He wasn’t far away, mingling with friends when you tugged on his jacket sleeve signaling to him your need as discreetly as possible.

It didn’t take much explaining from him, and not long after he all but ran from the group as you tugged him through the sea of gowns and body glitter.

It didn’t take long for you to find any empty bathroom to pull him into locking the door behind you and pouncing on him.

Drunken kisses exchanged as you two did the best to rid the other of clothes but struggling with the amount of zippers and buttons on your dress.

He gave up, letting out a sigh as he lifted you onto the bathroom counter. Lips trailing messily from yours, down your neck and littering bites all over your exposed chest.

You let out a mix of a whine and moan, you loved how he felt but if he wasn’t inside of you soon you’d exploded.

Your hands hurriedly found his pants zipper as you made quick of freeing his length from its prison.

He had long abandoned the task of getting you completely naked and settled on lifting your dress and sliding your panties as far right as they’d go.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, using your heel to beckon him closer as you held his base in hand, guiding his dick to your slick entrance.

Groans left the both of you as he entered, his hands finding your plush thighs and he gripped them for leverage as he quickened his pace.

“F-uck.” The broken curse leaving his mouth in a low almost whine as your tightness sucked him in, his jaw slack as he soaked in your warmth.

“Oh- like that, please, keep fucking me like that” you murmured breathily.

He pulled you to the edge of the counter, achieving a new angle that could have sent you off the edge immediately. Your hands braced the counter behind you keeping you.

His hands left your thighs as they trailed up your waist, his movement quick and desperate as he yanked your top down freeing your heavy breasts from it.

“Sexy ass titites.” He whispered, as his hand moved almost instinctively to your nipple pinching it as he watched you through low eyes.

You bit your lip to try and suppress the loud moans escaping you, but your attempt was in vain as he tilted his head bringing your boob to his mouth.

He started with a kitten lick knowing how sensitive you were. Before adding the thumb of his unoccupied hand onto your thumping clit, rubbing in slow circles to bring your impending climax.

The way tyriq sucked at you as if it was for his pleasure almost made your eyes roll into your head. You could feel his throbbing cock, at his approaching release as he fucked into you fiercely.

It wasn’t long before a knock on the door and a jingle of the door knob slowed him in his track. His mouth lifting from your chest with a pop as he glanced at the door.

“Don’t stop, baby im so fucking close please.” You pleaded. Eyes locking in on his as you push him back into you with the back of your heel, urging him to continue.

Against his better judgment he continued, usually your first thought would be to make sure no one saw but in your drunken, fucked out state that was the last thing in your mind.

His thumb quickened on your clit as he made it his mission to get you off.

“That’s it, like that baby, like that.” You prompted him to continue, the noise of the person behind the door becoming drowned out under the sound of your moans. You could care less who heared.

“Ill cum if you keep fucking me like that” you moaned.

He moaned in response to your praises, they did nothing to quiet him down, only pushing him faster, moans and grunts becoming louder.

“S-shit im gonna cum” he warned. One hand in between your thighs, the other gripping a thigh as he thrusted into you.

“I wanna feel it, in me please.” You moaned as your climax approached with his.

You both shuddered as your orgasms over took. His hips jerking as he rocked in and out you slow. Your pussy clenching around his length milking his seed out as he came.

He leaned over as his forehead resting on yours. You breaths mixing in the after of what just happened. You went to seal your lips to his when the doors knob shook again. The inline person behind the door angry they could get inside to pee. You went sure how long you had been in there, but out of every bathroom in this place they had to choose this.

“We gotta move mama.” Tyriq mumbled as he slowly pulled out of you causing a whine from how sensitive you still were.

He wet a towel cleaning you up, before helping you off the counter and adjusting your dress.

The person outside was so persistent you knew there was no way you and tyriq could leave the bathroom without being seen.

You both did a once over before exiting the bathroom.

You mumbled a small and quick apology as you walked past the person back into the party. As if nothing happened you and tyriq said your few goodbyes before heading to your hotel.

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I just needed a place to get a coffee in between classes and on days off. I hadn’t expected to end up with a slight obsession with the waitress there.

It was two months ago when I first saw her. I had sat down just needing a coffee and some space to work. 

Her voice registered before anything else. It was soft and felt familiar even though I had never met her before. It was like the pressure from classes and football lifted from my shoulders. I glanced at her and immediately tore my eyes away. I was a thousand percent sure that was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. 

Girls were never a problem for me particularly, I just knew better than to add anything complicated onto my already full plate.

People talked , how "Cameron Cade was a player and switched from girl to girl.” And maybe they were partially true there were some here and there but I wasn’t half of the whore the campus thought of me. 

I stayed to myself for the most part. I could recognize a pretty girl when I saw one but it was easier this way. Less distractions and less expectations from others.

A girlfriend wasn't exactly at the forefront of my mind. Until her.

After muttering my order, a black coffee, I tried to busy myself with work but it was impossible when I knew she was around.

Whenever her back was turned or she was too busy to pay attention I was looking. There was something calming in how fluidly she moved through the space.  How bright her smile was and how sweet her voice was.

I made sure to look away in time so I didn’t seem like a creep with a staring problem. She would always try to make small talk but it’s like all basic social skills were out the window when she came around. 

I tried to flash a smile when I could remember how to work my face and say thank you whenever she would refill my coffee. I wasn’t trying to come off rude, hopefully she didn’t see me that way.

The feelings she produced out of me were foreign. When I decided I wanted to entertain attention from a woman it usually came easy. Most of the time they were already interested and I didn’t have to work much.

