Hair blowing freely in the wind like the free-spirited art college student that I was, I pushed open the door to the coffee shop. The overpowering but familiar scent of vanilla mocha latte sweat smacked me in the face as I entered.
There was at least fifteen people standing between my caffeine and I, with more flooding in behind me. I flipped my pastel pink hair over my shoulder and adjusted the floral shirt that covered my braless tits. I wasn't about to let the patriarchy stop me from getting my venti macchiato.
I stepped confidently into the line, being careful not to get too close to the man in front of me. I could practically smell the white privilege radiating off his greasy surfer hair and grey wife beater. Even though I'd sworn off men for the week, I couldn't help but notice how his sweaty biceps bulged impressively as he dug his hands into the pockets of his ripped jeans. I audibly exhaled when I caught sight of his perfectly defined and rounded ass.
Fuck, he's turning around. It's fine, Jessica, just act like you don't see him.
He turned around and locked eyes with me. My first reaction was confusion. From behind, he looked 23. Seeing his face, I'd assume he was at least 34. Still, there was something intoxicating about the way he carried himself, and I couldn't help biting my lip as he casually adjusted his balls.
"Hey there, I'm Cody." He said, flicking his hair to the side and extending a hand with a charming smile. My disgust immediately came flooding back.
Ew. I ignored his attempted handshake. That's the hand he uses to jerk off to privileged white people porn.
"You're holding up the line, Cody."
Cody moved up, but remained facing me with his hand out. His blatant disregard for my disinterest both infuriated me and wildly turned me on.
"Do you have a name?" He asked.
I sighed, exasperated with myself for enjoying the attention.
"Not interested."
His smirk widened and he shifted his stance, leaning towards me.
"Cool name. My friends call me mr struggle because my erections last so long."
I couldn't help but smile. "How is that a struggle?"
He leaned even closer and I caught an unmistakeable whiff of chipotle on his breath.
"Do you want to find out?"
My breath caught in my throat. This conversation went against every feminist guideline I had been taught, and yet every bone in my body was screaming for him. I grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the shop and into the nearest alley, where I kissed him with a passion as fiery as Taco Bell diarrhea. Cody responded by grabbing my voluptuous ass, causing me to moan into his open mouth.
"Jessica, my name's Jessica." I gasped, clutching his shoulders as he picked me up and placed me on a dumpster. Cody said nothing. Nothing needed to be said. Our hands and mouths did all the talking. An old homeless man emerged from the heaps of garbage and asked Cody for a dollar, only to be promptly shoved back in.
"It's too public here." Cody panted. He still hadn't released his hold on my ass.
"Take me to your place." I said. I was done waiting. I needed Cody now.
There was no time to wait for a cab. We ran down the streets of Los Angeles hand in hand, Cody using his other hand to hold down his boner.
We burst into his apartment and Cody threw me roughly onto his bed. I couldn't help noticing the vast amount of pineapple themed decorations scattered throughout his bedroom.
Cody's tiny hands gently removed each article of clothing from my body, saving my socks for last. I was so wet for him.
"God Jennifer, you're so beautiful." Cody's hand slipped between my legs, moving in tantalizing circles that sent me into fits of ecstasy.
"It's Jessica." I moaned indignantly.
After what seemed like hours, Cody stopped fingering me and looked into my eyes. His erection seemed to have grown even more.
"Are you ready for me?" His voice was a husky whisper. I could see the pure lust in his shimmering brown eyes. This man was going to destroy me, and I couldn't wait.
"Yes daddy."
Cody froze. The light drained from his eyes. In an instant, his dick deflated. It recoiled and folded itself inwards, hissing in terror. Cody crumbled to his knees and sobbed like a man who'd just lost everything. "w-why. Why would you say that."
Genuinely concerned and a little creeped out, I sat up. "Cody?"
Cody turned to me, blood pouring from his eyes and nose. He screamed, an unearthly howl that shattered the windows. "WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT. WHY WOULD YOU EVER SAY THAT TO ME."
I ran. I left that apartment and never saw Cody or drank coffee again.
