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The fall leaves swirled around my car as I sat stopped at a notoriously long red light. I was happy work was over and it was the weekend, and my good mood was heightened by one of my favorite songs coming over the radio. I got into the beat with no shame; singing loudly, banging on my steering wheel as if it were the drums, and happily acting out as if there were a microphone in my face. Originally when I pulled up, I was alone, but I became very aware someone was watching me and I turned to spot a wildly gorgeous woman not more than five feet from me, watching the impromptu show from the passenger seat. The man at the wheel kept his eyes on the road, seemingly concentrating. Struck by the stunning audience watching me, I froze, glancing sideways to see if she was still watching–which she was.
A smirk in the corner of her lips revealed a small dimple in her cheek and her eye contact made me blush at first. She wore a knitted red stocking cap with one of the puff balls at the top, but underneath it I could see black strands spilling out from the hem. Her eyes were a welcoming emerald green that I’d never encountered and I had the sudden need to stare into them forever. As the best part of the song rose, I unashamedly turned toward her fully with an invisible microphone in front of my mouth, and sang with the enthusiasm of the original creator–if not more. Her smirk burst into a wide smile, accompanied by silent laughter as her window was up, and a small head shake that said silly, silly girl. The red ball bounced as she laughed. I noticed she actually had two dimples and a Monroe piercing just above her lip.
Her laughter drew the attention of her driver and he glanced at the both of us before he started to pull off to turn. Her breath had slightly fogged up her window and as she passed, she drew a small heart in the condensation, assumingly rating my performance. I smiled and was a little sad as I watched them turn away. A honk startled me from behind and the moment had passed, but the occurrence occupied my mind for the rest of the night. Once in bed, I laid on my back with my tired eyes closed and my mind gravitated toward wondering how her laugh sounded and who the man was beside her. As I started to drift to sleep and my mind lost inhibition, I wondered how her cherry-colored lips tasted as well as between her legs.
The night brought dreams of this green-eyed mystery woman nestled on top of me, naked with a white sheet wrapped around us, binding us. Her inquisitive eyes watched me at first, with her chin propped up on her folded arms halfway down my torso, peeking between my breasts. She spoke with a smile, but no sound came out as she moved her hands to my sides and started leaving red lipstick prints down my stomach to my navel. My entire body tingled with each kiss and even more so the further down she went. As her raven black hair started to disappear beneath the sheet, I woke up and the dream was gone, leaving only a pulsing feeling behind.
Leaving my warm bed was difficult, especially with the dropping temperatures. I tapped my phone to check the time and it was nearly 1 p.m. I slept late and I still felt I could’ve slept more. Fall was my favorite time of the year, but it always seemed too short, so I tried my best to savor it. To wake myself up, I decided to get dressed and walk to a local coffee shop I’d recently been recommended. The sun was out and while the trees looked nearly skeletal, the ground was full of Autumn-colored leaves that danced at every gust. I threw on a long sleeve thermal, jeans, my sneakers, and donned a worn-out biker jacket. It wasn’t the warmest, but it was good enough. I pulled my beanie over my cocoa-colored hair and headed outside to where I was immediately hit with a frigid gust of wind. I almost regretted my decision, but I decided to suck it up and tough the walk.
I passed storefronts and porches that made me smile with their Halloween decorations and their toothy grinning pumpkins. I came upon a very small, hole in the wall shop and I checked the address against my phone: I had found it. Across the storefront window was a simple mug of coffee with the comical steam of the coffee spelling out “Oli’s”. The window itself was damp with condensation from the humidity within. A blurred woman was sitting cross legged in the window nook with her head down, with a book in one hand and a mug in the other. It was a lot smaller than I had imagined, but before I had time to look over anything else, a cold gust sent me darting inside for warmth.