Something made me not even want to try and make an advance at her. She seems out my league, I wouldn’t risk fucking up anything. 

The diner was peaceful and the spot I found allowed me to stay out the way long enough to get something done unbothered, at least when I could tear my eyes away from her to focus on my work.

It was just a plus the girl serving me coffee was out of this world gorgeous.

After an hour of multitasking assignment and staring, I left a tip and left. She more than deserved it, I was definitely satisfied with my visit and would be returning very soon.

It started off pretty tame, I would come by the diner on any off day I had and that wasn’t very often. At least not as often as I wanted too.

Our interactions never went beyond simple, ‘hello’s’ and ‘the usual?’. It was a shame I didn’t have any classes with her. I wondered what her major was.

We had never crossed paths before the diner and I was invested in learning more about her. All I knew was her name from her name tag.

First it was a coincidence, seeing her across the quad with a group of friends. That led to having conversations with those same people at a party and learning more of you through their intoxicated oversharing.

Their friend who didn’t come out to party because of homework. 

‘She’s has a stem major, if she’s not working she’s studying’ 

She was beautiful and smart. 

Next, I saw her in the dining hall. She was alone and oblivious enough to not check if anyone was looking at her. Head down in her own world.

I went the next day at the same time and she was there again. It became a routine. I hadn’t known her full schedule yet but from what I picked up, she worked afternoons during the school week and worked early on weekends. That worked well with my schedule so I was able to pop it at her job and see her.

It’s not like I just went for her, I would get work done. And I wasn’t stalking her at the quad. I just knew when she would be there and decided to sit where she would pass me.

I tried to rationalize myself going out of my way to see her. It was probably starting to borderline stalker-ish. But it was worth it. The little time I could see her even if we didn’t talk much.

Part of it being my fault because I was too scared to speak. I wasn’t sure what I was afraid of. Maybe it was the fact that most interactions I had with a woman were usually quick and for one reason. I never really did the lovey stuff. I guess I never found the right person I wanted to try it with. She felt close but I wouldn’t  make her an experiment in my love life. 

So watching her would have to be enough.

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That leads me to today. It's been two months of acting like her shadow and I was used to the schedule. But after the day I had I needed to see her.

I overslept, missing my first class of the day and a test which my professor wouldn't allow a retake.

After that it was pretty smoothe sailing, until later. 

At practice, the coach didn’t let anything slide. If I was off a second on anything he was on my ass. It dragged out an hour later than usual.

Not to mention the call from home, my mom reminding me that they are all back home and miss me. That they’re rooting for me. 

Truth is sometimes I didn’t even want to play anymore. Being QB is nice but it has been my dads passion longer than mine, buy i coudn't let them down.

No one understood though. 

I just needed some calm after the shit show that was today. That's how I ended up at the diner. It was late and they were about to close but I just needed to see her. The thought of having to wait till Wednesday for time to see her didn’t appeal to me at all. 

I’d just stop by before closing and go simple.

I entered, there she was with her back turned, she spoke reminding me that they closed soon.

Her voice made me regret coming just a bit, I could tell she was tired and the last thing she wanted to do was help another person tonight.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be quick” I managed, taking a seat at the counter.

It was just us from what I could see.

She beckoned me to take a seat, she seemed far away in thought. Her back was to me again as she put on some coffee. 

I loved watching her, something about her I couldn’t place. I can’t even say what I'd give to know what she was thinking.

She placed my coffee down not even needing to be reminded of what I liked. I was aware a plain black coffee wasn’t hard to remember but I’m sure she helps many people a day but the fact she reminded me at least my order meant something.

She turned back away, my voice was caught, I wanted to say something but didn’t know what.

“You always know my order.”

That was good right? A good conversation started.

“Um ... .yeah you come in a lot.” She said dismissively.

“I didn’t know it was noticeable” I tried to laugh it off.

“It is kind of my job to notice things like that.” She let out a quiet laugh. 

She was right, it was her job. Nothing not special.

I’m not sure why I thought otherwise. This fucked up obsession is just in head and she has no idea how I feel and probably thinks I’m a creep.

“You’re here later than usual.” She observed. Her voice as soft as honey. 

My head lifted a little. She noticed. Maybe I’m not as delusional. 

It was her job dumbass. Of course.

After that the conversations didn’t last long.

She asked me about my day. This was all new, I was never able to get past simple greetings and now we were having a full conversation and she seemed genuinely interested. She made me feel like I could be vulnerable. 

I didn’t feel that often.

And of course she was a good listener, something else to add to the growing list of positive qualities she possessed.

We talked back and forth for what felt like forever. Maybe it was because I didn't want the moment to end.

Smiled on our face as we sat in a comfortable silence once all was and and done. 

She reminded me that it was closing time and that brought me out of my trance. All the weight I came there with felt lifted even if it was only going to last for a little. 

“I’ll see you soon?” She asked me, was that hope I heard in her voice or was I tripping?

“For sure” I nodded as I gave her a smile and exited.

I tried to be nonchalant knowing that my hands were clammy from how nervous I was, hopefully she couldn’t tell.

I left the diner walking to my car trying to not jump in joy. Did the idea of seeing her again do as much to her as it did me.

I had to convince myself not to make the days I go to the diner on my schedule because I felt like I was doing too much.

All I could think of as I drove home was what my next move would be to make her mind.

Fuck all the talk about leaving her alone. That was done. She would know how I felt one way or another. 

My first step was to get her out of the diner.

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