Chapter 19: Eatin’ Out On The Table (R18+)

"You get cleaned up, I'll handle this." I pulled up my underwear and jeans. Buttoning up and zipping the denim pants I made for the door. Abby had moved to the corner and more specifically the roll of paper towels on the counter. The sight of her delicately wiping her saliva from her tits was really sexy but I had more important matters to attend to, mainly being the customer impatiently tapping their finger against the counter.

"Hey what's—up?" I paused as I saw her, Persimmon narrowing her eyes at me as I walked up to the counter. She was wearing the same baggy clothes she always wore, my eyes looking at the pink bedazzled Switch of hers as she spun it around on the counter. "Two nights in a row?"

"Ugh, don't ask! We had a girl quit and Ri-uh, the boss lady's callin' me in to cover her shift. Apparently, we've got a big event soon so she's bein' real bitchy about everything." I gave her a sympathetic nod, Kyle caught the Rona a few months back and I had to pick up most of his shifts for the time he was out.

"I see, so what're you cravin' tonight?" I leaned over the counter with a conspiratorial look in my eyes, my hand covering my mouth like I was arranging an illegal deal.

"Sugar, something so sweet it'll rot my teeth out." Okay, I know just the recipe but do we have the time?

"What time do you have to be at work?" I asked and depending on her answer I may be really limited in what type of prison desserts I could make. The sweet recipes were always my favorite and honestly I used to make the shit for the little Christmas parties Clar had in elementary school. Parents may have looked at me funny but the kids ate it up, and its cheap.

"I don't have to be in for another two hours, I was kinda hopin' I could chill here if you and your girl would be cool with that." I winced and she noticed it, "Wait did I interrupt something?"

"U-uh, w-we were kind of foolin' around in the break room." My cheeks felt hot, my eyes looking away from the growing smirk spreading across her face.

"Oho, didn't get to finish eh?" Persimmon teased, her hand reaching out to poke me in the chest. She jammed the tip of her finger in my sternum and I winced before looking back up at her. "You know, I'm kinda in the mood right now so if you'd like I could help with that."

Her hand made an O shape as she pumped it back and forth near her mouth. Parting her lips she opened wide, her tongue pressing against one side of her cheek to imitate something filling her mouth. I kind of just stared at her gobsmacked that she'd suggest giving me a blowjob and had it been maybe three days ago I would've jumped at the opportunity with glee. Now, I had to awkwardly explain that it wasn't me who didn't get to finish.

"Uh, I finished b-but you came before Abby did." I rubbed the back of my neck and gave an awkward chuckle at my own double entendre.

"Oh, bummer." She shrugged her shoulders and went on like she hadn't just suggested fellating me with 'my girl' as she put it in the next room over. "Well, while you make my food you can take care of her. I won't peek or anything like that and I can be your lookout."

"Uh, thanks." I nodded dumbly, my back immediately turning towards her as I walked back through the break room door.

"Don't mention it." Shutting the door behind me I turned to see where Abby was and found her sprawled out on the break room table. Her hands were hooked under her knees as she spread her legs wide. I realized she had ditched her panties as her sopping pussy gleamed under the fluorescent light in the ceiling. Our eyes met as her damp orbs sent me a begging plea.

"I-I think I might have a fetish for you turning girls down in favor of me." I chuckled at that, my feet taking me toward the cabinets as I opened them up. First I snagged about four of those small packs of Oreos, the boss had a whole host of these individual packages in a clear tote in the cabinet. If I looked I bet I'd see that they were near their expiration date, the potential of them going unsold and being forgotten about usually made us pull items early to avoid a lawsuit. That and the boss-man could feed us without worrying about us stealing.

"I think I'd like it too if my girlfriend turned down a guy hitting on her." As I spoke my hand reached for the coffee creamer next to the coffee pot. Any prison recipe involving sweets and desserts will almost always use coffee creamer as a substitute for heavy cream. Pouring the creamer into one of the styrofoam coffee cups I then filled it with tap water from the sink before stirring with a plastic knife.

"E-Ethan, are you really going to leave me here with my legs spread?" Abby asked as she looked over at me, my hands busy seperating the cookie from the cream in the Oreos. Once fully seperated I used the creamer can to crush the Oreo cookies in a plastic bowl I snagged from the cabinets. Next, I dumped the creamer and water mixture into the bowl and began stirring until I had a nice even consistency.

"If I don't she'll come barging in here so unless you want Persimmon to see your cookie then you'll just have to be patient." I grabbed a pack of M&M's from the snack cabinet before slamming them to the ground. After a few more brutal attacks the M&M's were sufficiently mulched so I dumped them in the Oreo concoction and stirred until the little multi-colored chocolate chunks were spread evenly.

Grabbing Jerry's jar of peanut butter with a 'Do-not-touch Ethan!' sticky note taped to it I used a plastic spoon to scoop out a large spoonful before dumping it in the bowl I got for the Oreo cream. Mixing the peanut butter and cream together along with some water I spread this across the chocolate cookie mix. Taking a few M&M's I kept for this moment I pressed them into the shape of a smiley face before taking the bowl and placing it in the fridge to let it set.

"Okay, are you finally ready to grace me with your presence or do you have a steak to grill for her still?" Abby chimed in as she looked at me with a glare. The girl had let go of her legs to let them dangle over the edge of the table, her hands covering her pussy.

"Nope, all that's left for me to do is enjoy my meal." As I spoke I dragged the chair I had been sitting on to receive my tit-job in front of her spread legs.

