Tristan's Tale Pt. 02

"Ah, well, sex will do that to a man," he said matter-of-factly.

"Wait, I, uh, I didn't-" I stammered, blushing.

"I was just kidding with ya' Tristan! But it seems I've touched a nerve! Good on you, boy. Now, what can I get for you?" he asked, going back behind the bar, "The usual?"

"That'd be lovely, thanks." Jed had a way of moving from topic to topic, the guy always seemed to know where to stay and where to simply dip a toe in, and move on. I was grateful to have the sex topic dropped, and I noticed Maddy checking me out out of the corner of my eye. She'd obviously heard the interaction, and I was a little embarrassed.

"So, what's new, Jed? How's life?" I asked as he got out the personal grinder, a hand crank designed to make one pot of coffee which he only ever used for friends of the store, ensuring the freshest grind possible.

"Well, you know, business is fine, and not really a concern. Maddy's a new hire," he nodded over to her, "and she's picking it up fine. Here, tell you what, how about you make him his coffee, Maddy? Show us what you got." he smiled, resting the grinder and the beans on the table.

"Just a regular coffee? Too easy," she said, and took up the supplies.

"Now, now, there's a subtlety to it," chided Jed lightly. "I kid, a little, but it's true, you know. I've only made a perfect cup of coffee three times in my life, and every time it was for a woman I loved." He scratched his head. "Funny how that works, eh?"

"Really? Only three times?" I asked, astounded. I hadn't ever heard this before from him.Even before opening the shop, Jed had been making coffee since before he dropped out of college.

"Yup. It's an impossible thing to chase, so it's only ever happened to me on accident. The amount of things that have to go right, phew, it's not even worth trying."

"Well then how can you tell?" asked Thomas.

"Yeah, how do know it happened?" chimed in Maddy, who'd finished grinding the beans and was pouring them into a french press.

"Ah, well, it's hard to explain. Sometimes, you just know these things. I'm sure once you've made your first thousand you'll have more of an appreciation for it, Maddy. But who knows! Maybe this is the one!" he said, grinning broadly.

"Alright Tristan, this one's for you. Shooting for perfection here," said Maddy, looking over at me and winking.

"Well, of course I only drink perfect coffee, so I'll be able to tell," I said sarcastically, putting on a serious air. She rolled her eyes.

"Maddy, don't shoot for perfection," said Jed. "If you try, you will fail. Guarantee it. The trick with these things," he continued, "Is that you have to make them happen without trying." He tapped the side of his nose with a knowing expression.

"Huh?" we all said in unison, but Jed just shrugged his broad shoulders.

"Maybe some day it will make sense to you. I remember the first time it happened to me," he said, and immediately I knew he would be breaking into a story. Me and Thomas exchanged a glance, an unspoken "here we go" sort of thing. Jed gets a look on his face, at once faraway and delighted, and into his tone creeps the dusty layering of the past. Working there, you learn to notice it and then settle accordingly, and let the story soak in.

"We were camping, my wife Elizabeth and I, out in the Sierras, near Mount Whitney. Beautiful country there. It was Springtime, right near the beginning, so while the days were sunny they were also very cold - we were pretty high up, at least seven thousand feet up, but probably more. You could always see your breath, even with the sun high in the sky."

"I rolled out of bed before her, and quietly stepped out of the tent. Hard for a man my size, right? But I had a plan, and when you have a plan, things become possible that otherwise aren't. I got the gas stove running, and got six pieces of bacon frying. Nothing like the sound of sizzling bacon out in the country, thing is, you have to keep an eye out for bears. Anyway, once there was some grease in the pan, I tossed in a few eggs. I know, you're thinking, Jed, how in the hell did you bring up eggs on a backpacking trip?" He grinned, and tapped his nose again, a habit of his that really brought you in to his story - you knew an explanation was coming, and it made you ten types of curious.

"There's a trick to it," he said, "You stuff 'em in a Ziplock bag, each one wrapped in cloth, and make sure to keep 'em at the top of your pack. I brought four - it was my little surprise for Elizabeth, bacon and eggs is her favorite breakfast, we'd just been doing oatmeal and granola bars with dried fruit."

