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Never Again Pt. 01

By: johnbaldwin1



Tim Wallace, 32, lived in Seattle working as an Art Director for Branson Tanner, a marketing agency of moderate stature. He had moved to Seattle from Cleveland for the job, but even after two years, he still hadn't gotten used to the near-constant rainfall. It beat brutal winters, he supposed, but not by a lot. It was Friday and he had forgotten his umbrella again, so his brown hair still dripped as he rode the elevator to the third floor.

There was a lump in his throat. He hoped beyond hope that Kelly wasn't there, that she was sick, or even quit.

When he started at Branson Tanner, Tim made quick friends with Kelly Forbes, one of the Copywriters, and with Lyra Price, a Project Manager who had been Kelly's friend for several years before Tim came along.

Kelly was about 5'8", with long blonde hair, that she usually kept in a ponytail, hazel eyes and glasses, a trendy look that accented her intelligence. Tim and Kelly had a shorthand way of communicating, creating inside jokes and playing pranks on fellow co-workers. They were so close that others often joked they were work spouses.

Lyra was 5'6", a thick black woman who completed their little confidential circle of friends. Lyra had a brilliant sense of humor that kept Tim and Kelly suitably entertained. She had known Kelly much longer than she had known Tim, but Tim knew it was safe to talk to Lyra privately about Kelly, a trait he made good use of after it became obvious that Tim had developed romantic feelings for his blonde friend.

He hadn't known how to handle it. Tim was not the most intuitive man in the world when it came to matters of the heart. On one hand, he couldn't ignore his growing feelings toward Kelly. On the other hand, workplace romances were inherently complicated and he didn't want to inadvertently ruin the strong friendship he had developed. He often vented this conundrum to Lyra, trying to get her to give him advice, but she refused to make his decisions for him, offering instead a sympathetic ear. Tim did he best to return the favor, listening as Lyra complained about her boyfriend Derek, without offering advice. After all, what good was his advice when he couldn't sort out his own romantic problems?

When Kelly became reacquainted with an old boyfriend and things got serious, it became more difficult for Tim to interact with her. He became more distant, feigning excitement for her relationship, but retreating more often to his work. The three friends began to spend less time together. Tim still went out for drinks occasionally with Kelly and Lyra, but Kelly usually cut things short to spend time with her boyfriend, Mark.

Then, it happened.

It was Friday. Kelly had been on vacation for a week, so Tim and Lyra were talking at the bar around the corner from Branson Tanner after work, a bar called Marty's, which, for some reason, had become the go-to watering hole for the three friends. In walked Kelly, grinning from ear to ear, a shiny ring on her finger. She and Mark had gone to San Diego and, caught up in the romantic week away, had gotten married.

Lyra did a much better job than Tim being supportive and enthusiastic. He offered his best fake "congratulations," and found a reason to leave the bar as soon as possible, his heart pounding in his chest, his head reeling from disappointment and jealousy. 

Lyra called Tim that weekend, knowing that the news had hit him hard. She felt sorry for him, but reminded him that Kelly was happy and that he should try to put his feelings aside and be the best friend he could be.

He did his best, but such a thing isn't easy. During the following weeks, Tim still tried to joke with Kelly, but there was an unspoken sadness in each interaction. It couldn't have gone unnoticed by Kelly. 

By Thursday, Tim was certain of it. He was on his way out of the building and Kelly grabbed his arm. "Hey you," she smiled familiarly, "I barely see you anymore. Let's grab a drink or six."

Tim's response was cold. "I'm pretty sure your husband wouldn't like it so much if you came home drunk." He tore himself away and walked briskly to his car, already kicking himself for being so short with her.

Friday would be uncomfortable.

Tim watched droplets of water falling from his hair to the carpet as the elevator beeped that he had reached the 20th floor. Thankfully, Kelly wasn't standing there when the doors opened. He took an alternate route to his desk to avoid her, sat down and tried to clear his head before getting into his work.

It wasn't going to be that easy. The first email was from Kelly. "I want to talk about this," it read. "Meet at Marty's after work?" It took Tim a while to even know how to respond. He drafted several responses before simply writing "yes, 5:30," and hitting send.