Sitting down I immediately tore her hands away from her dripping snatch, my eyes taking in the sight of her pink folds visible through her outer lips. The right side of her inner folds seemed to be a bit longer than the other, the beautiful pink color of it was absolutely mesmerizing compared to her pale outer lips. Femcum drooled from her snatch and down her ass cheeks squished against the tabletop. Above this was a small bush of black hair manicured into a cute little triangle.

"D-don't stare!" She covered her hands as she spoke with a bashful tone, her ebony eyes peeking through the gaps in between her fingers.

"I-I know it's ugly—!"

Before she could finish disparaging herself any further my tongue dragged across her pussy as I lapped up her sour-tasting love juice. The girl tensed as her thick thighs came together around my head, a whimpering moan leaking from her lips. Our eyes met through the gaps between her finger as I gave her a reassuring smile.

"You're not ugly, not a single part of you is ugly. If you could see under the table right now you'd know I'm so turned on just looking at you." As I spoke I did something silly, my hand reaching in my pocket as I pulled out my flip phone. Unbuttoning my pants I shimmied them down enough so I could gain better access to my cock. My plaid boxers were tented as my erection fought desperately to escape its cloth prison. All it took was adjusting my dick to where it fit through the already open fly and voila my dick was exposed to the cool air. Clicking on the camera using the keypad buttons I aimed the lens underneath the table, and with a flash, I took my first dick pic.

"See, look!" Raising the phone up I shoved the screen right in front of her face. Her eyes looked at the tiny screen with a mesmerized look as she saw my rock hard dick illuminated by the camera's flash. Now that she was occupied staring at my pixelated cock I returned to my meal as I dove face-first into her pussy.

A moan leaked from her lips as my tongue spread her outer lips and dragged across her sopping inner folds. The tang of femcum filled my mouth and I couldn't get enough of it. No, it didn't taste particularly good and it certainly wasn't sweet but it was 100% the best thing I ever tasted because it came from Abby. She was turned on by me, and that thought alone would make anything taste delicious.

"Hnnfff–!" My nose pressed into her clit as the girl shuddered, the pressure her thighs exerted on my head growing even stronger. My tongue dove deeper inside her folds as I lapped up more and more of her femcum. The heady smell of her arousal made my head feel dizzy, my nose pressing up against her clit to sniff the scent of a woman in heat.

"Dewicious~!" I muttered, the vibrations of my lips on her pussy sending shuddering waves of pleasure across her body. Lifting my mouth up I dragged my tongue across her engorged clit before swirling it around the pink nub. Abby squealed, her thighs trembling as her body went stiff. A torrent of tart love juice splashed across my chin and I lowered my mouth just in time to catch a mouthful of her femcum. Gulping I sighed as I savored the flavor of her pussy juice. I think I'm beginning to like it, almost like an acquired taste.

"D-damn, t-that felt good," Abby muttered as she looked down at me, her moist eyes taking in the sight of my head in between her thighs with a look of satisfaction.

"Yeah, we definitely need to do it again when we get the time. I was thinking after the party we could go to your place and continue where we left off." I spoke as my tongue ran across my mouth licking all of the femcum it could reach. Walking over to the roll of paper towels I brought them over to Abby as I wiped the rest of my chin and neck clean.

"Sounds good, but just so you know there is no way I will settle for just your tongue next time." Her words made my cock stiffen and only now did I realize I still had my pants pulled down to around the middle of my thigh. My cock was still poked through my boxer's fly and exposed for anyone with eyes to see. Adjusting my dick to where it no longer poked out I pulled up my pants before zipping them very slowly to avoid pinching.

"Oh, so was my tongue game that bad?" I teased as I tore off a few squares of the paper towel roll before gently pressing them against Abby's soaked outer lips. My hands trailed to her puckered little asshole as I made sure to dry up every bit of her arousal. Every 'accidental' touch of my fingers against her pussy caused the girl to whimper, a smile growing on my face at her growing embarrassment.

"N-no, it's just…" Her voice was quiet like a mosquito and before she finished her sentence she wasn't even speaking.

"Just what?"

"I-I want you to make love to me!" She yelled, her face redder than a tomato. My own face probably looked the same as we both turned our gazes away from one another. An awkward silence hung between us before we were saved by a knock at the door.

"Are you two lovebirds done in there because you guys've got customers!" Persimmon asked through the door, and only then did I realize we hadn't controlled our volume at all. Abby had already gone to work slipping her panties back on and adjusting her dress. She couldn't really do anything about her disheveled hair but her red lipstick smeared by our make-out session was wiped off with a paper towel.

"Yeah, yeah we're coming!" I yelled as I turned the door handle, both of us stepping out to be greeted by Persimmon. The girl gave me a teasing smirk before jerking her chin in the direction of our customers. Both me and Abby's eyes widened as we recognized the group of teens standing before the entrance to the store.

"R-Roni!?" Abby's voice filled the air as the black-haired girl in the group turned to look at us, her eyes widening like saucers. She wasn't surprised that her sister was here as she already knew she worked there. No, it probably had to do with the fact that it probably sounded like we were fucking in the break room.

Her blue-haired friend Becky was blushing redder than a tomato, her nose buried in her phone as she took quick peeks at me. Tobey and Jessica were blushing too but I didn't really want to know what was going through their heads. Thankfully Keith and Jason were still filling up at the pumps outside, but I knew for a fact we had a grade-A shitshow on our hands.