EroticReverie

Ella Lynn Estrella

What the fuck just happened? I ask myself, as I drive home from work, leaving my boss blinking like a deer in headlights after I'd spilled that I was virgin. But, I was going to let him do whatever the hell he wanted to me. That was just facts. I was so ready to lose my fucking virginity to him, and wasn't even dating him. Couldn't date him even if I wanted to. But losing it to Trey Thomas, how many girls get to say that? So if he wouldve kept going, wouldve gone all the way, I'd have let him. I had no intention of telling him I was a virgin either. I'd blurted it out in anger, in embarrassment. 

Maybe he's trying to do the right thing, and yes, I know he shouldnt have kissed me, he also shouldnt have stripped my shorts off and finger fucked me and made me quirt. Jesus, apparently I was a fucking squirter. Not that any of my boyfriends ever figured it out, cause they couldnt even rub my clit well enough to make me have a regular old fashioned clitoral orgasm. But Trey? Fuck, he rubbed it so right. His fingers fucked me like they knew my body and what it needed. Like a fucking hot thirty something angel sent from the finger fucking heavens to give me the greatest orgasm...or three...ever and then just decide OOPS We shouldnt have done that?! Yeah, my insecurity was rearing it's ugly head, and I felt fucking embarrassed. Did he just want to see what I'd let him do to me? Did I make it too easy for him, so he lost interest before even going all the way? 

I'm in my room, my parents asleep when I strip off my clothes and wash up in the shower. I check my phone after throwing on loose tank and a pair of plain white panties. I throw myself onto the bed and grab my phone , unlock it and open my texts to respond to my friends who were texting me all night while I was at work. But at the top of the list of texts I need to respond to.  I sigh and tap the screen on Trey's text. 

"Hey. You can call me if you want. Or we can text. But we need to talk about what happened. Call or text me when you get this." 

I roll my eyes. 

"Don't worry. I'm not going to tell anyone." I reply back. Figuring he wants to cover his ass, figues since I left angry I'm going to be a vengeful, spiteful bitch, but I'm not. I'm honestly, just really fucking confused. And got my fucking feelings hurt, cause he made me feel rejected. 

"Thank you, but that's not what I want to talk about." he replies. 

"There's nothing else to talk about Trey. You were right. It shouldn't have happened." I reply.

"Then why are you mad, tell me what you're thinking." he says. 

I huff, a bit annoyed by his message.

"Don't worry about what I'm thinking. It's not your problem. Let's just forget it happened. That seems like the best course of action." I reply. 

"I'm not gonna forget that it happened Ella. Not a chance." he types and I swallow. Was he fucking, being hot? Again? 

"Well I have. Goodnight Trey. See you tomorrow." I type back.

"Look forward to it. Goodnight Ella." he replies and I just roll my eyes, turn over and go to sleep. 

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I get out bed, eat breakfast, talk to my parents, then am back upstairs the next morning as I get dressed to go into work. Was he going to be super weird all day? Was I going to be super weird all day? How do I act around a guy that's almost double my age, and had his mouth all over mine and his fingers inside me just light night, before deciding I was a mistake, a moment of weakness to never be indulged in again? Especially since we wouldnt be the only people there today, cause it was Saturday and we'd have customers non stop. 

Today I wear the baby blue shirt with "Cherry on Top" written on the back, in large letters, and a smaller "Cherry on Top, with a little sundae" over left breast of the shirt, and my name embroidered underneath. It's my last clean one before I have to wash them. 

I pull on a pair of light blue jean shorts, and then slip on socks and my designated white sneakers, with sprinkles caked into  the creases on the bottom, I pull my hair back into a ponytail. 

When I get to the shop, two of the girls , Katie and Sarah that will be working with me this morning and afternoon are there, waiting for me to open. They'll be seniors this year, and I find myself wondering if Trey looks at their asses too. If he's kissed them, if he's had his fingers inside them. I ignore the jealous thoughts and smile as I walk up and open the shop.

We open at ten am and theres already a line of six groups of people before we even open the window to take orders. 

Time flies by, and I barely even think about Trey between the non stop order taking, cleaning and restocking that we have to do. I do think about him for a few minutes when I take my lunch break. Because he sent me a text.

"I think the blue is my favorite on you." My thighs press together. What the hell, why was he watching me on the cameras? I mean, it's his shop. But more clearly..why was he watching me and saying things to confuse me. The blue is his favorite on me? doesnt sound like a bossly thing to say after you tell a girl you can't do "it" again after making me cum so hard I lost my breath. 

I ignore the text message and then wonder if his cameras record. Oh my god, what if last night, the cameras recorded us? Did he have us on video? 

It's 4pm when the other two girls arrive. Two working each window, me as an extra hand for things that aren't as simple to make, like milkshakes, or sundaes with ridiculous toppings, and flurries. 

It's five pm when I hear the back door, and hear it close to the the back of the shop where the stock room is along with the freezer and fridge, and a small , very small office. I ignore the sounds of him moving around in the back as I make the orders called out to me by the girls. 

It's six pm when I take a quick break, taking my phone, and a bottle of water, walking out the side of the small shop and around back to the little tall wooden fenced in area just for employees with a small round table. I sit on the table, feet on the bench that circles the table as I sip my water and scroll through my phone. 