It was a long day.

Tim made his way out the door just before 5:30. It was still pouring rain and he was kicking himself for not bringing his umbrella. He ran quickly to Marty's but was drenched and winded when he arrived. He had hoped to hit the restroom and dry off a bit before Kelly arrived, so he would look a little less pathetic, but there she was, waving to him from a corner table.

Damn. She looked good. She wore an olive sweater that brought out the hazel color of her eyes. It cut just low enough to be alluring. Tim, Drenched and disheveled, walked over and sat down across from her.

"I already ordered a drink for you. I thought you might need it," Kelly said.

"Thanks," Tim replied, unsure what to say next.

Kelly sensed his tension. "I covered Jeanie's desk with paperclips today," she said.

Tim's dour expression cracked. He couldn't help but smile slightly. It was the type of prank she and Tim often used to play on unsuspecting co-workers.

"If she shows up on Monday with some new piercings," said Tim, "I'll know it was because of the paperclips."

Kelly laughed. "Yeah. Don't tell anyone. You should have seen Jeanie's face. It took her a half hour to clean up her desk."

Tim's laugh subsided. He took a drink.

"What's going on, Tim?" Kelly asked. "You won't even talk to me anymore."

He searched for the right words. Anything he could say would be unjustified. He had treated his friend unfairly. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it again and took another drink, looking away from Kelly's face to stare at the table's surface.

Kelly reached across and put her hand on top of his. "You can talk to me, Tim. You know that."

Tim looked up. "Not about this," he said.

She pulled her hand back and took a sip of her beer. "You know, I've wondered about you for a while."

"Wondered? Wondered what?" he asked.

"We've been friends for a while," she said, "and there's always been an attraction between us. I should have known that what was going on with me and Mark would bother you."

Tim rubbed the rain from his forehead. "What are you trying to get me to say? Are you trying to get me to admit I started having feelings for you? Alright, I admit it."

"What did you think was going to happen?" Kelly asked.

"I don't know. I didn't really think about it, I just got too attached. I don't have an excuse. I just knew I liked you," Tim replied.

"Why didn't you ever say something?" she persisted.

"Say something?" he countered. "Are you saying you had no idea?"

"I suspected, of course."

"Then why didn't you say something, Kelly?"

Her eyes sank. She didn't have an answer.

"You didn't feel the same way," Tim answered for her. "That's why."

Kelly's eyes locked with his again. "That's not true. I did feel something for you."

"You did?"

"Yeah."

"What did you feel?"

"I don't know," Kelly said. "It changed a lot. Sometimes, I was happy to have such a good friend..."

"Great."

"Other times... Other times, I wished we were more, but I didn't know if we wanted the same thing exactly."

"What do you think I wanted?" asked Tim.

"Are you ready for this, Tim?" Kelly replied, "This might hurt a little."

"Just tell me."

Kelly took another sip of beer. "I really liked you. I liked you a lot, as a friend and sometimes as a lot more. It scared me a little and there were times I hoped you would ask me out, but I also knew that I didn't want to get involved with a co-worker, especially a good friend, and then break your heart when I wasn't interested in anything serious. I got the feeling you would want to get serious, and I wasn't prepared for that."

"You got married a month ago," Tim interjected. "You're the one who wanted something serious."

"That's different, Tim," Kelly insisted. "Mark was someone I knew years before I even met you. We were serious back before I moved here. When he came to Seattle, we picked up where we left off. The prospect of a serious relationship became a lot more appealing."

Tim drank again. "I'm so sorry I acted the way I did, Kelly. I got jealous. It's as simple as that. I wasn't being a very good friend. I'm glad you found someone to settle down with."

"Thanks, Tim," said Kelly. "That means a lot to me."

"But... But," Tim smiled, "I can't have you thinking of me as some pathetic sap. I wasn't always after anything serious."

"Oh yeah?" Kelly raised an eyebrow. "What were you after?"

Tim shook his head and laughed. "I'm just a flesh-and-blood man. Sometimes... well, you know what I mean."

Kelly breathed in through her teeth, took a sip of her beer and nodded her head. "I know what you mean better than you think I know what you mean. Know what I mean?"

