Cupcakes

You asked for sexcapades…. Here’s part 1. I may have to password protect  part. 2. if people want me to finish it.

I dug my feet into the gravel, shifting my bare thighs off the plastic bench that was sucking at my skin. A rock successfully lodged itself under the arch of my foot, predictably, since I was wearing open-toed wedge heels. As I reached down to remove the offending stone, a pair of sneakers entered into my eyeline.

I looked up, the evening sun momentarily blinding me as it beat down on the silhouetted figure standing there. I shielded my eyes, blinking.

“Why hello there darling,” A deep southern accent drawled.

I sat up, forgetting about the protruding rock that was piercing the soft spot of my foot. I was greeted by a man with chocolate brown hair falling in tight ringlets over a tanned forehead. His lips parted and revealed a side-long grin practically dripping with charisma. I was glad he wore sunglasses, because I didn’t think I was capable of absorbing anymore delectability.

Taurus Boy. Yum.

He slid down the bench across from me, resting his elbows on the dirty picnic table. My beer glass shook on the unsteady table top. Taurus boy winced as the amber liquid threatened to spill.

“Oh excuse me. Wow, this place ain’t no joke, is it?” he said, looking around at the sunburnt, grizzled faces, hovering like flies over their drinks of choice.

 A Hippie dude sporting a ponytail and hunting knife plucked at a banjo while kids built mountains out of the gravel. The bitter smell of fermenting hops radiated from the back of a shoddy-looking house. Patrons refilled their pints at a makeshift window. Yes, Golden City Brewery  put the word micro in microbrew.

 ”I know, I love it here,” was my answer. “It’s so chill.”

“For sure,” Taurus boy agreed. He grinned, slapping the plastic table and hopped up to retrieve his own beer.

I exhaled sharply, suddenly realizing I had been holding my breath since his arrival. Like a crackhead, I whipped out my phone and texted my friend:

OMG taurus boy is HOTTTT!!

The man himself returned with a carousel of beer samples. ”Ok, so I have two questions for you,” he said.

“Ok, what?”

“Do you have a curfew tonight?”

“I have to bake cupcakes at some point.”

“Cupcakes?”

“Yes, for the student workers I supervise. I’m throwing them a group birthday party tomorrow and I’m making cupcakes.” Taurus boy smiled. I couldn’t help but return the favor. “But, I guess that could happen at any time…late this evening. What was your other question?”

“Yeah… that was my only question. Cheers,” he said. We clinked our glasses together and listened to the half-assed banjo music. He removed his sunglasses. “These are my eyes, by the way.”

Yum x2.

to be continued….