Salt and Chocolate
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,258
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Salt and Chocolate
She licked her lips and in an instant a blast of salt landed on her tongue. God she needed to get out of this restaurant. It was well past the end of her shift. Good thing she was getting extra for this little tid-bit. With a last lick of her lips she took the chocolate cake out to the little birthday boy.
He didn't understand their snickering until the cake covered in chocolate syrup was put in front of him and the girl, with a lick of her lips, started to sing the happy birthday song. When she finished he looked up at her. He'd seen that face before but he couldn't be exactly sure. Her hair didn't quite match the face he knew of, but that girl never had the same color hair for more that six weeks. With a half smile he kindly asked to have the dish taken away. The girl turned and huffed, her cheeks reddening with anger and somewhat embarrassment.
"I'm leaving!" She screamed into the empty kitchen. Well, not entirely empty- a few dishes were still under the lamps and the chocolate cake was sitting right in front of her. She was hungry. Taking the unused spoon she started to devour the creamy cake.
He found her there looking extremely pissed off. He knew that face. It was her! Of course he knew that face. Anyone could after 50 minutes a day for a semester. She was in his Spanish class. “Stella?”
Her name called her from her thoughts on how to get home. Her parents were gone, the car had a flat, and from the looks of it, a storm was coming. Her head slowly turned to the source of the noise. How did the birthday boy know her name? Still a bit confused she let him speak again.
“It’s me Aden. We’re in Spanish together.”
Birthday boy suddenly made sense. “From the way things are going, I don’t think you’ll be in Spanish much longer.” She said with a smirk.
“I guess you’re right.” Aden smiled at her. “What are you doing out here?”
“Thinking of ways to get home without getting wet.”
Boom!
“Well not getting wet is now defiantly out of the question. I guess I’m thinking of ways to get home.”
“Do you want a ride?” Aden said and with the brightest smile he had ever seen Stella accepted.
He didn't understand their snickering until the cake covered in chocolate syrup was put in front of him and the girl, with a lick of her lips, started to sing the happy birthday song. When she finished he looked up at her. He'd seen that face before but he couldn't be exactly sure. Her hair didn't quite match the face he knew of, but that girl never had the same color hair for more that six weeks. With a half smile he kindly asked to have the dish taken away. The girl turned and huffed, her cheeks reddening with anger and somewhat embarrassment.
"I'm leaving!" She screamed into the empty kitchen. Well, not entirely empty- a few dishes were still under the lamps and the chocolate cake was sitting right in front of her. She was hungry. Taking the unused spoon she started to devour the creamy cake.
He found her there looking extremely pissed off. He knew that face. It was her! Of course he knew that face. Anyone could after 50 minutes a day for a semester. She was in his Spanish class. “Stella?”
Her name called her from her thoughts on how to get home. Her parents were gone, the car had a flat, and from the looks of it, a storm was coming. Her head slowly turned to the source of the noise. How did the birthday boy know her name? Still a bit confused she let him speak again.
“It’s me Aden. We’re in Spanish together.”
Birthday boy suddenly made sense. “From the way things are going, I don’t think you’ll be in Spanish much longer.” She said with a smirk.
“I guess you’re right.” Aden smiled at her. “What are you doing out here?”
“Thinking of ways to get home without getting wet.”
Boom!
“Well not getting wet is now defiantly out of the question. I guess I’m thinking of ways to get home.”
“Do you want a ride?” Aden said and with the brightest smile he had ever seen Stella accepted.