Cinderella

I sat there with Tayah, sipping my drink. The Fat Cat clearly didn't deserve the name "Cafe", but I sat there with all of my art supplies out.
"You know what I want to hear a gay parent say? 'You were an accident' try pulling that off." I only found it slightly humorous but the woman beside me laughed
"Why thank you, thank you!" I said slightly bowing my head. This tall dark woman smiled and peered down at Tayah and my sketchbook.
"May I see?" she said, reaching out an arm, her warm face smiling.
"Honestly, I dedicated this sketchbook to fallacy, I've been really sexually frustrated lately..." I said shyly, but nothing spurred her. I handed it over, avoiding eye contact.
On the first page was a black and white drawing of a girl, mouth open, mid fellatio, her lower lips slightly dragging away from the man's steely member, cum dripping down her chin, I feared the woman would judge me, but she looked in awe. "This is beautiful!" she said, now sparking a conversation.

We laughed and laughed, spending hours at the "cafe" it was funny meeting such a colorful woman in such a colorful place. I texted my father then "Sorry I'm late. Be there in a half hour. -Zoe."
I arrived, and waited... and waited... and waited... it became dark, and my father was still gone.

My phone had long since died. And I was alone with not a cent to purchase a call. I began to sing as I usually do in dark times, and continued to wait.
"Are you a singer?" A girl said
"Haha, no. Never. I'm an artist though."
"Who's picking you up?"
"No one, I've been here for hours."
The girl looked kind, around my age. Asian, with large cat eye glasses, beautiful really.
"Here's my phone if you need to make a call!"
I dialed dad's number.. after a few rings he picked up
"Dad, where are you?"
"I was there, you weren't. So I left."
"Are you picking me up?"
"No. You're mom might."
Not even two days before my mother had kicked me out of her house, and upon packing to bring my things home to my father, he, just as now, had driven away, leaving me alone.

I was distraught. How was I getting home? *Click* dad had hung up.
I only knew one number. The number of Bane GrandeCasa, someone who I had fancied beyond belief, it was him who made me feel love at first sight. "Hello?"
"Hey Bane? I kind of need a place to stay tonight.."
"I'm with my girlfriend but sure, I'll pick you up."
"Great, I'll see you at Downtown BART? half hour?"
"Sure."
The sweet girl left me with just the $1.75, and went about her way. I ran up to the first train to come by.
Upon arriving at the station, I had gotten out, regretted the decision, hopped back on and....
"Shit. This is It!" "Train cars are closing! Please stand clear of the doors!"
I jumped....
I failed.
I, Zoe Walker, was caught between the train doors.
Not just that... the train began moving.

"FUCCCKKK! HELP~!" The conductor had heard and released me, but my heart was already racing, I was terrified.
As I stepped out he was the first face I saw.
Just standing there, glowing like an angel.
"My sister's picking us up. You'll be fine." I said nothing. I just held him close, and then. "Thank you." I said exhaling, and explained the terror of being half in and half out of a moving BART train.
I feel awkward not talking, especially around him. Him, tall, handsome. I stood on the escalator just measuring up the current situation, wrapped up in his freckles, fedora, and enchanting green eyes.
I texted my father, telling him I had a place to stay the night on Bane's phone. I fumbled with it for a bit, and Bane ended up sending it himself.
His sister picked me up and she fallowed protocol, asking me questions, and I returned it by awkwardly sitting in her car answering.
When we got there, the door opened, and I was at a loss, looking up at the warm welcoming home. Just standing there until I was invited inside.
It was cluttered, but large, filled with warm colors, cozy and insulated. Almost as if my life was flipped inside out and applied to a foundation.
I heard a voice come from the room next door. and Ray replied with
"HEY MOM, THIS IS ZOE, SHE'S SLEEPING OVER." she just kind of answered "Okay."
"Um, Hello.." I awkwardly said through the thick maroon curtains. "I should probably shake your hand and say thank you, being that you don't know me at all. I'm sorry!"

"Why?" She said, appearing from nowhere, "You're the one sleeping with Bane tonight."
sleeping with Bane.
Not "on our couch."

Sleeping... with... Bane...
Sleeping beside the man of my dreams... said nonchalant in his home.
"Are you hungry?" Ray said.
"I don't want to eat all your food, I'm sorry.."
All I said was "Sorry" and "Thank you" while Bane made me dinner.
I assessed the situation.
I thought I'd be sleeping on the streets, and my prince charming came.

He was making me food in his house.I was to sleep beside him.
Looking down, and up again, I literally pinched myself to see if I was dreaming.
"I'm sorry..." I said for the millionth time.
"For what?" he said. As he peered into the refrigerator I hugged him from behind.
"Thank you."
I made a few jokes, so did he. I showed him my sketchbook. We went into his room and sat on his bed.
"I'm going to draw your room. All of it."
This awkward conversation continued until I decided to finally lay down.
We laid in silence, just holding each other close.

