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Subject: {ASSM} Coffee Shoppe (Part 2)
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Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2015 16:10:05 -0400
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Coffee Shoppe (Part 2)
    
    
      A soft kiss on cheek,  touching the drop of moisture, slowly sliding 
from my eye.  Samantha's  tongue soft as it takes my tear for her own.  Mind 
numb, not believing what  I am doing, what I am allowing myself to do.  
Being lead by a teenage girl,  chastised and instructed.  Following the words, 
not even questioning  those soft commands.  Breathing heavily as I stare at 
the table across from  me, my blouse open down the front, exposing the 
tanned swath of soft flesh,  the soft inner swells of my breasts.  The edges of 
my  aureolas just showing, bumps from the swollen nipples  darting the 
material of the blouse.  Legs still spread exposing whatever  the late afternoon 
sun would display from beneath the table I sat at with  Samanatha.
    The touch of her small hand, turning  my face to her breaking my slowly 
darting eyes as I watched the amused looks of  the girls and boy at the 
table.  Their words still indistinct, as much as  their faces told me of what 
they were talking.  Eyes focusing on the wide  innocent eyes of the young 
girl.  Her round brown eyes framed by the soft  turn of her thin eyelashes.  
"Are you okay Patrice, you seem so  agitated?  You are so flushed for a cool 
afternoon like this," her words  low and measured.  "I need to go to the 
girl's room, come with me,"   her voice a command as I raise to follow her.  
Automatically reaching for  my purse and jacket.  "No.  Leave the jacket, my 
friends will watch  it."  Waving the long tall girl over.  "Sit and watch 
Patrice's  stuff."  Taking my arm and leading me away as her friend settles at 
the  table.  Then sliding the arm around my waist, burning the flesh below my 
 blouse with her cool touch.  Her other hand holding her iced  tea.
    "Don't do this Samanatha,  please."  Weakly voicing a protest, as we 
went our way to the small Ladies  Room.  Quickly opening the door and closing 
it locking it behind us.   The small room smelling of coffee and ammonia 
with a smell of some  fragrance.  Setting her tea on the vanity, Samantha 
turned to me, her lips  pressing on mind as she leans into me.  Her breasts 
rubbing on mine,  nipples aching as I feel the brush of her raised nubs.  The 
swell of her  hips holding me against the sink, my cheeks pressing into the 
edge, as she moves  closer.  Her lips brushing then tongue pushing on my lips, 
tracing it for a  moment, then pushing between.  The taste of the tea strong 
on the tip, my  first taste as my tongue tip met hers.  The small hands 
moving between and  tugging on the opening of my blouse, pulling it wide, 
exposing my breasts.   A quick tug and the shirttails hanging over my skirt.  A 
sob as I feel the  finger touch the end of my breast, then circle my areola, 
my hands hanging at my  sides.  Her tongue pushing deeper, overpowering 
mine, forcing it into  laying in submission in my mouth.  The pointy tip licking 
my lower lip as  she sucks it between her lips.  Breathing labored as my 
nostrils flare as I  try to control my body, my mind, my emotions.  The 
feeling her hand touch  my stomach, the soft swell of flesh trembling, fingers 
slding under the  waistband of my skirt.  Legs buckling at the touch, soft  
unnerving.
    Hoping the her hand slides no lower  to know my shame, wanting it to 
press harder, lower, deeper.  Thighs  opening and spreading outward, feeling 
her leg pressed between mine, her rough  pants, rubbing on my inner 
thighs...........fingers reversing to grip the vanity  top, as my chest swells, 
puffing out the teeth still holding my lip tight.   Then abruptly her body gone 
as my eyes she her move back and to the stall,  closing the door behind her.  
A low sound of movement as I lean backwards  on the porcelain, hand 
reaching to my blouse, pulling the sides back over my  breasts.  My hand resting 
there, holding it together.  Hearing a soft  whisk of sound as she undoes her 
fly, the settling of a body as I see.   Brought back to reality as I hear 
the sound of her urinating, "mmmmmmm", as the  sound stops, then in a few 
seconds her again releasing to the bowl.  The  rattle of the toilet paper holder 
loud in the small enclosed room.  Then  the door opening, making me jump.  
Seeing her jean pulled up her zipper  open and belt flapping as see steps 
out her iced tea in her hand.
    "You may use it now Patrice, and  flush when you are done.  Oh, leave 
the door open."  Walking past her,  reaching for the stall door, then 
dropping my hand down.  Turning and  seeing her watch me, leaning on the vanity, 
jeans still undone.  "Go ahead  girl, nothing I haven't seen or heard before." 
 Setting my purse on the  back of the commode, as I look behind me and 
down, seeing the discolored  water.  Looking back at Samantha, reaching under my 
