● Curious Desires ● Chapter 2 — Forbidden Latte

lesbian | age-gap | older woman | college student | romance | sexual awakening | first time | first date

The next few days passed in a hazy blur of frantic masturbation and self-discovery. I took the plunge and bumped my age up to twenty-one, unlocking LoveHub’s full “adult” lesbian sections.

The floodgates opened.

Chatting with women felt completely different. With men I had always felt in control. They were easy, predictable, desperate. With women… I was the one who felt exposed. I rewrote every reply three or four times, trying to sound cool and coy while my stomach twisted with anxious excitement. These lesbians were bold, filthy, and unapologetic. Their words made me wet and terrified at the same time.

And then Taís De Costa appeared.

Forty-three. Brazilian. Sophisticated curves wrapped in sexual power. Her fiery auburn hair spilled over full breasts in photo after photo. Her sultry dark eyes and plush lips seemed to stare straight through the screen and into the needy little monster inside me.

Friday morning, while I was supposed to be solving quadratic equations, her message popped up.

Hey sexy… loving the new pics.

A hot flush rolled down my body. My fingers trembled as I typed.

Thx… glad you liked them. Got more coming this week 😉

Oh, something to look forward to then 😈

I bit my lip hard. Heat pooled between my thighs.

Our conversation had followed this delicious, slow dance for days. Every message from her felt more dangerous than the last.

You’re making me blush, I sent, Which pic was your favorite?

Easily the post-workout selfie. I have a serious thing for fit young girls.

The post-bootcamp photo: sports bra tight across my modest chest, black leggings clinging to my ass. My face mostly hidden. I remembered exactly how soaked I’d been when I took it.

If only I could see that beautiful face of yours… Taís wrote.

No one had ever seen my face online. Not once. Not with these pictures. My parents would die. They’d actually disown me if they ever found out their perfect little Vietnamese daughter was secretly sending slutty gym selfies to older women.

I bit my lower lip, and then scrolled through the endless thumbnails of myself, finding the several shots I took that day.

I found it!

It was another post-workout shot, a little more playful this time. Sweat glistened off my taut body, while I pouted my glossy lips and twirled a long strand of my black hair. When I took it, I didn’t realize my face was fully visible. I kept it because it was cute, but I never imagined I’d be sharing it with a woman over twice my age.

Um, I don’t mind showing you…but just for you, okay? 🤫

My thumb hovered over the send button, taking a second longer before hitting “send”. It didn’t take long for the older woman to respond.

Fuck you’re face is even sexier than I imagined. Those lips, they look so soft and kissable.

My pussy clenched so hard I had to press my thighs together under the desk. I wonder if anyone around me noticed how excited I was getting. I knew I was cute. Pretty, even. But sexy? From her? The word made me ache.

Thank you 😘 I texted back, cheeks burning.

A few moments later, I felt another buzz,

We’ve been chatting for days now, baby girl… I’d love to meet you in person. Coffee tonight? My treat.

My breath hitched.

Tonight?

The invitation hit like a lightning strike. Just moments ago, I showed her my face, and now she actually wants to meet up?

I’d never met anyone from the app before. Never even come close. But ever since that “glitch” night with all those older women’s messages… something inside me had been screaming to be touched. To be seen. To be guided by someone who actually knew what she was doing.

I stared at the screen for what felt like forever, thighs pressed together under my desk. This is crazy. She’s more than twice my age. I was way out of my depth.

But the monster inside me purred louder than ever. With trembling fingers and a racing heart, I typed my reply and hit send before I could chicken out.

The hours leading up to the date were pure agony. My mind was flooded with filthy fantasies about Taís. Her full lips, her commanding voice, what her hands might feel like on my skin. I barely heard a word in class. I even skipped bootcamp. The only thing I could focus on was finding the perfect outfit. Something that said shy but curious. Innocent but open-minded.

At 5:10 pm., two hours before our date, I stood in front of my mirror wearing a delicate floral mini dress. It hugged my waist and flared just enough to show off my long, slender legs. The hem barely reached mid-thigh. My subtle make-up highlighted my almond-shaped eyes. On my feet were the red-bottom Louboutins my aunt had given me for my 18th birthday. The most expensive things I owned.

I looked hot. Too hot. Like a girl who actually wants to go all the way.

What the hell am I doing?

I lied to my parents and told them I was having dinner with Amy and Jessie. The words tasted bitter on my tongue. I could count on one hand the number of times I had lied to them. Never for something like this.

When the Uber arrived, a sleek white Tesla, my stomach was in knots. I slid into the backseat. The short dress rode dangerously high on my thighs. The driver glanced at me in the rear-view mirror.

“Evening, Lumi? Heading to Belmont Street?”

“Yes,” I said softly. My cheeks were already red.

He gave a small, knowing smile. “That’s a pretty gay part of town. Surprised a girl like you is going there.”

