Page 35 of Your Echo
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I don’t ask girls out for ice cream. I can’t even remember the last time I went on an actual date, but I sure as fuck know it didn’t involve ice cream or strolling around Montreal.
This isn’t a date, though, I tell myself.
This is just me getting something cold to eat with my meditation teacher because it’s hotter than the motherfucking Sahara outside. It’s purely coincidental that my meditation teacher happens to be hotter than the motherfucking Sahara too.
Stéphanie’s pausing to consider and looks like she’s on the brink of turning me down.
“I’ll let you pick a topping.” I find myself trying to convince her. “Maybe even two.”
“And two scoops?” she asks. “In a waffle cone?”
“Didn’t know you were so high maintenance, Stéphanie, but you’ve got yourself a deal.”
She’s already pulling her Keds on.
We walk the few blocks to the ice cream shop and find there’s a line stretching out the door. I ask if she wants to pop into thedépanneurnext door and just get an entire tub of ice cream we won’t have to wait for, but she tells me I promised her gourmet and that’s what she’s going to get.
She leans against the warm brick wall with her hands tucked behind her, and the pose makes her tits stick out just a bit. She’s got the most biteable looking chest, all creamy skin stretched over delicate collarbones. And those tits. They look so fuckingperky, like they’re just begging to be touched and sucked on. I can tell she’s wearing a bra, but I bet she could ditch it if she wanted to.
I have to glance away for a moment at the thought. It’s easier to ignore how attractive she is when we’re in meditation class.
Okay, that’s bullshit. It never gets easy to ignore, but it does get easier to handle. When we’re sitting on pillows in the smoke-filled room, it’s her mind that intrigues me and keeps me working to figure her out, never really sure what I’m going to find next. I still feel that way now, but I’ve got her body to contend with too.
The line shifts forward, and we make it close enough to the door that we’re hit with a blast of air conditioning. Stéphanie closes her eyes and moans. My dick jumps at the sound.
Get it together, man.
The place seems to be so busy they haven’t had a chance to clean it all day. When we step inside, we’re met with a floor littered with napkins and a handful of twenty-somethings running around behind the counter who look like they’re fighting to survive the apocalypse. The glass display case over top of the ice cream is so covered in fingerprints that we can barely read the names of the flavours, but Stéphanie and I both decide what we want right away.
“Two scoops of passion fruit in a waffle cone, please.” She shoots me a smug glance. “I’ll have coconut shavingsandrainbow sprinkles on top.”
“I’ll have two scoops of the maple bacon,” I tell the guy behind the cash register when he looks at me, “also in a waffle cone.”
I get my wallet out and pay as Stéphanie thanks me.
“You’re such a guy,” she teases, once we have our ice cream in hand. “Maple bacon? You can’t enjoy an ice cream cone unless it’s got meat on it?”
My cone starts dripping almost as soon as we step outside.
“Have you ever had maple bacon ice cream?” I demand. “It’s amazing.”
“No, thank you.” She makes a disgusted face.
I hold my cone out in front of her.
“Try it,” I order. “Now.”
I expected her to take the cone out of my hand, but the whole world seems to slow down and then freeze when she flicks her eyes up to mine and leans towards the ice cream. She drags her tongue up the length of both scoops. Then she’s pulling away, and I can hear the sounds of the city again.
I cover the groan that rises in me with a cough. Stéphanie stares straight ahead, and I swear I see those pink patches appear on her cheeks again.
She knows exactly what she just did.
I find myself smiling. This girl is much,muchmore than meets the eye.
We’re only a block down from the bustle of Avenue Mont-Royal, and without discussing it, that’s where we head next. The street is crawling with pedestrians, all ducking in and out of the shops and restaurants as they try to minimize their time in the heat.
