[M4F] More? [Script Offer] [Gentle MDom] [Car ***] ] [Shy + Awkward] then [Desperate and Needy] [Fingering] [Modified Cowgirl] [Mutual Orgasm] [Potentially SFX Heavy] [PWP] [Coffee Shop AU] [FEELINGS] [Booksmart Baby] [Consent is Sexy] [Praise] [Baby] [Good! Girl!] [Just Sit On It] [Cum for Me] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Summary: You’re the cute barista at the local coffee shop, and there’s this sweet-looking woman who comes in to study and get her daily dose of caffeine. Today, her order consists of a breakfast taco, an iced mocha, and your number. You’ve only been pining for three months, what’s a little longer--? Oops you’re ******* in your car. *You can totally improv and adapt this however you see fit; this is my first time formatting a script, and I’d rather anyone who took it on feel comfortable with it <3 [] = what I imagine the listener’s responses/actions to be or OPTIONAL sound effect ideas; mostly for my benefit () = clarification/direction on tone or vocal quality; physical cues ** = emphasis ***The characters depicted in this piece of writing are 18+*** --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Low murmur of a near-empty coffee shop, whatever music your local coffeeshop plays, occasional sounds of coffee beans going through the grinder, maybe a blender, etc.] [Bell ringing, door opens] Hey! Welcome back! You in for a study session? (laughing) You must be a straight A student—I’ve never seen anyone study as much as you. [“That’s not really how it works for me, unfortunately…”] Oh? What do you mean? [“I’m in law school. Everyone is pitted against each other on a curve, so my raw score sometimes doesn’t even matter.”] Law school, huh? That sounds… terrifying. [“It kind of is.”] Well, maybe some coffee will calm? … Your? … Nerves? (laughing nervously as you realize what you’ve said doesn’t make sense) (Clearing throat) Maybe the coffee will help motivate you, I mean. (Realization) Hey, where’s your friend? You usually come in with a study buddy. Ah, so you’re on your own today. Got it. Well, all the better… [“Oh, why’s that?”] Uh. I mean… (mumbling) She makes fun of me for staring… [“At her?”] (slightly frustrated and embarrassed) At *you*… (Huff) So. The usual? (Surprised) No? [“Could I maybe get your number instead?”] (Disbelief) You-- *my* number? [“Or I mean--! The breakfast taco and iced mocha work too! I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable!”] N-no! *No.* I’m not uncomfortable. I am so the farthest thing from uncomfortable. You can have all *three.* The coffee, the taco, *and* my number. Please take me—my number. *My number.* (Staring at each other awkwardly) (Groaning) *God.* I’ll get your coffee and stuff. It’s not that busy today. Then we can… talk… Snag the usual table; be right there. [Footsteps] (Yelling toward a distant co-worker) Dev! I’m taking my break! [Pulling out chairs, glasses set on table, plate being set down] (Throat clearing.) So, you… like me? [“I mean, yeah. I don’t want it to be weird or anything—"] It’s not weird at all. I like you too. I’m just… A total chicken. I kind of can’t believe it. You’re so smart, and sweet, and *beautiful.* I’m just, like… You know they all think… um… [“They think you’re dumb.”] … (Soft) Yeah, they think I’m dumb. Don’t you? [“Not at all. I’ve seen you studying in here too.”] Yeah, I come study here too, but I’m not trying to become a *lawyer.* I’m training to be a paramedic. [“See, I was right. You’re kind, and humble, and just as smart as the next person. I know I could never do that. So be more confident!”] You really think so? I’m not all that great. I’m definitely not as smart as you, but I can be more confident. Anyway… Wow. I’m still in shock honestly. Can we maybe go out Friday? I’m off at 6. Great! Do you mind coming out to my car with me real quick? We’re not allowed to have our phones on the premises so I keep it in the console while I’m on the clock. Cool. Wanna make sure I get your number before you disappear. [Chairs sliding over the floor; car