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“I hate to rush you, Eddie, but I gotta close up early if I want to get out of here in time to make the last train. Funny, when you break up with someone they refuse to come pick you up after work. I wish I had considered that beforehand.”
He jumped in his seat when you called over, your voice probably too loud, echoing through the diner as you were the only two people there. Thursday evenings were your favourite, because you always closed, and Eddie was always there to keep you company. He used to come in every night, but despite his inoffensive behaviour, and adorable little face, the other waitresses seemed to take a dislike to him instantly, so he made sure only to stop by when you were serving. Which suited you well, because you’d developed a bit of a crush on him.
Quiet, polite, and definitely a bit naïve, he was very different to the men you usually encountered. There was something almost animalistic, predictable, boring, about the fact that men like Eddie refused to approach women like you. As though being tall, blonde and ample in specific areas meant you would immediately reject them. It was a notion unfortunately bolstered by straight men who believed that women fell into very specific categories and were not in fact multi-faceted beings.
At first, you’d worried Eddie might be the same, the way he avoided eye contact with you, spoke to you in short sentences, as though someone like him wasn’t even allowed to look at someone like you, let alone speak to you. But he opened up when he realised you were just as human as he was. Yet, he was still very awkward around you, despite your growing friendship. A lot of that could be put down to his obvious crush. You noticed him, he wasn’t exactly sneaky. And you weren’t exactly discouraging him. On Thursdays you wore a shorter skirt. You suffered through the day in patent heels. You always wore your shirt with one extra button undone, bending over the table to pass him his coffee, or his 6pm slice of pumpkin pie. You winked, you giggled, you lightly touched his arm. Anything to see his soft, round cheeks turn pink, to hear him stutter his way through a thanks, and to see him watching you out of your peripheral vision for the rest of the evening.
You doubted that he noticed you staring at him though, which was difficult to conceive given how much of your day was spent dreamily gazing at his sweet, chubby features, his cute little tummy in his button-down shirt, the way his soft hair lightly grazed the rims of his glasses, how he pushed them up every so often as they slid down his nose, his eyes staring down in concentration at his puzzle book. The way he never said goodbye but waved to you through the window once he had already left. The way he held your tip in his palm before handing it to you, so you could feel his warmth. Hell, even the way he struggled to make eye contact or say anything to you was so endearing and weirdly attractive. Eddie was adorable, and if you hadn’t been with someone, you would have snapped him up in an instant. If you thought for a moment that he would ever let himself be with you.
As you watched him pack up his pens, your phone buzzed in your apron pocket, pulling you out of your thoughts.
“Shit.”
Eddie looked over at you, stopping what he was doing, but not saying anything.
“Trains are cancelled. Wonderful. Nothing is ever easy in this shithole, is it?”
He smiled, a small, quick gesture, and went back to tidying up.
“It’s raining.”
Eddie looked out the window where he sat and nodded.
“Can you just keep an eye on things while I get changed out of my uniform? I don’t want it to get wet, I have to wear it again tomorrow.”
Again, a silent nod.
You were quick, checked shirt and jeans, uniform in your backpack, blonde hair up and out of your face, less likely to get completely ruined in the rain that way. As a goodbye gift to Eddie, you had left the buttons undone, a ridiculous amount of cleavage on display. You pretended not to notice his lingering gaze, the way his mouth was open slightly, pupils blown out watching you jiggle as you tidied up the last remaining dishes from his table.
“I drove…here.”
You turned to him, stopping your swerving walk and turning to face him.
“Oh?”
“I could…drive you…h-home?”
You stepped quickly to the counter and tossed down the dishes. Rushing back from behind it over to him, practically jumping.
“Oh, Eddie! Yes please! I absolutely hate being caught in the rain!”
“I-it’s no problem…really.”
“Don’t be modest, you’re my hero! I could just kiss you!”
Immediately, he hid his sheepish look from your gaze, facing the floor and picking at the sleeves of his thick coat.
“Well, I don’t think I should hold you back any longer, we can just head now?”
Eddie left first, waiting on the kerb as you locked up, silently gesturing to his left with his arm suggesting that’s the direction in which he was parked. The walk was short, but the silence was still a bit awkward. You wondered whether to lighten the mood, but the rain was harder now, and you didn’t want to scare him out of offering to take you home. And the notion of getting into the warm car and sitting close to Eddie was proving to be a very exciting prospect. As you pictured your arms brushing against him, his slender fingers around the steering wheel, grazing your thigh as he reached for the gear stick, you could feel yourself blushing in spite of the cold.
