Hello everybody! I have returned with part 7 of my erotica! This marks the end of Volume 1 of my Aaron and Lauren stories. The couple shall return, but as to how soon remains to be seen.

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“Farewell”

The spaghetti meal had gone well. It tasted as fantastic as ever, and Lauren was quite pleased. It distracted Aaron momentarily from the massive precum stain that had spread across his pants, leaving a dark ovalish shape. Throughout the whole meal Aaron knew he would have to spill his ice water onto his lap to cover it up, and goosebumps ran up his spine at the thought.

Alas, the moment arrived when they had both finished their plates and finished talking. Aaron saw that he had just a bit of water left in his glass as he swallowed the last bite of bread and bolognese sauce. Not much by drinking standards, but easily enough to cover his lap.

Lauren knew of his plan, and leaned around the booth every so often to see if the waiter was coming. After the pair talked and flirted for a few more minutes, Lauren turned and saw the tuxedoed server approaching with the check.

She looked down at Aaron and nodded, her lips stretched thinly along her face as she cringed at the thought of the cold sensation. Aaron gulped and swiped his right arm across the table toward his body, knocking the glass over. It’s contents spilled over the red tablecloth and right into his jeans, the water and ice immediately freezing his legs.

Aaron led out a slightly exaggerated “Oh!” as the waiter turned to face them. The waiter’s eyes widened at the sight of him and the huge spill running across the table.

“Good gracious!” The waiter exclaimed. “I’ll go grab you some towels.” He rushed off.

In a moment he was back with several small, neatly-folded cloths. After making sure that Aaron was able to at least dry most of the table and his lap, the waiter laid the check down and left the couple to their devices.

When Aaron and Lauren left Le Brienne, Aaron’s pants looked considerably less stained, and the wet spot was far less suspicious than before.

“I hope they clean those rags well.” Aaron guiltily half-joked. Lauren giggled.

Aaron was not a fan of wet clothes. During his walk to the park, the many wet buildings of the city had dripped old rainwater into his clothes, and it took what felt like forever for his jacket to dry. Now his lap and thighs felt soaked to the bone in ice water, and he could feel his underwear begin to cling tightly to his thighs. Still, he was able to overpower his feelings of cold with those of apprehension.

At last, it was time for them to part ways.

Lauren took Aaron by both hands and gazed down at him. “So we’re settled on Monday then?” She said with a slight pout.

Aaron smiled at her lovingly. “Yeah. Jackson’s at six.” He confirmed.

They stared into each other’s eyes. Transfixed with longing for one another.

After a moment Lauren reached out and pulled Aaron into a bear hug, wrapping her arms around his back and shoulders. He felt her head and hair brush against his ear and over his shoulder. Aaron had to reach up a bit, but he enveloped Lauren’s back just the same. He felt the fabric of her army jacket. His face went into her neck, and he enjoyed the warmth of her skin.

Their minds went back through the last 24 hours. The sex they’d shared, steaming hot with passion and filled with the need to please each other. Aaron could feel his shoulders restrained against the bedsheets again, and Lauren bucking her hips atop him. Lauren could feel her ass pressed against Aaron’s chest again, as he went to work on her pussy with his tongue.

Aaron planted a kiss on Lauren’s neck before they broke apart, and Lauren quickly kissed the top of his head as she rose to her normal height.

“I’ll text you later today.” Aaron smiled.

“I’d prefer sooner to later.” Lauren smirked.

They kissed once more on the lips, and went their separate ways. Both of them tried their absolute hardest not to look back.

Throughout the day, whether it was as he boarded the train, returned to his apartment, or made dinner, Aaron’s mind was consumed by the thought of Lauren. His mind was obsessed with reliving his every moment with her. It repeated her stories, and reminded him of her touch. He could hear her deep yet soft voice whisper in his ear and smell the scent of her perfume. If he thought hard enough, he could almost feel the soft skin of her lips. He could almost feel the grip of her hands on his shoulders. He could almost squeeze her every inch, from her breasts to her ass to her waist.

Worse than all of these thoughts was the consistent erection they maintained. Every second that was permeated by her face appearing in his mind made him feel hard in his soaked jeans (and later his dry replacement pants).

Neither the consistency of these thoughts or the stiffness of Aaron’s cock were softened by the fact that him and Lauren spent almost all of the rest of the day texting each other. Their conversations from the park and restaurant spilled into their phones, and led to them texting for nearly the rest of the entire day, only stopping when they said good night and went to bed.

Except Aaron could not sleep. His body missed being enveloped and protected. He missed the sound of Lauren’s breath behind him. He missed the feeling of her arms curled around his belly, and her warm skin pressing into his back and legs.

Aaron closed his eyes, but sleep would not come. When his eyelids were open, his room was mostly dark, except for the windows illuminated by the street. When they were closed, all his eyes could see was Lauren’s face.

He sighed.

In the darkness, his phone vibrated. It pulsed over and over, indicating a call. Aaron took a guess at who it was.

“Hey.” He croaked groggily, his heart pounding slightly.

“I miss you.” She whispered.

“Yeah...” Aaron blinked slowly. “Me too.”

“Do you want to meet tomorrow, instead of Monday?”

Aaron smiled. Chuckling, he responded gratefully. “I’d love to.”