My face flamed. I tugged at the hem of my dress, but it barely moved.

“I’m meeting some friends,” I mumbled. My voice was barely above a whisper.

He nodded toward the small rainbow sticker on his visor. “Nothing wrong with that.” But the knowing look in his eyes made me squirm. I spent the rest of the ride staring out the window. I was painfully aware of how short my dress was, how exposed my legs felt, how obvious I must look. A sheltered little Asian girl dressed up like she was hoping to get fucked tonight.

The further we drove, the more the scenery changed. Cookie-cutter suburbs gave way to vibrant streets lined with pride flags, quirky shops, and women laughing openly on sidewalks. Cafe de Calle finally appeared. Warm lights glowed through large windows.

I stepped inside on shaky heels. The rich scent of coffee and Latin music wrapped around me. My eyes scanned the room desperately for Taís. That fiery auburn hair. Those sultry curves. But she was not there.

Seven o’clock came and went. No sign of her.

I sank onto a plush couch in the corner. I tried to look casual while my heart was racing. My dress had ridden up again. I crossed my legs and clasped my hands tightly in my lap. I still felt out of my depth, like everyone knew I was this eighteen-year-old pretending to be twenty-one; waiting for a woman more than twice my age.

My phone buzzed.

Hey Lumi, so sorry. Running late. Held up at work.

Relief and anxiety crashed through me at the same time.

No worries, I replied. Even as my mind spiraled.

What if I am being catfished?

What if it is not really her?

What if some creepy guy is luring me here?

This is crazy. You are really doing this, huh?

Even so, I stayed.

I sank back against the plush cushions, my body tight with nerves. A dozen frantic questions swirled through my mind. What’s going to happen tonight? Is she going to kiss me? What if she wants more than I’m ready for?

Before I could spiral any deeper, a rich, sultry voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Hello, Lumi.”

I looked up and forgot how to breathe.

Taís stood there in the flesh, even more breathtaking than her photos. Tall and confident in a silky white blouse and tailored black pants that hugged every voluptuous curve. Her slacks stretched tight over full hips and powerful thighs. A delicate silver chain rested between her breasts, drawing my eyes to the deep, inviting cleavage where her blouse dipped low.

“Oh dear, I am so sorry for keeping you waiting,” she said. Her voice was husky and warm, laced with that melodic Brazilian accent that made my stomach flutter.

“It’s okay. I only just got here,” I stammered. I quickly scooted over on the love seat. When she sat down, her wide hips took up more than half the space. The faint spicy scent of her perfume wrapped around me like a secret.

Taís let her gaze drift slowly over my body; from my slender neck down to my bare thighs and Louboutin heels. Everywhere her eyes touched, my skin prickled with heat.

“My God, you are even prettier in person,” she murmured. “Hiding that gorgeous face for so long should be a crime.”

My cheeks burned. “S-same to you,” I whispered. I was fidgeting in our snug love seat; our outer thighs making contact. “Sorry. I’m just really nervous.”

Taís placed her warm hand on my forearm. Her thumb traced slow, gentle circles on my skin. The simple touch sent sparks straight between my legs.

“It’s fine, sweetie,” she said softly. “I would be lying if I said I was not a little nervous too.”

“Really?” I asked, barely audible.

“Claro.” She held my gaze without blinking. “I have been looking forward to this all day.”

The intensity in her eyes made my heart race and my pussy throb with nervous heat.

She leaned in closer. “Let me get you something. See anything you like on the menu?”

I tried to focus on the board, but then I felt her fingertips brush lightly against my lower back. The touch lingered, possessive and warm.

“Oh, try the affogato,” she purred. “It is heavenly.”

“Sure… that sounds good,” I answered shakily.

When she stood and walked to the counter, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at the sway of her full hips and the way her slacks clung to her round ass. I quickly looked away when she returned with our drinks and warm croissants.

We talked for hours as the cafe slowly emptied around us. Taís was charming, confident, and effortlessly in control. We bonded over food, trashy reality TV, and sappy romance movies. Every time she laughed, low and throaty, or leaned in closer, I felt myself getting wetter.

“Last orders!” the barista called.

“Should we head out?” I asked, my voice tight with nerves and excitement.

“Yes. Let them close up.” Taís stood first. As I rose, her hand caught mine, fingers lacing through mine possessively. Goosebumps exploded across my arms.

She looked down at me in the dim light, eyes dark and unreadable. “Since this is your first time in this neighborhood… would you like a quick tour of Belmont Street?”

It was late. The streets were dark. I knew I should probably go home.

But the warmth of her hand and the way she looked at me made my knees weak.

“Um… sure. A walk sounds nice,” I whispered.

Taís smiled. Slow and knowing. She led me out of the cafe and into the cool night air, still holding my hand the entire way.