A bell rang above my head as I entered and a few stray leaves followed me in. A white-haired gentleman sat on a black stool with an acoustic guitar in hand, singing and playing smoothly. Immediately, the place had a calming effect on me. The scent of coffee, the warmth of both the shop and the décor, and the music was relaxing. Embedded in the wall just inside the entrances was shelf of books; some tattered and some new. A handwritten sign above Fikirtepe Escort it read, “take a book, leave a book”. I removed my beanie and shoved it in my jacket pocket before wiping my feet to head to the counter. The wooden floor creaked as I walked and I glanced at the art pieces hanging on the wall, as so vastly different. The most interesting part was the furniture. Seats consisted of mismatched sofa chairs, a window bench, and random cushions to sit on. Coffee and end tables followed suit, and all of it looked very worn-in as if they’d plucked it all from a thrift store. Yet all of it seemed to fit the personality of the place perfectly. The menu was a chalkboard handwritten in different colors and on the counter was a small service bell accompanied with a placard that said “ring for service.” I fulfilled the request.
The song ended as the older gentleman headed behind the counter and give me the most hospitable smile possible.
“What can I get you?” He asked.
“I think I’d just like a black coffee for now, thank you.”
He pushed a silver pair of glasses up his nose and turned to fetch a mug from the plethora of mismatched mugs. As he poured the coffee, I glanced around the room, checking out the other people in the place. Two men shared a table; one using a laptop and the other with a bundle of papers in front of him. A woman with her back turned toward me had on an oversized black hoodie that almost swallowed her, and leggings. A pair of Doc Martens sat empty on the floor beside her and you could see the toes of her socks sticking out from under her, showing small stripes of rainbow. Her hair was dominantly black with a dash of cerulean blue dyed in. It looked chaotic, but as if done on purpose. Nearby was a black cloth crossbody bag dotted with white images.
My coffee was slid across the counter along with a point to the sugar and cream, which I nodded gratefully and declined. I pulled cash out my pocket and the man shook his head and smiled.
“First one is free for new customers.”
I smiled and thanked him, but slid the cash in a mason jar labeled Tips as he returned to his guitar. His low, calming voice filled the room again as I found my seat. I chose a blue sofa chair with a small yellow pillow that said home in cross stitch, and I wondered if someone’s grandmother had sewn it. I sunk into the seat and pressed both hands to the sides of the coffee mug to warm my hands. The mug had a frazzled cartoon cat on it that said “You’re freaking me-owt.” I chuckled, causing the woman to turn and glance at me before flipping another page. She wore librarian-esque glasses that were attached to a small chain leading around the back of her neck.
“You,” I said, immediately realizing I recognized her. I felt as though I said it with a little too much excitement.
She turned toward me, meeting my eyes, “Me?”
“Stop light girl!”
She peered at me with her lips pursed in analyzation, as if studying to see if I was strange, crazy, or messing with her. Her eyes lightened as she recognized me.
“Ah, the rockstar,” she smirked, “I remember you. That was quite the concert.”
“I was glad to entertain.” While idiotically grinning, I gave a half-hearted bowed. Her dimples made an appearance.
“I was happy to make you laugh,” I continued.
“Hold,” she said before reaching out her mug to me, which I held. The book was bookmarked and sat on top of her bag. She removed her reading glasses that she left dangling around her neck and turned to face me. Once she was comfortable, I handed her the mug and sat gawking, unsure what to say and struggling to keep eye contact. The verdant eyes penetrated mine, a similar color to her coffee. I broke the connection and looked her up and down, taking in her aesthetic. She wore a white tank top with a black hoodie loose around her shoulders. Dainty hands clasp around the width of her mug. The same shade of cerulean blue painted her nails and two small rings wrapped around each thumb.
“Tell me something,” I said, regaining the confidence to meet her gaze.
“Tell you something? Such as?” She cocked her head slightly while squinting her eyes as if curious. She brushed a tuft of escapes hair behind her ear and I noticed another piercing: a set of plugs with tiny skulls on them.
“Anything. First thing that comes to mind.” She bit her bottom lip contemplating and I tenaciously had the urge to kiss this complete stranger. Not just kiss her, but press her up against the wall and kiss her with a substantial amount of passion she wouldn’t forget. I shook the intrusive thought from my head.
“The first thing that comes to mind is how this silly person I saw preforming a solo rock concert in her truck is now suddenly very nervous sitting here in front of me,” she ended with a sly smile.
“Oh well, I’m much more confident preforming live than I am off-stage,” I said without missing a beat. She laughed and it was so infectious that Fikirtepe Escort Bayan I couldn’t help but beam.
“Plus, I don’t want to come on too strong.” The words came out of my mouth impulsively and I paused to wait for her response, baiting her into revealing if she was attracted to me.
