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  Just as I’m about to get chastised over a toddler I just met this morning, our waitress approaches our table, carrying a tray with mugs full of piping hot coffee.

  About time.

  “Well, hello again, ladies! Here we are!” she announces, distributing the coffee. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

  Sammi and I exchange hopeful glances.

  “Were we here last night?” I ask.

  She looks at me like I’ve grown a second head.

  “Yes…Don’t you remember?”

  Another waitress walks past carrying a tray full of scones. The sight alone is enough to make my stomach lurch.

  I just can’t handle shit like that anymore. Not having carbs for the past few months really changed my entire palate. I don’t even want sugar or cream for my coffee.

  “Fuck, those smell good,” Becky says, licking her lips.

  “Fuck!” the toddler exclaims again.

  Mysti smacks her forehead and rolls her eyes in Becky’s direction.

  “Sorry!” Becky quickly says.

  “You served us last night? Like, yesterday?” I say, addressing our waitress.

  “Yeah, you were all here. And you stayed for hours before wandering off. You were having a really great trip!”

  “I guess it’s pretty obvious we’re tourists, huh?” I comment.

  Again, she shoots me a strange look.

  “Well, of course. That’s pretty clear. Most of the locals don’t actually partake in the heavy stuff unless they’ve got nowhere to be for a while. But all the tourists, they just can’t seem to get enough,” she explains.

  “Wait, what heavy stuff?” I ask.

  “You’re so funny. You must be American. Americans are just wild,” she continues.

  “Listen, lady. I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. What do the locals not partake in? What does everyone know that we don’t know?”

  “Oh, gosh. You really don’t know? That’s hilarious!” she goes on.

  I’m getting really fucking irritated with the run around here, and I’m clenching a fist. I’m about ready to jam a scone in her mouth if she doesn’t get to the point.

  I glare at her as she chuckles, and when she realized I’m not joking around, she wises up.

  “Last night,” she says. “The absinthe.”

  “Absinthe. Fucking great. Just absolutely perfect,” I say. “So we were tripping balls the entire night, guys.”

  “You really were,” the waitress adds, now chuckling to herself as she recalls our behavior. “You looked like you were having a really fun time. I was almost jealous; I’d never seen anyone stick around long enough that they started hallucinating while they were still at the cafe.”

  We all look at one another, wondering how the fuck we managed to get out of the cafe and end up in our hotel room. That is just highly unlikely. We need more answers.

  I take a long, drawn out sip of coffee, slurping the dark, rich life blood. I’m relying on it to get me through this day.

  I don’t even really understand. Didn’t we notice? Is it one of those things you wouldn’t notice until it’s too late?

  She did just say we stuck around long enough to start tripping right there.

  “Hey, who was here?” I ask her.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Our group. You said you served us last night. Was it just us or were there more people?”

  “There was one more person. A man. He was incredibly handsome. And you and him. Well, let me say again, you were making me a jealous.”

  What man?

  “Oh, no. That’s really not enough. What do you mean I was making you jealous?”

  Just then, my nose is tickled by the aroma of amaretto coffee. A waiter has just brought a cup to the next table.

  The familiar scent triggers a shiver down my spine, sending a chill on my back and making me feel uneasy.

  As I slap my hands down the table and try to swallow through the lump on my throat, Sammi, Mysti, and Becky are all staring at me, concern shown on their faces.

  I don’t know what’s going on.

  And like a fucking freight train, it hit me hard that we were, in fact, here last night. And that I had a pretty good reason to make our tight little waitress jealous.

  Whoever I was with last night was drinking amaretto coffee. Thinking back, I can almost see him sipping it right now, sitting where Becky’s sitting and nibbling on a scone.

  And it doesn’t get easier from there. The girls all study my face as I stay frozen, memories of last night come flooding in.

  “What’s going on, Perce?” Sammi asks.

  I rest my head against my palm and just take little sips of my coffee, staring off, going through each moment in my mind.

  8

  Percy

  Friday 7:39 Pm

  The world is spinning, turning me wildly around even as my ass stays firmly planted on my seat. I put my hand up, staring at it in wonder as I wave it slowly back and forth.

  Well, isn’t this some shit?

  I spot a drop of icing, shimmering brightly at me from its place on my thumb.

  Reverently, I lean forward, licking the sweet topping from my finger with a flourish.

  “Hands down the best scone I’ve ever eaten.”

  I would have never thought that an absinthe-infused frosting would be so fucking delicious, but I stand corrected.

  Something like this would never be offered anywhere in the States. I’m enjoying every moment of my culturally immersive trip. Coming here was a great idea, even if marrying my Silver Fox, Anton, didn’t pan out.

  The man at my side nods, trails of light following the movement.

  “Pretty good,” he answers, his voice echoing to me despite the lack of acoustics.

  I turn my head, the room seeming to turn with me. Gorgeous trails light up my vision, pulling the room like taffy in front of me. I turn my head back, giggling at the odd toned rainbow that the motion creates.

  “Fuck.”

  “Another for you?” I hear Sammi chime.

