She felt nervous when she stood in front of his front door Saturday. He owned a nice, little house with a well kept front yard. She wouldn't have taken him for a man who liked having rose bushes in his garden, but apparently he was. Red, pink and yellow roses.

She looked down herself one final time. She had gone all out with that baby doll dress earlier in the week because she thought that would be it. A quick fuck and nothing more. But he wanted more. He actually wanted her. So she had dressed down. She stood in a pair of black, fake leather pants combined with a magenta pink blouse with angel sleeves and her trusted black ankle boots.

"Stop being so nervous," she scolded herself lowly.

She knocked on the door, and he opened half a minute later. He gave her a once-over and whistled before breaking out a huge smile.

"Damn, Cynwise! We need to rename you to Foxy," he said. "Come here."

He pulled her in for a kiss. A kiss that was way too short in her book. He seemed to read her mind by the naughty smirk he was sending her.

"Food," he said.

He escorted her to the kitchen where it smelled heavenly. Something was in the oven.

"I settled on a lentil lasagna. I actually called an old classmate of mine. Zelina Vega. She's a vegan too. She gave me the recipe and told me that if that doesn't make you end in my bed, you're a lesbian," he said.

She exploded in laughter, and he had to place his arms around her to keep her from falling down.

"I'm not a lesbian," she said.
"You better not be," he grinned.
"But let's test her theory," she said.
"Mmm, let's," he kissed her. "Although you taste better than any food I could ever make."

Whoever this Zelina Vega was, Cynwise wanted to meet her and thank her. The lentil lasagna was absolutely delicious. The best she'd ever had.

"And for dessert," he stood up. "Chocolate ice cream. Not made on actual cream, of course. A vegan ice cream."
"That's delicious," she said.
"I know," he said.

He took the ice cream out of the freezer, and found two spoons in one of the drawers. He leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Come, join me," he said.

She walked over to him, and grabbed one of the spoons. They stood close as they both taste the ice cream.

"Mmm," she hummed. "Like I said. Delicious."
"Not as delicious as you," he said.

She felt his cold lips against her neck, kissing her exposed skin. She groaned in lust, and he pulled her close with one hand while dropping the ice cream down in the sink. The sound of the spoons hitting the floor followed next, but none of them thought twice about it.

He wrapped both his arms around her and kissed her. He spun them around, so that she leaned against the kitchen counter. His hands dropped to her pants, opening the button and zipper, leaving them open but untouched. Instead he grabbed her blouse and pulled it off her.

"Fuck!" He stared at her pink bra. "Where have you been all my life?"
"Down at the diner," she joked.

He pulled down the bra cups, and closed his lips around one of her nipples. She tilted her head back in a moan. He moved over to give her other nipple the same attention, and then kissed his way back up.

"I want you!" He tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth. "Now!"
"Then take me!" She whimpered in lust.

He spun her around, and bent her over the countertop. He pulled her pants and thong down to her knees. She heard him opening his own jeans as well. He gave her ass a hard smack, and then lined his dick up by her entrance, teasing her.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" He asked.
"Please, Aleister!" She begged. "I need this. I want you. I need you to fuck me."

She pushed back against him, getting the head of his dick inside her. He groaned in return, grabbed her hair with one hand and her hip with the other, and then thrust forward hard. She moaned out loud as her hips got slammed into the countertop.

"So fucking wet!" He groaned. "You really need this, don't you?"
"Please!" She whined. "Stop stalling! Fuck me!"

He pulled back, and pushed back in. His thrusts came fast and hard. His hands never left her hair or hip. He kept her angled like he wanted. Back arched, head pulled back, ass out. Her hips slammed into the countertop again and again, but she didn't care about the pain. She cared about the pleasure he was giving her.

"Fuck!" She scratched her nails on the countertop. "Don't stop! I'm so close! Don't stop!"
"Beg!" He demanded.
"Please!" She almost yelled. "Please, Aleister, please! Make me cum! I beg of you to make me cum!"
"I got you," he grinned behind her.

He kept thrusting mercilessly. Her body finally gave in, and she cried out in pleasure. She was shaking as much as the position allowed her. He kept going, letting her ride out the waves of her orgasm, before releasing himself inside her. He let go of her hair, pulled her up by her shoulders, and placed a kiss on her neck before pulling out of her. She turned around and snickered at the sight of them both standing in his kitchen with their pants down to their knees.

"That was good," she said.
"Agreed," he grinned.

They both pulled up their pants and fixed their clothes.

"So the lasagna didn't technically land you in my bed, but there's still time. Do you wanna stay the night?" He asked.
"I can't. I have work in the morning, and my uniform is at home," she answered.
"I feel so used," he pouted.
"You're adorable," she laughed. "Next time."

After a quick clean up, she left his house. She walked through the cool evening with a goofy smile plastered on her face. She hadn't thought the evening would actually end in sex, but it had, and she didn't feel bad about it. He was good man, not to mention that he was amazing at fucking.

"Made it home safe. Goodnight." She texted him.

She was opening the diner next morning. Her smile quickly fell when she found Randy outside waiting for her.

"Hey Cynwise," he smirked.
"What do you want?" She asked
"I wanna hear how your night went," he answered.

She stared at him. How could he know so fast? Maybe he was keeping track of her. Maybe Aleister had actually put something up on facebook. Maybe Baron and Drew had something to do with it.

"What? You don't honestly think he likes you?" He continued.
"Aleister is different," she said.

Her words didn't come out as strong as she wanted them to.

"Is he?" He asked. "Let's call him and find out."
"I refuse to play your game," she said.
"You don't have to, but you will listen," he said.

He took out his phone, put it on speaker, and called Aleister.

"Yeah?" Aleister's voice came through.
"I'm standing here by the diner with Cynwise. You're on speaker. Something you wanna say?" Randy asked.
"She's an easy fuck," Aleister laughed. "And she begs. Oh lord, does she beg! You should have heard her, Randy. You were right. Even with what she knows, she still walked right into it blindly."
"I'll stop by with breakfast," Randy looked at Cynwise. "Although by the the look on her face, I gotta buy it somewhere else."
"See you soon," Aleister said.

Randy placed his phone back in his pocket, and smirked at her. She stood there looking completely lost. He grabbed her jaw in a tight grip and leaned down. She didn't even pull away despite his breath hitting her right in her face.

"I still got it," he said.