"In another pan I got water boiling for the coffee. Now, these beans, I could go on and on about these beans, specially harvested in Peru by a buddy of mine. Smelled like heaven. Anyways, to make a long story short, I boiled just the right amount of water, with the exact amount of ground coffee, and let it steep in the press for just long enough. She came out of the tent, asking me what all the ruckus was about, and I had a plate of bacon and eggs and a mug of coffee right there for her. It was perfect, the entire thing, the sun rising, the two of us huddled together. Something really special going on, you know?"

"Thing is, you can get everything perfect about coffee, time everything right, but it's only perfect if you let it be. Everything only exists in context. That coffee was perfect, but if not for the bacon and eggs, the sun, the hiking we'd done in the days prior, it would only have been great." He shook his head, looking at the floor with his tongue pressed into his cheek, reliving the memory. Then he looked back up.

"So that's my invitation, Maddy and Thomas. If you put care and attention into the coffee, that's great, but when you hand it over to a customer, make sure they know that you made that for them, and only them, that they're taking part of something special. Even if it's just drip coffee, it's theirs. What I'm talking about is more than a friendly smile, hell, it's in the bones of this place. All you have to do is listen, and it'll come out alright. Tristan here," he gestured toward me, "was just starting to get the hang of it when he left."

I smiled. "Sorry to disappoint you, Master Jed." I bowed stiffly, and he laughed his deep belly-laugh that was more infectious than that of a giggling baby.

"Oh, Master Jed, that'll be the day," he said, and blew his nose into a striped handkerchief he always kept in his back pocket, then folded it up and put it back. "Now, Maddy, how's our friend's coffee coming?"

She was staring intently at the french press, as if it was the only thing in the world. A few moments passed, and then she grabbed a ceramic mug, and filled it just shy of the brim.

Walking over to the counter, she placed it in front of me, holding my gaze.

"Here you are, Tristan. I don't know if it's perfect, but it's a damn fine cup of coffee, and you're welcome," she said, smiling. Cheeky - I liked it. The coffee was too hot to drink immediately of course, so I took it and warmed my hands against the mug. Jed chuckled at her demeanor.

"Hell of a new member we got here, eh Tristan?" he winked at me.

"Thank you, Maddy. I'm looking forward to it." I was growing more and more interested by her the longer I was around, there was a certain edge to her composure which I found fascinating, and quite unlike that of anyone I'd known before. I imagined what kissing her would be like, how she would feel if I traced my hands across her skin. There was something appealing in her toughness, the modern coquette.

I took my coffee to one of the tables opposite the bar, and Jed sat down opposite me. We caught up about the little things, I told him about classes and of the party tomorrow, he told me about his daughter and of a new hobby he'd taken up, whittling. All the while, though, while we talked, my gaze would drift over the room and would settle on Maddy. More often than not, she would notice, and match me, almost defiant as she was drying a cup or wiping down the counter, but always interested.

It became a game. How often could we look at each other without outright staring? I'm positive that Jed noticed what was going on and declined to comment, at a certain point it was simply so obvious. Thomas was oblivious to the whole thing - sometimes Maddy would be having a conversation with him looking at me the entire time.

I was getting horny just from the sheer intensity of her gaze, even though I was coming fresh off of a pretty incredible sexual encounter, I felt ready to go again, which was fairly atypical of me but I didn't pay much attention to that fact. I was thinking of Maddy, fantasizing as if I was still working here, sharing a closing shift with her and then getting into all sorts of mischief behind the bar.

Jed was going on about something or other, and I locked eyes with Maddy once more, my thoughts immediately turning sexual, fuck, I was getting so turned on, I wanted to go behind the bar and get her down on her knees, get those lips around my cock. A rushing sensation coursed through my body, and I saw her freeze, tensing. And then, the familiarity of holding another rose in me, and I locked in on her.

This was going to be fun.

I pretended to continue paying attention to Jed, while slowly increasing how turned on she was. Her motions grew steadily shaky, nothing crazy, she had it under control and was fighting it, but I was relentless, continuing to push her into her own desire with my mind. I tried something more subtle: creating a thought inside her. I wasn't sure how to go about doing it, I just followed my instinct, honing in on her.

