Thread: Sex and Coffee, a Seattle story. (Ash Durn & J Jester ) [nsfw]

The door slowly swung open. It's welcoming glass being pushed with some small amount of nervous force. One foot at a time, Marty walking into Yellow Brick road coffee, doing his best to put on a smile and look confident. He paused upon his entrance, scooting himself out of the door way to take a second to survey his surroundings. His deep brown eyes slowly skimmed the area, taking in the people and eviornment, attempting to see every small detail. He brushed his dark brown bangs from his eyes for a moment, attempting to get a better look. His hair was feather like and fairly short except for in the front, which normally fell covering an eye, which did well to show the few, small studs he had in each ear. His face, in both expression and form was soft, his eyes large and lips smooth. His hand rested nervously on his hip, which was covered with women's slim fit jeans which tightly clung to the form of his body, especially around his thighs. A light red sweater, which hugged his thin, yet surprisingly curvy torso, covered a white button up, which could be seen only at the end of each sleeve and the collar poking through to greet the world. He knew the coffee place had a relaxed wardrobe, so he did his best to look both relaxed yet ready to work on his first day. Despite his attire, his heart beat hard with the same few frantic beats as it had done walking into classes in high school. Building character... he half mumbled to himself, remembering what his father had said when he learned of the position here. It was true, perhaps there was no other working establishment where a person could become so worldly so quickly, but the idea certainly didn't help push him out of his shell, a shell he had been gripping to in the apartment his parents rented him out of high school so he could attend the nearby college. Finally, his eyes met the counter, where he would soon be standing behind instead of in front of, and traced along it's horizon for someone, anyone, he could talk to. There was only one person in his sight, a sight which made him choke up slightly. The man was intimidating, not because of his muscles or almost punk look, but because everything about him screamed cool confidence. Marty had been openly gay now for some time after a rather surprising night with a few friends, and was not ashamed to wear woman's clothes or even some make up for special occasions, even his parents happily supported him, but the person behind the counter owned everything about themselves, every aspect and detail seemed to be placed on them with the confident paint brush of a master artist. He tried to approach, each foot step dragging heavily with the weight of some anxiety. His eyes only glanced up, and remained more at hip level. Finally, after what seemed like an age, he was at the counter, he glanced up for a moment, showing a shy, yet sincere smile. H-hi! he said with a mixture of excitement and worry, his hands nearly clasped behind his back, I'm the uh..the new employee, he glanced again, another smile, my name is Marty, he paused, not sure what to say at this point, in fact, he was so focused on the man that he barely noticed the busty woman to his side, and only now realized that he could have just invited himself into a conversation. He blushed slightly, his attempts to maintain eye contact amounting in the occasional glance and corresponding smile.