with your boyfriend?"

I laughed and said, "Maybe, if I had one. Nah, I'll be by myself unless I can convince one of my friends to come."

"I wouldn't take much convincing. Be the easiest and fastest yes I've ever said," he commented as he handed me my drinks, a serious look on his face.

"Wait, really? You would come?" I asked as I pulled out my debit card to pay.

"Of course. I would even drive, so you could look at the colors," he offered as I felt myself smiling even wider.

Was he actually asking me out? Cute Parker, with his gorgeous hazel eyes, his black hair swept up under his work hat, and that smile that always lit up my day? My heart started racing, and suddenly I was very aware of the ridiculous smile spreading across my face.

"Um, yes, that would be great. Here," I said as I grabbed my receipt and a pen, wrote down my phone number on the back of it, and handed it back to him. "Send me a text and we'll decide when and where."

"Will do. Thanks, Camie," he said, a big smile on his face too.

"I can't wait, Parker," I replied as I left the coffee shop, my entire day now brighter.

We spent the rest of Thursday and all of Friday texting each other, first talking about where to go, then getting to know each other a little better. By Saturday, I was even more excited.

That morning, I took one last look in my bedroom mirror, smoothing down my brown suede miniskirt and adjusting my fitted white long-sleeved top. My knee-high brown boots completed the outfit, with just a little bit of my white socks peeking out above them. I smiled, running my fingers through my long, wavy blonde hair, letting the loose waves fall naturally over my shoulders.

I grabbed my brown jacket off my bed, slipped my arms into its sleeves, and went bounding down the stairs, having heard Parker's truck pull into the driveway of the house I rented with a couple of friends. I opened the door as he got out, and giggled as he stopped in his tracks and his jaw dropped.

"God, you're gorgeous," he stammered out as I walked up to him.

"Not too bad yourself," I told him, brushing his long black hair off his shoulder and behind his back.

He walked over to the passenger side and opened up the door for me, holding out his hand so I could use it to hold myself steady as I climbed into the truck.

As we made the short drive to Big Cottonwood Canyon from my house, we talked a little about life, with Parker telling me that he had graduated the year before, was having trouble finding a job with his degree, and hated serving coffee, but it paid him enough to survive, since it was his aunt's shop and she made sure he was taken care of.

He asked a little about my plans for after college and I told him, "Honestly, I haven't thought too much about it. I've been so focused on finishing school and gymnastics to think of much more."

"Does that include a boyfriend?" he asked as we started up the canyon.

I laughed a little, staring out his window at the fall colors. "Honestly, yes. I love going on dates and hanging out and talking, but being in a committed relationship? Not right now."

I paused a moment then asked, "What about you? Too busy making coffee for a girlfriend?"

"Something like that. I do have my eye on one beautiful girl, but we'll see how it goes," he said, making me blush.

We stopped at a little trail a short time later and walked down it to a little clearing, holding hands the entire time. In the clearing, Parker grabbed my phone and started to take pictures of me.

I started by leaning against a tree, raising one arm above my head and giving Parker a soft smile as he snapped a picture. Next, I found a patch of bright red leaves, picking one off a branch and holding it toward the camera while closing my eyes. I moved into the fallen leaves, sitting down with my legs stretched out and brushing my hair away from my face as he took another shot. We wandered onto the trail, where I turned sideways and glanced back over my shoulder, smiling with one hand resting near my neck. Finding another colorful patch of bushes, I crouched down, resting an arm across my knees while running my other hand through my hair and looking toward the ground. Finally, I turned to face Parker, leaning forward with my arms crossed over my knees, tilting my head and giving him one last smile as he snapped the final picture.

As I posed and Parker took the pictures, I knew that he was checking me out, his eyes lingering on my chest and my legs. I enjoyed the attention and how he was looking at me.

We stood close together as Parker showed me the pictures he'd taken. When we reached one that showed off most of my legs, he stumbled over his words while trying to tell me how cute I looked. I couldn't help giggling as I realized he was having trouble keeping his eyes off them. I leaned over and kissed his cheek, making him pause mid-sentence.

I suggested we head back to his truck, and Parker agreed. I took his hand in mine, gently running the fingertips of my other hand up and down his arm.

