Blake
NEARING LATE AFTERNOON, the girls still hadn’t finished their snowman. They’d been distracted several times as they stopped to pet nearly every dog that came along the path and used every spot of clean snow to create tiny, little snow angels. Knowing Maddy would need a nap before dinner, I decided I’d quickly help them finish.
“Looks like you girls still need a nose, eyes, and hat on that thing,” I said, walking toward them.
“He’s not a thing, Blake. He’s Olaf!” Kaity yelled, crossing her arms across her chest. She was definitely as feisty as her mother.
Hearing Cass giggling in the distance was like music to my ears. I had to keep up the charade with Kaity a little longer. “Olaf, huh? What kind of name is Olaf?”
Kaity’s eyes grew as she spoke, “He’s from Frozen! It’s only the best movie ever made!”
“He knows, Baby. I think Blake was just kidding you,” Cass yelled from the bench, as Ben bounced on her lap sucking on some Cheerios. She seemed so natural with him–with both of my kids. All three of us were starting to fall for her, and for Kaity too.
“Ohhhhh OK. You’re real funny, Blake,” Kaity said, interrupting my thoughts.
“Sorry, Princess. Will you forgive me?”
“Of course!” Kaity said, wrapping her tiny arms around my waist.
“Good! Now what do you say we find Olaf here some eyes and a nose?”
“I think he’d like that very much,” she agreed, bopping her head up and down.
“How about buttons for his eyes? It just so happens I have a few extra ones sewn on the inside of my coat,” I said, carefully pulling off the spare buttons on the interior lining of my coat. Who knew those replacement buttons would ever come in handy?
“Olaf!” Maddy squealed, clapping her hands.
“And, how about a pencil for a nose? It just so happens that I have an extra one here in my pocket,” he said, patting Maddy on the head. I suppose carrying extra pencils and pens around came with being a journalist. You never knew when your next story might strike.
“Here Maddy, do you want to help me stick Olaf’s nose on?” Kaity asked Maddy, grabbing her hand.
Not exactly knowing what we could use for a hat, I took a quick look around the park to see if I could spot anything. Atop one of the trash bins, I noticed a round popcorn tub. It wasn’t exactly the right color, but it would definitely work as a hat.
Feeling Cass’s eyes on me as I walked to the trash can, I turned in her direction. “Are you staring at my butt,” I asked.
“Hardly! I just can’t believe you’re about to go Dumpster diving for a ‘hat,’” she said, using air quotes.
“It’s not exactly a Dumpster, and it’s right on top!” I yelled, grabbing the container.
“OK, well while you dig for garbage, I’m going to go find a lady’s room.”
“There are plenty of shops near the entrance where we came in. Do you want me to walk with you? We can all go,” I said, as she began packing up our things.
“No, it’s fine. Help the girls finish Olaf, and take plenty of pictures. I’ve got Ben. I think the big guy can use another diaper change anyways. We’ll meet you back at the car in fifteen minutes?” she asked, checking the time on her watch.
Just as Cass had instructed, the girls and I finished Olaf, rounding out his ensemble by tying my black scarf around his neck. I had another one at home so parting with this one wasn’t really such a big deal. I even packed a bit more snow around his midsection so he wouldn’t look quite so skinny. Once we were pleased with the final product, the three of us then gathered around Olaf as I snapped a few selfies, immediately texting them off to Cass. A few seconds later, my phone dinged with a reply.
Cass: Well isn’t that just adorable! I must admit, the popcorn tub-hat adds a nice touch. I don’t often admit when I’m wrong, so kudos to you, Mr. Mitchell. ;)
Blake: So, you’ll know, I just took a screenshot of that. Now I’ll have permanent proof of your admitting that you were wrong.
Cass: I’m sure you did. Anyways, I went into that cute little coffee shop that I mentioned earlier. You should meet us here. They have the cutest little kids’ area, and I bet Kaity would love some hot chocolate.
Knowing I wasn’t ready to step back into McPherson’s, I had to get Cass and Ben out of there without alerting her that something was wrong.
Blake: I don’t think that’s such a good idea. I can already tell that Maddy is getting pretty grumpy. I really should get her down for a nap. We’ll just meet you at the car like we already agreed.
Cass: Oh, come on, Dad! Surely, she’ll be fine for a little longer. I’m sure a little hot chocolate will perk her up. After all, chocolate cures everything, even a little case of the grumps. We’ll wait for you by the fireplace.
Realizing I wasn’t going to win this battle, I agreed to meet her. I just hoped my heart would be able to handle it. Walking into McPherson’s was like stepping into a time warp. Not noticing Cass sitting with Ben by the fire, or the girls running to them, I was immediately transported back a decade earlier when I’d first set eyes on Alyssa.
Having a few extra minutes to spare before I hopped on the subway to my grad class at Columbia, I ducked into a small coffee beanery about ten minutes from the station in hopes of grabbing a cup of java before my first class.
Walking through the door, my eyes were immediately drawn to the barista serving drinks behind the counter. Her honey blond hair fanned out on her shoulders and her sapphire eyes sparkled as she turned to face me. The white company T-shirt she wore hugged her natural curves in all the right places causing my cock to twitch with desire.
“Hi, welcome to McPherson’s. May I take your order?” she asked, as I approached the counter. Her voice was silky-smooth, and in that moment I wanted nothing more than to hear her scream my name in bed. I couldn’t help it, I was a twenty-two-year-old man. I pretty much had four needs: beer, food, sports, and sex.
“Yes, Alyssa,” I said, reading her name tag–giving me a reason to check out her ample rack. “I’d just like a large coffee with two creams and two sugars, please.”
