The Diner

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Michelle Hoppe

Published 2016 by Book Boutiques.

ISBN: 978-1-944003-54-8

Copyright © 2016, Michelle Hoppe.

All rights reserved.

Chapter 1

May 22nd

Late afternoon sun filtering though the stain glass window cast a kaleidoscope of color over the interior of the small church. A gentle breeze blowing off the bay drifted through the open doors, making candle flames dance, adding to the romantic setting. Lovely yellow roses adorned the end of each pew, altar, and vestibule of the wedding chapel on Van Ness Avenue in the heart of San Francisco.

Tuxedo dressed ushers had seated over a hundred guests: the bride’s family and friends on the right, the groom’s on the left. The flower girl was walking down the aisle, yellow rose petals dropping from her fingers as she skipped toward the altar. The ring bearer, struggling to keep up, had tears running down his cheeks because he’d lost sight of his mommy.

Nicole Weston waited at the bottom of the aisle for her turn to walk before the assembled crowd. Resplendent in her pale yellow, backless, maid of honor dress, a small bouquet of yellow roses was clasped in her hands. Thank the stars in heaven it was a dress she didn’t mind wearing. Unlike the last bridesmaid dress she’d been forced to endure—lime green, big bell skirt, bows in stupid places, and shoes to match. At least Tami has taste, she thought to herself. Music flowed from overhead speakers. The magical strains of Between Now and Forever, sung with emotion by Bryan White, sent chills down her spine.

Watching closely, she took her first step out, just as the young ring bearer’s mother gently pulled him into a pew at the front of the chapel. One step, pause, next step, pause, Nicole made her way toward the groom, soon to be her best friend’s husband. The smile on Jerry’s face lit the entire room, his happiness only exceeded by that of the bride. Nicole smiled to herself; it was amazing that in six short months, her friend Tami White had gone from nervous virgin to bride. With the rocky start their relationship endured, it was amazing they’d made it this far.

Taking her place on the right of the minister, Nicole thought back to that first day, six months ago, and again saw the tear-streaked face of her friend.

Chapter 2


The lunch hour passed, the crowd thinned, and Nicole Weston sat alone in the corner booth with her lukewarm coffee and half-eaten piece of cake. She looked down at her watch, noting the time. One fifteen, she only had about ten more minutes to wait for Tami to arrive.

She and Tami had been friends for over six years now and shared everything. Nothing escaped their conversations, including details of their sex lives. Nicole could hardly wait to hear about last evening. She knew Tami had been worried about her date with Jerry. She’d revealed yesterday her certainty about his desire to have sex. The women discussed whether Tami would be ready for the big step or not.

The fact that Tami was a virgin at twenty-six still astonished her. With all the advice she’d been given over the years, it made no sense she didn’t date well. There was always some problem or other, and after about the second or third date the relationship would implode. This new liaison with Jerry was going on two months, and now with the possibility of sex for the first time—it was an amazing feat in and of itself.

Nicole saw him on several occasions; he seemed nice enough, if a little nerdy. He was too short for Nicole’s taste, only about five-six and in her opinion, he needed to lose a few pounds. Hey, but what the heck, she thought, I’m not dating him and if Tami likes him she should go for it.

After much discussion they had agreed that if Tami felt comfortable with the situation and desire struck, she would let him have his way. Nicole had done her best to give her friend some insight into what to expect.

Glancing up from her now empty plate, Nicole watched as Tami entered the diner and walked to the table in the back to join her.

“Hey you.”

“Hey you, yourself.”

“Sit, sit, and tell me all.” Nicole noticed Tami didn’t laugh. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Everything. I did it wrong.”

“You did what wrong?”


Pointing to the seat across the table from her, Nicole indicated Tami should get comfortable because this could take a while. Waving her hand toward the waitress at the counter, she indicated they needed some service. “Hold on a minute, let’s get you a cup of coffee and some cake, then you can tell me all about it.”

Tami dropped into the seat and put her head in her hands. When the waitress arrived, Nicole ordered the coffee and dessert, asked for a refill on her coffee, and ordered a piece of pie for herself. She waited for the waitress to move out of earshot before continuing. “Okay, hon, tell me what happened.”

“I can’t; it’s too embarrassing.”