"Thank you" I said, kissing his cheek.
I couldn't stop. I just kissed him and thanked him.
I began giggling.
"What?" he said.

"When I was little, I would sleep over at my best friend's house I was always cold. And the warmed part of her body was her knees!" I said.
"Soo, every morning. She's wake up and I was cuddling her kneed like This." I said, now getting lower, hugging his knees, and smiling up at him, my legs wrapped around his.
I got up, wrapping my knees around his hips and smiling.
"Thank you"I said, kissing his cheek. Again and again until I reached his lips.
I was so surprised, he reciprocated. The kisses growing more passionate.
Instead of insistent, extrusive, or possessive, his kisses were soft, romantic, and meaningful. With longing for me instead of the moment.
We began rocking against each other like the current, with strength in sevens. Wonderfully, longingly, romantically.I got up for the moment. "I hate bras, always have." I said, managing to get it off, but leave my shirt on, for the sake of modesty. Which by the way did nothing.
He ran his fingers over me gently, sweetly, lightly.
It was wonderful. Sweet, new, almost innocent.
Me, impatient, took out each breast, still rocking like a ship on raw tides. Him taking each into his mouth, sucking lightly, never biting, tracing his tongue softly, sweetly.
Thinking that I DID in fact owe him a favor or two, a thank you, I slid back down to his knees, face parallel to his hips. Unbuttoning his pants slowly.
"You've gotta help me out here I'm clumsy." I said. And he helped, pulling out his manhood.

I was in awe of the situation, so surprised I had gotten this far, as years before we had fantasized about just one night together.I honestly, had no experience in the matter, and was really happy with the opportunity. I felt like I was in a dream, one that I've had several times over at night, but this was better. Beautiful, the lighting, the place, the comfort.
I hadn't a clue what I was doing, but it didn't mean much, I took his cock into my right hand, holding the base firmly, keeping myself up with the left. Bracing myself to putting him into my mouth. I always supposed that I'd go slowly, testing the waters, working into it, but no. How surprised I was to find the ease it took for me, not really knowing until I felt my lips touch between my forefinger and thumb. Keeping at a slow steady pace.

After a bit I just looked up at him smiling, and proceeded to take it all in.
"I wonder why women complain..." i think to myself, now thinking about how easy it was.
Hmmnnn... I push his boxers down lower, and smile up again. Laying my tongue flat between his balls and licking to the tip. My right hand became tired, and being an ambidextrous it wasn't at all harder to occupy him with my left. Keeping it busy, pumping steadily, I took his left nut into my mouth sucking lightly, then the right, to return to his cock once again. It was funny, because I remembered everything women have ever said to me about this task, how it was strenuous, or took lots of time, but no. The most complained past of this was the taste. But I loved it. It was wonderful! How could anyone complain? And then....He came. This brought about another complaint women made. The choice to swallow. Everyone I knew had complained about this... finale. But it hadn't been a problem. It was fine. I was fine. I was happy. I once again looked up at him, elated. "How'd I do captain?"
He just looked at me. Raised my shin, and kissed me, sweetly, softly.
I just laid down beside him again in silence.
"Thank you."
It was nice, I asked him how his day was, and he did the same with me. "On a scale of one to ten?" "Nine." He said, tracing his fingertips against my body. "Any particular reason?" "I think you know." He replied. I loved the richness in his voice. It was like someone made a bubble in time where ll my dreams were coming true. "What are you thinking about?" He inquired. "Guitars." I say, looking up at his instruments from across the room. "I could never play the guitar" I continue. "I used to play the flute though, as you can probably tell." He chuckled a bit. "I see what you did there." I loved his laugh too, everything about him, his confidence was overpowering, wonderful, sexy, amazing. "I know it's not a competition, but I think I've won here." I said. "As I, still appear to have all my clothes on." he kissed me again "And you think you've won."

A tad bit later I looked up to him. "I want a midnight snack. C'mon'." "But I'm not wearing..." "Put something on, I'll get lost, there are too many doors." He stumbled to find some shorts, and we tripped into the kitchen. "I'm craving something salty. Well... again."
I took out the pickle jar from the fridge, and looked at him "Don't judge me." I knew he was, I wasn't all too sure if it was for the better, but I accepted it.
We continued talking, well, I tried, clearly with my mouth full.
Back to the bedroom. My turn. Great. Tonight, I've dined in heaven.
Getting back to business, we get cut off by a phone buzzing. We tried to ignore it but the ringing continued.
It was my father.
Fifteen messages in his inbox.
"You've kidnapped my daughter, where the fuck are you?"
"Zoe. Come home, this isn't funny."
"I'm calling three different police counties."
"You're mother believes you've run away. We now know where you are, she's picking you up."
Barely minutes later my mother came at the door, thanking Raymond for letting me stay.
I left then, in my carriage, becoming a pumpkin before my eyes. I hadn't even left a glass slipper.