“Olivia, are you listening? I’m trying to cash out my last table. I need to get home before my husband falls asleep again. I need some sex tonight. I’m in my fucking prime, and these late shifts are killing me.”
“Huh? Oh, sorry, Yuli, I’m listening.”
“No, you’re not. You’re staring at Luke. Are you into him? He has such a sad story.”
“I know. Imagine losing your wife to cancer in the first year of marriage. He’s really sweet too. We’ve been meeting for coffee. He’s just so easy to talk to.”
“Oh, shit! You are into him. Be careful, Olivia. I don’t think Luke’s dated since his wife died. He might not be ready for anything serious right now.”
“Maybe I’m ok with that,” Olivia lied. “I’m in my prime too, you know, and I don’t have a husband waiting at home. Is it so wrong if two friends get a little action?”
“No. Of course, it isn’t wrong. Just be careful, ok? I don’t want you to get your heart broken again. Now ring me out so I can go home. I should have a good tip coming. These guys are good tippers every time, that’s why I’m not complaining about how long they sat there after dinner. C’mon, though. Get that register open!”
Olivia punched the numbers into the register and made change for Yuli. “Here.” She held out the cash. “Go get your tip and then go get some. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“You’re sure you’ve got this?” Yuli eyed Luke, who was turning down the lights at the bar while sneaking glances at Olivia.
“I’m ok. Worry about your own sex life. Jeez.”
“Ok, Gooooodnight, yooooouuuung looooovvvver!” Yuli sang as she walked away.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Olivia mumbled, taking her drawer from the register. Yuli’s table was the last of the evening’s customers, and Olivia breathed a sigh of relief. Yuli wasn’t wrong. She had spent the evening pining for Luke and was glad the restaurant was closing so they could finally have a few minutes together.
She counted her drawer, delivered it to the safe, and headed back to the kitchen to collect her coat. It was already dark and quiet by the time she emerged. “Yuli wasn’t kidding about getting out of here,” she mused out loud, but where was Luke? She had expected him to wait for her. She looked around in the semi-darkness, and not finding him, checked her phone to see if he had messaged. He hadn’t. Heart sinking in disappointment, Olivia trudged through the dining room toward the door.
“Hey! Olivia! I thought you were going to wait for me!” She turned to find him standing behind the bar.
“Luke! I’m sorry. I thought you left.”
“Nope. I had to change out the CO2 tank in the basement. I wouldn’t leave without telling you.” More quietly, he added, “I thought you would know that.” His shoulders sagged, giving him the look of a disappointed child, and her heart broke a little.
She walked back to the edge of the bar, set her coat on it, and sat on a stool. “Luke, I’m so sorry. I know you better than that. I’m just not used to honesty in a relationship.”
His eyes softened. “I know.” He reached across the bar and took her hand, tracing the creases with his finger. She drank in his soft gaze, acutely aware of her galloping heart. “But I want you to know that isn’t me. I know we’re just getting to know each other, but…” His voice dropped to almost a whisper, “I think I’m falling in love with you, and I never thought I could love again, so it’s a pretty big deal for me.”
Olivia’s eyes filled with tears. “Oh, Luke.” She kissed his hand and looked up into his eyes. “I think I love you too.” The words were hard to say, but she meant them. He was sweet and gentle and sexy. She had longed for him ever since they met. “Come around here. I want to hold you.”
Luke moved around the bar, pulling himself into her arms. All at once, their lips met, and their hearts melded. “Oh, Olivia,” Luke murmured in her ear between kisses, “You are so lovely. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, but I needed to be sure.” He pulled her tighter to him and kissed her more deeply.
She responded to his kisses, which grew deeper and more urgent by the second. She wanted him badly, her physical need growing with the depth of her emotions until the physical and emotional was tangled in a great longing in her loins. She tightened her grip around his waist, pulling his hips into her. He was already hard enough for her to feel through the fabric of his pants. “Oh, Luke,” she murmured, wanting to take the next step, but she pulled herself together and pushed back. “Is this ok?” Her eyes bored into his, willing him to say yes, but ready to accept his truth. “I don’t want to push you further than you are ready to go.”
“I’m ready,” he said. “I’ve been ready. What about you? Do you really want this?”
“No regrets in the morning?”
“Will you stay with me tonight?”
“Will you make me breakfast?”
“I promise.” He brushed her hair back from her face and leaned back in to kiss her. Their little conversation had done nothing to dissuade their passion. All doubts removed, Olivia reached for his zipper. Pressed against her, he felt big, but when she opened his fly and reached for his penis, it was huge and throbbing.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “You’re fucking huge. I want you so bad right now.”
“Are you ready for me?”
“Ready? My panties have been wet all evening. I knew tonight was going to be the night.”
“I knew too. Look.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the condom he had placed there before work, just in case. “I usually engage in some foreplay, though.”
“Not tonight,” she panted. “I don’t think I can hold out. I’ve wanted you for too long.” She took the condom from him, opened it with her teeth, and slid it expertly over his penis. Looking into his eyes, she said the only two words she had left. “Fuck me.”
Luke didn’t need more explicit instructions. He pushed the head of his penis against her opening, moving slowly at first, working himself into her with care. As he pushed the whole length into her, she gasped with his fullness. “Oh, Luke. You feel so good. Oh, God!”
“Olivia.” He looked into her eyes as he thrust himself in and out. “I love you. Oh, God. Oh, God, Olivia! I’ve wanted this for so long!”
“Oh! Oh! Me too! Oh! Keep going, Luke! Keep going!” He felt so good inside of her, filling her, then pulling out again and again. It was friction, then longing, then friction. She could barely keep from screaming in ecstasy. “Oh! Oh, my God! Luke!” She was on the edge, and it was going to be powerful. “I can’t hold out much longer. Come with me, Luke. Please. Oh! Come with me now! Now! Now!” He brought her over the edge, and she let go full force as he pulsated inside of her, pushing as deep as he could.
“Oh, My God. Oh! Oh, Olivia.” He held on to her, gasping for breath. She pulled him tighter to her, breathing and sweating with him.
“You are so beautiful, Luke. Just so, so beautiful. Never in my life has the reality been better than the fantasy, until now.” She was shaking and crying, tears falling down her face and landing on her lips. He kissed them gently, pulled his softening penis out of her, and grabbed her coat from the bar between them.
“Here, Baby.” He wrapped it around her and pulled her into his arms. “It’s ok. I’ve got you.”
She wiped her tears and smiled up at him. “It’s me that should have you. Are you ok?”
“I really am. I never thought I would be, but then I met you, and we did this, and I’m ok. I’m better than ok. I’m happy.”
She brushed his hair from his eyes. “I’m glad. I’m happy too.” She looked down at their partially unclothed state and laughed. “Should we get dressed then?”
“For sure. I want to take you home and do that again, but more slowly. Properly. I mean, if you want to.”
“I really do,” she answered, “and many more times after that too… but maybe not all tonight.”
He laughed, and it sounded like a symphony to her ears. “I would like that.” He kissed her forehead and looked at her more seriously. “I never take time for granted. I’ll never take you for granted either. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that I should cherish the moment that’s in front of me, but I hope we have a lot of moments.”
“Me too, Luke. Me too.”
They dressed, gathered their things, and left the restaurant hand in hand, ready to experience more moments with one another.