Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

"Yes Please."

9

.Layla.

Carl and I fell asleep on the couch about halfway into Boyz in the Hood.

A while later I felt him stir next to me. I opened my eyes when he sat up.

"I have a shift tonight at the diner Fiona manages," he said as he ran his hand through his hair.

I was so caught up in the whirlwind of the past two days, it hadn't occurred to me that he had responsibilities outside of satisfying me sexually.

"Oh, what do you do there?" I asked him as he walked over to the backpack of clothes that had never made it farther than the front door.

"Wash dishes, bus tables, whatever else my slavedriver sister tells me to," he smirked as he pulled on a white t-shirt.

I laughed. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad working for your sister."

He raised his eyebrows at me, pulling on a pair of black pants. "Oh, you'd be surprised. She loves having another place to boss me around in."

I sat up with a smile. "Well you are welcome to come back and boss me around later if that would help."

The corner of his lips curled up. "Yes, please," he said as he eyed me up. After a few seconds he shook his head and threw it back. "Aaaand now I have something to try and get rid of before I leave."

He disappeared into the bathroom, and I was almost sure I heard him muttering "hairy balls" under his breath.

I laughed before I got up to check on the dogs, who had been oddly quiet all afternoon. I walked into my bedroom and found them both curled up on the rug next to my bed; Lenny was big spoon and Sunny was little spoon. Smiling, I got my phone and snapped a picture of them before I went over and started to pet them.

"Do you guys have to go potty?" I asked them, earning tail wags in response as they yawned and stretched.

"I'll come with you," Carl's voice came from the doorway.

I turned my head. "You have work."

"I have a few minutes," he assured me. "Then they should both be okay until I'm back. If they're not, will you text me?"

I rolled my eyes but me couldn't help the smile that crept onto my face. His protectiveness was really sexy.

Carl and I walked the dogs around outside before he said goodbye to us at the apartment building door.

"Will you be okay? I'll keep my phone on me," he said after handing me Sunny's leash.

I nodded and he leaned in to kiss me before heading down the street to the L. Halfway down the block, he turned back to look at me and made a shooing gesture with his hands, his way of telling me to go inside now that he wasn't there.

I laughed and waved to him before ushering the dogs inside.

.....

.Carl.

I felt so distracted at work. My mind kept going back to Layla on her knees in front of me, and the way she looked up at me while she had me in her mouth...

A crashing dish snapped me out of my daydream.

"Shit!" I muttered, reaching down to pick up the pieces.

"Carl, what the hell?" Fiona peeked her head around the corner from the kitchen.

"Sorry," I replied. "Must've slipped."

I shut the water off and wiped my hands on my apron before reaching into my pocket to check my phone. I'd been at work for around three hours, but I hadn't heard from Layla. Hopefully that was a good sign, but I wanted to check. I realized that I might be the one coming off as needy, like I couldn't go more than a few hours without the urge to talk to her.

What's up?

She didn't respond right away, so I put my phone away and continued to work. A little while later I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.

My heart rate. 😉

I was confused, but willing to play along.

Are you working out or something?

Just thinking about you. I'm not quite as good on my own though. 😜

Was she...did she mean...fuck.

You didn't want to wait for me? 😏

Aw I'm sorry. Tbh I can't get earlier out of my head. 🤤

So it wasn't just me. If she was going to be bold, so could I.

I'm only halfway thru my shift...send me a pic? 📷

Nothing. Shit, I freaked her out. After a couple minutes, I went to type a follow up text and attempt to recover, but a picture was waiting for me in my inbox. Smiling, I looked around before opening it.

There was Layla, lying on her bed as she held the phone above herself. She was winking and biting her lip and grabbing one of her boobs with her free hand.

I cleared my throat before dashing out of the back room. I breezed past a confused Fiona and a few other employees before I busted into the men's room and locked myself in the stall.

I kept the picture up and set my phone on top of the toilet paper dispenser. I hurriedly untied my stupid apron and threw it on the hook. I unbuckled my belt and pants and shoved my hand down as I rested the other one on the wall above my phone. I tried to keep my labored breathing quiet as I stroked myself to the image of her beautiful face.

During my session, a second picture popped up below the first. Her face was no longer in it. It was a picture looking down at her boobs and tummy, and this time her free hand was dipped inside her shorts.

"Fuck," I groaned, busting into my hand at the incredibly sexy image of her doing exactly the same thing.

I straightened my clothes up before stepping out of the stall to wash my hands and put my apron back on. I walked back to the kitchen, past Fiona and a couple other waitresses, all of whom were staring at me.

I shrugged. "When you gotta go, you gotta go."

When I was alone again, I pulled my phone back out to express my gratitude.

You are so fucking hot. 🍆💦💦

Back atcha. See you later tonight. 😘

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