“What’s too embarrassing?”

“Last night.”

“Just start at the beginning and tell me what happened. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on.”

“You’re going to laugh at me.”

“When have I ever laughed at you about something important?” At least out loud.

“Never. I guess.”

“Right, never. So stop with all the drama and get to the details. Besides it can’t be all that bad.”

“Oh yes, it can!” Nicole noticed Tami’s voice crack. My God, what in the world could have happened that is so bad she’s about to cry?

“Take a deep breath and tell me about it. We will decide together if it is really that bad.”

Just when she thought Tami might start talking, the waitress showed up with their order. They waited in silence for her to place the coffee cups, desert plates, cream, and sugar on the table.

“Can I get you anything else?” the waitress inquired.

“That’s all for now, thanks.” Nicole just wanted her to leave so she could get Tami to tell her about last night. “Okay she is gone, give over.”

“He picked me up at about eight and we went to that little burger shop on the corner of Franklin and Union. You know the one?”

“Yes, I know it.” Is this an essential part of the story?

“We had a great time. He told me about his days in high school, about college. He’s really interesting you know.”

“If you say so.” Bor-ring!

“I thought you liked him?”

“I do, he’s just not my type. Doesn’t mean he’s not perfect for you.”

“Well, after last night I don’t think I’ll get a chance to find out if he’s perfect or not.”

Nicole was getting frustrated. She was interested in details, not a pity party. Try to remain calm. She forced a smile. “Sweetie, you are going to have to tell me what happened if you want my help.”

“I thought that’s what I was doing,” Tami whined.

“Okay, sorry. Go on.”

“After dinner he invited me to his place, said he wanted to just kick back and relax. I thought it would give us some privacy, and you know, I really wanted to be available for sex if he wanted it”

“And did he?”

“I wasn’t sure at first. He poured us a drink, turned on the music, and we sat on the couch. I figured he would sit close and put his arm around me or something. He didn’t.”

“Okay, so you’re sitting there drinking and not touching, what did he do?” I was right; this guy’s got no clue.

“He told me I was beautiful.”

“Hey, that’s a good thing.”

“Yep, I thought so too. Then without any warning he threw himself on me.”

“He what? How do you mean?”

“I mean one second he was sitting there telling me I was beautiful, the next he was laying on top of me. I don’t even know how he did it.”

“You mean he just jumped on top of you?” And, no class.

“It was more like a lunge.” Tami moved sideways as if to demonstrate.

“And you didn’t get any advanced warning he was about to lunge at you?”

“None. He just landed on top of me and stuck his tongue down my throat.”

“So he kissed you?” “How to Win a Woman’s Heart 101” I swear, they must teach this shit in high school.

“If you could call it a kiss. It was more like him trying to see if he could find my tonsils, get past them, and slide down my throat.”

“Honey, men’s tongues are not that long.” And, too damn bad too. I mean, imagine the possibilities. Enough, pay attention!

“You asked.” Tami’s voice was sounding a little angry.

Trying to keep her voice level so she didn’t upset her friend anymore, Nicole asked, “What did you do?”

“I kept my mouth open and tried to push him off me.”

“Did it work?”

“Well, yes. He moved back a little and asked me what was wrong. I told him I thought we could cuddle first, maybe talk a little more, before we started kissing.”

“Did he get mad?”

“No, he was really great about it. Said he was sorry for rushing me and maybe it would be best if we started really slowly. I told him I thought that was a good idea.”

“So he backed off.”

“Yes, he pulled me closer and slowly kissed me. It was nice and I enjoyed it.”

“Slow kissing is as fun as foreplay.”

“Yes. But you told me foreplay lasts a long time.”


“Well, it could only have been thirty seconds before he started grabbing my breast and squeezing.”

“So he’s a fast mover.” A bumbling fool with no idea of how to treat a lady.

“I never realized a man could kiss, unbutton a shirt, and unhook a bra, all in fifteen seconds.”

“Some can.” Usually the dreamy ones.

“He had my shirt and bra off without ever letting go of my lips.”

“Were you excited?” No, don’t answer that. You couldn’t possibly be excited by this Mr. I-don’t-know-what-romance-is.

“Remember when you told me about that little pit, deep down inside your stomach—the one that starts to ache when you desire a man?”

