A/N: Chapter V / 1-900- Richonne

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RICK POV

God this woman...I was already hard as fuck imagining her laying in her bed in nothing but a see-through shirt and panties. Obviously, I had no idea what she actually looked like, but my brain helpfully supplied a vision of a beautiful brown-eyed, black-haired, petite woman with smooth dark skin. I ignored the resemblance of the imaginary woman to Michonne, choosing instead to focus on making Michelle come.

"Do you have both hands free?"

Yes," her voice held a slight tremble, and I bit back a groan at the sound.

"Good, I want you to run your fingers over your skin, starting at your thighs. Lightly trace invisible patterns working slowly up until you reach the edge of your panties. While you do that, tell me how it feels."

"I feel more sensitive than I thought I would, the feeling if my fingertips teasing my skin and lighting up my senses. My skin is soft, warm..."

I let out a sound of approval. "Now skim them up to your stomach, pressing your shirt up along the way. Imagine it's my hands touching you, learning how you respond, watching your face."

The sound she made was indescribable, making my need rise. I couldn't resist pulling my cock out of my boxers, the only thing I was wearing at the moment and wrapping my hand around it tight at the base.

"Now I want you to take your shirt off, relax into your pillow and run your fingers across your neck, trace your collarbone, and then your breast. I want you to tease yourself, Michelle, so don't touch your nipples yet."

Her breathing quickened over the phone, and I let my hand slide up and down my cock once, unable to resist.

"I'm so wet right now Rick, I can tell my panties are soaked without touching them."

Her words shot to my core an answering groan falling out of me. A drop of precum beaded at my tip, and I watched as it slipped down.

"Now pinch your nipples, naughty girl."

She let out a long and ragged moan and my dick twitched hard in my grip, more precum leaking out.

"Now keep one hand there and move the other down to your pussy, slip your hand under those panties of yours, and rub your clit in small circles."

"Fuck Rick," She was letting out moans without abandon now and I could no longer keep myself from stroking my cock, her sexy noises goad me on.

"Michelle, if I were there, I would eat your sweet pussy until you were shaking in my hands and coming in my mouth. I'd keep eating you until I drag another orgasm from you, licking up every sweet drop."

"Rick, you want to know what my pussy taste like?"

"Yes, Michelle, tell me, baby."

I heard a little pop noise from her lips and she moaned, "Mmmm, sweet with a hint of sweat."

My head went hazy, "Did you just taste yourself, Michelle?"

"I did, is that naughty of me?" her voice was playful, teasing and I fucking loved it.

"No baby, that is very good of you." Her throaty giggle came through and I decided to turn it up a notch. "Michelle, I want to hear you come. Whatever you like to do to make that happen, do it. I want you to tell me what you're doing."

"What do I get in return?"

"Other than a fantastic fucking orgasm? I will tell you what I am doing too."

"When I'm touching myself, I like to rub my clit with my two middle fingers so that I get pressure all around. And..."

She paused to let out another moan, and my heart pounded at the mental image of her naked, back arching for the stranger over the phone.

"Tell me, baby," My voice was deeper than before and I could feel myself getting to the edge.

"…And touching myself over my panties, I like the way the rough lace feels against my clit while I'm rubbing it. It makes me come even faster."

"Shit!" I groan clenching the base of my cock hard to stop myself from coming at those words. She said that with a little bit of shyness like she had never admitted that before and that hint of shyness drove me crazy.

"I'm really close Rick, please tell me what you're doing."

"I'm sitting in an armchair in my room, with nothing but my boxers that I pushed down to free my rock-hard cock; I've been stroking since you tasted your pussy. You've got me leaking come, I'm slowly stroking, rubbing my juice all around.

"Ahhh, God Rick" Her moans were getting louder and I moved my hand faster wanting to come with her.

