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 Title: The Coffee Shop, Chapter 2
Codes: Mgg, Fgg, cons, rom, ped, oral

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   The Coffee Shop

   Chapter Two

   "Well," Missy now interrupted my reverie, as I wondered whether the
sweat was showing, or whether she could see my heart, pounding like hell
under my t-shirt, "glad we got that figured out," she smiled warmly. 
Kristy was looking at me too, now.  "Yeah," she said, "we almost thought
you two guys were gonna get lost under there," she giggled and looked up at
Missy.

   My eyes locked on Missy's now, and the familiar glint was back. 
"Almost," I said softly, "almost, and it woulda been so easy to do under
that big table, too" I continued, then lowered my voice, and threw even
more caution to the wind, risking we were indeed on the same page, and
added, "with such a small, soft, beautiful little girl."

   She smiled.  "I bet," she said, and her smile widened some more, "I just
bet you could," she now breathed out, soft and quiet.

   I swallowed, my eyes locked on hers for what seemed like forever.  We
stared at one another then, hard, each of us with our own half-smiles; and
each of those smiles not daring to break to a grin, neither of us going to
blink that moment back.  I watched in the movement of her chest, her
breathing increase, the pulse at her neck, and felt my cock stiffening and
matching her visible pulse.  I was only just sitting there, but I was
breathless entire.  I couldn't resist it; it had risen so large in my chest
and in my shorts, that I cupped my cock and balls with my left hand, closed
my eyes, dragged my fingers against the underside of my aching cock head,
swallowed harder still, and then blinked them back open, letting a long
breath escape me.  Her mouth had dropped slightly open, her right hand now
missing from the table, and our look was also different now: we were lovers
already.

   We both smiled serenely at one another, each smile saying, "okay baby,
okay."

   As the glaze left my eyes, and hers began to clear, I watched Kimmy
kneel up in her seat, sideways, her little flannelette skirt still clinging
to her tiny round baby rump, showing the soft flesh of her five-year old
thigh, and whispering something in Kristy's left ear, seated between her
and Missy.  Kristy was looking right at me, her eyes dancing, and a grin
spread across her face as Kimmy finished the secret and plopped back down
in her seat, also grinning impishly.

   "Oh my god," I thought, "now what?"

   No sooner had I thought that, then I watched Kristy in turn, sit up
higher in her seat, and begin whispering something to Missy, who bent down
slightly to offer her ear.  In Kristy's stretching and turning to whisper
this next secret, she again stretched that tight tee shirt against her
definitely visible tiny brown nipples, which were hardened now for some
reason, and pushed out the fabric of the shirt, seemingly aching to be
touched, fondled, pinched between my gentle fingers, their erect hardness
flicked with my hot tongue, and gently teased with the edges of my teeth.

   Although I was panicked, I breathed out hard again and began to rub the
underside of my cock with my fingers, slowly dragging two fingers up and
down the length of my aching prick, then slowly further down, where I used
all four to rub and cup my balls, pumping the back of my wrist against my
cock, and beginning to pant.

   "Fuck," I thought, swallowing, "oh fuck, do I ever want to cum," I day
dreamed, this is really getting to be too much for me to take.  I got a
grip and put my hand back up on the table, though, as I could see the
waitress making her way to our table with the drink we'd ordered.

   "Now, girls," Missy smiled at them, "it's not polite to whisper like
that," she intoned quietly, then turning her face to me, and looking softly
in my eyes as she continued, "especially not when you're telling secrets
like that one," and grinning a wide, friendly grin.

   "Awwww," I almost said out loud, and melted, entirely, my breathing
becoming even again, and surreptitiously unzipped my jeans even as the
waitress now arrived tableside.  The two girls giggled like little girls
with secrets will giggle, then as Missy spoke her order to the waitress,
Kristy whispered one more time in a smiling Kimmy's little right ear.  I
was watching them, and they were watching me as this exchange occurred. 
Kimmy's little hands were toying with the packaged straw as she listened
intently to whatever it was Kristy was hurriedly whispering in her ear.  I
swallowed again, "goodness," I thought, "so soft little hands, I bet one
wouldn't even be able to wrap all the way around my hard cock," then
letting that imagery creep in for a brief moment, making my cock pulse hard
again.  "Fuck," I thought to myself, "how I love them so fucking much." I
glanced back up as Kristy had finished her whisper, and looked at Kimmy's
wide eyes and grin, Kristy looking also at her, as if expecting an answer.
She looked at me, somewhat coyly, then back and Kristy, and giggled out
loud, saying, "kay, I will," then back at me, then back at Kristy, "I
really will."