  I turn towards the sound of her voice, laughing when I spot her blurry outline behind the bar. An apron sits snugly around her, the coffee shop’s logo stitched across the front.

  “Sure, thanks,” a man answers, smiling politely as she turns to fetch his drink.

  My body vibrates, warm energy seeming to rush through me.

  I glance back at the mystery man to my side, licking my lips at the sight of him. Sure, he’s little more than a blur at this point, but it might just be the sexiest blur I’ve ever seen.

  Who am I to pass up something like that?

  I lean towards him, my tits smooshing against the table as I press my lips to his. The energy still coursing through me seems to pool in my mouth, exploding when his tongue slides against my own.

  So obviously, I’m fucking sloshed. In fact, I’m just about totally gone at this point.

  Trust me though when I say this might be the best kiss of my life.

  The blurring edges of my vision swirl inward, focusing thickly across his face like a fucking directional sign.

  Yeah, don’t mind if I do.

  I stand up quickly, swaying slightly as the room lurches up around me.

  I lay one hand on the table, waiting for things to settle.

  “Are you okay?” blurry hot guy asks, his voice sounding far away.

  “I’m fucking awesome!” I respond.

  Even my own voice sounds weird at this point, like I’m hearing it from the other side of a tunnel.

  “Royal flush bitches!” I hear Mysti shout.

  I turn to find her slamming cards onto a table, a triumphant grin on her face. Next to her, Becky stares confusedly at her own hand, one eyebrow raised in question.

  The men around them groan.

  “How many times do I have to tell you?” one yells, standing so quickly he too becomes a blur. “We aren’t fucking playing poker!”

  His voice is heavily
accented, French if I’m right. Though I guess he could just as easily be American for what good my ears are doing me.

  Mysti laughs hysterically, clearly also feeling the effect of the alcohol.

  “We aren’t?” she asks.

  I feel a hand graze my own and look down to find my mystery guy, totally forgotten in my haze.

  “Oh, right. You,” I say, my feet shuffling towards him.

  “Forget me so soon?”

  I answer by straddling him, my mouth careening towards his immediately. Or at least, careening towards the place I think his mouth is, hard to tell through the flashing lights that now seem to originate from his blurred face.

  I feel his cock harden under me, a massive bulge that seems to damn near raise me from his lap. By far the biggest dick of any blur I’ve ever encountered.

  I grind hard against him, smiling against his mouth when I feel him swelling ever further.

  “Wanna get out of here?” he asks, pulling momentarily away from me.

  I can only laugh.

  My skin is fucking vibrating, I’m living inside a rainbow, and my pussy is absolutely dripping wet.

  Where the fuck do I need to go?

  If anyone’s got a problem with what’s about the happen here, they better close their eyes.

  This is about to get graphic.

  I answer by sliding my hand between us, unzipping his pants with one fluid movement.

  He groans in frustration, and I take the opportunity to grab hold of his cock, squeezing just hard enough to let him know how impatient I really am.

  He sucks in air, throbbing in my hand.

  “Alright then,” he says, grabbing my ass to stand with me still in his lap.

  He turns, lowering me down onto the chair.

  “We don’t have to leave,” he whispers, dropping to his knees in front of me.

  Damn right we don’t. I feel his hands slowly sliding up my legs, clearly into build up. As much as I’m loving the way his fingers seem to send shocks through me, I just don’t have time for this shit.

  I reach down, yanking my dress up on my own. I knew it was a good idea to skip the underwear today. He moans when I spread my legs, as clear an invitation as he’s gonna get.

  “Fuck,” He groans a second before lunging forward.

  His tongue presses its way into me like he believes my pussy is the gateway to the fountain of youth. The way he’s lapping at me, he might actually think it is.

  I reach out with both hands, using his hair like reigns to guide him harder against me. At the same time I lean back, bells ringing loudly in my ears.

  I close my eyes, finding that the lights follow me even there. I watch them dance slowly around each other while I raise my hips, thrusting at him in prefect sync with his tongue.

  “Fuck yes!” I scream, the warmth in me turning up several notches. I’m fucking burning up from head to toe, heat searing into the center of me, flames seeming to lick at my skin as he licks my cunt.

  My eyes fly open with the intensity, my ass rising off the seat to push back against him.

  My fucking nerves are screaming at me, the combination of everything overwhelming them with sheer pleasure.

  Still, I grind harder against him, wanting more even though I feel like I might just explode.

  I feel his fingers slide into me and I scream, sounds of complete and utter ecstasy escaping me.

  I’m pretty much supporting myself on my hands now, my ass having totally left the seat. I use every ounce of energy to thrust back at him, driving his fingers deeper into me with every movement.

  I clench around him, feeling my muscles lock up even as my pussy does. All the energy in the room seems to spiral towards me, settling firmly between my legs.

  Light flashes from every direction, painting the room in bright tones completely unlike the actual shop. I swear I can damn near feel the heat from it.

  I drive my body harder onto him, impaling myself with his fingers, forcing him to fill me.

  His lips wrap firmly around my clit, sucking at me hungrily.

  I fucking lose it.