"If I were there Michelle after I ate your sweet pussy until you begged me to stop, I would push my hard, hot, thick cock inside you. Moaning at the feeling of your tight wet pussy squeezing every inch as I pound you hard into your bed...or the floor, or against the wall. I wouldn't care where we were as long as I could feel you come around my cock and hear you scream my name in my ear. Come for me now baby. Give it to me."

Michelle let out a shout her words tripping over each other. "I'm coming, Oh Rick, I'm coming!"

I grit my teeth and tightened my grip only lasting another stroke up my cock before I started to come as well, breathing out her name as I did.

"Fuuuck Michelle!"

We both panted over the phone; a few minutes went by before we caught our breath. When a small laugh came from her end, I let the smile spread across my face. There is something about her laugh that just warmed me right up. I loved hearing it.

"Well," she said with a croaky voice, before clearing it and continuing, "that was something else."

"No shit, I came harder just now than I have in years."

"Really?" I heard the pride and hopefulness in her voice and I could just imagine her beautiful smile beaming at me.

"Yes, and I know you did too, by the way, you yelled out my name when you came."

She let out a scoff and I know she was rolling her eyes despite the grin on her face. "You're going to knock yourself out with that giant ego of yours."

"Nah, I'd be more likely to knock myself out with my giant di"

"Oh, My God!" She yelled cutting me off, the laugh in her voice obvious before she hung up on me.

I let out a laugh still chuckling while I logged back into the chat window. All I could do was hope she had not logged off.

RICK: Why did you hang up, I was not done talking yet...?

It took a minute, but she responded.

"I wasn't going to listen to you go on about your giant dick!

RICK: I would do no such thing, but since you mentioned it...

"Goodnight Rick..."

I laughed again.

RICK: Goodnight naughty Michelle...dream of my giant dick baby.

MICHONNE POV

I met with Alden Thursday morning, I had lots of paperwork to fill out, more than any job I've ever had. After a while I stopped reading and just signed, all the while hoping I was not signing my soul to Satan.

"Michonne, I didn't believe Maggie when she said that you were manager material until I saw you in action." Alden was full of caffeine and complements as he sipped on my mocha latte, "The shareholders and company founders promoted me to General manager and deemed me as the 'eye that can spot talent' a mile away, now I'll be able to support you Maggie and all the other store managers."

I left with a feeling accomplished and apprehensive. This 30k a year job with benefits is amazing, but it comes with long hours and loads of responsibility. I don't think there is a way I could keep my job at Hot-Chat. That's a shame, things were really great with Rick.

The weather the next day was perfect for the Grand opening; the sun peaked out amidst big fluffy white clouds, the breeze cool and light. In between my numerous tasks, I glanced outside the large storefront window at the ever-growing coffee-loving crowd. Alden hired three people who were novice baristas at best. None of them had very much skill at making coffee. Luckily, they were all very good at everything else. Jim turned on the slow turning ceiling fans above, which connected to the sound system that played light jazz music. I proceeded to give my smartly dressed waiters their orders. Jim did a quick sweep of the terracotta rustic tiled floor, while Beth placed small vases of yellow carnation flowers on each table, and Rosita wrote the daily specials on a chalkboard at the entrance. I turned on the equipment and quickly moved to unwrap the premade croissant sandwiches, cream cheese smoked salmon bagels, and coronation chicken baguettes for the display refrigerator. Lastly, the fresh fruit cups, scones, muffins, and a plethora of varieties of coffee cakes are set in the bakery display. My crew and I worked well, where they lacked in barista flare, they made up with excellent customer service skills. With some training, my crew had potential. So, I decided, that I'd make all the drinks for now. I assigned Jim to the register, Rosita and Beth will wait on the customers.

The café was busy, every table was occupied, the line was wrapped around the counter.

Still, I'd been there, done that for a lot less money. I made sure everyone got a good beverage and people seemed to love the food too. Eventually, the crowd began to dwindle down and by noon, the place looked like your typical café. Jim decided to tell bad jokes while we tidied up behind the counter while Beth and Rosita are wiping down tables.

"Hey, Michonne, what do you get when you mix LSD and birth control.?"

