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For any newcomers: Part 1

In case you missed the last part: Part 5

Since I finished it, here’s the next part/end of Volume 1: Part 7

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“Punishment”

Before they parted, Aaron and Lauren decided they would visit a cozy little restaurant in the western part of town. In the West City, tiny and trendy restaurants reigned supreme. Their bright, fanciful signs would shine over the streets, painting the black roads translucent shades magenta, aquamarine, and peach. Their menus were packed with fusion cuisine of the oddest combinations, and their seating was usually no more than fifty.

Aaron had suggested where they could eat before finally parting: a tiny bistro by the name of “Le Brienne.”

“They have the best food in West City. I promise you. The pasta there tastes insane and will fill you up for hours.” He had said.

Now he led Lauren forward, his fingers clasped around hers, through the crowded streets of the West City.

Lauren watched as he giddily steered her through the mess of people lining the sidewalk. The top of his head barely broke into the bottom of her vision when she looked forward, so she had to angle her gaze downward. She enjoyed watching his bushy hair bob up and down with each step. She had to keep her eyes peeled for smaller people, as well, as she didn’t want to plow through somebody at her brisk pace. With her weight and speed she was liable to knock anybody under six feet off their... well, feet.

Aaron’s excited pace reminded her of the previous night, and how he’d practically speed walked to match her stride on the way to her apartment. She was also reminded of how erotic the air between them had been. How excited they both were. Lauren smiled to herself. Perhaps she could recreate the magic before they split.

At last, Aaron stopped under a navy blue awning in front of a small white building. It lay beneath several floors of what were clearly brick-walled apartments. In cream colored lettering Lauren could make out the name, “Le Brienne.” Two large windows flanked the glass door on either side, revealing the details of the dimly-lit bistro. Wooden booths lined the wall to her left, and a large bar covered the wall to her right. Sandwiched between them were a handful of tables. The place seemed to be a little under halfway full.

Aaron yanked on the handle of the glass door and stood aside, waving an arm in front of Lauren to usher her inside.

“So chivalrous.” She giggled, stepping forward. Aaron smiled as he followed behind her.

As they entered, a waiter attended to them almost immediately, telling them to sit where they wished. Lauren smirked as the gears in her head began to turn.

She gave Aaron’s hand a yank and led him to a booth in the corner. Thankfully, it was empty. Lauren practically shoved him into the seat facing away from the door, then sidled on in beside him.

She draped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close to her chest. His blush nearly matched the red of the tablecloth.

“I told you about myself, cutie.” She purred. “Now it’s your turn. Tell me something about why you’re you.”

Aaron nervously peaked around her bosom to see if anybody was watching her engulf him.

“Well,” he began. “Here’s a story. When I was in high school, I dated a few taller girls.” Aaron looked up at his lover. “Back then, all the tall guys wanted to get with short, young girls for some reason. Lucky for them, the short girls really wanted the taller guys too.”

In his head he saw the absurd amount of couples walking through the halls. “The girls would almost always wear their boyfriends over-sized sweaters and sit in their laps during lunch.”

“I never had anything against them, of course,” Aaron thought he sounded like he was complaining. “It just meant that most of the available dating pool was full of taller girls.”

He looked up. Lauren had a warm yet sly smile on her face. “Surprisingly, not many of the medium and small guys were willing to date the taller girls. I suppose they didn’t want to have to look up to kiss their girlfriends.” He chuckled.

The waiter finally came by their table. He paid no mind to their closeness, and how Aaron’s head was nearly buried into Lauren’s jacket. The pair ordered two waters and bread.

Aaron continued, “I don’t really think many of the taller girls wanted shorter boyfriends either, but that didn’t stop me.” He grinned. “I still went for it, and courted them the same as I would any other girl.” He felt like an old man when using the word “court”. Lauren took a sip of water and fixed her gaze on her lover. Aaron followed suit and quickly sipped a bit from his glass. “It didn’t work most of the time, because I was weird and awkward in high school like everybody else. But, occasionally, somebody would say yes.”

Aaron learned up as high as he comfortably could and gave Lauren a peck on her neck. The feeling of cool water on his lips sent shivers down her spine. She curled her arm tighter around his shoulder.

“So that’s how I came to like taller ladies.” Aaron began to conclude. “I didn’t date a lot of people in high school, but almost all of them were taller and stronger than me.” He sighed, thinking back to those strange years. “After high school, the dating pool got a bit bigger, and I started to date and get hit on by women who were either eye level with me or shorter.”

He wrapped an arm around Lauren’s waist, savoring the running of his hand across her jacket, down the curve of her waist. His face grew hotter as he thought about what they must have looked like.

“I’d never been approached by a tall woman before last night. Somebody with the confidence to lean over me and practically sweep me off my feet like you did.”