"Yeah. I mean no," Tim's face curled in confusion. "I think I know, maybe."

Kelly laughed loudly. "Tim," she began, "Wow, Tim, you have no idea."

"I guess I really don't."

"Tim, there are things that you do," Kelly continued. "There are things you say and certain mannerisms that, well, can get me a bit excited."

"Excited? Like, excited?"

Kelly nodded. "More than a few nights at this bar, I had to excuse myself or I was going to make some really inadvisable decisions."

"Come on, now," Tim said. "I know what you're doing. You're trying to make me feel better about my pathetic self. You're married now, so the consolation prize is the thought that I was once an object of your lust."

"Believe what you want to believe, Tim," Kelly said. "You can ask Lyra, if you like. She'll tell you about the time I gave her my keys so I wouldn't get drunk and try to kiss you. She'll tell you about the entire week I was having dreams about you."

"You're kidding."

"I'm really not. Remember that time you went off on Roger for sending art to the client before you finished it?"

"Ha. Yeah," Tim recalled. "Not my finest hour."

"I beg to differ. It got me so wet I had to excuse myself and go to the ladies room."

"I had no idea."

"You don't give yourself enough credit, Tim," she continued. "If you showed off your confidence a little more often, women would throw themselves at you."

"And you don't give yourself enough credit, Kelly," Tim said. "None of them would be you. Besides, you have Mark to throw yourself at now."

"Well," said Kelly, "he's not getting anything from me tonight." She rolled her eyes and drank a huge swig of her beer.

"Why?" asked Tim. "Is he out of town?"

"No," she replied. "Well, yes, he is, but that's not why."

"I'm confused."

"So, get this," she said. "Mark is on the road every Friday and the weekends. We've only been married a month, right?"

"Yeah."

"So, he left his computer out this Wednesday and you know how email programs have a preview pane?"

"Yeah."

"There was an email from a woman named Shannon who occasionally goes with him to San Diego."

"Uh oh."

"Yeah, well it was all about how she shouldn't have sucked his dick last weekend and that it probably shouldn't happen again because he was married now."

"Damn."

"Yeah. I wasn't pleased."

"Kelly. Wow," said Tim. "I'm so sorry."

"I'll survive," she said, "but yeah, it wasn't fun to hear. That's why I wanted to go out drinking last night."

"And I treated you like a dick," Tim admitted. "I'm sorry about that too."

"Buy me dinner and we're square," she smiled. "Cool?"

Tim nodded. They ordered and ate while conversing about whom in the office needed to be pranked next. As they finished their meal, they concluded that Jeanie Novaczek needed to get pranked again. More paperclips? Nah. Switch her computer with Kevin Grear's computer? Possibly.

"I dare you to fuck Jeanie," Kelly blurted out.

"What? She's a psycho punk," said Tim.

"Please. You'd still fuck her. I double dare you."

"I'm sure I'm not her type."

"You didn't know I found you sexy either, did you?"

"Good point, but fucking her isn't the same as pranking her."

"Yeah, but you'd get more out of it."

"Yeah."

"I quadruple dare you."

"What happened to triple?"

"I say screw triple and I raise you a quintuple dare."

Tim shook his head and smiled. "I'll see what I can do."

"I think I need to go," said Kelly. "Will you walk me back to the office parking lot?"

"I would, but I forgot my umbrella again and it's still pouring out. I'd better hang and wait it out."

Kelly raised her umbrella in her hand. "Come on. It's a big umbrella. I don't bite."

The rain was hitting the sidewalk so hard that it was bouncing back up four to five inches off the ground. Tim huddled under Kelly's umbrella. He could feel the heat from her head. His shoes were soaked through, but he sloshed through the parking lot until they reached Kelly's SUV.

She took her glasses off to dry them on her sweater, but gave up, opened her car door and dropped them on the dashboard. She closed the door and took the umbrella from Tim's hand.

"I hope things work out for you and Mark," said Tim, kicking himself immediately for saying it.

Kelly smiled and looked at him. Her eyes were fixed on his. Her chin dropped slightly so that her lips parted. She dropped the umbrella from her hand. Tim didn't know what to say or do. Giant raindrops drenched them both in seconds, strands of her blonde hair clung to her face.