Eddie took a few quick steps ahead of you, unlocking the car and opening the passenger door for you. You offered him a little curtsy before getting inside. The car was old, a bit beat up, but the interior was immaculately clean, and it smelled like Eddie. Plain, unscented soap and a mild deodorant, the lingering scent of coffee underneath it all. You found yourself inhaling and let out a giggle at how silly you were being. You were completely smitten by him, and all it took to truly realise it was the lure of being truly alone with him, away from the possibility of a customer interrupting you.
Eddie joined you in the car after putting his soaking coat in the boot, adjusting his mirrors and seat, though surely no one had touched them since he was last in the car. He placed his hands at ten and two on the steering wheel and wrapped his fingers around, uncurling them and curling them several times before starting up and driving off.
“I can give you directions if you need them?”
“Oh…if you tell me the street, I’ll know how to get there…I have them all memorised. Just a…stupid thing.”
“That’s really cool, Eddie. You’re so smart!”
You gave him your address, watching him close his eyes at the next red light before nodding, obviously searching through his wonderful brain for the best route and committing it to memory before opening them again.
The journey would be long, which you were thankful for. Any length of time alone with him was wonderful, but this would be enough to get some conversation in, had Eddie not been so focused on driving and so socially uncomfortable that all he offered were one-word answers. But you found other entertainment, enjoying watching him out the corner of your eye, staring at your breasts as they jiggled, the old car’s suspension not doing any favours for comfort over the bumps in the road, but definitely providing something for Eddie to be distracted by.
And you stared back. His arms, which usually looked so slender, seemed much thicker, stronger, with the way he tensed them to hold the steering wheel. His stomach spilled softly over his seatbelt, begging to be prodded or held, so soft and cute. And it was getting difficult to ignore his crotch, as the longer you drove, the more you bounced around, the more he stared, the more obvious it became that he was definitely enjoying the view.
It was cruel to tease him, but it was too good an opportunity not to. From your pocket, you produced your lipstick, opening it up and stretching to apply it in the mirror above you, leaning into him slightly. He inhaled, taking in your scent, your breasts brushing lightly against his upper arm. As you went over a bump, you conveniently let go of the lid to the gloss, dropping it at Eddie’s feet. The car came to a stop at a light and you seized the moment.
“Sorry, Eddie! I’m making a mess in your nice, tidy car, let me get that.”
“No, that’s ok y-o-ok…ok…”
You leant down between his legs, head resting on his thigh, arm brushing against his stiff length, softly grazing past his lower legs as you fumbled around, straining, making the exact right noises, listening to his whimpers from above you. It was cruel, definitely. But the thought of him losing his mind over you, the slightest of touches, even a glimpse at you enough to have him hard and whining, was doing a lot for your ego, and for your arousal. When you sat back up, closing the lip gloss and pocketing it, you could feel it, the slight, slick feeling in your pants against your swollen lips.
There was no way it was Eddie’s intentions to get you alone in the car, to take advantage of you. He was too sweet, too scared, to plan something like that. But you weren’t above taking advantage of the situation you found yourself in, and when he pulled up behind your building in the parking space in the alley, you shifted in your seat to face him.
“Thank you so much for the ride, Eddie.”
“Y-you’re welcome, it was nothing.”
“It wasn’t nothing, it was such a long way, and now you’ll no doubt have to double back to get home.”
“Well, yes, but-”
“But nothing! How can I repay you?”
“You…you don’t need to give me gas money. It’s really alright.”
“Hmm…I wasn’t really thinking gas money, I had another idea in mind.” You smiled at him playfully, reaching your hand over to his thigh, gripping it between your fingers before sliding up and up, holding your palm to the strained bulge in his pants and giggling, looking into his eyes which were filled with what could only have been a mix of terror and desperation. He leaned away from you, back thudding against the door of the car, arms to the sides and hands clawing at whatever surface he could find.
“I don’t think…you shouldn’t do that…”
You pouted, eyes large, sad, as you stared into his behind the lenses of his glasses, now lightly steaming up.
“You don’t like it, Eddie?”
He was quick to try and recover from what he assumed was an insult to you.
“No! No no no! I…really like you…it! I l-like it but…you shouldn’t…you don’t have to do that to me…w-with me…”
“Why not, Eddie?” You placed your palm back against him, wrapping your fingers around as much of him as you could, teasing at the button and zip as he gasped and swallowed his saliva.
“Because…because you’re…b-beautiful and I’m n-not-”
You placed a finger against his lips, undoing the button of his pants as you spoke.
“You’re so cute, Eddie.”
