Chapter Three: An Ex-Missionary Position
I tried not to stare too much at the young woman working the coffee machine. Her name was Susan and she already seemed to be an expert on coffee. As she finished frothing the milk, I took a moment to admire her from behind, her long red hair tied back and resting against her petite frame.
"Have you done this before?" I asked sceptically as she poured out a perfect cappuccino.
With a subtle American accent she responded "I used help out with the coffees after service, it was a good excuse to get out of bible study, which I often found boring. We only had decaf, but the process is pretty much the same."
"So, you're a church girl?"
"Was" she corrected "I actually came over here as a missionary."
"What changed?" I enquired.
"I never had much faith, and soon realised the main reason I chose a mission was to start a new life, be my own person, you know?"
"Makes sense."
"Anyway, after I left the church I had to start making it on my own. I found an apartment with some former LDS girls, one of them helped me find a job with this company, and here I am."
"And how are you enjoying your new life?"
"It's exciting, but also daunting. I've been able to try new things, like alcohol and something my housemates called 'special brownies'. To be honest, I didn't enjoy that experience."
"It's not for everyone" I replied, picking up the two coffees and walking towards the back of the shop. "Now that I've shown you everything (and you seem more than capable) we can relax for the rest of the shift." It was three am, so we still had a few hours before the manager arrived.
I took a seat on the couch and was surprised when she sat right next to me, our legs almost touching. She sipped her coffee and looked over at me awkwardly. "Some of the other girls" she started "my housemates, they often have boys over. I stood at my door once, watching them."
She seemed like she wanted to say more. I adjusted myself so that my legs were pointing towards her, my right knee slightly touching her left. "What were they doing?" I asked.
"They were kissing" she sounded a little excited "I mean, a lot, and I could see she was touching his... um..."
"His penis?"
"Yes" her fare skin was turning red "I could see an outline of it in his pants. I quietly went back to my room and then I... touched myself. I imagined it was me that made him hard, that it was my hands touching it, my lips pressed against his."
I could feel myself getting hard at her de***********ions. I don't think she'd noticed yet and I tried to act calm. "Are you hoping to try that for real?" I asked cautiously.
"Yes, I think so" she nudged herself closer to me, an expectant look on her face "but don't you have a girlfriend? I remember you checking your phone earlier, while I was mopping, the way you smiled after receiving a text."
"Kind of."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, we are seeing each other, but she also wants to be free to see other people" the part I didn't add was that, in addition to her Only Fans account, Jessica also worked part time as an escort. She knew she couldn't be completely loyal and encouraged me to pursue other women. Now that I was having regular sex, she had said, I should be more confident around women.
"Is that what they call an open relationship?"
"Yes, I think it is. Now, I hope you don't mind me asking, but have you kissed anyone before?"
"I don't mind" she replied "when I was at camp once I kissed a boy on the lips. He tried to use his tongue, but I stopped him, does that count?"
"I think we can count that" I positioned an arm around her shoulder and moved my face closer to hers "fair warning though, I'm going to use my tongue."
She nodded her head, at this point perhaps too nervous to say anything. I leaned in, closed my eyes and gently pressed my lips against hers. She didn't need much encouragement and soon I was massaging her tongue with mine as my left hand rested on her thigh. A muffled moan escaped through our mouths and I could tell she was enjoyed this.
After a few minutes we parted for air. Susan leaned back against the couch, a slight glow appearing on her bright face. "That was amazing" she gasped "did you enjoy it?"
"Very much, you're a natural at this." I could see her beaming with pride, so I added "if you look down at my trousers you can see how much I'm enjoying this."
"Is that your?" she asked as she looked down into my lap. "I did that?"
"Yep, you are completely responsible for that, but what about you? Are you feeling anything?"
"Mm..." she purred "a bit moist I think."
"You should take your trousers off" I suggested "I can serve any customers that turn up and we don't want you soiling your uniform before the manager comes in." She agreed and began taking off her clothes and shoes. I sat quietly as she revealed her thin, unshaven legs. Despite being ex-Mormon she probably still wore modest clothing and saw no reason to shave them. I didn't mind and would have happily dragged my tongue all the way up to a patch of neatly trimmed hair that left no doubts about her being a natural red.
"I don't think I'm ready to go all the way" she began "but maybe you could use your finger. I remember a girl in high school that got fingered once. All my friends and I were really jealous."
"No problem, it would be my honour and pleasure. Now, why don't you sit on my lap so I can get a better angle."
Gracefully she managed to sit side on, despite my struggling erection. Slowly I took my right hand and started moving up her inner thigh. I could feel some moisture coming out, but decided to start with her clitoris, rubbing my thumb in a clockwise rotation. She moaned in pleasure, maintaining her balance by holding onto me with both arms. With her well lubricated I slid one finger inside her.
"Oh, ohhh" she squealed, enjoying herself too much to keep quiet. I moved my finger in-and-out as she continued to squeal in pleasure. "That feels so good."
"Shall I add another?"
"Yes" she gasped "please. I need more of you."
I added a second finger and started moving faster than before. Meanwhile, my left arm was moving under her shirt looking for something to play with. Soon I found her bra and managed to squeeze my hand under it to play with her nipple. She couldn't say anything at this point and was breathing heavily.
I could feel her juices on my arm as I hurried to bring her to climax. Her orgasm was accompanied by a high scream and a small amount of squirting. She held onto me tightly as her body came down from the experience. I could feel her legs trembling slightly on top of me.
I took my left arm out from under her top and adjusted some of her hair that had escaped the pony tail. Looking her in the eyes, I kissed her gently on the mouth. She smiled at me before saying "I should clean myself up now" and walked away towards the staff bathroom. I looked down at my lap, thinking about how I had tried to keep her trousers clean, only to help her cum all over mine.