I dont even have to look when I hear the door behind me open. I'd purposely not walked through the back, and took the side door instead.

"Hey" he says. I look over my shoulder.

"hey" I say and then look back to my phone. 

"I like the blue on you." he says and I find myself growing severely annoyed, and also severely horny at the same time that he's insisting on giving me that compliment. 

"Yeah, saw the text, thanks." I say and keep scrolling through my texts, and reply to a few of my friends. 

He walks around the table to stand in front of me.

"I didnt meant that I regretted what I did Ella, just that I shouldnt have done it. I'm thirty five years old, I shouldnt have even laid a finger on you." he says and I let loose a short laugh.

"No, just laid two inside of me, that's all." I mutter. 

His hands grab my knees, my eyes flick to his hands and then up at him. I just stare at him as he pushes my knees aparts slowly and I swallow. 

"What are you doing?" I ask as he takes my phone with one hand and sets it on the table.

"Fuck, I dont even know" he says, and his hands slide up my thighs, grabbing them at the top, and my breath hitches. 

"You're being really confusing" I say, my breath shaking. "you said-"

"I know what I said...but I cant fucking keep my hands off you" he says through clenched teeth, his hands gripping my thighs harder. 

"I wont fuck you Ella..." he says and I blink several times. 

"uh, okay" I say. 

"But, I want to kiss you again Ella...I want to do everything else with you...but I wont take your virginity......no matter how much I want to." he says and my mouth drops open. 

"You want to take it from me?" I ask and his nostrils flare. 

"It's not your virginity I want Ella...I could give a fuck about that....but of course I want my cock inside you baby" he says and I feel my legs quiver as he steps between them and then lifts his hands and grabs my face as he leans in , bringing his face closer. 

"But, I wont be your first time Ella...even if I want to fill you more than i've ever wanted to fill a woman" he says and I feel my fucking pussy weep.

"why not?" I ask and he groans. 

"Because your first time should be special....not with a man twice your age" he says. 

"Wouldnt that alone make it special?" I argue quietly and he smirks, his lips pressing to mine and I close my eyes, because fuck. I really, really liked his mouth on mine. 

I reach out, grabbing his shirt, and pulling him closer as his hand slides behind my back and up to the nape of my neck and our mouths part as I moan into his mouth. 

The sounds of the crowd out front are loud, kids screeching and laughing, one even crying, probably over a dropped cone, as the owner of the shop buries his tongue in my mouth and groans, his other hand sliding up under my shirt, and palming my breast. I whimper into his mouth. 

"Fuck, you make it impossible to be a good man Ella" he groans and I hook my legs around his waist as I lean back slightly on the table , one arm lifted around his neck as I keep kissing him, and he hovers over me. 

"I dont want you to be...I just want you to keep touching me...and kissing me" I breathe and he groans. 

"and if you...change your mind..." I pant, almost breathless as he keeps kissing me, keeps rubbing my tits and grabbing them, massaging them.  "you can fuck me Trey"

He groans. "God, dont fucking say that" he rumbles and then kisses down my neck and I moan as my head goes back and he's pushing up my shirt. 

"don't fucking say that" he repeats.

"i want my first time to be good......you'd make it good....I know you would..." I breathe and he groans, lifting my shirt right under my tits and then dips down and kisses my stomach and I bite my lip, squirming as I lean back and his mouth kisses all over my stomach.

"I would baby....I would fill your little pussy so slow Ella" he groans and I whimper, my cunt aching. Wanting. Needing what he's saying. 

"I'd fit your tight little pussy around my cock nice and slow....stretch you so good baby...id be so gentle with your tight little pussy..." he murmurs, his hot breath pushing against my navel and I whimper. 

"I'd fuck you so slowly Ella" he groans and then licks to my side, bites my waist and I wimper. 

"I'd hold this hot little waist, and work my dick into your tight little pussy baby...nice and slow...get my dick nice and wet with that little cunt of yours as I work it in...." he groans and I squirm on the table. 

"i was up all night imagining it...how i'd fuck you....how badly I want to feel your cunt on my bare cock....that wet little cunt....fuck...i would let you soak my dick Ella...let your little pussy drip all over it while I fuck your sweet, tight little cunt nice and slow..."

"oh my god" I whimper and he groans and then lifts his head and brings his mouth to mine. 

"I thought about how good it would feel....emptying my cum into you Ella....god, I wanna give your little pussy all of my cum so fucking bad" he groans on my mouth. 

""I'm on the pill" I pant. "you could" 

Her groans a bit too loud. "Fuck, god damn, don't tell me that baby" 

"you can fuck me...you can cum inside me Trey....i want you to" I pant and he groans, grabbing my face and kissing me hard. 

"i want you to be my first" I moan and he groans loudly. 

"baby, stop" he groans. "god, fucking stop with that sweet little mouth, before I fuck you right here" he curses again and again as his hands grops my tits and his tongue pushes back over mine. 

"you can fuck me wherever you want" I pant and he groans, pulling away he's panting, his cock is hard in his jeans and he's looking at me. 

"God damnit Ella" he says and I sit there panting.

"What? " I breathe hard. " Who cares if im eighteen, I want you....I want you to have me"