His cock was free of his pants, your palm wrapped around it as he whimpered, eyes pressed tightly shut as his breath shakily fell over his lips. You began stroking it slowly, his face lit by the streetlamp above only, but you could see the edges of his lips curling into a smile under your touch. Under his breath, he let himself mutter some words of thanks, gratitude, as though he were to be eternally grateful to be allowed this pleasure. Each time he spoke, anytime he moaned or whined, you couldn’t help but reply in kind. He reached out his hand, letting it fall on your shoulder before he caught himself and snapped it back.
“No, Eddie, you can touch me.”
“I don’t…”
“I want you to.”
He stared back at you, eyes falling back in his skull as you slowed your strokes, tightening the grip and stretching the skin back, his head flushed and slick with precum, twitching in your hand.
“Where do you want to touch me, Eddie?”
He didn’t speak, but his eyes briefly flitted, tellingly, to your breasts. With a soft, but warm laugh, you reached your free hand out, grabbing his and placing it on your breast, pressing him into you, waiting until he wasn’t withholding anything, fingers digging into your ample flesh before you let go and started undoing the buttons of your shirt.
Eddie let out an audible gasp as the shirt fell open, exposing your breasts to him. And in a move that caused your stomach to tense up, he fell forwards, his other hand now grabbing at you, his lips clumsily against yours in an awkward and unpractised kiss. His sudden bravery, the passion behind the way he lapped carelessly at your lips with his feverish tongue took you by surprise. You let go of the grip you had of his cock and threw your arms to his face, trying to hold him steady and in place, as he kept twisting around, unsure of how to kiss properly it would seem. You hummed into him when he found the right pace though, groaning when he let his fingers fall to your nipples, teasing them softly at first, but intuitively rolling them harder between his fingers as your moans deepened.
Suddenly, he was no longer shy Eddie from the diner. Or maybe he was slightly less shy Eddie from the diner at least. Whatever had come over him though, you welcomed it, as his kiss trailed from your lips to your chin, down your neck and stopping short of your breasts, where he looked up at you through his fogged up lenses, hair messy and slightly matted to his sweating forehead.
“Can I…?”
You nodded, hand drifting to his head as you let your fingers drag through his soft hair, holding him into you as he kissed down your breasts, mouth stopping over your nipples, soft lips around them and tongue circling them before he started sucking, mewling against your skin, a panicked choke when you whispered his name, using his hair to direct him. You hitched your chest up into him as his other hand teased at your nipple, tugging at it softly, cupping your breast and squeezing as he opened his lips, letting his tongue flick over your other nipple, wet sounds filling the car as he salivated onto you.
“Fuck…oh my god you really are wonderful!”
The words spurred him on his hands were all over you, feeling your curves, smoothing over your thighs, up under your shirt to feel the warm skin on your stomach, his soft moans becoming deep growls as he let his desires take over him. His teeth clamped down onto your skin.
“Easy, Eddie!” You giggled, holding him against you as he let out a soft giggle in return, not knocked back by your words in the slightest. With one hand in your hair, the other cupping at your ass, he kept his slick lips against your breast, cheeks hollowed, teeth grazing against you far lighter as he swirled his tongue around your nipple, flat and hard against it, light and soft, learning quickly as he went.
“Eddie…oh, Eddie…oh, Eddie!”
It was hard not to scream his name, and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. Against your body, he let out a choked and muffled howl, stuttering as he regained conscious, pulled from his passionate stupor by his sudden orgasm.
“I’m so…so s-sorry.”
You leant in to him, kissing him hard. From your backpack, you produced a tissue for him, kissing him on the cheek.
“Don’t apologise for any of that, Eddie. Maybe next time, I can actually help you a bit more, didn’t seem like you needed it though.”
He blushed, fiddling with his glasses and tossing the tissue to the floor, embarrassment on his face still as he zipped himself back up, clearing his throat and placing his hands back onto the steering wheel, staring straight ahead.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you, Eddie. You really are a cutie.” Stretching over, you kissed his cheek, hand on the other to pull his attention to you, a further kiss on his lips before you giggled and left the car. As you stood in the rain, you buttoned your shirt up a little, leaning down against the slightly open window and giving him just a little encore.
“See you next Thursday?” You winked at him.
“I…I can give you a ride tomorrow. When do you get off? I mean finish. I mean-”
It was hard not to smile, to laugh at how sweetly awkward he was.
“Three.”
“I’ll be there.”
“It’s a date.”
You blew him a kiss before turning around and entering your apartment building, leaving Eddie alone in his car with his mess and a wide smile.