"Kelly," he said. "I don't know if..."

She stepped closer, her body pressing against his. "I double dare you," she said.

Almost involuntarily, Tim's hands found their way around Kelly's waist. His lips met hers and they kissed deeply. Nearly two years of unspent desire played out in every caress of their lips, every touch of their tongues.

Her palms rested on his chest, her arms tightly folded between hers and Tim's bodies. Tim's hands glided over the wet surface of Kelly's lower back under her sweater. She could feel his arousal against her.

His mind told him to back away, unsure what to do and hesitant to let things go too far. Had they already gone too far? Did he want them to? Did she?

Their lips parted. Kelly looked into Tim's eyes as streams of rain ran down her face and dripped from her chin. She backed away slowly. He sensed her hesitation and was prepared to let her drive away, but she grabbed his hand.

She opened the back door of the SUV and climbed in, pulling Tim in behind her. He closed the door behind him. The tapping of muffled raindrops was the only sound. They were finally out of the rain.

They were alone together.

Kelly took her hair out of its ponytail. She braced her arm against the back of the seat, swung a leg over Tim's lap and straddled it, facing him. Her olive sweater, saturated with rain, was so dark as to appear black. She hooked her fingers under the bottom of the sweater and pulled up. She worked her way out of it and her still-wet hair was pulled back by the neck hole so that it draped down her back.

She was so beautiful. Tim stared at her in her white bra. A drop of water flowed from her long neck down her chest and settled between her breasts. Kelly leaned in and kissed him again. His hands slipped around over her bare skin as their tongues battled between adjoined mouths. His fingers easily unhooked her bra, and Kelly slid the straps off her shoulders to let the bra fall off.

Tim kissed Kelly's chin, then her neck, and then her chest. She leaned against the back of the front seat as Tim leaned forward to kiss and lick her exposed nipples. It sent tingles through Kelly's body and she could feel moisture escape between her legs. She involuntarily rocked her hips against Tim. She was enflamed with lust for him. Her hands slid down his back and tugged at the hem of his soaked t-shirt. She pulled up and Tim pulled away from her breasts to let her finish discarding the shirt.

Kelly stared into Tim's face, her finger at her lips. She bit down on it, and then ran her lower lip between her teeth. Tim wasn't sure what Kelly was thinking, but she knew. She knew what she wanted next.

Her right knee lifted and she unseated herself from Tim's lap. She knelt on the floor space next to him and began to tug at his belt. He slouched in the seat as she unfastened the button of his jeans and unzipped his fly. His erect cock sprung through the opening of his boxers, ready for Kelly to do whatever she wanted with it.

She wasted no time. She pulled at his jeans to clear the way, grasped the base of his cock in her hand and slid her lips over the tip. Kelly went at it with passion. She sucked and licked, moaning as his cock slid in and out of her mouth.

"Oh yes," Tim whispered. "You feel so good."

Her pace quickened and he enjoyed the feeling of her lips, but he didn't want to cum just yet. "You have to stop," he said.

Kelly lifted her head, his cock still held in her grasp. "Why?" she asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything's great," he replied, but I want to taste you.

Kelly smiled, moved toward the other side of the SUV, lied down on the seat and pulled off her pants. Tim ran his hands up her thighs, pulled down her panties and slid them off her ankles. With his arms under her legs, he held Kelly's hips and lowered his face toward the warmth of her pussy.

Her breathing quickened immediately as his lips pressed to her. His tongue licked at her and the aroma of her pussy made him eager to please her. His mind recalled all of the times over the past couple of years he had wanted to go down on her and it made him more and more passionate.

Kelly's arms were over her head, holding tightly to the car door where the door met the window. She panted and moaned. Her hips rocked forward with each of Tim's licks. He pressed his tongue hard to her clit, intensifying her arousal. She was so wet.

"Fuck. Yes," she exclaimed as sensation built within her. Her entire body tensed as she neared climax. The face of this man she had dreamed of so many times was between her legs and she was about to burst. The scent of her pussy was intense and arousing. Tim didn't let up. He wanted her to have an orgasm.

