Hot Days Require Ice Cream

[Sara_Quill]

Hot Days Require Ice Cream

Tristan was a sweet guy, at least that what people always told him, that he was such a sweety, that he was one of the good guys. Yet he didn’t want to be one of the good guys anymore, being a good guy meant people would use you and abuse you and expect you to be okay with it. He sighed as he picked up the crates of ice cream cones and put them into his truck.

He knew full well his ex had just been a lying, cheating cluster of toxicity and it had nothing to do with him being a good guy or a bad guy, but still he was tired of those people trying to cheer him up by telling him what a catch he was. He didn’t need cheering up, he needed to feel in control. So after the divorce papers were finalized he bought and ice cream truck.

It may have been a tad impulsive, but he liked it. He liked driving around in the warm sun, visiting some touristy spots and ripping them off by selling them ice cream for way too much money. Today however he brought a new ingredient. He loaded up the last few boxes and then he started driving. Up to the beach and the boulevard, looking for the best spot.

While Tristan sold his ice cream he kept an eye out for that one special girl. He didn’t know what she would look like yet, but he knew she would be pretty. Yeah, she would be really gorgeous, with those pink puffy lips, and maybe some summer freckles on the bridge of her nose, and she wouldn’t be part of any intimidating friend group with annoying and nosy friends.

There were three women that could potentially be her, his girl. Beautiful bikini bodies, friendly smiles, no meddling friends in sight. Yet Tristan flaked out all three times, he was too scared to add the special ingredient to their ice cream and he hated himself for it.

He was about to give up and clear out for the day when he was given another chance. A tall brunette approached his truck, she was wearing a see through dress over her bikini, she had a gorgeous and even tan, and the most charming smile ever.

‘One scoop of chocolate, please.’ She said. Her voice was soft and melodic, demanding yet cute.

‘How are you today?’ He asked as he put a scoop of chocolate ice cream onto a cone.

‘Fine. It’s warm isn’t it?’

They exchanged some pleasantries about the sunny whether and right before he handed her the cone he stopped himself. He pulled out the tub with his special secret ingredient and sprinkled some of it onto the cone.

‘There you go.’ He said.

‘Thanks.’ She put some coins on the counter and while licking from her ice cream she started to walk away. A surge of panic. She couldn’t walk away, he had to be there when the magical fairy dust would start to take affect.

‘Wait!’ He yelled.

She looked over her shoulder.

‘What’s your name?’

Disinterested she came back to his truck. ‘Why do you want to know?’ She asked.

Improvise, improvise, improvise.

‘There’s a lottery.’ He said. ‘If you enter your name you could win a free cone.’

‘It’s Mabel,’ she said while licking her cone. Tristan was obsessed with her tongue, the tip of her tongue scooping out bits of chocolate, there was even a smudge of chocolate on her skin. Soon she would have to feel the effects of the drug he’d sprinkled over her ice cream cone, right? The magical fairy dust that was in fact just some ground up sleeping pills.

She tilted her head. ‘Aren’t you suppose to write that down, and how will I know if I have won, don’t you need my phone number or e-mail address too? Do you have a pen?’

Tristan hastily looked around his truck, there was no ballpoint laying around, no pencil, no nothing. The sharpie! He remembered, the sharpie that he used to draw up signs, he opened the cupboards frantically looking for his old sharpie. Then his truck wobbled when he looked over his shoulder Mabel was still there, leaning against the truck, she was seeing a bit faint already.

‘Are you okay Miss?’ He asked overly kind.

‘I’m fine.’ She said.

She wasn’t fine. He could clearly see she wasn’t fine, her eyelids were drooping and there was a glazed look in her eyes, but apparently she didn’t want to share her struggles with him.

He stepped out of his truck. ‘It looks like you’re about to faint.’ He said while grabbing her arm. ‘It must be the heatwave, come sit inside for a moment, I’ve got air conditioning.’ He rattled on his rehearsed phrases, but they didn’t seem to really enter her mind. Willingly she let herself be guided into his truck. She sat down and hid her face in her hands.

‘I’m sorry.’ She mumbled her voice already a bit slurry. ‘I don’t feel so good.’

‘It’s okay.’ He said.

