Gwen’s Diner (Audio Script)

Stories

I drive through my old, familiar hometown. It may be a little rough around the edges, and the paint might be fading a little…but it’s full of good people, and it’s home. It’s a beautiful summer's evening and I’m feeling so…peaceful. On my way here yesterday, I could just feel myself relaxing as I got further and further away from the bustle of New York City. It’s strange; when I’m in the city, I don’t really think about this place. But whenever I’m home, I wonder why it has taken me so long to come back. I’m so glad to be spending some time with dad, too. He looked so happy to see me. But damn, this town is boring. My dad is already asleep and I couldn’t stand another hour in front of the television, so I’m out getting reacquainted with my old stomping grounds. Driving around, listening to the radio…it’s nice. I feel strangely protected by the huge evergreen trees that still line the little two-lane main road. And it’s comforting hearing the local radio station manned by the same voices I knew as a kid. From afar, I see the neon blinking lights of a retro-themed diner. Is that...no way. It’s still here?! Wow, Gwen’s Diner.

Dad used to always take me here after basketball practice. I was never old enough to try the coffee, but the homemade peach milkshakes were to die for. Wow, it looks pretty much exactly how I remember it. The chairs and tables are the same charming 1950’s-style they were fifteen years ago. The cash register looks prehistoric, but it’s still set behind that massive glass cabinet filled with baked goods. Beside everything that’s exactly the same, there’s something that’s completely different. This is a town where everyone knows everyone…so how is it that I’ve never seen him before?

He’s bent over the counter just slightly with a worn paperback book in his hands. Tall, dark, and… gorgeous. He’s got brown, messy hair. A little tan. A bit of a beard, but nothing too crazy. And there’s something kind of… rough about him. I suddenly realize I’m staring at him from the doorway and I haven’t actually moved yet. Before I can look away, his eyes meet mine from across the room and my stomach flips over with excitement.

“Evening. What can I get you?”

My cheeks burn as I wander up to the counter. It’s late and I don’t see any other customers in the shop. The closer I get, the better I can see the definition of his body behind his plaid shirt. He’s thick and broad, and I take a moment to appreciate his bulky build. Oh, and he has quite a few tattoos as well…I can already feel myself blushing. This is so strange…I don’t usually get so smitten this easily, especially not with strangers. It occurs to me that I haven’t actually looked at the menu yet when I reach the counter. I’ve been too busy looking at him. I really, really hope he can’t tell that I’m blushing…

“Sorry…I’m not actually sure. I used to live here and I just wanted to see if it was still the same old Gwen’s.”

“Same old Gwen's. Not much has changed.”

Suddenly, as I look up into his eyes, he seems familiar…

“So you used to live here, huh? Close by?”

Does he recognize me, too? I wonder if we’ve ever crossed paths...

“Oh, yeah, just a couple miles east. I used to come into this diner with my dad all the time for the famous peach milkshake. I, um, moved to New York after graduating in 2010”

“Nice. I was ‘08.”

I take a second to look at him more closely. His thick hair, kind, blue eyes…his expression is hard to read. But there is something familiar about him. Suddenly, it dawns on me…

“Wait, is your name Dylan?”

“Yep, that's me.”

A hundred memories flood my mind. I do know him! How could I forget? I had a HUGE crush on him in high school. We never spoke. He was a few years older than me and always so quiet. Not goofing around like the other guys…I’d often see him alone reading a book or sometimes working with his dad in the auto shop on Everglade Ave. I always thought he was so gorgeous…

“I remember you...”

“Yeah, you look a little familiar yourself.”

I’m almost speechless. My high school crush is right here in front of meLooking even hotter than ever…although he’s obviously done a lot of growing up since I last saw him. And damn does it agree with him. He still has those mysterious eyes I always loved…

“I'm Sam.”

He looks into my eyes as he reaches out his hand to shake mine. I feel a jolt of excitement as our hands meet. His skin has a roughness to it, the kind of hands that are used to hard work. Despite that, he touches me with such a softness. I swear I see a twinkle in his eye as his hand lingers, his thumb gently caressing mine…

“Nice to meet you, Sam.”

My breath catches and my entire body tingles when he says my name. There’s no way he can tell I’m attracted to him…right? I’m trying to play it cool. It feels crazy given we’ve just properly met but all I can think is that I want those rough hands all over me...

“Hey, you know… if you’re not busy, I’m just about to close up for the night. Want to split one of those peach milkshakes?”

Now there’s an offer I can get on board with.

