The story of the Starbucks Boy [FM]

Legend has it that there lived a young male barista who would bring me hot vanilla nonfat mochas after I having surgery and being home bound to a 10 week recovery. He also brought me pot and I loved it. In return, I took him to a winning Warriors playoffs game, sitting closer than he had ever been in the 10th row. Stubhub had the deal and the only person I ever talked about the Warriors to was my Starbucks boy, long after I healed and life went back to normal. He was the only diehard fan I wanted to take with me that day, to say thanks for brightening my day when I was at my lowest.

I never talk about how my Starbucks Boy licked my pussy when I was at the end of surgery recovery, when I was still scared to let anyone fuck me. I never talk about how he pushed me against my car in the oracle parking lot, pulled my pants down, and vigorously got me off after the big win. I don’t talk about a lot of his stories but I guess that’s what makes up the tall tales.

His name is Connor and now he’s my beer guy at my local brewery.

I see him today at his work when I come in for a beer after brunch. He hugs me and gets my beer while I sit on the brewery patio, fussing with my outfit.

Do you ever feel everyone staring at you? And in your head you think, oh shit, is my boob falling out? Or, is that just a me problem.

I’m feeling way over dressed in a [low cut tropical green romper](https://www.reddit.com/user/sometimesyoukno/comments/c4b8zj/ready_for_sunday_brunch/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app) to be drinking a beer alone on a Sunday that I can’t help but notice the people around me. I’m self conscious that at any moment I can flash the whole Sunday brewery crowd, and, to be honest, I probably already have.

After I leave, Connor sends me a text, “I like that dress.” He follows it with a text later that he’s getting off work. I tell him he should check out my new place and smoke a bowl before he goes home.

He knocks on my door, and I lead him to my patio. He suddenly leans in and kisses me hard. I jump back surprised at how fast he lays one on. I am too stoned to make a move forward so I sit back and stare at him blankly. In hindsight, I probably should have let him continue to kiss me, leading him to maybe grope new. Instead, I grind him a bowl l and pass it to him. He looks confused while staring hard at my tits. I think I scared him when I jumped at the initial kiss, and he feels defeated after a long day at work. We ended up sharing a few bowls before He calls it a night.

As I walk him out, he suddenly stops me in the corridor, pulls my bodysuit to the side and puts his lips on my nipple. I back up onto my door and let him continue to suck on me in the light of my outside hallway. His mouth feels fucking beautiful. I think about inviting him back in but I don’t. He leaves to find his car, and I close the door.

I change into a black bodysuit I seem to live in during the weekends and think about his mouth wrapped around my nipple again. I get a text saying, “Hey I’m sorry I’m home safe.” [I send Connor an old picture before heading to bed. Maybe next time it won’t be so awkward and I may finally let him fuck me again. ](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewild30plus/comments/byub4l/i_had_a_45fucking_great_weekend_how_about_you/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app)

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