“I remember.” Oh God, she was excited.

“Now I know what it feels like. When his fingers touched my naked skin, it tingled. After he removed my shirt, and his hands massaged my breast, I thought the heat would explode. Is it always like that?”

“If you’re lucky.”

A wistful look crossed Tami’s face. “If he would have just kept kissing me, maybe things would have worked out better.”

“What happened next?”

“He moved his head down to suck on my tit.”

“A very pleasurable new sensation you should have enjoyed.” If he managed to keep his teeth in place.

“I did, until he put his hand up my skirt and started pulling my panties down.”

“So he is not as smooth as I gave him credit for.” Which by the by, I didn’t give him much credit to start with. “Still, nothing about this sounds bad.”

“Just wait.”


“I wasn’t expecting him to touch me there, you know, on my…”


“God, how can you just blurt that word out likes it’s nothing, to talk about a … you know.”

“Well I’m sure as fuck not going to call it a ‘you know.’ It’s a pussy, nothing to be ashamed of.”

“Someone should invent a new name for it.”

“Don’t get sidetracked here. Tell me what you did when he got your panties off.”

“He didn’t get them off. When his fingers started to push up between my legs, I think I freaked.”

“Freaked how?”

“I slapped him.”

Good girl, he was being boorish and deserved to be slapped. “Oh my God, you actually slapped him?”

Her voice shook. “Yes.”

“What did he do?”

“He moved back into the corner of the couch and apologized. He said he really liked me and wanted to have sex, but didn't want rush me and if I'd be more comfortable we could wait.”

“Tami, my dear, dear friend, from what you’ve told me so far I don’t see a problem. He probably wants to do the make-out, feel her up kind of foreplay, and hold off on intercourse until you’re ready. It’s not the end of the relationship, sweetie. It will be fine, you’ll see.”

Nicole noticed a frown start to form between Tami’s eyes, the line between her brows growing deeper by the second.

“If the story ended there, you might be right.”

“You mean there is more?” God save me.

She watched as Tami took several deep breaths, sipped her coffee, and tried to find a way to tell her what happened next. “Tami, did something else happen?”

Dropping her head in her hands again, “Yes. We did it.”

“Did what? Stop with all the moaning and groaning and tell me what it is you did!”


“You mean a blowjob?”

“I mean I put his cock in my mouth.”

Nicole pushed back from the table a little. Lifting her cup, she took several swallows of coffee and ate part of her pie, all without taking her eyes off Tami, looking for a sign she was ready to continue. “Okay, take a moment to relax, then tell me the rest.”

She could tell Tami was finding it difficult to tell her about what she’d done. It wasn’t as if Nicole hadn’t told her all about her own sex life. About the times she’d had orgasms and done kinky things. This was different though; Tami had been a virgin until last night.

As Nicole watched, Tami finished her coffee and cake. Nicole waited for her to continue with her story, trying to be patient.

“Okay, I think I can go on.”

“Good, just take it slow and tell me what happened next.”

“I told you he apologized for rushing me, which was really nice of him.

If you say so.

“As we sat at opposite ends of the couch, he said maybe we could start with oral sex.”

“What did you say?”

“I asked him how I was supposed to blow on his penis if he had clothes on. He laughed at me.”

“I’m sure he wasn’t really laughing, Tami. He might have been surprised at your lack of knowledge.”

“That’s what I thought at first, but he kept laughing. He told me he would need to take his pants off.”

“This is not sounding bad, hon.”

“It gets worse, trust me. I watched as he stood up and undid his pants. He took them off, but left his boxers on. I waited for him to take them off too It was actually a little exciting, and I wanted to see his penis.”

“And?” I’m sure I told her what a cock looks like, and if not, I know she’s seen the fucking pictures on the calendar in my office.

“And, he sat back down with his boxers on. He just sat there looking at me and waiting. I didn’t know what he wanted me to do. Finally, he pointed at the floor, and told me I would need to get on my knees in front of him. I got down on my knees and reached for the waistband of his boxers to pull them down, and he stopped me.”


“He said he would help. He reached into a hole in his boxers and pulled out his penis. I didn’t know boxers had holes in them.”

“That’s so they can pee without taking their pants down, silly.”

