Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 102: Sara’s Irritation

Chapter 102: Sara’s Irritation

Sara sat sprawled across from the empty seats, her jacket open, her t-shirt and skirt slightly rumpled, her black stockings gleaming under the table, her ankle boots tapping lazily. Her red-painted nails clutched a napkin, wiping ketchup from her lips as she leaned back, her plate a battlefield of burger crumbs, fries remnants, and a half-eaten bowl of pasta, not to mention the empty ice cream bowls stacked nearby. My absence—and Aeri’s—hung in the air.

*Burp.* Sara let out a loud belch, her hand flying to her mouth, a grin spreading as she patted her stomach. "Ahh... now that makes me full," she said, her voice satisfied, leaning back in the booth, her boots scuffing the floor.

She glanced at the empty seats, her brow furrowing slightly, the minutes ticking by since Aeri and I had left for the washroom stretching her patience thin. "I am gonna kill both of them today or maybe I should go and check in the washroom. What if-"

Before her mind would’ve ran in any wrong direction, she heard *Tap, tap.* The sound of sneakers echoed, and Aeri appeared, her cream sweater soft under the restaurant’s glow, her jeans smoothed back into place, her white sneakers scuffing lightly.

Her hair was tucked behind her ears, her face still faintly flushed from our heated encounter, her wristwatch catching the light as she approached, a sweaty, tense smile on her lips. "Hey, hi..." she said, her voice soft, apologetic, her hands fidgeting as she slid toward the booth. "Sorry for keeping you waitin—"

Before she could finish, Sara slammed her hands on the table with a loud *THUD*, the plates rattling, her eyes narrowing. "Where the hell were you!?" she demanded, her voice booming, cutting through the restaurant’s hum, drawing a few curious glances from nearby tables.

Aeri flinched, her smile tightening, her hands joining together in a pleading gesture. "Ehehe... it took longer in the washroom... I’m sorry..." she said, her voice light but strained, sliding into the booth beside the pile of bags, her sneakers tucking under the table.

Her blush deepened, her eyes darting away, the memory of our cubicle—her moans, my hands, my dick inside her pussy from behind and then a heated bowjob with our shared climax—likely flashing through her mind, making her apology feel like a fragile cover.

Sara huffed, crossing her arms, her stockings shifting as she recrossed her legs. "Longer, huh? You and your baby boy take forever," she muttered, her tone sharp, her eyes flicking toward the restaurant entrance, searching for me. "And where’s your bab—"

*Tap, Tap.* The sound of my boots cut her off, echoing as I approached, my hands shoved deep in my pockets, my long black shirt and t-shirt swaying.

I whistled a low, casual tune, my face calm, though my heart pounded, the weight of two secrets—Sara’s cubicle, Aeri’s love—churning inside me.

I slid into the booth beside Aeri, her sweater brushing my arm as I reached for my glass of water, taking a slow sip, my eyes half-closed, playing it cool.

"Woah... look who’s here..." Sara said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, her hands clapping slowly, mockingly.

"The Hero of Darkness," I said, my voice low, sarcastic, leaning back in the booth, Aeri caught in the middle.

"Hero!? My foot!" Sara snapped, her voice rising, her face twisting with irritation, her hands slamming the table again, softer this time. "You milk-sucking kid!" She glared at me.

Aeri’s gaze darted between us, she trying her best to keep the smile on her face, her hands fidgeting in her lap, her sneakers shifting under the table, her blush lingering as she tried to diffuse the spark. "Come on, you two..." she said softly, her voice pleading.

I leaned back, my eyes closing briefly, my tone calm, measured. "You come late to gatherings all the time, Sara, and we wait for hours," I said, my voice steady, cutting through her anger. "So bear with it—this only happened once." I opened my eyes, meeting her glare, my hands resting casually on the table, the faintest smirk tugging at my lips, refusing to let her win this round.

Sara stammered, her face reddening, her hands clenching. "You... better not say anything in between us adults," she sputtered, her voice faltering, her boots tapping harder under the table. "For gods sake!" She exhaled sharply.

"Yeah, sure," I said, my voice flat, picking up a fork and stabbing a piece of cold pasta from my plate, the creamy alfredo still tasty despite the chill.

