Gender: Male Age: 22 Location: New England
|Introduction: The meet|
Lying on my bed the next day, it was all I could do to not smack myself in the face over and over again for what I had done. Not only had I pissed Eve off, I had put her into a situation where our relationship stood to be exposed, if we didn’t handle it carefully. On top of that, by now Brook will have heard that I was meeting Jade today. I could understand why they would be angry, but I didn’t care, I knew I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I just wanted to know what to expect next year. My greatest fear was that of the unknown, and this gave me a chance to take care of that fear. I didn’t have a problem making new friends, and I knew I could handle the workload, but by just talking to someone who went there would be a huge load off my shoulders.
“Why so gloomy panda bear?” my sister’s amused voice eased into my room.
“Go away,” I mumbled, putting my arm over my face. I was in no mood for her garbage. The next thing I felt was her hand on my chest.
“But don’t you have a date today?” she persisted.
“It’s not a fucking date! And how the hell would you know?” I growled, annoyed with her near perfect ability to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
“A sister knows these things,” she said in a hurt voice, like I had insulted her. Jade had called later that night, after realizing she hadn’t given me a where and when. I was to meet her in the food court around noon. I looked to the clock and figured I could get a shower in before I had to leave.
“Well whatever. I’m taking a shower, sooo beat it.”
“Tom, you…” she trailed off as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her vibrating cell, grinning broadly when she saw who was calling. I grabbed a fresh set of clothes and turned my back on her, heading for the bathroom.
“Hi Marshal! No, not yet. Well yeah of course you could expect that. No honey, I know how it feels sometimes. No, ya, not true…that was his fault and you know it, Rick was a tool.” I just so happened to turn around at the bathroom door and caught her staring at me as she talked. “Oh please. I know for a fact you won’t have any trouble. No, don’t worry, he’s perfectly capable. Shush,” she giggled girlishly, “did you really? So what did you do last weekend anyways?”
I stopped listening at that point, stepping fully into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.
When I stepped out, I could still hear her chattering away on the phone from her room. Shaking my head, I dumped my stuff in the laundry bin and gathered up my wallet and cell. I had arranged for a friend of mine to drive me to the mall, well aware that he wasn’t doing anything this time of day.
By the time we got there I was legitimately nervous. I didn’t understand that. And by the time I reached the food court I was sweating, and tense too, like ridiculously so. I looked hard but couldn’t find her, figuring I was early, I went and bought myself some pizza.
I was halfway through my second slice when, “Hey there stranger,” I nearly had a heart attack. On top of that, I was halfway to taking a bite and ended up with more sauce on my face than when I was baby eating spaghetti.
“Holy shit!” I yelped.
“Aww, poor thing,” Jade cooed, stalking around the table from behind me. “Why so tense?”
“No idea,” I confessed, plucking a napkin from the dispenser and beginning to clean my face off.
“Were you nervous about meeting me, Tom?” she teased.
“No!” I scoffed, feeling I had sufficiently cleaned my face of Pizzatella’s secret sauce.
“Missed a spot,” she smirked, pushing a finger into her tanned and freckled cheek. I swiped at my cheek with the napkin, but apparently to no avail.
She bit her lip playfully, “Nope.” She wetted a napkin with a delicate tongue and quickly wiped my cheek before I could pull away.
I sat there stunned for a moment as she plucked a pepperoni from my pizza and popped it in her mouth. “So, is there something specific you want to know about next year? Or should I just unload my wealth of experience upon you?”
I nodded dumbly. She giggled girlishly, despite her husky voice she still managed to hit those delightful high pitches.
An hour later I was hanging on her every word, the girl could talk, and talk well. I learned more from her than I did from every piece of literature they sent me, the tours, and the website. She told me stories that included little tidbits that I never would have learned from adult instructors. She was involved in a sorority and as it turned out, was involved in the freshman orientation program. Which meant there was a good chance I would see her again when I went in for the overnight orientation in a week. That fact seemed to get her particularly excited, though she covered it exceedingly well. But by the time she started to lose steam, I apparently still looked a little out of it. We’d left the food court by then, slowly walking down the main drag towards the opposite end of the mall. I couldn’t get over how tall she was, easily six-two or six-three. But she wasn’t gawky or awkward at all, her confident persona fitting her frame.
She cocked her head and smiled sweetly, “What’s the matter?”
“You have the same look on you face as you did when those two girlfriends of yours stole you shorts.” She giggled, “You aren’t having girl troubles are you?”
“Kinda,” I mumbled.
“But you have two!”
“Yeah, and I kind of pissed them off by coming here.”
She gave me a confused look. She thought the same way I did!
“They don’t trust you very much.”
“What? Innocent little me?” she snickered, hip-checking me, almost sending me crashing into a perfume kiosk.
Pursing her lips in a supreme effort not to laugh, she grabbed me around the shoulders and steadied me. “I’m so sorry, I get a little excited sometimes and it doesn’t help that I don’t know my own strength.” That was a boldfaced lie; she knew perfectly well what she was capable of.
Though, I was quite content to be steadied by her surprisingly strong embrace. “Yeah, I’m sure. You played hockey didn’t you?”
She squealed in delight, “How’d you know?” I looked at her blankly. “Oh, right. Yeah, I played all high school.”
“Now who’s impressive?” I teased. She couldn’t stop herself from blushing this time. “Ha! Finally!” I declared triumphantly, pointing at her now rosy cheek.
“Oh ha, you made me blush. It’s not that hard,” she said dismissively, turning her nose up and letting me go.
“Yes it is. You hide your emotions too much.”
She stopped walking, “No I don’t,” she protested. I had kept walking, waiting for her to catch up.
She scurried up next to me, “I don’t,” she grumbled.
“Fine, big baby, you don’t,” I chuckled, trying to mimic her hip-check, and failing miserably. She didn’t even move!
“Hmm, that was cute,” she giggled.
Now it was my turn to blush, though, more from embarrassment than anything else. “Quiet you.” We had passed the escalator and were headed towards the exit.
“Wait, where are we going?” I asked.
She smiled, “My car of course.”
“I have some left over stuff I can give you, save you some trouble.”
“You have that stuff in your car?”
She smiled sheepishly, “Well, no, they’re at my apartment. You don’t mind do you?”
“No, no that’s fine.” I thought for a second. “You have your own apartment?”
“Nah, I have two roommates,” she admitted as we reached her car, a very flashy looking black sedan.
“Oh? And will we be seeing them while we’re there?”
“We better not,” she muttered to herself, then turned to me with a smile, “But if we do it won’t be a problem, Amy and Big Beth are sweet.”
“Big Beth?” I snickered.
“You’ll see,” she replied coyly. We headed out of the mall area, gunning for the more urban side of town. We’d been engaged in pleasant small talk until we pulled up to a very large apartment building.
As we got out she looked around and groaned, “Damn, they’re home. Come on Tommy.” The way she said my name set off a weird feeling in my gut, but I suppressed it savagely. Entering the building, we stepped into the elevator, alone. We leaned against opposite sides of the elevator car, listening to the lame music. She looked like she was trying to say something but couldn’t quite manage it.
After a moment she took a deep breath and opened her mouth just as the elevator doors opened and a young couple stepped in. She closed her mouth and ground her teeth in frustration. When next the doors opened it was our turn to step out. She led me down a long hallway to a door marked ‘440’.