“Will that be all? Could I interest you in an almond scone? It’s a house recipe.”
“If I say yes, can I have your number too?” I asked. I’d never been shy around the ladies, and I sure as hell wasn’t about to start now.
“Ummm, I have a boyfriend,” she stuttered, as if I’d suddenly made her nervous. I’d almost bet by her sudden shyness that she didn’t actually have a boyfriend, but I’d just caught her off-guard.
“I’ll wait,” I said, winking.
“So just the coffee then? That’ll be three dollars and seventeen cents,” she said, ignoring my advances.
Not wanting to be late for my first class, I paid for my coffee. “Thanks for the Joe. I’ll see you tomorrow, Alyssa,” I said, turning to leave.
“I don’t work tomorrow,” she said.
“Well, I’ll see you the day after that then,” I said with a smile. “Unless, of course, I can see you tonight for dinner?”
She giggled before answering, “Boyfriend, remember?”
“Sticking to that story then?” I asked, watching her cheeks redden as she exhaled sharply. Judging from her lack of response, I knew I’d been right. “Day after tomorrow it is then,” I said, as I walked out the door and headed toward campus.
I’d sat through my first two classes with nothing but a gorgeous, blond barista on the brain. A woman had never quite affected me in the same way as Alyssa had. I was still young, and definitely not in search of a permanent relationship. But, when I saw her, it just felt different–unexplainable, really.
Walking into my last class for the day–media law, I was shocked to see the girl from the coffee shop sitting right in the front row. She was rummaging through her backpack and didn’t notice me as I approached from behind.
“Excuse me, Alyssa, but is this seat taken?” I asked.
“How do you know my name?” she asked, looking up at me. “Oh, it’s you.”
“Not quite the response I was looking for, but at least you remember me,” I chuckled. “I don’t believe I properly introduced myself earlier, I’m Blake Mitchell,” I added, extending my hand to her.
“Alyssa Turner,” she said, reaching for my hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alyssa Turner. Is it OK if I sit here next to you?” I asked her again.
“It’s fine,” she said, her cheeks flushing again.
“What brings the pretty barista into a media law class at Columbia? Are you in the journalism graduate program, too?” I inquired, interested in learning more about her.
She bit her lip before answering, “I’m only working at McPherson’s to help with the bills. I’m actually a law student here. Today’s my first day in the program.”
“A lawyer, huh?” I responded, picturing her standing in a courtroom wearing a tight skirt, button-down shirt which just exposed a minimal amount of cleavage, glasses, and her long, blond hair wrapped into a loose bun. Shifting slightly in my seat, I grabbed my bag and sat it on my lap to hide my now throbbing, bulging dick. When I first saw Alyssa sitting in the lecture hall, I thought I might be able to focus better in this class. Boy, had I been wrong. Leaving the class, I only hoped with her sitting next to me that I wouldn’t fail the entire semester.
“Blake, over here,” I heard Cassidy speak.
“Daddy! Hot chocolate?” Maddy asked, tugging on my sleeve.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I tried to put the memories of this place in the past where they belonged.
“Sure, Kiddo, we can get hot chocolate,” I said, walking toward Cass, who was sitting by the fireplace enjoying her beverage.
“Are you OK? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, as I took a seat next to her.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired. Snowman building can really wear a guy out,” I said with a fake laugh. Truthfully, I’d hardly broken a sweat. I just didn’t want Cass to know the real reason for my sudden mood change.
Sitting by the fire as Cass took the girls to order hot chocolates, I gazed into the flames as more memories of this place flooded my mind.
Autumn in New York, quickly turned into winter and I still hadn’t convinced Alyssa to go out with me–not on a proper date, anyways. The closest we came to a date was studying together each night at McPherson’s after she finished her shifts. We’d grab the booth in the corner and sit there until late into the night going over our course work.
Once we’d finished our assignments in media law for the day, I’d sit there even longer and help her with her other courses–leaving mine until I got home each night. I didn’t get much sleep, but spending time with Alyssa was worth it–and, honestly, the highlight of most of my days. The girl had me by the balls, and she didn’t even realize it.
Sitting at my favorite table, I couldn’t take my eyes off her has she wiped down the counter, her tits dragging across the surface as she stretched to reach the farthest corner. On more than one occasion, I’d fantasized about slowly stripping her bare and spreading her out on that same counter.
I hadn’t even kissed her yet, but I knew her mouth and her pussy were made just for me. Reaching under the table, I readjusted my junk, reminding myself that it would be several more hours before I could relieve the ache between my thighs. If I had to keep jacking myself off every night, I would have to start going to the gym just to strengthen my left arm to keep up with the increased workout my right had been getting lately.
Catching me staring at her, she smiled and waved before bringing out the coffeepot to refill my mug for the millionth time.
“You know, if you stay for much longer, I’m going to have to charge you for another coffee,” she giggled. “That’s not true, that says free refills,” I said, pointing toward the chalkboard sign that hung on the back wall.
“True, but most customers only stay for a few hours–max. You’ve been here since I started my shift this morning! They really should just put you on payroll,” she sassed.
“Agree to have dinner with me then, and I won’t sit here all day,” I suggested.
“But, what if I like your sitting here all day?” she admitted, looking down and picking a piece of lint off her apron.
“What if I still sat here all day, and then took you out to dinner?” I propositioned.
“I think, maybe, I’d like that,” she said, her mouth curving into a smile.
“I know just the perfect place. How about you give me your address, and I’ll pick you up Friday night at seven.”