“I’m going turn these giggles and laughs into moans,” Garrett threatened.
“Please, be my guest, Agent Losche.”
As soon as his warm breath hit my pussy, I knew I was in for an incredible morning. His tongue massaged the sides of my clit, just as I liked. Garrett had helped me find out all of the things that I enjoyed sexually. It wasn’t long before his expert tongue had me panting and whimpering for more. He pushed two of his fingers inside me while his tongue tended to my swollen clit, and I thought I was going to explode.
“It feels so good, Garrett.”
His gentle laughter vibrated against my skin, making me shudder. I took his hair in my hand and tried to pull his face closer.
“Mmm, please, Garrett,” I whined.
He went back and forth from driving me to the edge and then backing off. Finally, he relented. Garrett used his tongue to massage my flesh just to the side of my clit, sending me over the edge. Loudly, I moaned as my pussy clenched around his fingers while my clit pulsated against his tongue.
I had my eyes closed with a smile plastered to my face when he withdrew his fingers gently and flopped down beside me. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my cheek with his lips that were wet with my juices.
“Mhmm, that’s how you wake up on your birthday,” Garrett murmured.
“Yes, I think I can handle that.” I laughed.
“So, would you like to go to the place you were telling me about for lunch?”
“It’s all the way down in Chula Vista.”
“So?”
“It’s a long drive just for a dive taco place,” I explained. Though, I’d have loved to go and was trying not to get my hopes up.
“First of all, it’s your birthday. Second, it’s for tacos. No drive is too far for good tacos.”
“What about the thing at the mall?” I asked, hoping he hadn’t forgotten.
“The bear place?”
“Yes.”
The mall close by had one of the bear factory stores where kids, mostly, could make their own stuffed animal. I had always wanted to do this, but my friend back in Chula Vista thought it was dumb, so I never went. But Garrett asked if I wanted to do anything special for my birthday, and I mentioned the bear factory. Ali was meeting us there this afternoon and then after that, we were meeting some of Garrett’s friends at a nearby restaurant for my birthday dinner. Tacos from Taco, Taco sounded great, but I really wanted to make the bear.
“Well, if I can pull you out of bed soon, we can get dressed and head down to Chula Vista for an early lunch. Then we can come back up here with plenty of time to get to the mall to meet Ali.”
I looked at him with hopeful eyes as he brushed back the lock of my freshly colored purple hair behind my ears. I would love to take him to Taco, Taco.
“I’d love that. It sounds perfect.”
“Then let’s go, baby girl.”
We drove down to Chula Vista and arrived by 11:30 a.m. Garrett parked along the street, and together we walked along the sidewalk to the brightly colored taco shop. It was a free-standing building—shed, er … stationary food truck. But it had the most beautiful patio that was decorated, and the main draw was the ocean. It had the perfect view of the Pacific Ocean, and the salty breeze carried up to the patio. I loved it here, and nothing had changed since the last time I was here years ago.
“You mentioned that you and your mom came here a lot.”
“Yeah, it wasn’t each week, but close to it.”
“Would you guys take it to go, or eat out here?”
“Definitely we ate out here on the patio,” I replied and looked out over the water.
“It’s no wonder. The view is amazing. You and I might have to drive around the coast near home and see if we can find something that has a nice patio. Oh,” Garrett said before he paused to sip from his straw. “The restaurant we’re going to tonight is close to the beach and has a patio. So if it’s warm enough or if they have heat lamps, we can eat outside.”
“That sounds perfect,” I said.