She raised her fist to knock on the door, figuring it would be easier to have one of the roommates open the door for her. But before her knuckles hit wood, the door was flung open by a thin, ebony skinned goddess. She was dressed in a pair of hip-hugging jeans and a white halter top. Her glossy black hair shimmered about her shoulders and her light brown eyes gave me a quick once over before turning on Jade. She looked like a less spoiled Tyra Banks.
“God, you take for-eva girl! The garbage disposal broke again,” she scolded, seizing Jade’s arm and forcibly yanking her into the apartment. I was left standing awkwardly in the door, temporarily forgotten.
“I swear, you two are absolutely retarded,” Jade was saying. “Tom, come on!” she called back to me. I stepped in nervously, closing the door behind me. The apartment was a scene of chaos typical of young adults set free into the real world. Cheap, poorly arranged furniture, debris from parties long past strewn about, clothes thrown around in disarray, ect ect.
“Tom’s here?” an extremely girly voce cried out from behind a couch set up in front of a surprisingly expensive looking television.
“Beth, don’t touch him!” Jade cried in warning as a small shape launched over the back of the couch at me. I caught a glimpse of bright red hair and a cute face full of freckles flying through the air. She couldn’t have been more than five feet tall.
I squeezed my eyes shut, resigned to the pain her impact would cause. It never came however. I opened my eyes and saw that same face suspended in midair, pale arms reaching out for me, fingertips mere inches from my face. ‘Big’ Beth was caught on Jade’s shoulder, wriggling fiercely in her unmovable grip.
With a sigh, she gave up and sagged over Jade’s back. “Jade told us what you did at the beach, Tom. I thought that was sooo…” she couldn’t quite grasp the word she intended, “so awesome at any rate. My boyfriend wouldn’t do that for me.”
“Aw jeez, Beth, don’t start with that again,” Amy complained walking past the two and lightly back handing Beth’s tush.
“Alright, I’m gonna lock her up, then we wont have to worry about your safety,” Jade said, hauling Beth off to a door down a short hall.
“Lock her up?” I asked Amy incredulously.
“Yeah honey, when Beth gets…um…excited, she can get a little difficult to be around. And only Jade can reach the lock so, it works,” she answered unabashedly, like it was obvious.
“Jade please!” I heard a muffled voice scream from behind the door she had just closed and locked. “Just give me an hour with him!” Jade laughed. “Okay I can do it in five, just give me five fucking minutes, Jade!”
“Like I said, when she gets excited she’s hard to handle,” Amy said, shaking her head.
“Let’s go Tom,” Jade sighed, pulling me into her room as Amy plopped onto the couch in Beth’s place. Once in her room, she closed the door and sighed again, crossing the room and flopping facedown onto her bed. Once again I was left standing uneasy and awkward.
“I’m sorry about that, really I am,” she rolled over and sat up, readjusting her huge chest.
“So…um…” I started nervously.
“Oh, right, the stuff.” She hopped off the bed and went down on her hands and knees next to it, reaching underneath. I would have to have been blind not to have seen her ass jutting into the air, staring at me. I could even hear the creaking of her shorts as the fabric stretched. Suddenly I was uncomfortably hot and I could not look away, even as she continued talking.
“I still have the sheets I used freshman year. The beds are like, fucked up…” she said in a strained voice, really trying hard to reach what she wanted, yet unwilling to get up and try from the other side of the bed. “You need special sheets, otherwise you end up with your feet sticking out the end. You know what I mean being as tall as you are. Trust me, I washed them several times, they’ve just been sitting under here.” She finally pulled out a trash bag and stood up, handing it to me.
I gave her a ‘you-can’t-be-serious’ look. She shrugged, “It was all I could find.”
“Well, thanks Jade,” I said graciously, smiling.
“Oh! And I have this,” she said suddenly, digging into her pocket. She pulled out a plastic card and handed it to me. It was a fifty dollar gift card to a thrift store I had never heard of.
“That place is a godsend! It has absolutely everything you’ll need, and for dirt cheap too. Except for the sheets. I only used like ten bucks on that thing too so, and plus, you’ll get another one when you go for orientation. The school has some kind of special deal with that store.”
“Cool, thank you so much,” I said genuinely.
“You’re welcome,” she chortled, clasping her hands behind her back and rocking her hips from side to side.
“So, um…now what?” I asked nervously.
“Oh!” she started, apparently jarred back to reality by my voice, “Well there was this one little favor you could do for me.” As she spoke, she wandered around her room, circling me once and stopping by the door.
“Sure, name it,” I responded, turning to face her.
Her eyes lit up, “This.” She seized my shoulders and pulled me into her. She must have ‘misjudged’ her strength again, because she ended up slamming back against the door with a loud thud.
“Yeah Jade, do work!” Amy’s bored voice called from the living room. I however, didn’t really notice, what with my face getting tangled up with hers. I tried to pull away, but this Amazonian proportioned beauty held on to me for dear life as she kissed me. Her big tits squashed against my upper chest in a strange new sensation that I hadn’t quite experienced with Brook or Eve.
“Make love to me, Tom,” she breathed, her voice easily the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I know it sounds bad, but if either Brook or Eve had a voice like Jade’s, I would never leave them alone.
“What?” I gasped, managing to pull myself free of her full lips. “You don’t even know me!”
“I know that you’re caring and compassionate, you’re funny, you don’t care that I’m taller than you, I can go on but I don’t think I need to.” She managed to deepen her voice even more, “That’s enough for me.” Despite my unwillingness, the closeness of her body, her voice, and the tiny forays her hips made into my crotch had combined to make me extremely hot, shrinking my shorts considerably.
I gulped, “Jade, if you know that,” I cringed as she spun us around, pinning me against the door, “uhn, if you know that, then you know I won’t do this, can’t do this to Brook and Eve.”
“I know that, that’s why this will be a one time thing. They could handle that, right?” I wasn’t so sure about that, Eve got annoyed whenever I slept with Brook, this would probably drive her over the mental breaking point.
“No, Jade!” I said forcefully, maneuvering my arms in such a way as to push her back.
“B-but, your s…” she let the next word die on her lips, realizing she had just made a big mistake. It just so happened that my eyes fell on an award framed on her wall. It read ‘For academic excellence senior year: Jade Alexa Marshall’
It took me a full second to put everything together. “Your last name is Marshall?” I asked in a hollow voice.
With a defeated sigh, she sat down on the end of her bed and looked up at me, “Yes.”
“I can not believe she did this to me,” I said quietly, my rage building.
“She just wants the best for me. I’ve never been very good with guys.” She paused, struggling to say what she needed. “I’ve only had two boyfriends, and those didn’t last past the first kiss.”
My anger evaporated in an instant. “You can’t be serious? You’re gorgeous, you’re twenty-one, and you’re in college!”
She blushed lightly at the compliment and shrugged, “So? How is that going to help me, I’m not some easy slut. A purely sexual relationship isn’t what I want. And those are the only guys I’ve come across.” She muttered something else that I didn’t quite catch.
She looked away, and when she turned her hazel eyes back on me they shone with potential tears. “You’re different.”
I was totally confused. She wanted a meaningful relationship that wasn’t based on sex, and yet, she had tried to sleep with me right off the bat.
