Coffee the next morning

You're woken by strangest feeling of someone playing with your hair lovingly. Exhausted, you lay on the hard wood floor for a few seconds before the banging starts to become annoying. You pick a piece of broken plastic off of your face and look around, the events of last night coming back to you. You go to your front door and see it freely swinging in the wind, occasionally hitting the frame. You push it closed, muting the sounds of the city.

You wonder aloud, "What on Earth am I meant to do now?" You look at the time and realise that you'd somehow overslept and need to get to work, fast. You estimate that you can still make your morning coffee if you rush.

Your favorite barista -- Emily -- greets you as you walk in. The petite, brown-haired girl's smile is your true source of caffeine in the morning. You spot that she has her hair up in her usual adorable messy bun today, and wearing the uniform black t-shirt under blue striped overalls.

"Hi! Can I get my usual?"

"Cappuccino? Coming up!" She smiles, and starts writing your order on the ticket. "Has to be cash today, though, we've been having some trouble with the electricity today."

The light flickers a little as she says it.

"See..." She gestures at the lights hanging by the menu, frustrated.

You smile politely and rummage in your wallet for change but you hear a gasp in front of you, and the sound of a pen dropping. You look up and see her fumbling to pick it up.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah. Just -- I -- think I pulled a muscle?" She sounds unsure as she stands stiffly and squeezes the countertop tightly. She squints for a moment, like she's trying to explain something to herself.

You look at her body, trying to guess where she hurt herself. She's standing awkwardly, and as you look closely, you see her hips rocking gently. She moves her hands around sporadically for a moment, as if she's panicking, not sure where to rest them.

"Can I help with something?" You ask, sympathetically.

"No, no, it's okay." She wafts air to cool her blushed face with her hand before softly scratching her chest. "I just... " She takes a deep breath, her mouth wide, and tries to resume writing with her tense arm. After managing some illegible scribbles, she slams the pen down on the countertop firmly with her palm and admits defeat. She turns to her colleague, asking in a strained voice, "Hey Sam can you just ...? I need a break. I'm sorry."

She walks around the counter, leaning heavily forwards with her back arched dramatically. One hand supports her on the counter and the other rests on her thigh, almost squeezing it.

You, naturally, worried about her, walk around the counter to meet her and offer your hand for support. As you move, the lights dim for a second or two.

She grabs it gratefully with both hands and rests her weight on your forearm. To both of your surprise, she moans loudly just as you make contact and falls entirely onto you. She manages to wrap her arms around you and bury her face in your neck. Her breath is as intensely warm as her whole body.

She shudders and slips down slightly but you catch her again, this time putting you at eye level. She doesn't look to you like she's in pain any more. "Oh god."

She regains her footing and uses it to press her body even harder into yours and wraps her hands behind your head. Before you can understand what's happening, her lips are pressed onto yours and the petite beauty's hands are buried in your hair, pulling your head towards hers. Her body writhes gently on yours.

"Mm!" You raise your hands like white flags, confused, before you hold her with them again.

You manage to break away for a brief moment to ask what is going on.

She puts one warm hand on your chest and purrs, "this has never happened before."

Watching her beautiful, confused and horny face piece together what's happening inside her from a couple inches away is overwhelmingly seductive to you. She looks away, shy, for a second.

She takes a second to breathe but is interrupted by another flicker, "I'm so -- I need to -- oh fuck..." One of her hands moves between her legs, pushing her beige overalls against her crotch with the edge of her hand while her thighs squeeze.

You feel the eyes of half of the cafe on you two. The lights flicker again.

"Help me.." She sounds ****; her adorable eyes look into yours, pleadingly.