Your mindful wish

{Julie, your first love, the young woman you lost your virginity to last year after the prom, the girl that YOU dumped because your friends kept telling you that you were becoming 'pussy whipped', stares back at you from accross the counter. That same look of wanting in her eyes that she would always get when she wanted you. Julie who never stopped being in love with you. The Julie that you promised to stay friends with and have for the past 6-months.}

You look into Julie's green eyes, her perfect face framed with her Auburn hair (currently tied up in a bun because she is at work. Her blouse, which she always wears one that is one size smaller than she should wear, is struggling to hold her two perfect creamy white, soft pink nippled 'C-cup' breasts at bay.

"Hey Jules... DAMN! You look great!" you smile and say
"You sure know how to greet a lady!" she responds in mock indignation.
"You know Jules, I was a fool to let you go. I mean.... well. You ...
"Yeah Yeah,' she giggles. Smiling with her eyes. "Who is it this time studly?"
"What?!? What.. who ... what are you talking about?" you stammer. How could she know?

"You're kidding... right?' again, she looks you in the eye with those green orbs. Like truth serum, you feel that she can see into your very soul. Leaning accross the counter she whispers in your ear. 'I may have not seen it up close in the past six months, but I know that you walked in here with a raging hardon. Now if you want, I think I can do something about that.' Then she quickly leans back, grabs a rag from the counter and starts wiping up an imaginary spill. In her normal 'order taking voice' she continues, "Or do you just want a cup of coffee and a donut?"