Marco
The traffic in San Francisco was just as bad as Los Angeles, but at least you could walk around this city. As I made my way to Oracle park to see where the San Francisco Giants played, I couldn’t help but think that the day I’d spent with Millie exploring San Francisco had been a lot more fun.
I pulled out my phone and checked the screen again. Still no texts from Millie.
It was close to lunchtime, and I had a decision to make. I could show up at the office and make her go to lunch with me, or I could send her another text and see if I could at least get a response. Neither of those options sounded great to me. I wanted to take Millie out to lunch, but I didn’t want to have to beg her, especially not in front of Jane. Marco Garcia never begged for a woman to go out with him.
Well, except for that one time, and it was never going to happen again.
I decided to find a coffee shop to grab a drink before I made my next decision and as I was looking around, my phone beeped. Finally.
A frown replaced my grin as I saw that it wasn’t from Millie, but from my old childhood friend, Jason.
Jason: Dude, titty bar tonight? It’s dollar drinks!
Marco: Any titty bar that has dollar drinks doesn’t have titties that I want to see.
Jason: I don’t care about seeing them, bro, I want them rubbing all over my face.
Marco: Get a girlfriend and she’ll do that for free.
Jason: I’m taking that as a maybe, then?
Marco: I’m not in town.
Jason: Dude.
Marco: Ask Mark or Dragon. I’m sure they’d be down.
Jason: Dude, Dragon is fucking that girl from Denny’s.
Marco: The blonde?
Jason: The grandma.
Marco: No way!
Jason: Way. He’s all loved up on her as well.
Marco: Shit.
Jason: He’s getting that granny pussy. All cobwebs and shit.
Marco: Jason!
Jason: What? I ain’t hating.
Marco: How old is she anyway?
Jason: Eighty?
Marco: Eighty?!
Jason: Maybe sixty.
I laughed as I read the texts. Dragon was one of my surfing buddies. He lived for the ocean, weed, and getting laid. However, he’d always been attracted to older ladies. I just hadn’t realized how old he was willing to go.
Jason: He says he might settle down with her.
Marco: Settle down? Doesn’t she have grandkids?
Jason: She’s also got a husband.
Marco: What? No way?
Jason: They’re separated, but not divorced. Dragon wants her to finalize it so they can let her kids know they’re serious.
Marco: Her kids?
Jason: And her grandkids.
Marco: Well, hell. She got lucky.
Jason: So no titty bar tonight?
Marco: I’m in SF, dude.
Jason: Oh, visiting Jane?
Marco: Yup.
Jason: How is she anyway? Let her know that my dick is still waiting when she’s ready.
Marco: I’ll bust your lip.
Jason: I’m joking. I’m joking. Let me call Mark, see if he’s down. Hit me up when you’re back.
Marco: Will do.
I checked my previous texts on my phone and sighed. Where the hell was Millie and why wasn’t she texting me back? I walked into the coffee shop and up to the counter to place my order. A chubby chick with big tits smiled at me as I grabbed a menu.
I smiled back. “Anything good here?” I asked her.
“They have a good Kenyan roast if you like it dark.” She played with her hair and batted her eyelashes. “I always get that, but then I add some milk to make it a bit more creamy.”
“I like my coffee black.”
“They have good pastries here as well.”
I looked down at her chest and noticed that she didn’t have a bra on. Her erect nipples were pointing through the flimsy material of her T-shirt, and she didn’t care who knew it.
“Maybe I’ll get one.” I nodded, only half thinking about the pastries.
It would be so easy to get her number, ask her to lunch, and to fuck her. All I had to do was ask. She had nice brown eyes and a pretty face. I didn’t care that she had a little weight on her. I actually preferred fucking women with a little extra meat as I loved big tits and big asses, but I just had no interest in making a move. My mind was still on Millie.
“So, do you come here often?” the lady asked me. She looked a little nervous as if she were flirting and worried I’d be rude to her. Even though I wasn’t interested, I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. I knew what it felt like to be rejected.
“No, I’m only visiting from Los Angeles. Actually came up to see my sister and my girlfriend.”