He got his wish. Kelly's body went rigid as she cried out. "Uhhhhhhhhh!" Her body went limp as her pussy drenched Tim's lips.

"Oh Tim," she breathed. "You have no idea how fucking incredible that was."

Tim rose to a sitting position and licked his lips. Kelly pulled herself up and quickly straddled his lap again, facing him. She lifted up, grabbed his engorged cock and guided it into her pussy. The feeling was so perfect. They kissed passionately. Tim's lips still tasted of Kelly's arousal. She rocked her hips against him, his cock deep inside her. Their hands caressed and explored each other's bodies as they fucked.

Time seemed to slow as their skin pressed together, slippery from the rain and their sweat. Deep, intense sex fogged the windows with each passing minute, each movement filled with satisfied longing, the product of the growing desires that had built up between them during their friendship.

Her tongue pressed against his. Neither wanted the moment to end, even though both knew that there would be an inevitable conclusion and that was coming soon.

She withdrew her lips from his and sat as upright as she could in the limited space of the SUV. Her forearms pressed against the car roof. "You're so fucking hot," she said as she quickened her hip thrusts.


Never Again Pt. 01



Tim slid his hands up and over her breasts, holding onto them as she moaned and cried out with each lunge of her hips. Tim's balls tingled as he built up toward completion. Kelly's pussy tightened on him and the pressure brought him to a boiling point. He was in ecstasy. Sensation ran down the length of his shaft. Kelly groaned in prolonged orgasm. Tim held on as long as he could until finally, he erupted, filling her pussy.

She collapsed forward and kissed him again. Their lips twisted against each other for what must haven several minutes, desperately bound together as though one of them would vanish from existence if they ever stopped.

With one last volley of quick, tender kisses, Kelly drifted back from him, her eyes wet and solemn. "Oh, Tim," she said. "We've done it."

Tim smiled at her. "Do you wish we hadn't?" he asked.

"No," she said. "It was unbelievable."

"Yes it was," he whispered.

"Don't ruin it by asking a dumb question," she pleaded.

"No," he said. "I won't. I don't have to. If this is all we're ever going to have, I'll have this to remember, won't I?"

"Yes," she said, "because it can never happen again."

"I know," Tim nodded.

The elevator beeped as Tim arrived at the 20th floor, an umbrella at his side. He stepped out and waved to Lyra Price. "Happy Monday," he said.

"See you at lunch, Tim. I'm late for a meeting," she replied.

He walked past the break room where Jeannie Novaczek labored over a cup of coffee, looking as though she was recovering from a wild weekend. She turned around and Tim looked her up and down, remembering Kelly's dare. "Hmm," he said to himself, raising an eyebrow.

He passed by Kelly's desk. She wasn't there and he hoped she hadn't gotten spooked by their encounter and called sick.

His fears were laid to rest as he walked a bit farther, finding Kelly laying out rows of paperclips on Jeannie's desk. Tim laughed and Kelly turned.

She placed her finger to her lips. "Shh. Don't tell anyone," she said.



Never Again Pt. 02



"It can never happen again," she had said. The words rang in his head like a bell continuously as Tim Wallace went to work every day. In a lot of ways his job at the Seattle marketing agency, Branson Tanner, hadn't changed much over the past several weeks. He continued to fulfill his role as an Art Director, he continued to prank fellow co-workers, and he regularly met and joked with his closest friends in the office, Lyra Price and Kelly Forbes.

In fact, it was both comforting and troubling that so little had changed. It was Kelly who had said, "It can never happen again." She was referring to their sexual encounter, the result of a long-term attraction between them.

Kelly, a pretty blonde with glasses and hazel eyes, had married a man named Mark, whom she discovered cheated on her after only a couple of weeks. Afterwards, Tim and Kelly met at their regular bar, Marty's, where Tim finally admitted to having feelings for her. It led to a long discussion, which led to a walk back to her car in the rain, which led to a passion-fueled evening in the back seat.

To Tim, it felt like it was a long time ago, but it also felt like there should have been a much more uncomfortable aftermath. Their encounter was deep and meaningful, but afterward, Kelly and Tim were able to resume their friendship as though it had never happened at all. In his private moments, he found it strange and wondered at the sincerity of it all. Was Kelly really unaffected, or was she just really good at pretending?