“Oh! Yeah, sure, I’d love to.”

God, I’m so bad at playing it cool.

“Great. Hang tight. I’ll get the dishwasher going and meet you back here in a few.”

I watch him jog back to the kitchen and I try to slow my racing thoughts. Alone, after-hours, in Gwen’s Diner…with my highschool crush. Maybe this visit back home won’t be so boring after all…I’m nervous as I make my way to one of the empty tables. My imagination is running wild. I know we only spoke briefly, but there is just something so sexy about him. What would it feel like to have his hands all over me…? His mouth on mine, his face in my neck as his fingers caress the inside of my thighs…

Fuck, I’m getting a little wet. Oh god, I’ve got to stop…how will I hold a conversation with him if I can’t stop fantasizing? He hops over the counter and starts wiping down the tables surrounding mine. God, how does someone make cleaning tables look so damn good. He shuts the blinds as he passes by them and eventually turns the open sign to ‘closed’ on the front door. He disappears back into the kitchen, and I hear the familiar hum of the machine. Then, finally, he drops down into the chair next to mine, milkshake in hand.

“And there you have it…the famous peach milkshake.”

The smell of him fills my senses and a wave of desire floods through me. Aftershave and musk mixed with the smell of coffee grounds. I have to steady myself before I answer.

“There it is. Just how I remember it.”

He’s put two straws in one glass. That’s a good sign, isn’t it?

“So, how long are you in town for?”

He pushes his dark hair over his brow and I watch his shirt lift just slightly as he stretches his arms above his head. Focus, Sam, focus…

“Week or so. Just needed a break from the city.”

“Mmm.”

He takes a sip from the glass and his lips pucker around the straw. Why can’t I stop staring at his mouth…? My stomach is kind of in knots, but I don’t want to seem rude. So, I lean forward and suck on the second straw. I don’t know how it happens, but as I pull away, a huge dollop of ice cream drips onto my chin.

“Oh, you've got a, uh...”

I’m flustered and embarrassed for a moment, but then I realize that this might be the perfect opportunity to find out if Dylan is interested in me. I’m really not the best flirt, but… here it goes.

“Could you, um…could you get it for me?”

I bite my lip and look into his eyes, hoping that he understands how badly I want him to kiss me. He’s quiet for a second longer than I would like. But then, a small smirk rises on the corner of his mouth and he leans forward. His lips meet mine and my body melts.

His mouth is cold and sweet from the milkshake. He slowly trails his kiss down to my chin where he licks away the spilled cream. From there, he kisses up my jaw…kissing him is absolutely electric. It’s like all my teenage fantasies are coming to life. He breaks the kiss briefly, only to rise to his feet and pull me up along with him. We lean against the table, his body pressing into mine. His hands find my waist and glide beneath my shirt. His rough, callused hands feel amazing against my skin. This is going fast, but I think it’s clear now how badly we both want to devour each other. I wrap my arms around his neck, settling into his kisses. His hands move to my back and he undoes my bra with such ease, like he’s done it a million times before. I can’t wait to feel his hands on my breasts.

“I remember you...”

He pulls away slightly and looks into my eyes, examining me closely.

“I had a huge crush on you in high school…”

No. No way.

“Really?”

He nods enthusiastically before returning his lips to my jaw and sliding them down my neck. I can’t handle the shock and disbelief of that statement because I’m too caught up in how amazing this feels. With my bra undone, he moves his hands from my waist to my breasts. He brushes his thumbs against my chest and then grasps my breasts in his firm hands. Heat rages through my body. I’m desperate to feel him. I reach under his shirt and feel the strong muscles of his back under my fingers. I lift his shirt up over his head and he helps me by throwing it to the floor. I drink in the sight of his tattoos across his chest…I can’t help but bring my mouth to him, kissing his hard chest and dragging my tongue down to his stomach…and trailing it along the waistband of his jeans...

I want to feel the heat of his skin on mine, so I pull my shirt over my head and shrug out of my bra.

“Mmm, look at you. You’re so sexy.”

I press my naked torso against his, my bare breasts tingling at the sensation.

As I press my lips to his and our tongues dance, his strong grip holds me closer and I melt into his embrace. His hands travel slowly to my waist and tug at the waistband of my jeans. I can feel how wet I am for him already as I anticipate what’s about to come. He drags my jeans down to the floor before taking off his own. It suddenly occurs to me that we’re having sex in a place we shouldn’t be. The fact that no one will ever know we had sex here, on this diner table makes me even more excited. The sight of cock bulging inside his boxers makes me shiver with anticipation. Oh, fuck, I want him inside of me. I press my lips up against his ear and nibble it gently...