skirt to my thong,  seeing her hand reaching forward.  Knowing without a 
word what she  wants.  Untying it and handing the damp cloth patch to her.  
Face hot  with my embarrassment, hotter as I hear the soft sound of her 
laugher.   Then a sniff, looking up to see her smile as she still held the thong 
in her  hand.  Raising my skirt up as I sat down, the cool seat reminding me 
that I  had forgot to cover it in my anxiety.  My flesh warm and flushed as 
I look  up and she is still watching.  Hands waving for me to go on, "don't 
be  embarrassed girl, go ahead we don't have all day or night."  Looking up 
in  anguish, I finally expel a weak stream, the sound so loud in the 
cubicle.   "All that coffee and you don't have to piss," her words taunting, as I 
feel a  weak stream as I try to minimize the sound.  Eyes watching her as my 
face  burns with humiliation.   Then lowering as I see her hand reach down  
and pull her fly together, slowly, teasingly pulling up her zipper, hiding 
the  satin of her thong.  Watching as her fingers tighten the belt on her 
slim  waist.
    "Sorry, did you want to see more  Patrice?" Again the soft mocking of 
her voice.  Finally not able to control  myself anymore, letting the stream 
flow in quick spurts, reaching for the paper  to wipe my lips.  "Don't."  
Looking up and seeing her wiggling her  finger back and forth in the sign of 
no.  Lowering my skirt as I  stand, reaching for my purse and then walking to 
the sink,  the finger  again moving in the sign of "no".  Feeling her hands 
reaching to pull my  blouse together and tucking it into my skirt, pulling 
the ends together in the  waistband, but still exposing more than a 
conservative expanse of  skin. 
    Reaching for the plastic glass of tea  and then leading out of the room 
and back to my table.  The tall girl now  gone replaced by the redheaded 
girl.  "Thanks, Allison," as Samantha leans  over and kisses her cheek.  
"Thank Allison, Patrice,"  The short  rounded girl standing and hugging me close, 
her lips pressed to me, tongue  pushing as I feel the weight of her heavy 
breasts, pushing against my chest,  smothering mine.  "Welcome," her breath a 
fruity taste of some flavored  drink.  Then quickly she walked back to the 
other boy and girl.   Sitting down, as watched the measured sway of 
Samantha's hips as she walked over  to the table for some conversation, then back to 
sit with me.
    "Patrice, have some coffee, you look  so nervous."  My hand reaches for 
my cup and lifts and sips at the coffee,  face showing the distaste as the 
cold liquid touches my lips.  "You don't  like cold coffee,"  shaking my 
head as I set it back down?  "Here,  have some tea, it is quite sweet, the 
plastic cool with the mostly melted ice  cubes.  My lips puckering to the straw 
and drawing some to my lips.   Shocked with the taste, wanting to spit it 
out, but a quick, "don't" from  Samantha, as I hold the liquid in my mouth.  
Eyes wide and panicking,  knowing the taste to my lips, the scent, the aroma. 
 "Choose well Patrice,"  the admonishment filling my ears, as my mind is 
spinning.  Looking at her,  I wait and then finally swallow the now warm 
fluid.  The smile as I did,  warming me as the nasty taste of urine and tea, 
roiled my stomach.  Gently,  her hand on mind, lifting the cup up, positioning 
the straw at my lips, the soft  words......"drink Patrice girl."  Eyes 
watering as my cheeks hollow, as my  mouth draws another draft of the bodily 
fluid.  My eyes turned to hers,  watching as I slowly drink her gift, swallowing 
in difficult gulps.  "Look,  at my friends Patrice,"  a sharpness in her 
tone, belying the soft  words. 
    Slowly, head turning as I look over  at them, again knowing that they 
are well aware of what my liquid refreshment  is.  Tears, forming and sliding 
down my cheeks, as I drink more.   Shame washing over me, but feeling my 
legs quivering, my labia full, as I slowly  drink from the cup.  Watching I 
see the boy lift something to his nose,  looking at me, his tongue moves over 
the wisp of cloth, licking at the crotch of  my thong, smiling as he passes 
it to the girl in the sweatshirt, her tongue  sliding out in a witched 
imitation of Gene Simmons of KISS.  Tip touching  the wet patch and curling and 
twisting.  Then passing it on to the red  headed girl, watching as she lifts 
it to her nose and inhales as her eyes meet  mine.  Smiling and nodding to 
me.
    "See, my friends like you  Patrice.  They would love to know you 
better."  Her words chilling my  body, as I realize that I am helpless to resist 
her.  "Drink up girl, we  have to go."  Sipping at the tart taste of tea and 
pee, wanting to scream  to run away; but finishing the glass of special tea 
instead.  Grabbing my  jacket and purse, then turning to pick up my 
forgotten reading material.   Legs moving quickly to catch up with Samantha, seeing 
her impatient look, then a  soft smack on my ass as I came even with her.  
Her friends already started  to the parking lot........
  
    
 
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