"I have no idea," I answer with a slight chuckle, still focused on counting the money in the register.

"A trip without the kids."

I let out a chuckle, he's a goof.

"What did the cannibal say to the other cannibal while eating the clown?"

I give him a quick smile and wait for his response.

"Does this taste funny to you?"

I burst out laughing at that one.

"Michonne is that you…" The approaching voice trails like his words are unwilling to take flight.

I look up from the register and gasp, my own words taking flight. I stared into those bright blue eyes burning with curiosity and desire and I am instantly taken back to my teenage years.

"Rick."

He saw the shock roll on my face before I could hide it. A small smile played on his lips, my eyes widen as I stared at him. The shock had nothing to do with seeing an old childhood acquaintance. I'm face to face with the voice that drove me into an abyss of pleasure. I just can't believe that the same man is also my very first crush. I can control my destiny, but not my fate. Destiny means there are opportunities to turn right or left, but fate is a one-way street. I believe we all have the choice as to whether we fulfill our destiny, but our fate is sealed.

Rick is fate!

I wanted to jump over the counter and kiss him. The way his eyes were devouring me, I'm positive I'd be received with open arms.

RICK POV

I'd did a walkthrough of the property and although it was very crowded, everything looked exceptional. Alden and I went to the back and had a brief conversation about his duties as GM. What's so great about Alden and all the guys on my team is that we are like-minded, I have no doubt my coffee shops will be successful. I plan on having at least a dozen by the end of the year, who knows, StarPort could become nationwide. Even if that never happens, I feel this is solid. I have my cousin Aaron to thank for that too. What he said is true, people in Seattle live for coffee. Alden was talking my ear off about a little bit of everything and nothing at all as I headed towards the exit.

That's when I heard it…

I heard her signature laugh and I froze mid-step.

Michelle!

She's here, in my coffee shop. My eyes followed the sound and it led me to the front of the store.

For a split second, I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing. A familiar face. A face, I never thought I'd see again, a face that I've been thinking of almost daily over the last decade.

"Michonne!"

As cliché as it sounds, it really was love at first sight with Michonne. But back then it was forbidden, she was just too young for me.

Her eyes captured me first, they're so beautiful deep, warm, and lined with thick dark lashes; her lips, full and pouty and my chest clenched when she started nibbling her bottom lip.

"Rick," she breathed out, almost whimpering. It was further confirmation that my forbidden fruit had grown up and became the voice the spurred me on like no other; my dream come true.

"You two know each other," Alden said, his high-pitched voice, snapped me out of my daze. "I guess I don't have to introduce you to our manager then, would you like to meet the rest of the staff."

"Perhaps at another time, I have another pressing matter," I answer, not willing to share anything with him. Michonne is all mine, he doesn't need to know anything about us.

"Alden, please give our manager my contact information. I ask, never removing my eyes from hers. We both gazed in each other's eyes longingly; not a word spoken by either of us. I was lost within the breathless paradise of her dreamy eyes. I was amazed at how she's become even more beautiful.

"Yes sir," Alden said, pulling my card from his billfold and handing it to Michonne.

Everything and everyone disappeared as I watched her reach over the counter for the card. She touched it, tracing her fingers over the engraved print as she read it. Her long dark lashes fluttering seductively as she did.

"Thank you," she smiled at me coyly, "I'll call you if I need anything." She added in that breathless and raspy voice. I momentarily forgot I was in public and I started to get hard.

I couldn't speak, not here… I wanted to say so much, confess my crush, tell her about everything that's happened since I left Atlanta for Seattle. I'm sure she's wondering how I came to own six coffee shops. I'm dying to know how she ended up here as a manager of my store by day and a phone sex operator at night. And of course, I wanted to see if our sensual phone conversations could possibly lead to more…But goddamn, this was not the time or place. So, I nodded at her, gave everyone in the vicinity a slight smile, and quickly left.

I have the feeling Michonne wouldn't mind catching up with an old friend.

#The End