   "And you sir," the waitresses voice breaking in from outside somewhere,
"what would you like, honey?"

   "OH"

   "Oh, oh, ummmm, oh goodness, I hadn't even thought about it, uhhh,
lessee, lessee, lessee," I said, hurriedly scanning the menu.  At this
point, I could have hardly given a fuck what she brought out to eat, and
pondered how lovely it would be just to be able to say, "oh, actually, I do
not want any food right now, since I plan to eat Kristy's smooth little
third-grade pussy a little later on, and quench my thirst with her sweet
gushing baby cunt juice, thank you very much." Instead, I just said, "oh,
I'm not hungry right now, I've already had some donuts, as you know," and
smiled, realizing I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to be
leaving shortly.  "I'm actually going to be leaving shortly, but uhhh," I
scrambled now, "perhaps another cup of coffee before I go?"

   "Yay," I heard Kristy say, and watched Missy look at her and also say,
though with a more reserved tone, "yes, yay," then turning her face to
mine, and giving me that same soft smile again, this time accompanied by
the familiar glint in her eyes.  "Yay, indeed", she said again, and I was
comfortable and at ease, and rested my left hand on the table, stretched
out toward her just a tiny bit more than what might be normal or customary,
and slipped the fingers of my right hand inside my unzipped jeans to rest
against my still hard, and getting harder, yet again, and wondered what I
might get away with.

   I leaned back a little in the seat now, slouched down just a tiny bit,
and stretched my legs forward some, feeling my foot come in contact with
some part of Kristy's leg or foot.  "Oops," I said, looking at her as she
looked up at me, "sorry, guess my legs are longer than I thought."

   "It's okay," she said cheerfully, "I don't mind," she smiled, as I felt
her leg swinging back and forth, her little foot, grazing against the side
of my calf.  Apparently, she'd kicked off the little clogs she'd been
wearing, for I could feel her foot was bare.

   Missy's right hand rested also on the table, and also stretched a bit
further forward toward mine than seemed normal or customary; close enough
it almost seemed as if I could feel the warmth from it, but perhaps I was
just imagining things.  In the early excitement of the arriving little
girls, I'd forgotten to check her left hand for a symbol of some dedication
to another, and could not now check as it was apparently resting in her lap
or upon the seat, I assumed, for it was not on the table.  She seemed to be
daydreaming about something as the little girls chattered away animatedly
about various things.

   "Oh, I think it's coming, Kristy, I think it's coming," Kimmy exclaimed,
kneeling up in the seat facing away from me, again the little white dress
clinging to her pantied bottom.  "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," I thought, almost
closing my eyes, "so pretty little tiny bum." Kimmy's little bum was quite
round for such a young girl, and the dress was showing off its curve too
nicely, draping up on one side, tantalizingly close to exposing her
panties, and fitting into the space between those little cheeks.

   "is it, is it, is it?" Kristy asked, now also kneeling up in the seat
between Missy and Kimmy.  It was the first good view I was to have of
Kristy's even more supple, fuller and just as round, taut little bottom,
the too small overalls pulling the yellow fabric well up and tight into her
crack, small soft corners of her little round girl cheeks all but peeking
out.  "God," I breathed to myself, two perfect little baby hineys, right in
my face.

   I allowed an image to flit through my head.  A brief image of me jacking
my cock, hard, and pumping white, hot sticky cum all over one or the other
those lovely little backsides.  My fingers worked hard the head of my
aching cock through my briefs as I watched Kristy's perfect little ass,
blinking hard when I saw her squeeze her cheeks together once or thrice,
and lean even further forward over the seat back, and thrust her bum back
some.  I glanced quickly at Missy, who was only watching me with what might
appear as indifference, if not consent, permission to keep watching that
perfect ass of the litte 8-year old.