He understood my intentions immediately and we walked back to his truck, still holding hands but standing a bit closer to each other.

Once we were in his truck, Parker asked where I wanted to go. I suggested a clearing we had passed by earlier, that had a small, hidden parking spot. As he drove to it, I placed my hand on his thigh, my fingers inching towards his groin.

When he parked his truck, we both unbuckled our seat belts and turned towards each other. My hand was as close as possible to his groin as we leaned in.

"Are you sure?" he asked just before our lips came into contact with each other.

"Definitely," I replied as we started to kiss and my hand went over his cock.

His lips were soft and his kissing gentle as he moved one of his hands to my side. I moved my body closer to his, opening up my side for his hand to move, if he wanted to. Our lips stayed together as our kissing grew longer and more confident. I slowly moved my fingers on his cock, feeling it grow at my touch.

He finally moved his hand up, going slowly over my chest, his fingers grazing my breasts as I let out a soft moan into his mouth. Our lips briefly pulled apart as we stared into each other's eyes, then immediately went back to kissing.

I noticed him reach down and slide his seat back to make more room. He moved his hand back to my hip and started to pull me over as I climbed onto his lap. We continued kissing as I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his hair.

He moved his hands down to my butt, cupping and squeezing it. I giggled as I pulled my lips away from his and asked him, "How long have you been wanting to do that?"

"A long time," he admitted as we went back to kissing, our heads and lips moving around each other.

He moved his hands off my butt, keeping one on my hip while moving the other up to my chest, cupping and squeezing my breast, alternating between the two of them. He slowly moved his lips off mine, going down to my neck, planting little kisses on my skin, as I moved my hips back and forth.

"I was not expecting this," he said in between kisses.

"Do you want to stop?" I teased him, pressing my groin down on his.

"Not at all," he said, squeezing my breasts and kissing my neck.

I let him continue to kiss my neck and squeeze my breasts for a few minutes before I climbed off his lap. I kissed his lips as I worked to unzip his pants, reached inside them, and wrapped my hand around his shaft. I pulled it out of the flap on his boxers and ended the kiss as I looked down at it.

My fingers fit around it perfectly as it stuck out a few inches above his pants, my hand easily moving up and down it, not feeling too crowded. The head was a deep rose color, with a little bit of precum coming out of it.

I leaned down over his groin and stuck out my tongue, licking off the precum from his tip before I wrapped my lips around it. I listened to him moan as I started to bob my head up and down his shaft, keeping my hand moving on it as well.

"Oh my God, Camie, holy shit," Parker moaned as I blew him, making me giggle.

I took him out of my mouth, keeping my hand going on his shaft, and asked, "What? Wasn't expecting this either?"

I used my tongue to lick up and down the sides of his shaft as he responded, "Not at all. I shouldn't be surprised, since you're amazing at everything else. I just wasn't expecting you to be this good. Or experienced."

I giggled again as I took him back into my mouth, closing my lips around his cock as I moved up and down. Parker used his hand to brush my hair out of my face and behind my head, giving him a clear view of me blowing him. He kept his hand loosely on the back of my head as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"I'm going to cum," Parker warned me a few minutes later.

I moved my mouth to just his tip, swirling my tongue around it, and kept my hand moving on his cock. I felt his fingers gripping on my hair as he got closer and closer to his orgasm. When he finally hit it, I heard him grunt as the first rope of cum shot out and hit my throat.

In response, I immediately moved my mouth down his cock, taking all of him in as he came, shooting rope after rope of cum into me. I quickly swallowed it, staring up at Parker as he moved his head from side-to-side and moaned.

"Wow," he finally said as his orgasm ended. I took his cock out of my mouth and used my tongue to clean off his shaft and tip.

I sat back up and licked my lips as Parker breathed deeply, staring at me. "You OK?" I asked with a little giggle.

"Just great. Wow," he said.

I laughed a little louder. "Ready to go home?"

"If you are," he said, tucking his cock back into his pants. We kissed a little more before deciding to leave. When we got back to my house, I considered inviting Parker inside but decided I didn't want to rush things. Instead, I let him walk me to the doorstep, gave him a hug and a kiss, and walked inside, waving goodbye to him.