“What did my sister tell you that made you think trying to sleep with me would accomplish anything? She knows damn well I’m in a relationship that I’d rather die than break.”
Jade looked shocked at my confession, indeed, I too was a little surprised at myself. Generally at this age genuine love doesn’t show itself, yet with that statement I knew exactly what I had on my hands with…with…with whom? What I had with Brook and Eve was certainly special, but… I decided now was not the time to think about that. What I needed to do now was get out of here so I could make that decision.
“I figured you’d be more inclined to hear me out if…if you saw how much I liked you.”
I snorted, she was about as bad as I was a few years ago, thinking that sex was the gateway to love. “Jade, listen to me very carefully,” I moved over to her and leaned in close, she shifted uncomfortably but turned her eyes up to mine, “you are a good person, I can tell. I may not be the most experienced person in the world so take my advice only on what you know about me. You don’t need to fuck someone to know they’re right for you, you’ll recognize that quality when you come across it.” I had no idea what I was saying, but I had to say something to put her mind at ease and hope that she didn’t try to get with me again.
“Had I been…smarter, I would have noticed Brook trying constantly to get my attention. Truth be told, even if we didn’t realize it, we cared for each other. “ Jade blinked at that, a tiny smile quirking her lips. “You’ll find someone, and if not, someone will find you.”
“Is that what happened with your boss?” she asked softly.
“Who, Eve?” Oh…my…god. “Shit.” She smiled sympathetically and reached out, taking my hand and gently pulling me down next to her. She scooted over a bit, as if she thought by sitting too close I would get scared off.
“Now see, if I had done what Kelly had asked, I’d be on my cell phone right now.” The wavering edge to her voice had disappeared, as had her tears and the hurt look on her face. For all intents and purposes she was perfectly fine.
I looked at her with pleading eyes, “Please…”
“Shh, shh, I’m not going to do that. You know why?” I shook my head slowly, glumly. “Because you obviously love her. I’m not an idiot Tom, this whole act of mine was just to get you to give that up for your sister.” Shocked, my mouth hung open and my incredulous look made her smile. “Though, I wouldn’t mind having a little ‘fun’ with you. You’re are really great guy and I pray Brook and Eve realize just how lucky they are to have you.” She was going to make me fucking cry, I could feel it way down in my gut. “Now look, everything I’ve told you is true, except for all that crap a few minutes ago, and I hope you know what I mean.” I’d never been tricked like this before. I sniffed, feeling hot tears well up.
“Aww, come here,” she cooed, hugging me to her, my face pressed into her huge chest. “I swear on my life, I’ll tell no one, ok? You can come over here anytime you want if you want to talk about it or whatever. It generally works out that if I’m not here one of them will be.” She gestured at the door, meaning Amy and Beth. “But I’m serious; if it’s just Beth, make sure you have a god damn chastity belt on or something.” I choked out a laugh, feeling marginally better. “But um yeah, you have my number, call me anytime. Hopefully, this hasn’t totally killed your relationship and I hope you wont think any less of me for what I did?”
Reluctantly leaving her breasts’ comforting embrace, I sat up straight, wiping my eyes. “No, it should be alright. And no, I think less of my sister…again.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized, making a cute face.
Finally calm, I said, “Ah, no big deal. Nothing I can’t fix.”
“Good.” she hugged me again, running a playful hand through my short hair. “So tell me, how is it sleeping with someone almost twice your age? She is thirty right?”
My face burned and I turned my head away, embarrassed.
“Oh please tell, what happens with Jade stays with Jade, I wont tell,” she giggled, shaking me by the shoulder.
“Eve,” I smiled, shaking my head, “Eve knows a lot about a lot. That’s all I’m going to say.”
“Oh boo! What about having two girlfriends? That must get,” she bit her lip, “entertaining sometimes, huh?”
She was just a bit too interested in this topic. “Yeah, it can get…interesting.”
“Oh my god, you’re no fun!” she whined, shoving me and nearly sending me to the floor.
I laughed, “What did you expect me to say?”
“I don’t know, details. Amy never tells me the stuff she does with her boyfriend and Beth, well she does, but I don’t want to hear it.” I snorted before breaking into laughter. My eye caught the clock and I swore.
“Damn, can you take me home?”
She pouted, “But it’s only four. Can’t you stay?”
“I’d love to but I want to see Brook sooner rather than later. Eve probably told her some wild story.”
“Oh, ok that makes sense.” She stood and helped me up, handing me the trash bag from where I had dropped it by the door.
“Can I at least tell my friends we did it?” she asked before I had opened the door.
I thought for a second before smiling wickedly at her. “One, I think it’s obvious to everyone we didn’t,” I said in a tone that suggested if we did, she would have been screaming and half the building would have heard her. “And two,” I opened the door and stepped into the main room, “you can tell them you have potential.” An excited smile threatened to overcome her fierce blushing.
“Nice to meet you Amy, give my best to Beth,” I said coolly, walking towards the door.
“Yea, see ya ‘round Tommy,” she called back as I left. Jade, still rooted in her doorway, took a few moments to wipe the dumb smile off her face before rushing after me.
I was pushing the lobby button on the elevator when she caught up with me. “Did you mean that?” she asked breathlessly when the doors opened.
I stepped in, “Mean what?”
“That you’d consider…you know?”
“I’m not following you.”
“Toooom, dooon’t,” she whined, stamping her foot.
“Perhaps,” I said quietly, “but if it happens, and I stress the word IF, no one’s going to know about it, understand?”
She nodded her head vigorously, sending her sable hair every which way.
“Good.” Without warning she grabbed my head and kissed me again, my back pushed into the mirrored elevator wall. I pushed her away, gasping for breath.
“Not now, Jade!”
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” she replied guiltily, stepping back and tucking her hair back behind her ears. “You’re a good kisser, even when you don’t want to.”
“Yeah well, I’ve had lots of practice,” I said without thinking.
The doors opened and we stepped out into the lobby, heading for the front doors. “By the way,” I started, “what in the hell is it about me that gets you older women all hot and bothered?”
“Don’t you know Tommy?” she said as we climbed into her car, “it’s all the rage nowadays to have a handsome young boy toy to play with.”
Laughing, I said, “Really, is that all?”
“Well in your case,” she eyed me hungrily, causing me to draw away from her just in case, “you just radiate youthful innocence, which I for one, want to take away from you, and take it away hard.” As soon as she said that she couldn’t stop herself from laughing, leaving me confused as the whether or not she was serious. Now that I thought about it, Eve had said something similar that first time in her apartment. Instead of having her take me directly home, I had her drop me off at Brook’s house, which ended up being a shorter drive anyways.
As she pulled up to the curb and I made to get out, she stopped me. “Just think about…please?” I was tempted to kiss her to ease her mind but didn’t want to risk Brook seeing me.
“Aww, so cute.” She scowled at me. “Try not to think about it, when it happens it’ll happen.” I deliberately said when instead of if, while I had her so enthralled with me I was going to have some fun with it. If things worked like I planned, the poor girl would end up thinking about what I said constantly.
She was beaming when I got out of the car and waved goodbye, making me feel bad for just a second before I told myself it would be worth it. She drove off and I turned around, heading for the front door, still holding the trash bag. It was a good thing I hadn’t kissed Jade, because I wasn’t five feet from the door when it slammed open, revealing a clearly angry Brook dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“You must have balls of steel showing up here with her,” she hissed acidly.