What if Tristan was fucking me right now? She shivered as the thought arose in her as if from her own accord. Fuck, I bet he'd fuck me so good. Woah - I heard one of her thoughts, in response to the one I'd sent. That was new.

"You cold?" asked Thomas, noticing her shiver. "I've got a hoodie you could wear."

"N-no, I'm alright, thanks." she said briskly, turning away from me and moving out of sight.

I kept up the pressure, furthering how turned on she was, submitting her further and further to her own sex drive. Whether or not I could see her didn't matter.

His cock parked deep inside me, yeah, oh fuck what if he's into anal? If he wanted to fuck my ass I'd let him. Fuck, why am I so horny right now? I masturbated this morning. Holy shit, this was so hot. I was rock hard under the table and I had no idea what Jed was saying, and I didn't care. I sent out another thought to Maddy.

I could ask him to fuck me. I felt her eyes widen, and she let the idea hang, toying with it. Fuck, how would we do that? If Jed left I could pass by him on the way to the bathroom. Fuck. What am I thinking?

I noticed Jed come to a lull in his story, and I excused myself, heading to the bathroom. Maddy followed me with her eyes, and right before I rounded the corner which lead to the hallway with the men's and the women's room, I glanced at her, and then went down the hall.

Fuck, what was he saying with that look? He's so hot. Fuck it. I can't work like this.

I heard her say something about going to the bathroom to Thomas. I walked into the men's room, a single restroom that needed a code, and let the door close gently behind me so that it didn't shut completely.

I stood there for a second, unsure if my plan was going to work, if she'd actually follow through. Somewhere along the way I'd lost the connection to her, so I was just waiting. I figured it was all or nothing, so I lowered my pants, my dick popping out of the waistband. I was rock hard, and incredibly turned on by the thought that I had been toying with Maddy's arousal.

The door creaked open, and she poked her head in. She saw me standing there, naked, staring her down. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. She slipped inside, shutting the door completely. I put a finger up against my lips, and, still dumbfounded, she nodded, and regained her composure a little.

She walked toward me, once closer, she took my dick gingerly in one hand, breathing out deeply. I was pretty big. She looked down at it, then back up at me, her eyes full of wonder. I reached out a hand and fingered her jean button, she didn't stop me, and once I had it unbuttoned I unzipped her pants slowly, at once teasing her and trying not to make too much noise. Underneath she was wearing black underwear, and I could already smell her sex, it was intoxicating, my eyelids drooped and then shot back up as she started slowly jerking me off, and pushing me backwards.

I stepped back as she pressed me forward with the hand around my dick, and soon I hit the wall. She started stroking me faster, and I slipped my hand underneath her clothes, feeling her warm, wet sex. She moaned, desire building in her eyes, her mouth slack and the pace of her breath increased. With my fingers flat I moved in large circles, just teasing her and getting to know her shape and form.

Then, I slipped a finger inside of her and she squeezed her eyes shut tight, unable to stop a small groan from behind her closed mouth. My other hand came to her throat, and as I did so her eyes shot open and suddenly I had her once more, her entire being at my disposition. I firmly grasped her by her neck, slightly constricting her airway, and raising an eyebrow as I started to finger her faster. She nodded, giving assent, and I could feel her heat rising, her desire aflame and increasing, that she enjoyed sex a little rough.

I pressed deeper into her with my finger while making small circles with my palm against her clit and her gasps became short and rapid, while her strokes of my dick moved faster and faster, it felt so good, but I wanted more, and I could tell that she did too. I took my hand out of her pants and she let go of my dick to bring them down lower. I spun her around, her back against the wall. To my amazement she lifted a leg and flawlessly placed it on top of my shoulder, and she smirked with pride. She must be a dancer.

I moved closer, stretching her leg higher and lining my dick up with her pussy. She moaned as I pushed it forward slightly, breaching the outer folds. As hot as it was, I couldn't have any sound from her, so I put a hand over her mouth, leaning in close so that our noses were almost touching, and with the other hand I kept her leg on my shoulder. She was incredibly flexible, and her eyes widened as she breathed deeply and rapidly through her nose.

