Stolen Smile – Revelations by Andrew W.

“Do I have any cum on my face?” Alyssa asked me as we passed under a streetlight. Looking closely, I was struck by how unaffected her makeup was even after the aggressive blowjob she had just performed. Her hair had loosened a little from her bun, but everything from her lipstick to eye shadow looked like it had at dinner. I didn’t see any sign that she had just taken a load from me not more than a minute earlier.

“No, I don’t see anything.” I responded. “That’d kind of impressive”

“With how much you cum, its very impressive” she smirked at me as we passed out of the streetlight’s orange glow. “And” she added “I can’t wait to do it again”

A tingle ran down my spine, despite having just exploded with an orgasm like I hadn’t experienced in a month, hearing such debauchery had my mind spinning again…

“Whoa” exclaimed Alyssa, “This is the spot I guess.” A line of Friday night patrons extended down the block from the front doors of the ice cream parlor, it would be a wait. The warm scent of waffle cones drifted down the street as we chatted in line with other couples, friends, and a few families out on a fall Friday night. A harried looking employee passed by handing out menus of their seasonal flavors: pumpkin cheesecake, cinnamon cocoa, and cardamom honey toffee. As we inched closer to the front, Alyssa and I commiserated over our ***********ions and projected which would be the best combinations and, the worst. We crowded together as we stood in the doorway, people passing by with large scoops of ice cream perched on warm waffle cones, this was exactly what I had had in mind. Looking down at Alyssa, we made eye contact and she smiled back, showing her braces, brilliantly pink again in the warm light of the store.

“I’m so glad we’re doing this”

“It’s very wholesome” she replied. “It’s very much your vibe.”

“Oh yeah? Am I just that warm and fuzzy?” not sure how to respond. I had never been compared to a busy ice cream establishment before.

“Yeah, you’ve got a warm, nice smelling, somewhat cozy vibe. I like it.” She said, stepping closer to me, craning her neck, and offering a kiss. She kissed softly and I couldn’t help but take her hand in mine. We were disgustingly romantic. And I loved it. As I pulled away, she smiled and asked with a giggle. “What do you think my vibe is?”

“You mean the vibe of a girl who just gave me a back-alley blowjob?” I teased in a whisper before straightening up and tapping my chin with my finger in fake ponderance, “let …meeee….think…”

“Whatever, you liked it!” she smiled back.

“I don’t think I’m the only one…” I winked before bending down to kiss her again. Her lips were firm this time, energized and ready for more fun. I felt the familiar feeling of arousal stirring in me again.

“It’s true” she whispered in my ear, “It was so hot when you came on my braces.”

Internally shuddering with arousal, I straightened up and grabbed her ass as we walked forward. “Fuck! Don’t say that in public!” I hissed back, half embarrassed, half turned on, and 100% mortified someone would hear us.

“What?!” she whispered back, “It was!”

“Really?” I asked in disbelief, “not just because I said I liked them?”

“Loved them” she corrected with a smile, “And no, I liked it too.”

“I bet you say that to all the boys you fuck.” I teased in a horse whisper, barely audible above the din of the crowd.

“Um… you’re the first.” She corrected “I’ve always been insecure about my smile, my teeth were really fucked up as a kid, I mean REALLY fucked up” she accentuated with a hand gesture and widening her eyes “and…I was so excited to get braces when I got to college because, well, I felt like this insecurity would be resolved… and well, it feels lame…” she trailed off, suddenly self-conscious.

“No, no” I comforted, obvious to her unease at the moment of vunerability, “That makes perfect sense.”

“Yeah… idk, it just feels like… like you like my smile, and you like it so much because you think it’s pretty.”

“Yeah, I do” I responded simply with a smile. “Braces or otherwise, you have a very pretty smile. It fits your face.”

She smiled up at me again, her lips parting to reveal that bright pink spotted smile. “Also…” her voice more flirtatious now, “When I first got them, some guy called me ‘cum braces’ and I haven’t gotten in out of my head. But!” she stopped me at my outraged expression —a devious bit of acting—“I always wondered what it would be like. I—I hope that’s not weird…”

I looked around in disbelief, it was absurd we were having the most titillating conversation of my sexual life in the middle of an oblivious crowd of ice cream patrons. I shook my head incredulously before looking back at her. “Well? What was it like?”

“Hot, I really liked it. We must do it again.”

“And no,” I replied, “It’s not all that weird, people are into all kinds of freaky things… just look at the internet.”

“I know, I know” she shook her head, “But you don’t think I’m weird for…” She had trailed off, her eyes looking anywhere but mine, oddly insecure after everything we had just said.