I waited a little bit to text Parker again. At least two hours. Maybe just an hour. We agreed that we both had fun, but we also didn't want to push things too much. I was happy we were on the same page.

I didn't go to the coffee shop on Monday, but did on Tuesday. When I saw Parker as I walked through the door, I felt butterflies in my stomach, and blushed a little as he said hi. I said hi back pretty fast and we both laughed as our gaze lingered on each other, memories of Saturday flashing through my mind.

Later that day, after practice and while I was listening to a lecture, I texted Parker and said, "So... what you doing tonight?"

"Well, after that text, I'm hoping to see you," came a response a few minutes later.

"Perfect. My house at 8?"

"I'll be there."

That night, I had my hair pulled back into a ponytail, and was wearing a black University of Utah tank top and gray sweatpants, also with the university logo on them. Being a gymnast had its perks, one of them being lots of free merchandise.

I met Parker at the door when I heard his truck, opening the door and giving him a hug when he walked in. His eyes were looking around the house, noticing the empty living room and kitchen as he asked, "No roommates tonight?"

"Nope. Just me. And now you," I said before giving him a quick kiss. "So... is that OK?"

"Of course. What did you want to do?"

I smiled at him and asked, "Do you want to see my room?" At the same time, I trailed my fingers down his arm before taking his hand in mine. He eagerly nodded as I started to walk down the hall leading to the stairs.

My bedroom was upstairs and at the end of a hallway, just past my roommates' rooms. "Are your roommates gymnasts too?" Parker asked as he looked at their closed doors.

"Nope. Just me," I told him as I opened the door to my room and closed it behind us.

"Where are they tonight?" he said, looking around my room, his gaze lingering on the gymnastics trophies on top of my dresser and a small wall next to the door that I had covered in pictures.

"Why? Are you nervous?" I teased him as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

"No, but wasn't sure if we had a timeline or not," he said, putting his hands on my hips as I walked us to the bed.

"Don't worry about it. Wouldn't be the first time I've been caught," I told him as he sat on the bed, I climbed onto his lap, and we started to make out.

I pressed my body against his as we kissed and started to roll my hips, rubbing our groins together. He kept his hands on my hips, helping to move them back and forth as our lips parted and our tongues swirled together.

I unwrapped my arms from his neck and moved them down to the bottom of my tank top. I started to pull it up and over my head, briefly ending the kiss, and tossed it behind me. Parker kissed me back but then pulled away, his eyes going down to my naked chest.

He instinctively brought his hands up and cupped my breasts, squeezing them a few times, as my nipples grew hard against his palms. He leaned forward towards my left breast, looking up at me to see my reaction as he stuck out his tongue and flicked my nipple.

I moaned as he wrapped his lips around my nipple and sucked it into his mouth. I continued to roll my hips, dry humping him over our clothes. He started to move his mouth between my breasts, always keeping his hands on them, as he used his tongue and lips to lick and suck my nipples.

"That feels so good," I moaned, running my fingers through his long dark hair.

"Your tits are amazing," he said as he moved from breast to breast. "So perfect."

"Hmm," I moaned, looking down and smiling as he squeezed my breasts softly, running his tongue across them, and kissing them with his lips. I watched for a few moments, my hips still grinding our groins together before I scooted back, and reached down with my hands. I quickly unsnapped and unzipped his pants.

I pulled them apart, smiling as I felt the tip of his hard cock poking through his boxers with my fingers, and reached in to pull his cock completely out. Parker let out a low moan as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started to stroke him.

I stood up a second later, keeping my hand on his cock, while making him take his hands off me. I knelt on the floor in front of him, quickly took off his pants and boxers, and started to tease the tip of his cock with my tongue as I continued to move my hand up and down his shaft.

Parker moaned again as he took off his shirt and I wrapped my lips around his cock and started to bob my head up and down it. "Fuck, Camie," he moaned as he gently placed his hand on my head, helping me to take all of him into my mouth.

"I want you."

I was already incredibly turned on, but hearing him say those three words sent another rush of excitement through me.

I took him deep into my mouth one more time before releasing him and standing up. I took a step back from Parker and, with his eyes glued to me, I started to pull down my sweatpants.

"I'm surprised your underwear doesn't have the Utes logo on it too," he teased as my black lace-trimmed cheeky underwear came into view.

