“Do you have any cream pie donuts?” She said loudly in a sweet voice. The waitress nodded. Jackie looked at me and back at the waitress. “My boyfriend loves creampies.” She said again, loudly in a sing-song voice. “Chocolate ones especially, if you have them.”
The waitress paused and thought for a moment. My heart was pounding and I felt furious. My face must’ve been beet red.
“Uh no just the regular kind.” She said finally.
Jackie made a face of mock disappointment before shrugging and saying “Okay well we’ll take a couple of regular creampies then.”
The waitress nodded scribbling in her book and walked off.
As soon as she was out of earshot I leaned forward and hissed, “What the fuck are you thinking? Don’t ever do that again!”
Jackie’s face got dark and she furrowed her brows. “You can’t tell me what to do and you literally asked for this to happen and it’s not fair that you’re angry with me.” There were tears in her eyes and I thought she was about to scream. I was frustrated and humiliated even though I’m pretty sure the waitress had no idea what was going on. I was still clinging to the idea we can have a normal respectable relationship but it was clear Jackie wasn’t going to let me compartmentalize.
We ate in silence and then drove home because she wanted to take a nap. Working as late as she did really messed with your sleep schedule, and since I was her ride I was similarly tired. As we lay in bed I spied her beautiful shapely form with her slim waist and long waiving brunette hair. I thought about her being used by another guy and all I wanted to do was be inside of her myself. I was hard instantly and as I spooned her I pressed myself against her plump ass. She groaned and said, “Not now, I’m sore.”
I wanted to take back my anger and frustration from before, and I wanted to apologize, and most of all I wanted to feel her sweet warm velvety pussy wrapping around my dick.
“Please,” I said. I rubbed my hardon on her lower back and slid it against her ass, grinding urgently. Imagining that she was sitting back shaking her ass and twerking on my dick at the club. I wondered how many guys she got off by rubbing them that way. Then I wondered how many guys she actually just got off when they whipped their dicks out, like she had gotten that other guy off last night. I wondered how long it had taken her to gain the courage to admit to me that what I fantasized about had actually happened.
“No I mean it, I’m really too sore.”
“Just a little bit…” I pleaded. “Just the tip. I promise. I just need to feel you.”
“NO.” she said forcefully.
I waited in silence for a few minutes before slipping out of bed and going to the laundry basket. I found her dirty panties from the night before and silently picked them up and snuck away to the bathroom. I just needed to taste her and smell her. I brought her filthy panties up to my face and inhaled the scent of sex and found myself licking the damp fabric before forcing it in my mouth. Just like the night before I whipped out my dick and started cumming in near moments as I tasted the leftovers of her sex.