   The light yellow jean fabric of the outfit was so tight, and Kristy was
leaned so far forward, her little lithe legs so far apart, relatively, for
what she was doing, that I could see exactly where her tiny butt pucker
was, the fabric gathering a bit more sharply there, and could make out the
entire outlined bulge of her perfect little Kristy cunt.  I was dreaming
for sure now, and let the image of that bare little mound flood into me,
imagined my warm wet tongue sliding up the edge of her soft fleshy child
labia, and curling into the tiny secret place at the top of that slit, and
tried to imagine what a girl child's inner lips and juice would taste like.

   "Yep," I heard her little voice say, her right hand resting on Kimmy's
right shoulder, "yep, Kimmy, that's ours, I can tell," she said with
sureness, and as she did so, her hand moved down off Kimmy's shoulder,
blithely down her side, and for some reason, looked back at me, and lifted
the back of little Kimmy's dress, bringing one side of it all the way up so
Kimmy's little round pantied bottom was entirely exposed on one half.  She
giggled, then, turning as she sat down, teasingly saying "panties, panties,
panties, Kimmy's little panties."

   "Heyyyyyyyyyy, don't do that," Kimmy said, also sitting down now and
giving Kristy a playful shove on her shoulder.  Kristy giggled again,
looking at me, her eyes dancing with teasing glee.

   I swallowed, visibly.  Missy smiled at me demurely as the waitress
arrived tableside with the food and drink.

   "Fuck," I thought, "she has gotta know that I'm 'that way'," swallowing
again and taking a deep breath of air, which breaths were beginning to feel
more and more like gasps, now.  If she hasn't seen it in my eyes, yet, then
surely she's seen it in my heaving chest or the sweat on my upper lip. 
"Plus, oh my god," I remembered, "who the hell knows what Kimmy told Kristy
and then what Kristy mighta told Missy in the exchange of secrets." I
breathed some more, trying, fighting desperately for air, and really just
wanting to close my eyes and stroke my aching cock.

   I was done, though, even thinking about leaving, and moved my coffee cup
to the table's edge, indicating my intentions of staying, and asking the
waitress if she might please also bring some water, adding, "I'm so warm,"
then letting my voice trail off as I risked a direct look in Missy's eyes
and adding, "not to mention thirsty as hell," simultaneously swallowing,
drawing yet another breath of air, and pointedly looking at Kristy with as
much longing as has ever been in my eyes, turning my head back again to
meet Missy's eyes, with all of the pleading in the world for her to please
make this train stop, or to serve me something to eat and drink.

   She returned my pleading look, her eyes and face soft at once, and
without confrontation: there was some combination of knowledge, kinship,
love and beauty all at once.  Our eyes locked now, and it seemed we
dedicated ourselves to this moment of shared love.  Neither of us dared
look away.  It had become in my world, and I now suspected hers, too,
entirely silent and serene, and neither of us it seemed was going to either
look or walk away from that.  Oh my god, it was so fucking beautiful.  The
words flowing silently back and forth and between us now, as if on some
river tumultuous as any spring mountain, swollen with spring's rains and
pushing and tumbling the rocky landscape ahead of itself, and at the same
time, as serene and slow-moving as the Mississippi in Missouri, and both,
always moving to the same deep destination: "don't go, baby,' our dry eyes
wept and silently pled, "don't you dare go, sweet baby," they screamed,
flashing insanely, "please don't you go," our simultaneous entreaty.

   "So you are staying to eat with us, then," she now spoke, startling me
out of this haze, and adding a soft "please" at the end of the sentence,
but certainly not as any polite afterthought.  My eyes melted as I made my
way further out of the fog.  "Yes," I nodded, neither slow nor fast, "yes,
I'd very much like to say," I finished, smiling.  "I'd like that so very
much," I added, and couldn't stop myself from briefly biting my upper lip.

   "Yay," the little girls rejoiced, "he's staying," then immediately and
to what provocation who knows, looking at one another and then back at the
two of us, and breaking into a spontaneous chorus of "Missy's got a man
friend, Missy's gotta a man friend, Missy's gotta a man friend," and
breaking down into girlish giggles.  I felt my own face flush, and watched
a prettier blush break briefly over Missy's cheeks as well.

   "Stop, you two," Missy said, "that's not true and that's not polite,"
she added, not altogether sincerely.  Then she broke into a grin, and
continued, "so just stop," and reached over and gave them each a tickle
with her fingers, looking at me smiling as I watched them writhe and
listened to their laughter.  I was calm now, breathing evenly again, and no
longer possessed of the frantically aching erection, and so I zipped my
zipper back up.
   ...