"Maybe next time," I teased back as I quickly took them off and climbed back onto his lap.

We kissed again as I held myself up, reached down with one hand, and guided his cock into my clean-shaven pussy. I moaned into his mouth as I let go with my hand, and slid down his shaft. We continued to make out, our tongues swirling together, and I rolled my hips, sliding my pussy up and down his cock.

"Fuck," he moaned again as our kiss ended. He leaned back on the bed, lying down on it, and put his hands on my hips as I moved up and down, riding his cock.

"You say that a lot," I giggled as I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure I was feeling as I fucked him.

"It's hard to think of anything else when you feel this good," he said, starting to move his hands up and down my body, using them to cup and squeeze my breasts and softly slap my ass.

"Why don't you show me just how good you can make me feel?" I said, leaning down, pressing my naked body against his, and giving him a quick kiss.

He wrapped his arms around me and flipped us over, his cock slipping out of me. We quickly scooted up to the top of the bed, lying my head down on a pillow, as I kept my legs spread wide for him.

I watched as Parker wrapped one hand around his cock, used his other hand to push his long hair behind his head before placing it on the bed to support himself, and leaned over me. He teased my pussy with his cock, running it over my clit and my lips before slowly inserting the tip, then pulling it back out.

"Do you enjoy teasing me?"

"Yes. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all," I said as he continued to rub my pussy with his cock.

He finally stopped and pushed his cock past my lower lips, and slid all the way inside. He put both hands on the bed as he started to thrust back and forth, giving me his full length every time, making me moan as he pushed deep inside.

"That's it, baby, just like that. Oh yes! Make me feel good!"

I purposely kept my arms and legs away from him, letting him fuck me as hard and fast as he wanted. I closed my eyes, leaving my mouth hanging open to moan, as he slammed into me over and over.

He leaned down, kissed my lips, then my neck, and my breasts as he shortened his thrusting, using only the first few inches of his cock to fuck me. I moaned loudly as I put my hand on the back of his head as he sucked on my nipple.

I finally wrapped my legs around him, moving them back and forth with him. He finally licked each of my nipples one more time before pushing himself above me and fucking me hard and fast.

"I'm going to cum," he moaned.

"Me too," I said, feeling my orgasm building up.

"Cum with me, Camie!"

I tightened my legs around him as we melted together, moving in sync, even our moans coming out at the same time. I was rolling my hips up to meet him as he pushed deep inside me.

"I'm so close, Parker. Don't stop," I told him, wrapping my legs and arms around him.

I could feel his cock start to pulse inside me as he groaned and his orgasm started. My pussy clenched around his cock at the same time, my own wave of pleasure washing over my body. We kept moving, back and forth, his cock going in and out of me, as stream after stream of cum came out, filling my pussy.

"Oh yes!" I moaned as I pushed up as high as I could go, my back arching off the bed, my powerful gymnast legs pushing upwards to get him as deep as possible.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Parker moaned as he kept cumming, finally having to stop moving as the orgasm fully took over.

We started to kiss, a powerful, passionate, emotional, and lust-filled kiss. My body lowered down, our lips pressing together all that mattered as our orgasms slowed and ended. I felt his cock going limp and slipping out of my pussy, along with some of his cum leaking out, but we still continued to kiss, not wanting to let go of each other in that moment.

When we finally did separate, Parker rolled off me, wrapped his arm around my body, and pulled me close to cuddle with him. I snuggled up against his body, then reached over to the nightstand to grab my phone.

I quickly read a message on it and laughed. When Parker asked what I was laughing at, I said, "One of my roommates is back and said she has pizza when we're done. Are you hungry?"

"Um, yeah, actually, that sounds good," he replied, a little surprised at the offer. "I'm guessing that means she could hear us?"

I laughed as I started to climb out of the bed and look for my clothes. "If she didn't hear me moaning, she probably heard the bed. It happens a lot."

"Always you?"

I looked over at him, giving him a look that I hoped made it clear I was wondering if he was joking. I grabbed my sweats and started to pull them up my legs and said, "No, not always me. Now, are you going to put some clothes on before you meet my roommates?"

Parker shook his head as he climbed out of the bed and reached for his boxers.