A knot twisted into existence in my stomach, but I couldn’t tell if it meant I wanted to get emotional or if I was just scared. I hoped for the former. Ignoring her words completely, I strode in and grabbed her up in my arms, hugging her tightly. A startled squeak was the only noise she could get out before her face became buried in my chest. I sniffed, feeling like I was going to fucking cry again! I rocked back and forth, lowering my face into her fragrant hair and taking a shuddering breath.
She put her arms around me and patted my back comfortingly, “Tom, what’s the matter?” I didn’t answer, resolving to hold her until I felt better. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long, the knowledge that she was mine and that she wouldn’t leave me over something as stupid as this misunderstanding, was reassuring.
I had calmed down enough after a few minutes to say, “I love you, Brook.” I let her go and had to stifle a laugh as she dropped an inch back to the floor.
“I love you too, Tom,” she said, totally confused and even more concerned that something was wrong. I sighed, relieved and exhausted.
I turned my head and wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, taking a steadying breath. “And you of all people know that my balls are hardly made of steel.”
She laughed, letting go of the tension she had built up since she saw me pull up. “But seriously, are you going to tell me what happened today?” she asked.
“Sure.” I made to start walking into the living room but she grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to her room. Apparently no one was home, which is why I became all the more uneasy when she closed the door to her room behind us.
“So?” she prompted, throwing herself on her large bed and making herself comfortable, “Dish.”
I sat at the end of her bed, fearful that, as I told her about certain parts of my day, I would need to make a run for it. She eyed me suspiciously but said nothing, only gave me an expectant look. I started off explaining why I met Jade, setting her mind at ease almost at once. Apparently, Eve had given her the impression that I was meeting to partake in something a tad more sordid than finding out about my future. I was prepared to make a break for the door when I told her how Jade had come on to me the first time.
Cringing, I looked for any sign of what was to come. Se twitched, making me jump.
“She kissed you…and then begged you to fuck her?” her voice was a disbelieving hiss.
“Well, um, yeah…she worded it differently but that’s the jist of it,” I said cautiously.
She narrowed her eyes, “You didn’t, did you?”
I glared at her, hurt that she would even think I was capable of that. It devolved into a staring contest that she eventually lost.
“Right, sorry,” she apologized. I told her the rest of the story, thankful that she’d calmed down. She shook her head in disappointment when I revealed that the whole thing had more or less been set up by my sister.
I stood up and walked around her room, “No, I’m the one who should be sorry.” I had my back turned and jumped when her arms wrapped around my middle.
“Alright, I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I don’t understand it.”
“Well no offense,” she started, nuzzling her face between my shoulder blades, “but in high school, you weren’t exactly popular with the ladies right?”
“Well now that you met Eve, there’s something different about you. I know you’ve changed, that’s what helped me…you know, make my own move. But now Jade’s on you. What happened?”
“Confidence,” I said simply. “Didn’t you know that girls love that?”
She giggled, “Oh yeah, I forgot about that.”
“Mhm,” I said smugly. Turning around in her arms, I reached down and got a grip under her ribs and lifted. One of the best things about my girls, was that they were small and light, which equaled easy handling. And to my surprise, my wrist didn’t object and my fingers didn’t have to close either. She giggled delightedly, equally surprised at the use of my left hand and instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist.
“Ooh, I see what you mean,” she kissed me tenderly, looping her arms around my neck. She blushed suddenly, looking into my eyes. That was something I hadn’t experience lately, her astounding grey eyes, depthless and unfathomable. My vision tunneled to the point where I only saw her eyes, even when she spoke I didn’t see her mouth.
“I was wondering…Eve um, she never told me what you guys uh…did, yesterday,” she asked as nonchalantly as she possibly could.
Now it was my turn to get excited, “You want to know what we did?” She nodded. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” she stammered, blushing harder, “I’m…curious.” She got something out of it, that was for sure, and I was fine with that.
“Well, Eve had this little nurse’s uniform,” I said.
“Really? What did it look like?”
“Ummm,” I took my good hand from her ass where I had been helping hold her up and put it behind her neck. I was heartened to see how much she trusted me, leaning back against my hand. I took my other hand from her hip and poked four points on her torso. “There were big buttons here, and little red crosses here,” I gently poked a finger into her breasts where I (correctly) assumed her nipples were. The fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra helped. She smiled, her eyes darting down to my fingers before returning to my eyes. “Aaand, it stopped right about here,” I lightly karate chopped her upper thigh and upper arm.
“Sounds sexy,” she said, a little envious sounding.
“It was, but you know what?”
She smiled, revealing her perfect white teeth, “What?”
I held her tighter to me and turned around, pinning her between the wall and my body. “I couldn’t help but imagine you in it.”
“Mmm, yeah? And how did I look?” she breathed, grinding her hips against my stomach and leaning in to kiss me deeply.
“You looked so good. But, I think there would have been a problem.”
Her legs tightened around me dramatically, “Oh?”
I smirked, “You wouldn’t have fit, right around here.” I put both hands over her breasts and squeezed.” She sighed contentedly, pushing her chest out against my hands.
“Well, Eve does have small titties,” she gasped as I pushed my caged cock between her legs. “Big boy like you…uhnn, that feels sooo good…deserves more.”
“Aww, you’re so sweet,” I teased. She always loved it when I played with her tits and today was no exception.
She groaned at a particularly rough push of my hips, “Then what?”
“Oooohh, tell me, Tom!” she pleaded in frustration, in my opinion probably because she was still fully clothed. I used my bad hand to start teasing her nipples through her light shirt, while I roughly shoved my good hand into her sweatpants. She gasped again, shocked, then cried out as I pushed my ring and middle fingers into her soaked cunt. I fingered her like my life depended on it, my hand jerking up and down with my fingers curled upwards inside of her, giving her G my full attention.
“We fucked, long and slow,” I whispered slowly in her ear, accentuating every word. She closed her eyes, letting out a shuddering breath as her entire body began to shake.
“Tooom! Don’t stop!” Her voice shook as I picked up the pace, my hand starting to blur. I knew my arm would be useless after this but I hoped it would be worth it.
Just as my arm started to cramp she clenched her teeth, “Fuuuck!” Her eyes actually rolled back into her head as she exploded all over my fingers and hand. She shook so violently that I had to squeeze close to her so she didn’t gyrate out from between me and the wall. I slowed my hand but didn’t stop it, slowly fingering her as she came down from her epic climax. Her shaking stopped, but she twitched spasmodically every few seconds. I thought it was a good idea to put her down before I dropped her. I had one bad arm and one that was going numb. She collapsed against me, still twitching and I carefully brought her back to bed, gently laying her down and clearing the hair from her pretty face.
“Oh Jesus, Tom! Where did you learn how to do that?” she asked quietly, beckoning me to sit down next to her. Her voice had a dreamy quality to it, like her head was still in a fog.
“Internet,” I replied simply.
She reached out and took hold of the front of my shirt, trying to pull me down on top of her, but just didn’t seem to have the strength. Smiling, I let her pull me close, cradling my head to her chest. I could hear her heart racing.
“You…” she took a deep, steadying breath, “That was…awesome, I’m not denying that. But you had better not be watching porn while you’re mine.”