"Hehe, let it be this time. We’re sorry," Aeri said, her voice warm, her smile bright as she leaned forward, cupping Sara’s cheeks with both hands, her fingers gentle against Sara’s flushed skin. Her eyes crinkling with affection

Aeri attempting to smooth over Sara’s anger.

"Hmph," Sara pouted, her lips pursed, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Aeri. The pout was half-serious, half-playful, her irritation softening under Aeri’s touch, her weakness for Aeri’s charm as clear as ever.

"It’s only because *you’re* saying," Sara said, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she crossed her arms, her jacket creaking. "I’m letting it off the hook." She glanced away, her pout lingering.

"Thank you so much," Aeri said, her smile widening, her hands dropping to her lap.

She shifted slightly, her legs rubbing together under the table, a subtle movement I caught from the corner of my eye. Her jeans hid it, but I knew—my cum, still lingering between her legs, unwiped from our rushed cubicle encounter, was probably making her uncomfortable, a secret only we shared. Her blush deepened faintly, her fingers fidgeting with her napkin.

I glanced at her, my lips twitching into a soft smile, the intimacy of that moment—her vulnerability, her love—warming me.

Aeri caught my gaze, her eyes meeting mine, a shy smile mixing with a playful pout, her blush glowing under the restaurant’s lights.

Sara, oblivious, leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with sudden excitement, her earlier irritation forgotten.

"Come on, you two, finish eating," she said, her voice bright, her nails tapping the table for emphasis. "We’ve got the last bit of shopping to do, then let’s go see the fireworks around the corner. It’s gonna be beautiful!" She said, the prospect of the fireworks lighting up her face like a kid’s.

"Oh, sure, let’s go!" Aeri said, her voice eager, hurrying to scoop up a forkful of cold pasta.

I chewed my pasta, the creamy alfredo still tasty despite the chill, and tilted my head, my tone calm, curious.

"What’s the occasion for the fireworks, though?" I asked, my fork pausing, my eyes flicking to Sara, knowing her impulsive streak often skipped the details.

Sara’s grin faltered, her brow furrowing as she leaned back, her hands waving vaguely. "I don’t know, maybe some festival or that project the government launched," she said, her voice airy, her red nails brushing a strand of hair from her face. "I just saw the poster and the fact it’s happening nearby." She smiled, but her eyes darted away, clearly trying to recall the half-read sign, her boots tapping as she covered her lack of specifics.

I raised an eyebrow, my lips twitching into a smirk. "You read that poster halfway and didn’t even check why it’s happening," I said, my voice flat, teasing, leaning back in the booth, my hands resting casually on the table, calling out her clumsiness without missing a beat.

"Bwahaha!" Sara burst out laughing, her voice loud, echoing in the restaurant, drawing a few amused glances from nearby tables. "You fucking kid, eat your food, will you, and just walk with us!" she said, her laughter wild, her hands slapping the table. "Now I am regretting calling you little bitch." Her attempt to hide her slip-up only making it more obvious. Her boots kicked me under the table, her grin wide, her energy chaotic but disarming, her anger fully gone now.

*Pfft.* Aeri giggled beside me, her hand covering her mouth, her eyes crinkling with amusement, her sweater shifting as she tried to stifle the sound, her blush still lingering.

She glanced at me, then Sara, her laughter a soft melody, her warmth easing the tension, her presence a reminder of why I endured Sara’s chaos.

I looked at Sara, my face twisting into a mock-disgusted, my eyes narrowing, though a smirk tugged at my lips. *Guess Sara’s not angry anymore,* I thought, my focus shifting back to my pasta, twirling another cold bite, the creamy sauce grounding me. *That’s good, at least.* But beneath the relief, a darker thought stirred, one I couldn’t shake: I’d fucked both women at this table, Sara and Aeri, in separate washroom cubicles, without either knowing about the other.

The secret was mine alone, a twisted thrill laced with guilt, a weight that settled heavy in my chest. I sighed internally, my fork pausing, the restaurant’s warm glow and Aeri’s soft presence beside me a fragile shield against the truth.

I Sighhhh*

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