He certainly wasn't going to make things harder by asking that question. He valued their fun and lively friendship, and didn't want to make things difficult for Kelly. In fact, it probably wasn't going to be a good idea for anyone to know what had happened. It was between him and Kelly and should stay that way.

Unfortunately, Tim didn't count on Lyra Price figuring it out on her own. Lyra, who had known Kelly longer than Tim had, was pretty intuitive about these things. It was Friday and Tim, Kelly and Lyra were meeting up at Marty's for a drink or two after work, like they often did. Lyra arrived before Kelly, which gave her a chance to find out for sure what had happened between Tim and the blonde Copywriter.

Lyra, a thick, black Project Manager, sat across from Tim. "So," she said, "was it good?"

"What, my drink?" Tim replied.

"Come on, Tim. You know what I mean," Lyra pressed.

Tim feigned ignorance. "Not sure what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about you and Kelly," she got right to the point. "You've both done your best to hide it, but something happened."

Tim didn't know how to escape the conversation. He wasn't in the habit of keeping things from Lyra. "Did she say something?" he asked.

"She didn't need to," she answered.

"It was just the one time several weeks ago," Tim admitted. "It was probably a bad decision and we've agreed it isn't going to happen again."

"But you wish it would, don't you?" Lyra was unrelenting. Tim guessed she was being protective of Kelly.

"Well yeah, but it can't. She's married."

"Damn straight," Lyra agreed, "So you have to find a way to get it off your mind. Find someone else. Get laid."

Tim laughed. "Yeah, just like that," he smiled.

"Actually, yeah," Lyra said. "You have her skin on the brain, Tim. It's what you'll think of until you replace it. Find some strange, Get your balls drained, playboy. Hopefully, if you can distract yourself from Kelly for a while, you'll be less inclined to make another bad decision with Kelly."

Tim laughed loudly.

"It's not that funny," Lyra raised her eyebrow.

"Actually, it is," Tim said. "Kelly dared me to fuck Jeannie Novaczek."

"She dared you?" Lyra laughed. "Actually, that does sound like Kelly."

"She quintuple dared me."

"Okay, I believe you. Why Jeannie? That's an odd choice."

"That's what I thought too," Tim laughed.

Jeannie Novaczek was one of the other artists, tattooed with a pierced eyebrow, her hair dyed the same blue as her eyes, and shaved on the sides, the top teased up with who-knows-what to make a sort of wide Mohawk. She was a wild child, not exactly what most would consider a compatible match with the more practical-looking Tim.

Ever since Kelly presented the dare, Tim admitted that he saw Jeannie a little differently. The thought Kelly had put in his head made him take longer looks at the punky artist. There was nothing elegant about her. She wasn't slender and statuesque. She had a party-girl body, with some beer weight that never stopped her from covering her D-sized tits under the tight t-shirt of whatever band she saw last. There was usually some type of bedazzled, low hip-hugging jeans included in her ensemble. Tim was beginning to see her sexual appeal.

Tim and Lyra were still laughing when Kelly arrived. She was wearing a tight brown dress that accented her figure and made it difficult for him to avoid thinking about what she had looked like naked.

"What are you two laughing about?" Kelly asked.

Lyra placed her hand to her chest. "I was talking about how we're going to get Tim laid."

"Totally," Kelly agreed as she sat down next to Lyra. "I've been saying the same thing."

Kelly was a good actress.

"Didn't I give you a dare a few weeks back," Kelly continued, something about a certain someone in our office?"

"A quintuple dare," Tim clarified. "It isn't as though I'm a tattooed bass player," Tim complained. "As you can see, I'm not exactly her type."

"Tim, you're a hot guy," said Lyra. "Give yourself some credit."

"Thanks," Tim replied. "Now let's get another round. I'm sure we have better things to discuss than my sex life."

Tim clearly didn't want to talk about it while Kelly was there. Lyra took the hint. The rest of the evening was spent much the way it usually was, griping about bosses, telling jokes, swapping stories, planning their next round of pranks, and listening to Lyra complain about her boyfriend, Derek.