“I guess I just never thought of that before. But it was realizing the hole was there that made me think of peeing. I couldn’t help freaking a little. I wanted to ask if he’d taken a shower after the last time he’d peed. How do you know if it’s clean?”

“Oh God, I have had that same thought myself.”

“Really?” The shocked tone of Tami’s voice matched the look on her face.

“Tami, it’s okay to wonder about things like that, and if you’re really unsure you can always suggest taking a shower together first. It’s great foreplay too.”

“Now you tell me.”

“Maybe from now on you better take notes when we talk about sex.” She watched as Tami gave her a frosty look, which easily conveyed her lack of amusement, then continued with her story.

“Anyway, he took his cock out of the hole, held it in his fingers, and reached for my hands. It was really little and kind of soft, but I let him put my hands on it. He kept moving my hands around, like massaging it, and it started to get bigger and harder.”

“So he was getting aroused?”

“You could say that. I didn’t think it would ever stop growing. My God, is it normal for a cock to get like four times the size?”

“Some can, yes. Depends on the man.” And, the woman doing the rubbing.

“Well, his got really big. I kept trying to figure out if he liked what I was doing. When I looked at him, he had his eyes closed so I couldn’t tell. After a few minutes, he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face down toward his cock. All I could think about was if he’d washed it after he peed last.”

“So did he say anything? Did you say anything?”

“No, I figured he would get upset, so I just closed my eyes and opened my mouth. His hand kept pushing my head down and his penis was getting closer and closer, until I had to close my lips on it. Oh my God, it was rubbery and tasted salty. My mouth started watering so badly I thought I would drool all over him, so I sucked in.”

“Pretty normal reaction if you ask me.”

“Yes, well, is it normal to gag?”

“Why did you gag?”

“Because he kept pushing my head down and his stupid cock hit my tonsils. When he heard me gag, he stopped and I was able to back off a little. I must have had my mouth clamped too tight though because my teeth caught on his cock and he jumped.”

“Serves him right for going so deep to start with; he should have let you get comfortable with it in your mouth first.”

“That’s what I thought. He knew I’d never done it before so he should have told me how.”

You poor naïve little girl. “Honey, men think women are born with the knowing how to give a blowjob. It would never occur to them that you might not know anything.”

Tami chose to ignore this statement. “Anyway, after a couple of minutes with it in my mouth, I finally figured out how to suck on it. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of it too.”

“So what happened to make you change your mind?”

“Jerry had been real quiet, then out of the blue he asked me to stop making so much noise. I…”

“Wait, he asked you to what?” I think I’m starting to hate this guy.

“He asked me to stop making so much noise. I tried to ask him what he meant, but forgot I had his cock in my mouth and bit him. He jumped, pulled his penis out of my mouth, and sat up real straight on the couch again. I tried to tell him I was sorry, but he said it was his fault.”

“Did he explain about the noise?”

“Yes, he said my slurping was breaking his concentration. So, I asked him what he was concentrating on and he said coming. I had no clue they needed to concentrate on coming.”

“That’s a new one on me.”

“Well, according to Jerry, he needs to focus on the feeling of my mouth sucking his cock, picture the come moving up his shaft and exploding into my mouth in order to come. He said it sounded like I was sucking a Popsicle, which was dripping all over the place. He told me I needed to swallow my spit once in a while so it didn’t make so much noise.”

“I hope you told him to go to hell.”

“No! I wanted to do it right so I tried to suck without making noise. After about fifteen minutes my mouth got so sore. I couldn’t do it anymore. When I told him I needed a break, he said he was really close and I could use my hands to finish the job. He handed me a tube of something called Wet Sex.

“Wait, he just had a tube of lube laying in the living room?”

“No, it was in the drawer of the end table.”

“Hmm.” Real slick, Mr. I-want-my-way-no-matter-what.

“What’s that mean?”

“Nothing, go on with your story.” Nicole was beginning to think that maybe Jerry was a pervert.

“He helped me put the lube on his cock, and then showed me how to rub my hands up and down, then around the head. After about thirty seconds he was moaning and groaning so much I thought he was in pain.”

“It’s part of having sex, Tami. Moaning and groaning is something we all do if it feels good.”