Suddenly he was worried she wouldn’t pass out, that he didn’t give her enough of the fairy dust to knock her out completely. With a spoon he tried to feed her some more but she wasn’t that eager the open her mouth for him. He closed up his truck and started driving away.

‘Where are we going?’ She asked groggily.

‘To the... a... to a hospital?’ He asked.

‘I’m fine really.’ She said.

He needed something else, something to knock her out completely, he drove all the way home and put his truck back in the garage. Somewhere in his tool chest must be a bottle of chloroform left that he used the glue perspex together when tinkering on his truck. He went through his stuff a hammer, a saw, a screwdriver. There it was, the little brown bottle. He drizzled a bit on an old used cloth and then stepped back into his truck.

‘Mabel?’ He said.

She had been getting sleepier and sleepier and now she looked up confused. ‘Where are we?’ She asked. ‘What happened? Who are you?’

‘I’ve got something for you.’ He said as he pressed the cloth of chloroform into her face. For a moment she willingly inhaled the fumes. Then she pushed his hand away.

‘I don’t like that,’ she said in a whiny voice. ‘That stinks.’

‘It’s okay.’ Tristan said. ‘It’s good for you, just take few deep breaths.’ He pressed the cloth in her face once more. She was shaking her head, going cross eyed as she fought her eyes rolling up into her skull. A moment later she went completely limp and her eyes shut close.

‘Good girl.’ He said. She was now laying on the floor of his ice cream truck, her hair all sprawled out, her head slumped to the side, her lips slightly parted. He bent over and pressed his lips against her mouth, forcing his tongue into her mouth and playing with her non-responsive tongue. He rubbed his body against hers.

He felt so empowered. This was him being a bad guy, this was him exacting revenge at the world at his ex, this was him taking control. Mabel was delightfully loose and limp, delightfully unconscious.

He kissed her soft cheek and nibbled on her earlobe for a while, her ear was so petite, so small. ‘You’re mine.’ He whispered. ‘You’re mine now, Mabel.’

She let out a little moan, but he wasn’t sure whether that was a coincidence or a reaction to his words. He slipped his hands under her see-through dress and sunk his fingers into her big boob, soft flesh everywhere. Wriggling and squeezing.

He pulled the bikini aside and marveled in the beauty of her mushy orbs. A clear bikini line. Tanned skin surrounding two white triangles. Somehow those white triangles made her look more vulnerable, made this moment more intimate. Not even the sun was allowed to see and touch these parts of her. Here his finger came, dancing over the bikini line, tracing that triangle over and over again.

He squeezed her nipple, massaging it ever so softly until both of her nipples were rock hard. For a moment he suckled on her nipple, but it wasn’t what he wanted to do, he had something else in mind. He lifted up her limp body and took that see through tunic of her body, then he gently lowered her on the floor again. He sat down on top of her, knees on either side of her body, his cock resting in between her boobs.

He used his hands to squeeze the boobs closer together until his cock was completely enveloped by the squishy flesh. He spit on her boobs, he spit on his own cock and then he started fucking her titties.

Soft pressure all around his cock as his shaft gently slid through her cleavage. This was it. This was heaven. His ex never allowed him to do this, and this girl was way prettier than his ex. He wasn’t a nice guy anymore, he was a pervert. He never knew how good it felt to embrace his inner pervert, to just let go of all social expectation, of all judgment and to just fuck a girl in between her titties.

The boobs jiggled with every trust of his hips, the white triangles in her tanned skin were shaking in a mesmerizing way, almost as if he was being hypnotized by those pink swirling nipples.

He felt his balls tightening, arousal was sky rocketing and then he orgasmed. A rush of euphoria overtook his body and mind. He moaned loudly. He sperm shot out of his cock, most of it ended up against her chin, some droplets flew onto her face.

She grimaced for a moment and let out a moan.

‘It’s okay.’ He said. ‘It’s okay Mabel. We’re together now, finally. We’ve found each other. Here take a deep breath.’ He folded the cloth over her nose and mouth and soon she was slipping into a deeper level of unconsciousness again. There was so much else he wanted to do with her and he would make sure she would like it too, she would never want to leave again. He threw the cloth aside and placed his face in between her thighs. Determined to lick her awake.

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