It was Thursday, a couple weeks later and Tim was finishing up some work at the office. It was 8:30. Most of the lights had already gone off automatically. Tim presumed he was alone.

"Busy week?" an English-accented female voice sounded behind him.

It was Marion Tanner, the co-founder of the agency. She was a striking woman in her mid fifties, with blue eyes and brown hair with streaks of gray. She was usually on the road, drumming up new business, so Tim wasn't used to seeing her around. Tim swung his chair to face her.

"Yeah, just finishing up some work," he said. "What are you doing here so late?"

"Contracts," she answered. "Looks like it's just us three here now."

"Three? Who else is working late?" asked Tim.

"I have Jeannie Novaczek finishing up a presentation for me," said Marion. "I'm heading home. Do you want me to order some food for you two?"

"No, that's okay," said Tim. "I'm getting out of here soon too."

"Sounds good," she said. "By the way, I'm throwing a little party at my house for the art people next Friday, if you're interested. David, Phillip, Sergei, and Samantha have already said they're coming. It would be great if you joined us."

"Sure," said Tim. "Thanks for the invitation."

"No problem," Marion smiled. "Okay. I have to run. You'll tell Jeannie about it, won't you?"

"Sure thing," he said.

Marion walked toward the elevators and Tim shut down his computer. He walked over to Jeannie's desk to find her clicking away at her work. "Hey Jeannie," he said.

She didn't move. "Jeannie?" he repeated.

Still nothing, and Tim realized she had her ear buds in. He nudged her chair.

She swung around, startled, and pulled her ear buds out. "What?" she demanded, annoyance in her voice.

"Sorry," said Tim. "I was just talking to Marion and she wanted me to ask you if you wanted to go to her house next Friday for a party."

"Yeah, sure," she replied. "Whatever. Is she still here?"

"She just left," Tim replied.

"Shit. She was going to get dinner."

Tim smacked his forehead. "Sorry Jeannie. I told her I didn't need anything. I didn't know she hadn't asked you."

"It's fine. Whatever. I should get out of here anyway," said Jeannie.

"Let me buy you dinner," said Tim. "Marty's is nearby. I'll make it up to you."

"Why not?" she replied. "It's smoke-and-drink o'clock anyway. Let me shut down."

It was 9:00 by the time they got to Marty's. They sat down at the bar and ordered drinks and some food. When conversation wasn't exactly flowing freely Tim asked how Jeannie had gotten into art, why she decided to become a designer, how she like working for Branson Tanner and stuff like that. 

"Where do you live?" he asked.

"A block away," she answered.

"Wait. You could have just gone home for dinner," he smiled.

"I didn't want to cook," she said. "Also, Marty's has good bar food." She changed the subject abruptly. "So what's the deal with you and Kelly?" she asked. "You bummed out that she's married now?"

"Um," Tim was caught off guard. "No. I mean she's just a friend."

"Bullshit," Jeannie laughed, turning to face him and leaning her elbow on the bar. A red and blue pattern of tattoos trailed up her arm and disappeared under her t-shirt. "Trust me. I know when a guy wants something he can't have."

Tim's stunned expression transformed into a slight, wily smile. "Sure about that?" he asked.

Jeannie's expression changed too, as though she was crafting a response that would get Tim to admit his infatuation. "So, if I told you I thought Kelly was a bitch, you'd be okay with that?"

"Okay, no," Tim answered. "But would you be okay with that if someone said that about one of your friends?"

"That's different," said Jeannie.

"How is that different?" Tim asked.

Jeannie laughed. "First, all my friends are bitches. Second, I don't want to fuck any of my friends."

Tim smiled and shook his head. "I don't want to fuck Kelly."

"Again, I call bullshit," Jeannie said. "Kelly's hot and you're friends with her."

"So, if your friends are hot, you have to want to fuck them?"

"Yes."

"So, none of your friends are hot?"

Jeannie smiled, knowing Tim was making his point fairly well. She wasn't about to back down. "Nope."

"You only want to fuck people who aren't your friends?"

"Guess so."

"Then how do you know they want you if you aren't their friend?"