“For…” I prompted in a softly tone.

“For wanting to do sexual things while I have braces… like, is that what a braces fetish is?”

This seemed like a very unusual place to have a sexual reckoning, and I was surprised we were having this conversation so openly, and quickly? I mean, this was only our second real official date. Though, I thought to myself, we had known each other for well over a month. But, here we were, and I had the opportunity of a lifetime right in front of me, I’d be a fool not to make my own desires known when someone who might be the perfectly compatible partner was literally in my grasp. “I think it’s whatever you define it as. If you get sexual gratification from doing something, I hardly think that’s a bad thing.” Her expression was soft, her deep brown eyes had returned to look into mine, I could tell she was relieved. I took a deep breath and decided to plunge ahead with my own confession.

“And, to be honest…” I muttered, my own voice now showing my apprehension “I kinda like them too. Braces are hot.”

“Yeah?” She smiled, once again showing her bright pink ligatures, “Looks like we just found something we both like in the bedroom.”

***

“This is so cute!” Alyssa exclaimed as we approached my apartment building.

“Thank you, its very quaint.” Reaching for my keys as I walked up the stairs, “A little dingy, but hey, that’s the city life!”

“Ugh, I want to live somewhere like this someday. Nothing near Linfield is like this, its all just dorms or shitty apartments.”

“I never said mine wasn’t shitty” I chuckled as we walked down the hall, the air thick with stale cigarette smoke and someone’s attempt at cooking fish, as if to prove me right. We climbed the stairs and finally reached my door, decked with a festive fall wreath I had made earlier that year.

“Aww this is cute too!”

“Thank you, I made it” I said as I opened the door to my apartment.

Alyssa walked in and then stopped, slowly spinning, taking in my studio. “Oh. My. God.” She breathed. “This is so cute, I love the couch!” she pointed before sitting down, “And it’s so comfy! And your view!” She turned and peered out my 2nd story window down to the intersection below.

“Thank you” I grinned, knowing that I had exceeded her expectations. “It’s pretty cozy, but I love it.”

“Yeah! Duh! I would too!” she paused; her voice shifted from excited to sincere “Thank you for having me over, tonight has been amazing.”

Sitting beside her, I held her gaze for a long moment “Of course, I’m really glad you could make it.” And leaned in for a kiss.

Immediately her hands were on my head as she pulled me in for a hard kiss, her tongue pushing its way into my mouth, her breathing frantic. I could feel her hot, hurried breath against my face as we kissed. I cupped her breast with my hand, my thumb gently brushing over her nipple, I could feel several layers of fabric between me and my target, but never the less I could feel it become aroused, my actions confirmed by the soft that escaped her mouth into mine. Her hand quickly found my already growing shaft through my pants and began to rub up and down.

“Don’t stop” I whispered to her as I broke our kiss and began kissing her neck, staring near her collar bone and working my way up towards her throat, kissing, gently nipping with my teeth; my hands still massaging her nipples. Her breath coming in bursts now as she rubbed my cock and moaned, it was the hottest feeling. I lowered my hand to her leg, sliding it along her thigh, nudging at the hem of her dress, I couldn’t wait to feel her beautiful pussy. Surprisingly, she batted away my hand, sitting up and smiling at me.

“Not yet” she winked, “I have a surprise for you.” She walked across the room to the bathroom, ending the moment abruptly while I sat somewhat startled by the abrupt change to the mood. She must have sensed my confusion as her voice echoed from behind the door “Don’t worry! You’ll love it!”

“You didn’t grow a penis in the last week, did you?” I joked, closing the drapes in my apartment. Whatever happened next, the neighbors across the street didn’t need to be part of it.

“Ha. Ha” came her sarcastic reply.

The door creaked open and framed in the doorway was Alyssa like I had never seen her. Her hair was down in two long French braids that started above her temples and trailed back behind her shoulders, the pink stripes of her hair marbling her braids. But what took my breath away was her lingerie…

“Holy….. smokes….” I stammered; I was truly lost for words. From around her neck two undulating lace ribbons hugged her, just barely covering her breasts and meeting just above her belly button and joining the cute, frilly waistband that was made mostly of silky mesh, leaving little to the imagination and that just hugged the top of her hips. Spinning, she gave me a 360-degree view of her outfit, it was completely backless and barely covered her incredible ass. Her tattoos blended well with the style of the garment, exposed, I was free to savor the sensual nature of her figure covered in lace and ink. Mandala shaped points of lace pointed down from the waistband, subtly hinting at a floral inspiration, if it was green, it would have seemed something out of a midsummer night’s dream.