“It only took a couple of minutes with my hands before he grabbed the back of my head again and pushed my face back down. I assumed he wanted me to suck it some more so I opened my mouth to try and that’s when he came.”

“What did you think?”

“What do you mean, what did I think? It was terrible. I got some in my mouth and lots of it started running down my chin and neck. It tasted gross, like salt-water and raw fish. And, it didn’t smell too good either. He just kept pushing on my head. I think he wanted me to lick it off him, which I had no plans to do. Yuck! Finally, he stopped pushing and leaned back into the couch. He still had his eyes closed and he didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to do.”

“Well, did you say anything?” Christ, this guy needs to go back and have the talk with his father again. Or buy a fucking sex book for dummies.

“No, I got up and went in the bathroom to wash the stuff off my face and blow my nose. I took the toilet paper into the living room to offer him some so he could clean up and he was snoring.”

“He fell asleep?”

“Don’t sound so shocked; you told me men sleep after sex.”

“Yes I did, but not within two seconds and not without at least giving a few kisses first.”

“Well, he didn’t give me a kiss, he just went to sleep. I told you it was bad.”

“So what did you do?”

“I put my blouse back on and walked home.”

“You what?” This is too much.

“I locked the door on my way out and walked home. I figured after making such a mess of things, he wouldn’t want to see me again anyway.”

“Tami, honey, you didn’t make a mess of things. What you told me is not so bad. I think you did okay and I bet he will call you sometime this afternoon and ask you to go out again.” Please, if there is a Supreme Being in heaven, let him forget her name and number.

“Do you really think so?”

“Yep, I think you can bet on it. After all, he got what most men want.”


“He came honey, and you did all the work. He’s most likely a happy camper.” Pig that he is.

“I hope you’re right.”

“You can bet on it!”

“Oh Nicole, thank you, I feel much better. I have to get back to work. I’ll call you if he calls.”

“Okay, darling.”

“See you tomorrow?”

“Of course, same time, same booth.” Nicole smiled to herself as Tami left the diner. Oh my God, after all the times she had explained blowjobs to Tami, it was now apparent she’d either completely forgotten, or she never actually listened. Thinking back on their conversation and Tami’s description of cum, Nicole found herself laughing aloud. The waitress looked at her, and she waved her off. Getting control of her funny bone, she left the diner and walked home.

Chapter 3

The Bride

As Tami stepped into view, the organist began playing the wedding march. All eyes turned toward the back of the church, awestruck by the beauty of the bride. The wedding dress draped on Tami was ivory satin. Pearl beads and lace adorned the low cut bodice, the tight waist and sweeping skirt fit Tami’s body to perfection. Sheer sleeves of a wispy material shimmered as she moved. A tiara, nestled in her blonde hair, sparkled under the warm lights of the church as her father led her slowly up the aisle to her waiting groom. The assembled wedding guests rose to honor the bride as she made her way toward the altar.

Jerry stood a little taller, his black tuxedo making him look more handsome than ever. His brother, the best man standing at his side, was shuffling from foot to foot with nervous anticipation. His sole purpose for being at the ceremony would be passing over the rings without dropping them.

Tami looked toward Nicole as they approached the steps leading up to the raised platform. A silent message of thanks mouthed from one best friend to another. Nicole smiled back, nodding her head ever so slightly in acknowledgement.

The minister stepped forward, his first duty about to begin. “Who here gives this woman in marriage?” Okay, his voice is going to drive me nuts before this is over.

Tami’s father straightened a little more, pulling his shoulders back and puffing out his chest. “Her mother and I do.” After completely his one and only line of the day, Tami’s dad placed her hand on Jerry’s waiting arm and took his seat by Mrs. White. Tami’s mom already had several tissues in her hand and a tear or two rolling down her cheeks.

As Tami took her place beside Jerry, the minister lifted his hands in the air, then slowly lowered them to indicate the guests should take their seats once more. His voice rang out. “Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today in sight of God and this company to witness the marriage of Jerry Edward Miller to Tami Lynne White.”

Nicole listened to the words of joining, spoken in reverence to the importance of the day. “Two rings of gold, endless circles without seams, bind Jerry and Tami together…” the minister’s voice continued. Once again, Nicole’s mind wandered to the past.

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