“Mmm, I want you so much.”

“Yeah? How do you want me?”

I press my hand against his cock through his boxers and squeeze it, rolling it around in my hand and kneading it firmly.

“I want you…to bend me over…and fuck me on this table.”

I didn’t think his cock could get any harder, but it grows impossibly thick and rigid. I drag my fingertips along his length, slowly teasing him through the thin fabric. I watch his face as he moans and grabs at my hips. His fingers clench with pleasure. I slide my hands to the side of his boxers now and drag them down, desperate to see his thick, hard cock. It stands firmly at attention as I try to imagine Dylan thinking about me all those years ago. I wonder if he’s ever imagined me doing… this…I lower my mouth to the tip and seal my lips around it. I take in his length, slowly... savoring the feeling of him filling up my mouth…and the sound of his moans filling my ears. I use my hand to simultaneously stroke his shaft while I suck at the tip of his cock. Moving my hands and mouth…up and down…up and down. God, this is making me so horny. Hearing his pleasure…feeling him in my mouth. I can’t believe I’m the one pleasing him…after wanting him for so long. Suddenly, he grasps my wrists and I release his cock from my mouth, as he pulls me up to my feet.

He kisses me, roughly, and turns me over so that I’m facing the table. My pussy is aching for him. I want him to take me, right here, right now…I hear him rustling around in the pocket of his discarded pants. When I glance over my shoulder, I see him putting on a condom. He removes my panties, now soaking wet, and reaches around me. His fingers slide so easily through my pussy, gliding through my wetness. I swear I can feel his desire radiating through his body. Oh, my god! His fingers toy with me, sliding up and down my wetness, stroking my clit, rubbing me in circles. It feels so good. I grip tightly onto the edge of the table. Oh, god, I want him inside of me. Right now. Waves of pleasure ripple through my body as his fingers expertly move inside of me…I don’t want it to end, but I want to fuck me so badly…

“Dylan, fuck me.”

He immediately holds his cock against me, teasing my entrance for a split second before easing inside. So…fucking…slowly. The position is perfect. I can feel his cock drag against my g-spot as he pushes forward and inches out…I throw my head back in ecstasy as I grind my hips into him.

“Oh my god. Oh, Sam...”

He thrusts in and out of my aching pussy, teasing my g-spot with his cock. I reach down to touch myself, rubbing my clit furiously as he fucks me. Oh god, I don’t know how long I can stand it. I can already feel the tension building quickly, I’ve wanted this for so long. Oh, his cock feels so good inside me and my clit is throbbing. Oh god, I can feel it…I’m going to passion so soon. Every part of me is on fire. I’m desperate to passion with him inside me…he thrusts harder, harder…pushing me into the table as his hips slam against me. He reaches around and grabs onto my tits, holding my chest between his fingers and squeezing tightly. That…oh, that is the push I needed to go over the edge!

“Yeah. Yes. Yes! Right there, right there!”

Pleasure shatters through my body as I passion. I passion so hard I press my forehead into the cool surface of the table beneath me. As my inner walls clench, again and again, he’s thrusting harder still. He fucks me hard and fast, gripping my hips and bucking wildly behind me. My hands clench onto the sides of the table and I steady myself as he thrusts harder...and harder...faster...and deeper...

“Fuck me, please. passion for me!”

The sensation of my climax is still pulsing. When he reaches his hand around me and his fingers come into contact with my clit. He drags out my climax as he thrusts into me over and over...again and again…until he finally has his release.

I slowly turn over and face him. There’s a stupid grin on my face and I’m relieved to find one on his, too.

“Oh my god.”

I kiss him softly and he wraps his arms around my hips. My legs are like gelatin and I kind of wish we were near a bed right now.

“I, um…I’m glad you humored my little high school crush.”

I glance over my shoulder at him as I pull on my panties and slide my jeans back up around my waist. I give him a knowing smile…

“Well, you know, you weren’t the only one with a crush…”

“You mean…?”

“Oh, yeah. Big time.”

“Who would have thought...”

I kiss him once more before sliding my jeans and t-shirt on and plunking myself back down at the table. He joins me on my side of the table, offers me a sweet smile, and slides the rest of the milkshake towards me.

“I guess I’m really glad you were craving a peach milkshake.”

I take a long sip and pass it back to him.

“The milkshakes here are legendary, after all.”