  All dramatics aside, there are fucking explosions. I see them. The coffee shop flares brightly with each and every blast.

  I come hard, the orgasm throwing me back as if I’ve been hit by an actual blow. My mouth falls open, for once silent from the mind-blowing intensity.

  I shudder violently, my ass falling back to the chair with an audible thump.

  I am coming and I can come forever.

  At least that’s damn sure what it feels like.

  Legs spread, his tongue still flicking away, I stare at the ceiling in utter amazement, orgasm pulsing through me like some lunatic heartbeat.

  Colors swirl on the ceiling, painting pictures I could never even imagine. Fireworks still blast on the edges of my vision.

  Coming this long might actually fucking kill a person, but I don’t care about that now.

  I glance down as my orgasm ebbs, the world once again stretching to follow my gaze.

  When it clears I smile down at him, breathing heavy, my heart beating wildly in my chest.

  Through the blur, I see him smile back.

  9

  Anton

  Friday 7:46 Pm

  The taste of Percy’s pussy and saliva are flavors my tongue would delightfully partake for all eternity. I don’t understand how we have spent time apart at all. I’m so in love with her, and I can’t imagine losing her again.

  I won’t let that happen, even if she is falling into the table.

  Fuck, I’ll just follow her into the spiral. We’ll journey through space and time together forever. It’ll be the greatest love story ever told.

  As her lips are locked with mine, our eyes closed, our passion intensifying; I feel her moving her leg between mine. She starts teasing and rubbing my cock through my jeans with her knee.

  In the time I have spent with Percy, she tests me more and more.

  Fuck, Percy, don’t stop.

  “Oh my,” I say.

  I don’t want her to not do it...I just want her to admit she wants me. I want her to tell me how much she misses my touch.

  “You know, what you’re doing is just driving me wild here.”

  “The whole universe is driving me wild, Anton. Like, how the fuck are we even here?” Percy asks twelve times, all at once in different octaves.

  “I don’t know, baby. But all I care about is that you’re here,”

  Admittedly, I’m acting a bit more vulnerable than usual. It’s not every day that you start fooling around with your ex-fiancé as I did an hour ago. I need all the points I can get for trying.

  And certainly even less common is her babbling about our place in the universe and how we’re so big and so small all at the same time.

  “Shut up, Anton. Say, why don’t you go ahead and whip that cock out and let me decide if I’m still broken up with you.”

  I fiercely and quickly drop my pants and boxers to the floor, revealing my long, thick cock standing high at attention.

  I’m ready. She stares directly at my cock and gulps.

  She either wants it bad or I look like a monster.

  She looks up at me with a sinister smile on her face and utters two words that flip my switch from hopeful to ravenous: “Fuck me.”

  I push my cock into her pussy, sliding deep inside of her. She’s so aroused that I can glide the entire length into her and start thrusting in and out with her cunt full of my cock. She throws her head back and whimpers.

  “That’s my girl,” I comment. She glares at me, and I give her a wicked grin back.

  I don’t know if it’s purely the animosity from our differences forcing the distance we had, or if it’s just something that’s been manifesting all along. Either way, I’m rolling with it, and I’m taking charge.

  I think it’s fucking hilarious that just earlier today, I had my whole world turned upside down when Percy said she didn’t want to be together, and now she’
s explaining her take on existentialism between whimpers for my cock.

  Seeing Percy shudder at my touch is one of my favorite sights, even if the sky’s melting stars are all around us as we become one. I feel utterly addicted to her sensuality, captivated by her lustful desires.

  When we’re together, nothing else exists. Nothing else matters.

  Fuck, like now, for example. We’re in the middle of a goddamn universal spiral.

  I take Percy’s legs and bring them to my shoulders. I pump my hips hard against her body, and my cock drills further into her tight little pussy. She moans louder for me.

  With every thrust into her, I feel more and more waves of intense pleasure flowing through me. I don’t want to stop. I want to make her ache for me.

  I look into Percy’s eyes and see the passion behind her gaze. I lean into her and kiss her hard as I fuck her sexy, curvy body.

  I feel her up and down. Every inch of her: her collarbone, tits, waist, hips...everything on her is as fantastic as it ever was.

  As I plow into Percy, her expressions show me how much pleasure she’s feeling, despite all our trials and tribulations outside of this moment. I pull my cock out of her and stand her up.

  I sit down and pull Percy on top of me. I extend my legs out, my lower back resting in the crook of the seat, my ass off the edge. I push my cock into her and hold her hips as I thrust inside her as hard as I can.

  I see her hard nipples and reach up to circle my thumbs around them. She moans and holds her hands over mine.

  She lowers her hand to her pussy, and I see her start touching her clit as I thrust into her. I return my hands to her hips and hold her onto me, rocking her against me as I pump hard into her cunt.

  Her moans grow increasingly loud with each thrust and goosebumps form all over her body. I can tell she’s close to coming. I fuck her faster and faster with each whimper she lets out.

  She leans back and cries out.

  “I’m coming!”

  I watch her face as she’s enraptured in a cloud of ecstasy and feel her pussy tighten and release around my cock as she comes for me.