My New Fuck Buddy, the Barista

This is actually a true story that I’ve only modified a little bit to protect the privacy of everyone involved. Other than a few small details of the story, it is by and large true.

I just finalized my divorce a few weeks ago, and my sex life was really on the rocks. I’m not the aggressive type of male to just go out and get whatever I want. I prefer to get to know someone, even if it is for at least an hour over coffee, before just jumping right into sex. I digress.

It was since January that I had sex, and it was with my wife. At that time, my wife was having an affair with this guy that she worked with in her office. What started out as just a few innocent flirtations turned into outright fucking. Our relationship really boiled over after I found text messages between her and her AP doing 69. At that point, I was done with her.

I get it. To get over someone, you need to get under someone. But I really am not that type of person. After a few months of just feeling really no desire for anything sexual, a few weeks ago my then wife and I walked out of the courtroom with sort of a bittersweet feeling. We hugged and smiled and went our separate ways. But with that came a weird stirring inside of me that I hadn’t felt in some time.

I walked down the street from where we were to a coffee shop in that area. I decided to order something that I hadn’t had ordered in a really long time: a mocha with whip cream and salted caramel on top, all in this really fancy mug that this particular coffee shop is known for.

That’s when this really cute barista came out from behind. She had these amazing flower tattoos up and down her arms, which I later found out went all the way up to her shoulders and down her back. She had at least 6 piercings on each ear, and one through the side of her left nostril. She had this really soft toned voice, but spoke like a true laid back stoner living and loving life. She weighed about 160lbs and had a cute plump chubby figure.

“Here is your Mocha!”, she said as she smiled and handed me the warm and crisp cup of what can only be described as something that can only come from the nectars of the chocolate gods.

“Thank you, … what is your name?”

“Stacy”.

“Ah, thanks!”.

“You’re welcome!.”

We then had this weird staring contest and we kind of both blushed.

“Um..”

(Both of use started to laugh a bit)

“Sorry about that Stacy. By the way, I love you tats”

“Thanks! I have a friend who does them”

“You’ll have to give me their number because that is seriously really sick work”.

“Aw, well thank you so much!”.

“Um, hey I know this is weird and all, but I just moved to the area and finalized a divorce, so I’m kind of a weird dude rig…”

“It’s okay, I get it.”

“Hah. Sorry. Anyway, do you like to play video games?”

“yeah!”

“Cool. Well I mean, whenever you’re off work, let me know, and maybe we can grab some coffee and play some video games.”

“I would really like that.”, she said as she gave me this smile that gave me this feeling that I hadn’t felt in such a long time.

I walked out the door really refreshed. I couldn’t wait to get back to my place and shoot her over a text.

Just as I walked into my door and was about to sit down and text her my phone buzzed. “Ding”.

There was the iMessage. “Hey! I’m going to be off work in about 15 minutes. Do you want to come by my place and hang out for a little bit?”

“Sure Stacy!”, I replied back to her. At this point I didn’t really think much of any this. But I felt this spark to just be able to socialize with someone new and exciting.

“I live over by the apartments down by the river in town. You can meet me at this unit”. As I looked over the address I realized that she was only about a block away from me. This was really exciting to think about.

I brewed up a cup of coffee, poured the thick caffeine laden mixture into my to go mug, and off I went to walk over to Stacy’s place.

(Knock Knock)

“Hey Stacy. I brewed you up a cup of coffee!” I handed her my other mug as she pointed towards the couch.

“You can sit down! Thanks for the coffee! So, I have a few different game consoles. Are you down for some duck hunt?”

At this point I was super pumped. This girl was not only super cute, but fucking awesome! I was so happy to have a new friend. We played late into the night and ordered a pizza. After hours of playing, we both were pretty beat.

“If you’re too tired to head back, you’re more than welcome to stay the night”, she said to me.

“You know, I might take you up on that offer.” I said to her.

“I have a spare bed in the other room. It’s all made and ready to go. I trust that you wont kill me, haha.” she said smiling to me.

“You wouldn’t want to fuck with me anyway, my boyfriend get jealous and seriously pissed off when other guys try to flirt with me”.

“Noted”, and there went that night. After a long but actually quite refreshful rest, Stacy woke me up the next morning.

“Hey! Dude I’m so sorry but I gotta head into work and you gotta scatter bro”.

“No worries! Hey thanks for letting me crash. That bed is just what I needed! Hah!”

“Oh yea, I love that mattress! Anyway, we’ll have to hang out soon again. I have a date tonight, but maybe tomorrow night?”

“Sure Stacy!”

“Cool! See you then!”

I walked home slightly upset but at the same time totally happy. Yeah it sucks that I met a really cool girl that is of course in a relationship. But you know what, I need friends at this point in my life, and I was super pumped to have just that. Stacy and I really had a ton of fun, and I couldn’t wait to just chill again.

A few more times Stacy and I just chilled out. It was all innocent of course. No drinking or smoking or anything like that. Just straight up playing Nintendo.

But then after about a week Stacy started to change. She would get back to her home irritated, and didn’t even want to play. A lot of it was tension with her boyfriend.

Then one day she came home and shot over a text to me. “Hey, what are you doing right now?”

“I’m cooking some dinner and was about to go out for my nightly walk. Why? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Josh and I broke up”, she said.

“Oh shit Stacy! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“yeah. I’m fine. I just..” she texted. But she stopped. I waited about a minute for the rest of it.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Can I ask you a question? And I hate to ask this, and I’m so sorry if it’s totally wrong”, she said.

“What’s up?” I texted back to her.

“I really need a fuck buddy. I have to be honest. I broke up with Josh because I kept fantasizing about you. I just imagined that you had this huge cock, and you just fucked me raw without a condom. I’m so sorry if that’s too forward. Oh my God I feel so weird asking that”.

“Stacy, can I walk over to your place now?” I texted her back.

“That depends. Are you going to shove that huge cock into my mouth?”

(To Be Continued)