“Aww, fear not hotstuff. I saw that a while ago, before I belonged to the two of you.”
She sighed, closing her eyes, “I uh…god Tom, you fucking destroyed me.” A self satisfied grin appeared on my face at that.
“But now I feel bad,” she pouted.
“Because I could never make you feel that good,” she looked thoroughly disheartened at this.
“Of course you can…” I started to say.
“No baby, you don’t get it. That was…mind blowing. I-I can’t do anything like that.” I sat up, grinning, if she complimented me any more my head would explode.
“Well, you can try…right?” I asked delicately.
She smiled, “No, no Tom. What did we just finish talking about? Demand your sex from me.”
My face burned. I couldn’t do that. I told her as much and blushed harder.
“Aww, you’re such a sweet guy, that’s why I love you,” she smiled lovingly and kissed me. “But don’t be afraid to ask.” She lay back, waiting for my response. “And besides, I feel like some kind of slut asking for it all the time.”
I floundered for a moment, trying to come up with something that didn’t sound ridiculous.
She giggled, “Alright, we’ll work on it. Say, ‘Fuck me Brook’.
“Fuck me Brook,” I repeated.
“As you wish, baby,” she purred. And with that, she pounced on me; her clothes were gone a moment later, as were mine. My sides ached a little bit where her knees pressed against the bruises, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
“God, I’m still all tingly,” she said, surprised. She grabbed my stiff cock and easily guided the head into her soaked opening.
“Not wasting any time are you?” I remarked with a smile.
“Hmm nope!” she replied in a strained voice, as she slowly lowered herself down my length. I groaned as she hit bottom, her body quivering inside and out. She took a halting breath and started slowly rocking her hips back and forth. Her familiar tightness was just as breathtaking as always. I reached out and pulled her down to me, wrapping my good arm around her lower back. She snaked her own arms around my head and tucked my face into her neck, using the leverage to pump her hips faster and harder. I nibbled her neck, pleased to hear her moan into my hair.
“Nnnhn, Tom…” she was sucking in sharp breaths, a sure sign she was ‘enjoying’ herself, “I’m not gonna be able to make it.” She was whimpering pathetically, obviously having a hard time of it.
“Uhh, don’t w-worry. God, you feel so good!”
“I-I…ahhh!” She actually scared me by cumming so suddenly. “Nooo,” she groaned, her juices flowing for the second time in less than twenty minutes. She completely deflated on top of me, her heart hammering so hard against her chest I could feel it.
“I can’t…I’m sorry, I can’t,” she gasped exhaustedly, rolling off of me. It almost hurt to have my cock untimely ripped from her flooded, gripping cunt.
I gritted my teeth and tried to sit up, “Its okay, I…umph!” She thumped a hand onto my sternum, knocking me onto to my back again.
“I didn’t say I was done,” she smirked, grabbing my dick and pumping it as she maneuvered herself just so. Ambitiously, she damn near swallowed my entire shaft. She choked, backing off to a more manageable amount, and resumed her first legit blowjob attempt. Once she was comfortable she went at it with gusto. Enthusiastic as she was, she needed practice, she was no Eve. Her teeth kept running over very sensitive parts. But, nevertheless, her soft lips and nimble tongue did the job.
I sighed as my body released itself into her mouth. She must not have expected it, because she squeaked and her eyes bugged out. I could see her throat working as she swallowed, but despite her efforts a little bit seeped out of the corners of her mouth. Gasping, she let her head drop onto my thigh.
“You don’t hate me, do you?” she asked suddenly.
“What? Why in the hell would I hate you?”
“Because I couldn’t keep going and I had to switch and I’m terrible at blowjobs and I can’t do anything right,” she gushed, but she spoke with such seriousness I was taken aback for a moment.
“You can’t be serious?” I gaped at her, she was! She averted her eyes from me and looked off towards her closet. “No! Are you insane?” I reached out and took her face in my hands, well, hand and cast, forcing her eyes back to mine. “Brook?”
I said very slowly, “That is the dumbest thing you’ve ever said.” A faint smile crept up on her pout and killed it, revealing her perfect teeth.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, somehow still smiling.
“That’s alright, just don’t you dare think that kind of thing ever again.”
“Okay.” I took my bad hand away from her face and used my good hand to push in her blushing cheeks, puffing out her lips.
I chuckled, she was so cute. “But um, I think we’re going to have to do something about this,” I said, getting off the bed and tugging my boxers back on.
“Oh?” she asked playfully, lying back on her pillows, still naked and slightly out of breath. I flexed my good arm and stretched it out, satisfied that it had sufficiently recovered for another go. Next, I cracked my fingers, and it was then that it dawned on her what I wanted to do.
“No, Tom!” She sat bolt upright, holding her hands out in front of her. “Can’t we do something else? You don’t have to do that again!”
I crawled back onto her bed, slowly advancing on her, “What’s the matter baby, didn’t it feel oh-so-good?”
“T-that’s…that’s not the point! Look, can’t you do something else instead, I’ll let you fuck me again.”
“You’d let me? Even if I could right now, maybe with my new found confidence I’d just take it.”
“You wouldn’t do that,” she said confidently, backing up against the headboard, which told me she wasn’t so opposed to what I was about to do, despite what she might say.
“You’re right, I wouldn’t. That’s exactly why I’m doing this,” I smirked, grabbing her and tossing her flat on the bed, pinning her down with my weight.
“Tom, please,” she pleaded, unable to stop the smile pulling her lips apart and the hardening of her nipples as her body reacted to my closeness. “I don’t know if I can handle another one of those.”
“Don’t you want to find out though?” I asked, reaching down and slipping my middle and ring fingers back into her still drenched pussy. Her inner muscles seized my fingers immediately, the soft tissue pulsating around the digits.
“See, you’re not so against this as you say. You’re body is all for it.”
“I can’t help it if my body thinks what your doing is the hottest thing ever,” she gasped as I slowly started moving my two fingers up and down.
Her mewling cries spurred me on, my hand and fingers moving faster and faster. She clutched at my arm as her face contorted with pleasure, something not always seen. Her body was wracked by involuntary twitches and spasms. She was already so wet, there was more than enough lubrication to make it easier on my fingers. An interesting result of my speeding hand however, was this terrific squelching noise my fingers made inside her drenched cunt.
She was all too aware of the noise, “God, so-ho-oo embarrassing!” she cried as I hit my stride.
“Shh, come on, stop fighting it,” I said in a strained voice, I could feel my arm starting to go again. She took a deep breath and let go, her body trembling with the building orgasm inside her. Her legs threatened to knock me off of her with their violent shaking.
Her nails sank into my arm as she screamed, cumming explosively for the third time today. Girl cum gushed out of her enflamed opening all over my wrist and hand, soaking the sheets under her. She seemed incapable of coherent speech as her body flopped like a fish out of water, her muscles bunching and relaxing uncontrollably.
“Oh, oh, oh!” she cried out over and over again as her body finally exhausted itself. A queer little smile quirked her lips and kept me from feeling bad about being so rough with her. Pulling my fingers from her clenching tightness and letting her sweat soaked body fall back onto the bed, I looked over the devastation. Her tan skin glistened with perspiration and the poor girl’s breathing seemed painfully labored.