The word girlfriend fell out of my lips before I even knew what I was saying. How could I have said that? I barely even knew Millie.
“Oh, you have a girlfriend?” She looked disappointed. “Figures, the good ones always do.”
I pursed my lips to stop from laughing. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. No woman had ever called me one of the “good ones” before. Maybe the best they’d ever had in bed, but never a good guy. In fact, I’d been called the opposite way too many times for me to even get upset about it anymore.
“Well, you should tell her that. She’s ignoring me right now.” I closed my mouth quickly. Where was all of this coming from? Who was this guy?
“I wouldn’t ignore you.” She bit down on her lower lip, but just as she spoke, my phone beeped again.
I grabbed it from my pocket, elated when I saw Millie’s name on the screen. I hadn’t felt this happy since I’d been drafted into the MLB.
“I’m guessing from the smile on your face she’s no longer ignoring you?” the chick said.
“She’s no longer ignoring me.” I nodded. “I should check this and see what she said.” I opened Millie’s text eagerly, wondering if she wanted me to come and grab her for lunch, hoping that maybe she was as excited to see me again as I was to see her.
Hey Marco, sorry I’m not available for lunch, but please do enjoy yourself. Let me know if you want Talia’s phone number. I’m sure she’d be more than happy to join you.
I grinned as I reread the text three times. Millie was jealous. She’d delayed in responding to me because she was upset and jealous about the night before. I grinned to myself as I typed back.
Marco: Not interested in Talia and her small tits. I’d much prefer to take you out to lunch. I can be there in twenty minutes.
Millie: No thanks.
Marco: Look, I’m sorry if you got jealous about me and Talia. I’m not into her.
Millie: I’m not jealous.
Marco: Liar.
Millie: You’re the liar, Mr. “I don’t know the last time I had sex.”
Marco: Last night, and it was amazing.
Millie: I meant before me.
Marco: There is no before you for me. Just you.
Millie: Whatever, Marco.
Marco: You know if you say Marco Polo, I’ll come to find you.
Millie: I don’t need you to find me.
Marco: Do you need me to make you come?
Millie: Come where?
Marco: On my face.
Millie: Marco!
Marco: You walked right into that one.
Millie: I have to work now. Bye.
Marco: So shall I come in twenty minutes?
Millie: No.
Marco: Seriously?
Millie: Seriously.
Marco: Can I see you tonight?
Millie: Why?
Marco: So I can kiss your pretty face.
Millie: Uh-huh.
Marco: So, I’ll see you tonight.
Millie: I don’t think that’s a good idea.
Marco: Let me take you dancing. Do you like salsa?
Millie: I don’t think so.
Marco: One drink and one class. Then if you’re not having fun, you can go home. Without me.
Millie: I’ll think about it.
Marco: So that’s a yes?
Millie: Why do you want me to go dancing with you?
Marco: So that I can make up last night to you. I’m sorry about Talia. I should have told her to leave the bathroom, not given the impression I was down for a threesome. I wouldn’t even want a threesome.
Millie: Yeah, right.
Marco: Really. I don’t have eyes for anyone else but you. And I don’t want to see you with anyone else. Man or woman.
Millie: You just had a threesome the other day.
Marco: It was a foursome, and I can’t even remember their names. You’re different.
Millie: Marco, you just met me a few days ago. How am I different?
Marco: I can count all the ways tonight.
Millie: Fine. Pick me up at 7 p.m.
Marco: See ya later.
“So I’m guessing you two didn’t break up.” The girl looked a little disappointed. “That was a lot of texts.”
“We were making plans for our date tonight.” I smiled at her. “Not only did we not break up, but tonight, my Millie is going to have the ride of her life, if you know what I mean.”
I winked at the girl, who blushed, and then I bought her a coffee and pastry for listening to me. I sat down with my dark roast and then immediately realized that I needed to find a place to take Millie dancing later that evening. I wondered if she’d be impressed by my moves and if I’d be lucky enough to have a repeat night of hot sex at her place later in the night.