keys jingle; footsteps; door opens; same bell as before; car door.] Here. You wanna sit in the car? I know it’s chilly. [She slides in, you follow, the door shuts behind you. Opening up the center console, fumbling with the clutter.] There we go. Trade you. (You switch phones, start inputting info.) So, any thoughts as to what you might wanna do Friday? I’m up for anything. I haven’t been bowling in ages! That could be fun. I’d be happy to go anywhere you like. Just (short laugh) *not* for coffee. (You look up and realize that you’re really close to her. Sharp inhale.) (Dazed) Our faces are… very close. [Slight shift of fabric; leaning closer.] You have pretty eyes… Not doe-eyes, though. Sharp. Do the other students find you intimidating? Yeah… I can see that. Bet you’re a shark in moot court. (A bit of vulnerable warmth/affection; wonder) I bet you’re amazing… … Can I…? [That creaky sound leather makes when you shift your weight.] (Short kiss followed by a shaky breath.) So soft with me, baby… (Trailing off to a moan) *God* I want you… (A little flustered, still aroused) Sorry. This is still new and I don’t wanna mess it up. Not with you. I can back off. I’m totally okay to wait. Got ahead of myself. I’m okay. [“I don’t wanna wait. I want more.”] You… want more? If you want it, I can give you more… (Firmer) Get in the backseat, baby. [Car doors opening and closing, fabric against seats, etc] [Rustling around; kisses increasing in intensity.] (A little breathless; between kisses.) So pretty, baby… Just for me… Soft and pretty, just for me. That’s my girl… More? Then take off your shirt; that’s it… Oh God. I knew you’d be perfect. (Kiss) How are you so perfect…? I wanna see the rest. Please? Yeah. (Kiss) Take it all off. [Clothes/fabric rustling, zippers, etc.] Careful with my shirt. I still have to go back to work later. [Your shirt flies over the console and drapes onto the gear shift.] C’mere. Shit, even your nipples are pretty. Look at you… Can I touch you? You’re so warm… Your skin feels so good against mine… I didn’t think I’d ever get to hold you. (Her chest slides against yours and your breath turns ragged before you begin kissing passionately again. Take some time with this. Feel free to improvise a bit.) More? (Between kisses) You want more? Straddle my lap, baby. Get up on your knees; put your hands on the headrest behind me. Good girl… How many fingers can you take? I’ll start with one. You can take one. [Wet sounds; fingering.] Oh God… (Whiny) You’re so wet. How long have you been like this, baby? Huh? (Soft laughter) Three months? That must have been painful. Did your ***** ache for me, baby? Were you wet for me every time you sat down to study? (Whispering) Did you touch yourself thinking about me? That’s so ********* hot… You clenched. Do you like me talking to you? Like my finger inside you, baby? Want more? One more? There you go. Look at you… Grind against my fingers. Make yourself feel good. So pretty. Can I touch your clit? Would you like that…? Mm-hm? (Teasing surprise) Oh, it looks like you *do* like that. Your legs are *shaking.* You gonna cum? Gonna cum for me? Cum on my fingers. That’s it. Good girl… That’s my good girl. [Orgasm.] So pretty when you cum for me… (Making out while she gets her legs back. Improvise however you like.) You okay? [She grinds against you. “I want more.”] (Moan shifting to disbelieving laugh) More…? What, my fingers weren’t enough? God, your *****’s so wet, I can feel it through my underwear. (Breath hitching) Stop moving…! (Firm/tense) Baby, stop moving. (Light swat) Don’t whine. You’ll have my ****, baby, but I need you to stop moving so I can at least get my underwear down my legs. [Fabric rustling] (Relieved) There. Okay, come here; come back. (Groaning) Yes—! Get my **** wet, grind against me. Oh, *God.* (Panting) Sorry, did I grab too hard? I don’t wanna bruise your hips. Just—grab your ass instead? (Groan then intense kissing. Improv as you like, getting progressively more desperate/needy.) *****.