“See, wasn’t that fun?” I teased.
“You’re a…bastard,” she said breathlessly, her hand shaking as she reached down and protectively covered her slit.
“Yes I am baby, but you still love me. Now, I’m gonna go take a shower, I’ll be right back.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead. I gathered up my clothes and headed for her bathroom down the hall.
After finishing up a quick yet thorough shower, I sauntered back to Brook’s room. I found her face down on the bed, still naked, apparently asleep.
“Poor thing,” I chuckled, my face starting to hurt from smiling so broadly. I carefully sat down next to her and looked her body over. Her skin was absolutely flawless, save for a few freckles here and there, the barest hint of tan lines from a skimpy bikini were the only changes in color. Her plump ass cheeks practically glowed with perfection. Toned and tan legs radiated fitness, and yet she possessed small, almost delicate feet that looked like they belonged on someone half her age. I ached to touch her, I didn’t care where but I yearned to feel her soft skin under my fingertips.
She was snoring gently, her head cradled in folded arms. I reached out and extended a finger, running it slowly down her spine from the base of her skull. I stopped just before her butt, letting my full hand gently caress her left cheek and travel down her leg.
“Mmm, what can’t your hands do?” she mumbled sleepily, looking back at me out of the corner of her eye.
“Well if I had both of them, nothing.” I smiled back at her, taking my hand away from her leg and lightly smacking her bum.
“I don’t think I can get up,” she told me, her voice still had an awed or dreamy quality to it.
“Aww, poor baby, come here.” I made myself comfortable on her bed and dragged her to me. She was completely limp, I assumed she was playing it up, but it was still funny. She sighed contentedly, putting her head on my chest and draping an arm over my stomach from my left side. Her bare breasts squashed against my side and her legs entwined with my left one, the heat from between her legs warming my thigh. With my good hand I reached across my chest and began gently stroking her hair until she was practically purring. I looked over at the clock; it was only six. But where was her family? Ben could be anywhere, but her mother and father both worked normal days and should have been home by now.
I was about to ask Brook, but realized she’d fallen asleep once again. Figuring one or the other would get home soon, I reached down the bed and grabbed a smaller blanket she told me was made by an aunt for when Brook was born. I carefully covered her upper legs and torso, returning to stroking her hair once satisfied she was decent. The repetitive motion was also putting me to sleep and I was just about to nod off when I heard a thump from downstairs and voices. I listened in a panic for a second, before realizing it was her parents. Now I was even more desperate to fall asleep, not terribly enthusiastic to deal with her parents finding us without Brook’s protection.
It wasn’t five minutes before the doorknob began to turn and a crack of light appeared at the edge of the doorframe. I closed one eye and closed the other until there was just a thin blurry image making up my vision. I’d done this many times, and if I kept perfectly still and didn’t look anywhere but forward, I wouldn’t be caught. I couldn’t see minor details but I knew it was Mrs. Landry who peered around the door, and it was easy to see where Brook got her looks from. Mrs. Landry was shocked for a second before a grudging, tightlipped smile showed itself on her face. I didn’t really know what to make of her expression but it was better than the alternative. She looked us over for a few more moments before closing the door silently, disappearing back downstairs to no doubt tell Mr. Landry all about it.
I considered waking Brook, but figured she would need her energy to deal with her parents. So, I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind.
I woke after what seemed like ten minutes to a hand down my shorts.
“Mm, I knew that would wake you up,” Brook snickered. I opened my eyes and yawned, finding her sitting up next to me, still naked.
“Well, I tell ya, it’s one hell of a way to wake up,” I smiled, my eyes looking back at the clock, shocked to see that it was only eight o’clock. She pulled her hand out of my shorts and lay back down on me, sighing.
“You’re so comfortable, when did you fall asleep?”
“Oh, I don’t know, some time after your mom saw us.”
“What?” she cried, nearly falling off the bed in shock.
“Your parents aren’t going to freak out right?”
“My mom wont. But I’m daddy’s little girl, I have no idea what he’ll do,” she said nervously, hurrying over to her dresser and struggling into some underwear. Even in this situation I couldn’t help but admire her backside.
I hopped off the bed and stretched, chuckling, “You’ll protect me right, if your dad comes after me?”
She laughed, “You’re such a baby!” She changed into a pair of shorts and another t-shirt. “Besides, it’s not like he doesn’t like you.” Her stomach chose now to rumble loud enough to shatter glass. She had her back to me at the time and looked back at me with an embarrassed smile.
I don’t know why, but I thought it was the funniest thing I’d ever seen. I literally laughed until I cried, collapsing back onto her bed in tears. Unfortunately the side of my face hit the wet spot where she’d exploded and I stopped laughing for a second as I rolled over, but started laughing again almost instantly.
“Shut up, I’m hungry! I haven’t eaten since lunch!” she couldn’t help but laugh too, smacking at my legs. I took several calming breaths before standing back up and sidling up to her, giving her a suspicious look.
“What?” she asked warily, her arms unsure of whether to defend herself in general or to cover up her more sensitive areas.
I leaned down so I was eye to eye with her and slowly, so as not to send her running, put a hand on her firm stomach. “So you’re telling me you actually eat?”
She narrowed her eyes and snorted softly, “Yes, if I didn’t I’d look like Eve.”
“Oo, I’m telling,” I chuckled, following her out the door and down the hall. I could smell food, but her family ate early so it was probably just the remnants.
“Hey sleepy heads,” her mother chirped when we hit the bottom of the stairs. We both blushed hard, causing her mother to laugh in a surprisingly giddy voice.
“Hello Mrs. Landry.”
Awkward silence followed as she gave us weird looks, especially me.
“Oh! Do you guys want leftovers?” she said all of a sudden, snapping out of her stupor.
“Oh, no thanks Mrs. Landry…”
“Um, no thank you…Karen, we were thinking of eating out.”
She smiled sweetly at my awkwardness. “How will you be getting there?” she asked, eyeing my arm and turning amused eyes on Brook. One thing that I learned about Mrs. Landry from Brook and my own personal experience, was that she was very intelligent and had a passion for teasing everyone.
“Daddy can drive us to this place near Tom’s house, and we can walk there, Tom can drive me home.”
“Quite complex, but I’ll drive you alright. Your father…I’ll be driving you.” We trooped out to her car and headed out. It was a nice little meal and rather romantic walk back to my house, having a fantastic sunset view the entire way. As it got late she had me take her home, insisting it was better for both of us that she spent time trying to placate her father. I found I could actually drive quite well, as I drove with one hand anyways. By the time I returned home it was late and I was exhausted.
The next morning I woke up later than I wanted and quickly got dressed in the clothes Eve and Brook had picked out for me a while back. By the time I got to work I was late. I hurried to my cube and sagged into my chair, sighing. Now what was I going to do? There was some work piled up on my desk and I got to that first, demolishing most of it in short order. Nobody expected me to be in this soon after my injury so they didn’t stop by my cube, which was a little sheltered from the general populace around a corner. And this suited me just fine, I didn’t want anyone telling Eve that I was here just yet anyway.
By the time lunch rolled around, no one significant had found me so I gathered up my lunch and headed to the caf?I wasn’t sitting there for five minutes before Marco appeared and sat down in front of me.
“Yo, Tommy, I heard about you and Eveline man.”
“What the beach thing?”
