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Episode 8 · 1 year ago

Sweeter than a Chocolate Stout

ABOUT THIS EPISODE

A trip to a Brooklyn brewery quickly becomes a trip back to Soho, where things heat up between our favorite old flames.

Sait's not until we've been in the Uberfor twenty minutes that I realize how bold this move is like somewherebetween. This is the best idea. I've ever had bold and she'll never speak tome again, bold, but no turning back now. I guess she tucks her bronze waves behind herears and stares out the window squinting to read the street signs aswe zoomed down a narrow one way street so want to tell me where we're going. Allsense of adventure has drained from her voice, her Doh Brown eyes wide anduneasy. I take a peak at my screen and see we're only two minutes away.Finally, that would ruin the surprise. My head bumps against the head rest asthe car hits a Pothole, damn you'd think the greatest city in the worldwould at least fix its roads. INGARD...

...leans forward. You know, Terry, youcould tell me where we're going, and then you- and I could both accuse thiscowboy of kidnapping us. The two of them laugh, but all I canmanage is a fake, chuckle seriously angred, if you could justtrust me for once in your life. If you would have told me where we were going,then maybe I could have provided an alternative that wouldn't have requiredus to cross any bridging might do some good to get out of your own burrow foronce ingred's eyebrows shewed straight up to her hairline, her mouth forminginto a near perfect upside down. U Look has been reading up on New York, Lingoyou're, not the only person from our town with the ability to change. Youknow our Eyes Lock and her expressionsoftens from surprise to curiosity just in time for us to arrive at ourlocation, the car stops and the UVER driver turns and asks you're. Okwithout looking away from Ingrid. I reply. Here's perfect the two of USthanke the driver and climb out of the...

...car, the Summer Sun, somehow hotter andless forgiving on the other side of the East River. We stand in front of thahuge brick building a handful of slightly grimy looking people in Bares,leaning against the walls smoking cigarettes. ingred takes a quick lookaround so we're in Williamsburg. I scanned the building for an entrance. Wy just follow me. I lead her aroundthe side of the building where we find a large industrial door and a smallline of people waiting to get in. We get in TA line which moves quicklyand the bouncer checks are IDs as we walk through the door. We areimmediately greeted by the sight of three giants: Fermentar Tanks- Oh God,you took me to a brewery. Didn't you taking a deep breath in I survey thescene around me and I'll be honest. It's even better than I imagine thetanks, the equipment, the sweet, smell,...

...ust fermenting work. Every part of itmakes me feel calm and elated at the exact same time. I don't trust myselfin the merge section, so I take Ingrard's hand in mine and lead herover to the crowded bar to check the menu and see what they've got on town.She clears her throat and I realize I've been so caught up in the thrill ofbeing here that I haven't said a word since we walked in. I take back my handrunning it over the nape of my neck. Sorry guess you could say I'm a littlestar struck to be here star Strak at this place. Her voice is incredulous asshe peers around at the long wooden tables, the crates decorating the walls,but I don't even care nothing. She can say can ruin this moment for me, they're ahemits in the industry, I'veread so much about them. I can't believe, I'm actually here right now.She nodd slowly crossing her arms as we moved forward in line. I scanned thebeerlist desperately trying to decide...

...what I want to taste. First, what areyou thinking the description of their latest IPA catches, my eye meanwhileingered shifts from one foot to the other that I need a wine list. Istopped dead in my tracks staring at her like she just grew horns and a tail.Please tell me you're, not one of those girls who doesn't drink beer. Pleasetell me you're, not one of those guys who shames women for not liking piswater rd. I press my hands to my temples butyou're from Indiana how the hell do we do you wrong in all kinds of rain? Her eyes are wide,but I cut her off before she can do any more damage. N, no fucking, wite Ma'N,we're fixing this we're fixing this today when it's our turn to order, Iget us two flights sampling everything this place has to offer. We carefullywalk our trays to an open spot at one of the long tables and gingerly setthem down before sitting across from...

...each other ingerad stares ot thedifferent shades of amber before her. You can't expect me to drink all ofthis. No, but I'm asking you to at least try each one. I take the lightestcolored one in my hand, give it a quick swirl and take a SIP light. Weedy goesdown easy. The perfect introduction to bier I reach out to hand it to her, butingard shakes her head. I'm not drinking that yet come on!Please just try it. She sighs and takes the glass for me downing it all in onegulp, her nose, crinkles and she squeezes her eyes shut coughing a bitonce the liquid goes down. That was not great! Okay, okay, not a fan of theWheat Ale! You want to try something: a little frurtier. We go through the flights drink bydrink and, while it'd be a stretch to call anger it a beer lover by the endof it. I think I did a decent job of opening her eyes to what's out there orthe very least she's tipsy enough, that...

...after a while, she doesn't really mindthe bitter bite of the hoppier options. We finished the last beer in theflights, her eyelids droop ever so slightly. So is this the big Shinyngdream that made you finally pack up and leave that shed hole. We grew up in shespins her fingers in circles pointed at the ceiling, an easy smile on her lips, yeah Kinda. I take a deep breathlooking around if I could be half as successful tothis place. Id Be fucking set, and what makes you think y? U of somethingdifferent to offer. It's an honest question and coming from anyone else,hi would sting but coming from angred. It just feels important. I pauselooking down at my hands and decide to give her an honest, important answer.You know you may not be the biggest fan of wherewe come from, but I had a different...