* (Between kisses.) Just sit on it. Wanna be inside you. Wanna **** you. (Groaning) Yes, I’m sure. Sit. On. My. ****. (Hissing as she sinks down) Oh, ****, yes. Take it slow, baby. It’s okay. (Gentle) I know; take your time. (Kiss.) (Heavier breathing) You feel amazing. So wet. *So tight.* Look: you’re there—you did it. I’m completely inside of you. (Long kiss.) *Such* a good girl. (Moaning + improv as you begin ******* her, holding her in your lap.) You know, I wanted you like this too. I fantasized about having you on my **** like this. In the booth in the back of the shop. Where no one would see. I thought about ******* you over the table. I thought about your legs wrapped around my waist… I thought about the way you would taste… Thought about my tongue in your mouth… (Slowing down) Bringing you coffee when you’re tired… (Slow thrust) Taking you on dates after my shift… (Slow thrust) Brushing your pretty hair out of your face so I could kiss your forehead… (Slow kissing.) I didn’t think you would want me. [“How could I not?”] (Happy sigh) Please say it. (Continuing with slow thrusts.) [“I want you.”] (Quick kiss.) (Lower, rumbling, hoarse quality?) I want you too. I wanted you for so long. Can’t believe how amazing you feel around me. Can’t believe my hands are squeezing *this* ass. Do you know how much I stared when you walked away to get your order from the end of the bar? (Tortured groan.) And now I get to have you kiss me, hold me, *impale* yourself on me. (Slightly more aggressive thrust.) Oh? Did that feel good? More? (Picking back up a bit with tempo. Improv as you see fit.) You want more? More of my **** inside of you? More of me ********* you? (Light smack on the ass.) Then *take* more, baby. (Pick up tempo again. Improv as you see fit.) (Groaning) Yes, that’s it—use my ****. I want to make you feel good. Grind against me. I wanna make you cum. Want you to feel good. You want that too, baby? What do you need? Harder? I can do that. (Smack.) I can grab your ass and **** you hard just like this: (Lo and behold, you are a man of your word.) (Whiny) Oh, ****, you feel so good. You make me feel so good. ****, I think you’re getting tighter—God, that’s it, baby. You gonna cum? Come on, baby. Be my good girl. You can do it. Cum around my ****. You’re gonna make me feel so good when you do. Make me cum. Wanna cum inside you…Wanna fill you. (Longer whine) Please…! Wanna cum inside my good girl—Oh, God, look at you. You’re there, you look so beautiful—Good girl—Good girl…! God, I’m gonna ******* cum—! I’m gonna cum for you—(Aggressive kissing + muffled moans.) (Improv + Orgasm) (Coming back down, heavy breathing, more improv as needed.) That was… unexpected. *Amazing*—but definitely unexpected. (Kiss.) (Laughing slightly) I can’t believe I have to go back to work like this. I don’t think I’ve ever cum like that. Holy shit. I wanna hold you, but I’m *sweating.* Jeez—do I have a towel in here? (Mumbling) Thought I put a new one in my gym bag… (Rifling around for a towel.) [She abruptly pulls you back into place so she can lay her head against you anyway.] (Gentle warning) Hey, your hair’s gonna get all gross if you lay on me like that… (Teasing) Oh, it’s *my* fault? You were the one who said “more, more, more.” And I *did* enjoy every second of it, yes. (Shy) I… hope you did too. I really like you. I’ve been attracted to you practically since you got in line at my register for the first time. I really hope this didn’t change anything for us. I want to date you. (Soft kiss.) (Awkward) Oh, good. Might’ve been awkward at this point if you *hadn’t* wanted to. Yeah… (Laughing) I hope Dev doesn’t get mad. I think I’ve been on break for like thirty minutes at this point. *And* I’m pretty sure your taco is still in there. That’s true, it was a slow day. I’m sure it’s fine. Well—probably not the taco. The taco’s gotta be cold by now. I know, I know… But now I’m your dork! (Sigh) I can’t believe I get to go out with you Friday… Speaking of which, text me when you decide what you want to do. (Warm) I can’t wait. SCRIPT END.