“No, that you’re…” he made a punching motion with his fist, the international sign for hittin’ that.
I snorted, “I wish dude. She is fa-ine!” I could be a terrific liar when I needed to be. I chuckled, “Who told you that one, someone jealous they didn’t save her life?”
He laughed good naturedly, “Nah dude, I overheard that weird guy from sales telling people.” Hmm, he did have a big mouth, this Ted, I’d have to pay him a visit. Marco and I caught up on office politics and such for the rest of lunch.
When I returned to my cube I had a decision to make, talk to Ted or see Eve. I figured she already heard these rumors and would be mad as hell, so I chose to talk to Ted first and then come to Eve with the problem solved. I stood and dusted myself off, straightening my shirt and rolling up my sleeves. If I admitted it to myself, I cut a striking figure, tall and lean. With my sleeves rolled up, the fabric over my biceps was taught, showing off the suitable amount of muscle there. Satisfied I looked imposing enough; I swaggered across the partitioning wall between marketing and sales, and sought out Ted’s cube.
I found him off by himself, spooning left-over Chinese food into his fat mouth. It took effort on my part not to just haul off and slug him.
“So,” I started, leaning against the opening of his cube while his back was turned, startling him, “I hear you’ve got quite the little rumor mill going over here Teddy.”
His eyes shone with what he thought was confirmation of his rumor, “What do you mean?”
This man was a career paper pusher, and I knew that even with my injured arm, I could kick his ass from here to kingdom come. I tried to relay that through my body language. He must have noticed because he paled slightly, before composing himself once more.
Absentmindedly I asked, “Have you ever used Photoshop Teddy?”
He seemed thrown off by the question, “No, why?”
“Oh it’s great stuff, you can do anything with a picture.” It dawned on him hard. “I took a class with it last year. Hell, some of my best friends,” I stressed the word best, “are majoring in graphic design courses that are real heavy in Photoshop and programs like it.” He blanched, obviously intelligent enough to know he had made a serious mistake.
“That sounds interesting.”
“Yeah it is,” I chuckled mirthlessly. “Now if you could do me a solid and stop spreading these nasty rumors about me, I’d appreciate it. My girlfriend works here and it just wouldn’t be becoming of me to let rumors like that worry her. Ok?”
“Glad we understand one another,” I smiled warmly, reaching out for a hand shake. He was thrown off once again by the unusual gesture, and thus unprepared for the crushing grip on his hand.
“See you around Teddy,” I called over my shoulder as I sauntered away, back into marketing. I was flush with confidence, surprised that I had blackmailed an adult in such a nonchalant manner. But I hadn’t been joking, I had friends who were gods with Photoshop, and it wouldn’t be difficult for them to manipulate a picture of my buddy Ted for my own purposes.
Feeling unstoppable, I strode directly to Eve’s office, entering without knocking and closing the door behind me. My confidence shrank by half when I saw her. She was dressed in a severe black pantsuit that radiated her foul mood in nearly tangible waves. Strangely enough, she also wore makeup, dark eyeliner that didn’t help her look any less threatening and bright rouge lipstick.
She was in a relaxed pose in her chair, uninterested eyes fixed on her monitor. She barely looked up at me as I sat in the chair opposite her desk.
“Problem solved,” I reported.
“Do you expect an award?” she said quietly, her voice dripping sarcasm.
“No,” I responded evenly, “I expect you to give me the opportunity to explain myself and allow me to apologize.”
She shut off the monitor and leaned back in her chair, eyeing me cautiously, “I’m listening.” So, I retold the story I told Brook, though I put extra emphasis on the fears I had about next year. She barely flinched when I told her about what Jade had done, like women coming on to me was the most normal thing in the world. By the end of it, a ghost of a smile was playing across her blood red lips.
“I really am loosing it, aren’t I?” she sighed, rubbing her temples.
“Just a smidge,” I smiled.
“Watch it bub,” she warned playfully. “I guess I was just angry that you ruined the end of that date you took me on. Just a hint, don’t talk to other women when you’re on a date and especially not in front of one as paranoid and neurotic as I am.”
“Gotcha. And for your information, it wasn’t a date.”
“Mhm sure. And as for dealing with that idiot,” she jerked her head towards the sales area, “I could have handled that on my own. He’s been here for a year compared to my eight.”
I hadn’t known she’d been here for so long. “Wow, eight years?”
She nodded wearily, “Yeah, worked my way up from a summer hire just like you.” She sighed, and I knew what was coming.
I stood up, “No! Don’t you dare start with that.” I jabbed a finger at her as she sat in her chair grinning.
“Why not? Are you going to spank me if I do?” she asked seriously, an amused sparkle in her quick blue eyes. She leaned back in her chair and folded her hands in her lap. Now that she was in a better mood, I started to appreciate just how good she looked in those clothes.
“Yeah, I will,” I replied, just as seriously as she had, calling her bluff.
She gave me a broad, tightlipped smile. My eyes focused solely on those crimson lips, as they looked so damned soft and inviting just now, stretching wider as she caught me staring.
Standing up and smoothing out her clothes, she slowly made her way around the desk, heels clicking, but not before turning on a little desk lamp. She was different today, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what it was. Her pantsuit fit her so well it had to have been tailored, accentuating her trim waist and broad shoulders. She sashayed over to the door and locked it, then reached over and turned off the lights.
“Eve? Whatcha doing?”
“Mm, you know what? I thought those rumors were kinda hot, the attractive marketing manager banging the young summer hire,” she breathed, a little shiver of pleasure running up her spine as she fantasized. “Door closed with the lights…” she cast an amused glance at the lamp, “low. Coworkers right outside, threatening to bust in on us at any moment.” Her eyes fluttered and shivered harder, reaching up and loosening the neck of her jacket thing. I sat back down, content to watch her work herself up into a frenzy. She leaned back against the door, her eyes going white as she looked up at the ceiling. Her breathing deepened and sped up, her fingers franticly trying to unbutton her jacket. I was trying my best not to laugh, but let a wry smile quirk my lips.
It basically sounded like she was hyperventilating. She whispered something that I couldn’t hear.
“Fuck me, Tom!” she gasped.
She stepped over to my chair and grabbed my shirt, bodily lifting me to my feet, “You heard me, that’s the reason you came in here, correct?”
“More or less,” I gasped, still shocked that she had lifted me out of my seat. She had me held low, so we were just about face to face.
“God I want to kiss you so bad,” her voice was a mere whisper and her lips were a fraction of an inch away from my own, wide pupils taking in every emotion coming out of my face.
“What’s stopping you?”
“You don’t want to come out of here looking like you have war paint on do you?”
“Well,” I started thoughtfully, “do you still have those wet-wipes in here?”
She scrunched up her face in thought then slowly relaxed her features, locking her eyes with mine, “I do, clever little boy. Now come here.” She pulled me up and nearly tried to smother me with her mouth. Her tongue dominated my mouth, and I felt like there was no space it didn’t touch or explore.
“God, I’m so hot,” she gasped, breaking away and stripping her jacket off, revealing a white oxford shirt and what must have been a plain white bra underneath, as I couldn’t really make it out.