I thrust inside of her, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets as I brought her almost halfway down my dick. I pulled out a little, then thrust back in, deeper, penetrating her with my cock, taking her how I wanted to. I fucked her harder, picking up the pace, keeping my hand clamped over her mouth, and she started trying to breathe through the cracks in my fingers, her eyes weakening and her body making slight gyrations forward and back, matching me, so I fucked her even harder, but stopping just shy of being balls deep to avoid the slapping sound, and for some reason staying in that middle area, not pulling out all the way, not going in all the way, felt so incredible, staying in the heat of it, that there was no beginning and no end, and we rocked each other there.

An orgasm rippled through her, tensing her muscles and her pussy wrapping tighter around my dick, her walls pulsing along its length, and I kept her pressed against the wall there, staying deep inside as she rode the waves of her ecstasy on my cock. It subsided after a while and I took my hand off her mouth, and she looked at me with wide eyes. That's never happened before, she thought, barely able to put the thought together. Not bad, but I wasn't done yet.

I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down gently. I felt resistance both in her body and in the being-sense I held of her, she clearly didn't like giving head. That would have to change - I took her mind, and flooded it with the desire to suck me off.

Immediately, she fell to her knees and took me in her mouth, sliding a couple inches down my cock and sucking in with her cheeks, flicking the tip of my head with her tongue. My god, a girl this good was wasting her talents having reservations about blowjobs. I put my hands on her head, and pushed it a little farther down, inching my cock to the beginnings of her throat. She didn't have a gag reflex, but more resistance came up - she didn't like the idea of having her face fucked, but she had no idea who she was really dealing with. Her throat was mine.

I could have taken away her resistance and made her fall in love with deepthroating, but instead, a deviant part of me took over and let her resistance stay, keeping the displeasure there. I pushed her head a little farther down, and she put a hand around the rest of my dick so that her lips met her hand. Instead of changing her desire to deepthroat, I stripped her of her ability to stop me, and changed her mind to not feel okay with challenging anything I did.

I pulled her hand off, and readjusted so that my cock was lined up perfectly with her mouth. I stayed there until she looked up at me, at which point I slid her slowly off me until her mouth was just at the tip of my dick. Relieved, she gave it extra love, swirling around it with her lips and her tongue, sucking tightly on it, and then when she went down just a little bit I took her by surprise and thrust forward while shoving her head down on my dick, and it pierced through all the way to the back of her throat until her lips were around the base of the shaft.

I felt the cum rising in me, and so I pulled out and then thrust back in, over and over, fucking her mouth until I was cumming, and I pressed her head against the wall, driving my cock all the way down her throat as I came into her, over and over, taking her how I wanted, until I was spent, and then I staggered back, amazed at how good it had felt.

She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, kneeling there, half crumpled on the floor, her mascara a mess from the water running down her cheeks. She coughed, taking in deep breaths, then looked up at me, angry and unsure of how to feel. The confusion was there on her face, undecided between being indignant with how I'd used her, or really fucking turned on by how hot it had been. As the heat of the moment faded, so too did the grasp I had on her, but in the last moments before it disappeared I was able to shift her toward the latter, and she stood up with a devilish grin, all trace of being uncomfortable vanished.

"Damn, Tristan. Too bad you quit working here, we'd make a hell of a team," she said quietly, pulling her pants back on.

"Well, I may just have to stop by more often now. You know, for the coffee."

"Right, for the coffee," she said, a sly smile on her face. She wet a paper towel and wiped off her face as she fixed her hair. She nodded toward the door. "You head out first, I'll need a little while to fix up, and we can't go out at the same time."

"Alright. Well, thanks for the fuck. That was pretty incredible." This was all so casual - it was incredibly surreal.

"Mhm." she said, looking at me through the mirror, then back to herself. Apparently she wasn't one for hugs and kisses, and in this context, I didn't mind. The bathrooms of Dante's are always kept immaculate, I remember complaining about how often we were made to clean them before I came to understand how important it was, so it wasn't a question of the place, but rather the way we'd come together, colliding at lightning speed and then departing just as quickly. It felt appropriate.

I washed my hands first, and then walked out back into the store. Jed was still sitting at the table, and when he saw me, he gestured toward the coffee I hadn't tried yet.