“Come on too strong? What makes you think I’d be into you?” Her tone turned playful and flirty, accompanied by wrinkling her nose. I untensed my body.
“Well, I’m irresistible,” I shrugged, “I mean, who can resist this face.” I gave her the biggest, cheesiest grin I could and she laughed again. I was already addicted to it.
“Also, your socks,” I nodded toward them and she looked down before wriggling her toes.
“And egotistical, I see,” she said, rolling her eyes. I smirked and we fell to silence, just surveying each other.
“Your turn. Tell me something.” She sipped her dwindling drink.
I leaned toward her as if about to tell her something very secret, “Do you believe in fate?”
“Oh, don’t pull that line,” she scoffed.
“What are the chances we just happen to run into each other? I think it’s a sign,” I joked.
“A sign to what? Go out on a date with you?”
I pretended to be offended, “Hell, no. I’m not that predictable.”
“Then what?”
I nodded toward her almost empty mug, “To let me buy you another cup of coffee.”
She laughed at my playfulness and nodded, handing me her mug. I sat mine aside and headed to the counter, where the man was now watering a small plant.
“A refill on whatever she had, please” I asked and he obliged. I got out money to pay. He laughed gently and shook his head, waving the money away. Confused, I gave him a thank you nod. I returned to her and handed her the piping hot mug.
“I’m not sure how they plan to make money being so nice here,” I said, nonchalantly.
“Why is that?” She attempted to cool her coffee by blowing on it.
“Well, he said my drink was free because I was new, but I expected to pay for yours.”
She smiled, “I get unlimited refills.” She continued blowing on her drink.
“Why is that? You’re just that awesome?”
With a smirk, she met my eyes and then pointed at the window behind her, towards the backward words, “I’m Oli.”
I paused for a moment, trying to think of something to combat putting my foot in my mouth.
“Well, in that case I think your business will do very well and the coffee is delightful.”
“Cute,” she said in a jokingly condescending way, yet somehow it still felt like a compliment. She took a few sips of her still steaming coffee.
“What do you do? Assuming you’re not actually a rock star.”
“I write,” I answered, finishing off my drink and setting it aside on an ugly brownish green table.
“Really?” She seemed surprised. “What exactly do you write?”
“Oh, really boring stuff. Technical writing, mainly. I freelance a bit more creatively in my free time.”
She nodded, as if pondering what the hell technical writing was.
“Do you do anything else? Or solely a coffee connoisseur?”
“I moonlight as a stripper,” she responded dead pan. I started to laugh but caught myself, squinting my eyes at her to gauge if she was serious. She broke her serious look with a laugh.
“Had you there for a second,” she said, “I wish I had the confidence for that, they make way more money than I do. Nope, this is all really. I like to volunteer some places, but this my main focus in life… for now.” Before I had a chance to question what that meant, a car brake screeched to a stop outside the window. She wiped the water droplets from the window and glanced at the car. She bent over and started returning her boots to her feet. She stood, and began collecting her belongings. I noticed that the white images on her bag was a pattern of thousands of books.
“My ride is here,” she said, and suddenly I felt sad.
“I could’ve given you a ride,” I said, even though I walked. I’d have sprinted home to get my truck if it meant I’d get to spend more time with her.
She paused and closed her eyes for a moment, “I’m refraining from making a joke you set me up for. Also, you’re a total stranger.”
“Fair enough,” I shrugged, watching her pull the red stocking cap from her bag and pulled it over her head. It made me smile. Suddenly, she held out her hand expectantly and unsure what to do, I put my hand in hers. She smirked, “Phone.”
“Oh,” I felt flustered and took my hand back in an embarrassed way. I searched my pockets for my phone, handing it to her. She traded me with her phone and I put my number in. When we traded back, she laughed as she saw what I put as my contact.
“Rockstar? I love it.”
“Way cooler than technical writer,” I commented.
“See you later, Rockstar.” She handed me the rest of her coffee and left out the door. She glanced at me through the window as she got in the car with the same man driving. As she drove Escort Fikirtepe off, I flipped through my phone contacts to see what she had written. When I found her, I smiled. She had put a rainbow emoji, “Oli”, and a coffee mug emoji. Leaning back, I felt accomplished. I confidently took a sip of her coffee and then immediately spit it back into the mug with a disgusted face. The man at the counter had been watching me and laughed loudly as I wiped my lips on my sleeve. I brought him the mugs and stuffed some more cash in the tip jar.