“Then lets get you out of these hot pants,” I suggested, my voice taking on this strange, deeper tone, as I myself began to get really hot. She didn’t need to be told twice, undoing her slacks and daintily stepping out of them. As soon as she freed herself, she lunged at me, kissing all over my face and driving me back into her chair. I managed to clamp my hand over her right breast and squeezed roughly. She moaned and bit my ear, that particular sensation driving me wild. Seeing that this would get a little rough, I kept my bad hand at my side, much to our mutual disappointment.
One handed, I lifted her off me and turned her around, bending her over her desk. “Yes! Yes!” she cooed softly, turning my blood into fire and filling my body with unbridled lust. I smacked her ass roughly, not caring that it might be heard. She bit her lip hard and moaned, pushing her ass back for more. I hit her three more times, two on each cheek (I like to be symmetrical) before pulling down her simple white panties, revealing her glistening outer lips, puffed out and enflamed. I couldn’t help myself, I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her legs, digging my tongue into her soaked interior. She smelled so good, like pure heat and feminine lust.
“Tom, don’t stop!” whenever we spoke our voices were less than a whisper, and I for one was amazed we could even hear each other. She reached behind her and grabbed the back of my head, forcing my face harder into her body. My nose pushed against her tight little asshole, but I could fucking care less. I nibbled on the edge of her outer lips, relishing the strangled cries she couldn’t hold back, before going in once more with softer devices. I could have done this forever, pleasing her orally never got old. But when her legs stiffened and her ass cheeks squeezed together, her girl cum flooding out of her in a surprising rush, I felt I could move on. Her upper body lay flat on her cleared desk, trembling slightly as she looked back at me peering over her butt. She let go of my head and her hooded eyes smiled where her mouth could not, as she had a pencil clamped between her teeth.
I stood up, feeling brave, I ran a hand over her ass as I shucked my pants, playing my hand down to the little puckered hole. Using her own juices, I began working my thumb against her tight opening. As I did so, I slowly began pushing the head of my cock into her cunt. Her eyes totally glazed over and her mouth opened in pure ecstatic pleasure, the pencil clicking onto the wooden surface of the desk, forgotten. I slowly began fucking her, moving way to slow for the both of us, but I wanted to last as long as possible. I wanted to exhaust her as thoroughly as I had Brook yesterday. I wanted to see her barely conscious because of my efforts. As I moved my hips, I corkscrewed my thumb against her asshole, pushing a little harder with each turn.
“Harder Tom,” she breathed, pleading, “I need it hard.” I took that to mean both ways. I gave my thumb a final push and felt it break through the ungodly tight ring of muscle, disappearing into a place so hot and tight I was at a loss for words to describe it. She only let out a cut off whimper as I did so, but I could see what it had done to her written on the features of her face. Not only did she seem to love it, she appeared to be on the verge of a blistering orgasm because of it. Acting fast, I jerked my hand and thrust hard with my hips at the same time.
“Nnnnnnahh.” I don’t even know what she sounded like as she came once again, but god was it hot. Her ass clenched my thumb so tightly I thought I just might lose it. Her insides went berserk, twitching, spasming and clenching all at the same time as her body recoiled from this massive climax. Fluid gushed over my cock embedded inside her and threatened to soak the cheap carpet underfoot. I had to give her credit, no sound she made could have been heard from anyone outside her office.
She looked on the verge of consciousness already so I figured, why not? Keeping my thumb firmly plugging her butt, I began fucking her like she wanted, hard. I thrust in and out of her as forcefully as I could without letting my hips make too much noise against her abused cheeks. I pushed into her as hard as I could, finding she liked that the most of all things. One particular thrust lifted her feet off the ground and accidentally knocked her forehead against a picture of her family, sending it to the floor with a dull thud, not that she noticed.
Suddenly I felt it coming and grunted, preparing the burry my shaft as deeply as I could into her broiling insides. Despite her apparent exhaustion, she read me well and pushed me back, tearing my thumb from her ass and my cock from her pussy. She slid to the floor and damn near swallowed my entire length in one go. Just seeing that caused me to lose it completely, blowing my load deep in her throat. She closed her eyes as her throat coaxed out every last drop of cum I had until I began to feel faint. Drained, I fell back into her chair after what had to be a solid minute. She collapsed against the desk and giggled tiredly.
“I told you I wanted to have sex in my office but Jesus I didn’t expect that!”
“Only the best for you babe,” I responded drunkenly, completely done. Her eyes drooped and her chin looked like it wanted to drop onto her chest, a contented sigh accompanied a faint smile on her lips. I looked her over as she sat on the floor, panting in her white oxford shirt and no panties. Hers' was the epitome of the after sex image.
She chuckled, “Aren’t I lucky.” She shifted on the floor. “Can you toss me my panties please?”
I looked around for them and found them behind me, unsure of how they got there. They were only slightly damp as I tossed them on her head. She made as silly face as part of the fabric obscured her left eye.
“What time is it?” she asked, not being able to see the digital clock on her desk and lacking enough light to read her watch.
She took off her heels, amazed that she’d gotten out of her pants and panties without doing so before. The way she struggled back into her clothes made it seem like her body was aching. I helped her to her feet and then had to catch her as her blood began to flow evenly again and she felt lightheaded.
Once she was fully dressed and had her hair fixed, she did a double take on my face. Her wicked smile said it all and I sat back down in her chair. Opening a desk drawer, she pulled out a wet wipe and sat down in my lap.
“You look like…well you look like you just had sex.”
She pouted, wiping my face clean of her kisses, “Be nice, my mouth still tastes like cum and I will make out with you.” She made provocative movements with her tongue and leaned closer to me.
I pulled away, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.”
“You’re such a baby. A big easy baby,” she teased, wiping off the rest of my face. She stood up and went over to the door, flicking on the lights. Next, she came back over to me and pushed me and the chair back, bending back over her desk to fiddle with her computer, eventually shutting it off. I playfully smacked her butt again as it was just such a tempting target right in my face.
She sighed, straightening up with an audible crack, “I don’t understand why when you do it, it feels so good. I’ve been spanked before, but I never liked it. And when does that come off? I need a massage.”
“I have to go back for a check-up in six weeks but I think it should be fine sooner than that. And why are you so talkative? You were practically asleep a minute ago.”
“What, because I’m old you expect me to pass out after sex? I look the way I do because I don’t act my age.”
I stood up and spanked her hard, again, “That is not what I meant Eveline. What are you doing?”
She was lightly rubbing her ass where I’d hit her as she started putting things away. “I’m taking you home with me so I can return the favor with something special. And there will be no argument, because I’m just getting started and I am not above dragging out of here.”
Startled, I didn’t move, standing with my mouth hanging open, gaping at her.
“Are you coming?”
“I…but,” I stammered, following her out.
“Good boy, go get your stuff and meet me at my car. Oh, and don’t tell Brook.” I could not have done it faster. I rushed out to her car, finding her behind the wheel with the engine idling.
“You look like some kind of office dominatrix, do you realize that?” I said, catching my breath.
She turned her dark sunglasses on me and smiled, “I know. We have one stop to make before we can go back.” She shifted the car into gear and headed out of the parking lot for the highway.
“Yeah, and where is that?”
Again, she turned her head so I could see myself in her mirrored sunglasses and smiled, “You’ll see.”
I will be taking a short break from this to persue a new short series and maybe write a little more MSA. I feel this series is getting a little old and stale and I think a short break from this will help.
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