Lauren’s sly smirk widened and her cheeks blushed as she thought back to the previous night. She had been in a booth similar to the one they were in now when she saw Aaron standing alone.

Aaron could see the waiter approaching, probably about to ask them for their orders. He took the last few seconds to lift himself up to Lauren’s ear and whisper. “It was really, really, fucking hot.”

“Have we decided what we’ll be having today?” The waiter asked, finally arriving at their booth. Lauren jumped and realized she hadn’t looked at the menu before her in the slightest. She was suddenly flustered, making her face turn redder.

Aaron poked his head up and spoke first. “I’ll have the pasta bolognese, please.” He smiled at the waiter.

Lauren didn’t want to hold up the waiter and quickly let out an, “I’ll have what he’s having.”

The waiter smiled and swept the menus under his arms before walking away.

Lauren groaned, “You distracted me; I couldn’t look at the menu.” She furrowed her brow.

Aaron was immediately apologetic. “Oh my goodness. I’m really really sorry.” He began. “Do you want me to call him back?” He started to stand up so he could signal the waiter, but suddenly felt a hand plant itself firmly on his shoulder.

“Sit down.” Lauren asserted, pulling him back to his seat beside her. “Its alright.”

For a few seconds they sat in silence, and Aaron was concerned that Lauren was genuinely upset with him. Then she slowly leaned down, a neutral look on her face. She whispered into his ear. “I’ll just have to punish you.”

Aaron was now the color of a cherry tomato. His mind went back to the previous night once more. He had never met somebody who could hold him down, restrain him, and overpower him like she did. His imagination ran wild.

“What’re you gonna do with me?” He looked into the devilish grin spreading across Lauren’s face while playing up his puppy dog eyes.

The hand snaked across his back and onto his waist. Lauren pulled him as close as possible now. So close, he could smell the perfume radiating off her. Lauren reached her hand into the front pocket of Aaron’s jacket, pushing it forward until the fabric touched the denim of his jeans. He could just about feel her fingers on his crotch.

Lauren laughed evilly. “I’m gonna punish you real good.” She began to make small circles over his crotch with her fingers, tickling the area, waiting for his bulge to emerge. “Right here, right now.” Her circling got faster. Aaron felt his manhood begin to stir and rise.

All he could do was clench his fists below the table as his cock began to swell. He peeked downward, and saw that the outline of his erection was now clear as day. It’s log-like outline strained against his underwear and pants.

Lauren went in for the kill now. She began stroking down its length and making small circles around the head. Her every touch sent waves of pleasure through Aaron’s nether regions, and shivers down his spine. After a minute she lightly pinched her thumb and forefinger around his cock as she stroked him, like a two-finger handjob.

Aaron could barely contain himself now. The pleasure coursing through him mixed with the consistent and repeated stroking was getting to be too much. His breaths began to quicken, and he did his best not to breath too heavily. More importantly, he was doing his best not to moan.

His cock was now leaking precum like a faucet, and he was certain that it had soaked though his underwear and into his pants. If he were forced to get up now the restaurant would see a large wet spot on his upper thigh.

Against his will, Aaron let out a low, “Mmmmmm....aaahh.” His hands gripped the edge of the table for dear life.

Lauren felt Aaron’s body tensing up, and his legs kicking softly against the floor in pleasure. She could feel his quiet yet quickening breaths bouncing off her jacket. She loved the sight of it, and felt her own crotch begin to grow hot.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the waiter approaching. When he was about ten seconds away she stopped moving her hands. Aaron strained against her, trying to catch his breath. She slipped her arm out of his pocket and put it around his shoulder.

Aaron turned his eyes and drooling mouth out of Lauren’s side and peaked around her. Quickly realizing that the waiter was coming, he jerked his posture straight upwards and shifted his lap under the table.

The waiter had his own suspicions regarding how close the couple was sitting together, but as far he was concerned, they weren’t outright having sex on the table. Anything less than that forced him to ask, “Do I really want to know what they’re up to?”

The resulting answer that formed in his mind as he set down two plates of spaghetti was a resounding “no.” He nodded at the two of them then turned around and walked off. Happily oblivious.

Aaron let out a breathy, “Th-Thank you.” As the waiter left. The shock of the waiter’s approach made him almost instantly soft, and he continued to catch his breath.

He looked down at the massive stain Lauren had caused, then up at her face. She had turned her evil smile away from him, and was beginning to lay a napkin over her lap.

“You’re mean.” Aaron whispered, drinking some water and grabbing for his own napkin. “I’m gonna have to spill water on my lap to cover this up.”

“And you...” Lauren learned over and kissed the top of his head. “Have been fairly punished.”

She grinned once more and began to eat.