...experience with it in college thingsweren't going so well between my parents and my dad walked out on us for a littlewhile, Oh my God, no, I had no idea dsosno, it's fine, we weren't superopen about it, but you know how that town is everyonefound out eventually, but instead of shutting us out or treating us like, wewere weird. Everyone was just so nice making us dinners shipping into help keep the lights on and never asking for anything in return. They came together for us in a real way,and it's not something that I've ever taken for granted is your mom. Okay, yeah she pulledthrough the divorce was official a few yearsago, but they've sort of made amends things, aren't postile between us andmy dad, but they're different. Now I pause and glance up at her unsure ofwhether I've shared too much but she's...

...watching me intently her eyes,insisting that I go on anyway. I've always wanted to find someway to get back, but I wasn't sure what I had to offer and then it hit me. I've always beenpretty okay at brewing, and Lord knows those people hake to drink. You can say that again, and I figureI'll keep everything local, all my wheat, all my hops, you know reallyinvest in the small local businesses around me. If we get to a place wherewe can start distributing state wide, then maybe we can even get people tostart coming in from other places, make our little Shit town a touristdestination, ingerd stares at me and shakes her head, a small smile slowlyforming across her lips shit. No, I didn't know this brewery thing ran thatI mean who the fluck knows of anything will even come of it. Don't say that I think it's a great idea and you'd bean idiot not to at least try. She...

...reaches out and places her hand overmine on top of the table. My whole body tences at her touch my heart rateinstantly picking up pace without even thinking I leaned forward my eyestrained on her lips. She meets me halfway and her lips are even softeragainst mine than I remember when we part I'm in a Dazs but Ingrad'seyes are laser focussed on me on my mouth I want to get out of here. I cancall an nooper NHEAD to my place. NSHE cuts me off already standing andslinging her purse over her shoulder, but you're all the way back in the city.I trail behind her as she walks at a shocking pace out of the building onceer outside she turned so abruptly our faces are suddenly less than a footapart. No, I trust me it'll be with it. We can't keep our hands off each other.The entire UBA rides in her apartment, and I swear I've, never cursed New Yorktraffic more than in that thirty minute...

...drive it's torture being so close tohaving what you want, but not quite being able to do it. Not If you don'twant to be arrested for republic, an decency that is once in her building,we practically sprint to the elevator immediately resuming our breathlessheated makeout, taking her head in both my hands. I crushed my mouth into hersand back her up against the wall. The fabric around my Zipp are beginning tostrain. Is this okay? I ask the question whilemoving my lips to the velvet skin between her ear and shoulder her handsslide over my back pressing her hips into mine, we stumble out of the elevator and downthe hall to her door. She quickly unlocks the door and clambers throughit grabbing my hand and leading me to her room. I take quick stock of herplace on the short walk through it. Sleek modern furniture, lots of naturallight. It would almost look sterile if...

...it weren't for the Plethra of houseplants on virtually every surface. Somehow this feels perfectly ingrid when we get to her room. She turns tome give me one. Second, I nod and she slips into the bathroomshutting the door behind her. I hear the fosset turn on. As I look aroundthe room, which is admittedly more feminine than I was expecting, I'm surprised by the number of pictureshanging on her walls most of the people in them. I don't recognize, save for acouple O familiar faces from high school and her parents, who I still seeevery once in a while at football games and state fares, I'm looking at aholiday photo of ingred in her parents and matching knit sweaters when thebathroom door opens, and I hear her footsteps behind Me Ingrid. How are youbut before I can finish my question, I turnd to find her inches away from me,her eyelids heavy and inviting she loops her arms around my neck. As herlips mean mine again, her tongue's sliding into my mouth, our BODI's meat,causing a violent twitch between my...

...thighs, the kind Ingri, definitelynotices Shouldi. She leans back her fingertips, incingunder the Hem of my shirt. I nod and she pulls it over my shoulders. Shedoes the same with her cream silky top gently tugging it loose from thewastband of her jeans. We continue ondressing until we're down to ourunderwear chests heaving all the blood in my body pumping straight between mylegs staring at her now. I realized just howmuch I've wanted this, how good and right it feels that weshould be together now placing one hand on her cheek. I pull her to me and kissher softer and slower than before, savouring the feeling of her plush lipsagainst mine, the heavy floral cent of her shampoo. She guides me to the edgeof her bed and we fall on to it our body's curling. Together I look down ather painties. Can I help you out of...

...those only if I can retoin the favorher skin is soft and supple beneath my fingertips, as I slide the lavenderfabric over her hips and down her legs, tossing them into the corner, my skinlights, up where her fingertips touch me brushing my hips as she stretchesthe elastic grazing, my thighs as she pulls the breefs down. My Cock SpringsFree, straining for her my mind, spinning with all the images of what Iwant to do to her, but none of that matters, if she's notinto it too n we don't have to have sex. I pull backa little to look her in the eye. I know we don't have to go any further. I just want to make sure no. She wrapsan arm around my waist and pulls herself closer to me. I want you tofuck me. You don't have to tell me twice ten week: Turnabout is written byAmelia j produced by concentual,...

...creating Steami Feminist First RomanceVorioirls, special thanks to baby money and the Downtaes for the use of ourtheme, Song, O boy head, sound engineer, John mcale, mixing by spiral likecreative, mastering by eating thebor, follow us Pat Consentoal pod onintagrand and follow at Vemoobloon and a anegiler to watch this love storyplay out on your insrtent. This episode was performed by Alison Grichal inTravistanaho Tunein next week to hear ingard decide. I don't care how goodthe sex is. No Man is worth getting a sucking UTI.

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