“Likes her sugar, doesn’t she?”
***
Later that night I sat at home, a movie playing on my TV in spite of me not paying attention to it. I laid lazily on the couch, repeatedly checking my phone. Each time I started a text and deleted it. Am I too eager, I wondered. Thinking of what to compose, I just staring at a blank screen. At first, I typed can I see you? It changed to I want to see you. More assertive and straight forward, getting my point across. I frowned and chewed my bottom lip in thought. For the last time, I changed it and sent it before I could change my mind again.
I need to see you.
It was accurate. At least, I felt it was. I was drawn to her, as if I needed to see her as soon as I possibly could. I sat my phone down on the coffee table and– with a racing heart–laid back on the couch, covering my eyes with my forearm. I didn’t know why I felt so nervous. Almost sick. I didn’t usually get so worked up over someone, but she was all I could think about. My mind was lost in thought and sank into her appearance. The haphazard styled hair with the twinge of color. Her rosy lips as she bit the bottom one in concentration. The lively eyes, studying me. The perk of her eyebrow when she’s interested. I wanted to bury my fingertips in her hair, to feel her soft lips against mine. The tip of her tongue meeting mine in a teasing way as I took handfuls of her bare thighs. I wanted to feel the weight of her grinding down on top of me while her nipples dragged against my chest. I wanted her eyes locked onto mine while she tasted me. Suddenly, I was very turned on.
Still laying comfortably on the couch, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand beneath the waistband of my underwear. My fingertips immediately met wetness and I let out a small groan as I pressed them against my clit. My body ached with how badly I wanted her on top of me, kissing down my neck. Biting my earlobe enough to cause just the smallest bit of pain, and switching between sucking and pinching my nipples. I grinded hard against my fingers and as I neared closer to coming, my brain switched gears. I imagined being on top of her, inside of her, feeling her warmth as she dragged her nails across my back. Her lips pressed against my ear as I listened to her involuntary moans. As I thought about her tightening and pulsing around my fingers as she came, I came as well.
Before my body had a chance to stop twitching, a ding came from my phone and I shot up to check it.
Tonight at 6
Following was an address provided and a small jolt of eagerness shot through me. I felt almost childish with excitement. I’ll be there, I responded before flopping back on the couch. I stared at the rolling credits on the TV while anticipating what we’d be doing.
***
My truck idled in front of a house as I stood, leaning against it while waiting for her. I panicked mildly on what to wear, so I kept it simple: black jeans with small tears in the knees and a long-sleeve shirt hidden under my jacket. She emerged from the house in the same leggings, but she now wore a black peacoat. The ball from her cap bounced as she made her way down the sidewalk. I opened the passenger door for her and she thanked me. Inside the truck was warm and I sat for a moment, looking her over and being unable to stop smiling.
“What?” She asked.
“Just taking you in is all,” I shrugged, “Where to?”
She dropped her gaze with a bashful smirk, “The library.”
“The library? Is there a bar called that?”
She laughed, “The actual library. I have a small obligation before we do anything fun. I hope that’s okay.”
“I’m down for anything, honestly, but I think the library is closed by now.” I shifted into drive and started heading there.
“I volunteer there. It is closed, but I have a key.” She patted her pockets and checked her bag, “Damn, I’ve forgotten my gloves.”
Without taking my eyes off the road, I fished through my center console, bringing out a pair of gloves and handing them to her.
“Tell me something,” I spoke, trying to start a conversation.
“Ask me something,” she unfolded my gloves and put them on, “Really?” She smirked and held out her hands to display the gloves. On the back of them were skeletal hands.
I smiled, “What? They’re festive. Glow in the dark, too,” She laughed.
“You’re a funny person,” she playfully nudged my shoulder, “I enjoy it.” She looked at my profile and I suddenly felt see through.
“I am here to entertain,” I responded and shifted in my seat, “So my question. Why don’t you drive?”
“What makes you ask that?”
“I’ve just noticed each time I’ve seen you, you’ve been driven. There’s no problem with it, I was just curious.”
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