"Because I'm good at knowing when a guy wants what he can't have."

Tim knew he had her cornered now. "What he can't have," he quoted. "So, you don't want to fuck your friends, and the guys that aren't friends, that you know want you, can't have you."

"Alright," said Jeannie, laughing. "I guess the logic breaks down. Doesn't matter. You want Kelly and can't have her."

"Presuming I agreed with you," said Tim, "would you still call Kelly a bitch?"

"Yes," Jeannie said, loudly, finishing her drink and looking him in the eye again. "She keeps pranking me, which, you know, I don't give a shit, but she's also a little tease because she strings you along even though she's gotten married."

"Even if I'm not interested?" Tim asked.

"Fuck. This again?" Jeannie threw up her hands. "I'm not arguing that part. You want her. She doesn't want you back. She's a bitch. Let's grab a smoke."

Tim snickered. "Let me pay the bartender and I'll be right out."

As soon as Tim found Jeannie outside the bar she inhaled her cigarette and offered it to Tim. He took it, looked at her and took a long, slow drag. 

"Never took you for the type," she said.

"Type for what?" he said, passing the cigarette back to her.

"Don't know," she answered. "Thought you'd be grossed out by sharing a cigarette."

"Oh yeah," he said sarcastically. "We're practically making out."

Jeannie laughed. "In that case, I should give it more tongue."

"Ooh, give that back," he smiled.

She handed it back. "Oh yeah, you get that revenge, boy."

"You just won't let it die, will you?" he said, taking another long drag.

"I repeat, I know when a guy wants something he can't have," she smirked.

Tim held the cigarette out for Jeannie. "And I repeat, are you sure about that?"

She stepped forward and, without using her hands, placed her lips on the end of the cigarette, looked him in the eye and inhaled. "I'm sure about that."

"So, if I told you I wanted you, you'd already know?" he teased.

"Not necessarily," she teased back. "I only know when a guy wants something... he can't have."

Tim was emboldened. "So, what do you say?" he asked. "Want to help me get that revenge?"

"You asking if I want to have sex with you, Tim?" she raised her pierced eyebrow,

"Yeah," he answered. "Yeah, I am."

She snatched the cigarette from his hand, leaned against the wall and alternated between looking down the street and looking at Tim. "Don't take this as me saying yes," she said. "But do you want to come over to my apartment?"

Her apartment was a mess. There were clothes everywhere, dishes in the sink and unfinished paintings on canvases propped against the wall. Tim looked Jeannie up and down while she walked. She gave him some kind of tour where she rambled about her concert posters and the roommate she had for a while. All he could think of was how far her tattoos went.

She leaned against the doorframe of her bedroom and Tim moved close. He leaned in and kissed her. She slid her hands around his shoulders and pressed back with her body.

He bit at her lower lip. She pulled away and smiled. "Not bad, Tim. I didn't think we would end up doing this, but keep that up and we'll do just fine."

"Shut up," he said.

"Ooh," she replied. "Yes sir."

Tim pulled up on her t-shirt. He stopped when it was still on her arms, above her head. He pressed the shirt against the doorframe with one hand to hold her arms in place. With the other hand, he unfastened her bra, which hooked in the front. Her arm tattoos continued onto her chest, just above her tits. They were quite intricate and artfully done.

Crouching as best he could, Tim held Jeannie's left breast from underneath with his hand and licked her nipple. It stood to attention and he gave it a soft bite. She moaned. He let go of the t-shirt and Jeannie threw it into one of the many clothing piles nearby, followed by her unfastened bra.

Tim stood and took off his shirt. Jeannie ran her fingernails down his chest as he unfastened his pants and dropped them. He popped the button of her jeans and unzipped her fly. He grabbed the top of her jeans, catching the sides of her panties along the way and shoving them down enough to expose her pussy. It was decorated with a neatly trimmed, dark bush.

He pulled his erect cock from his boxers and placed the head of it against the opening to her pussy. He slid it in and pressed her body against the doorframe with his.

"Fuck yes. Your cock is really big," Jeannie cried out. "Use me."

Her tits bounced up and down as he thrust into her again and again. The images of Kelly that filled Tim's mind were vanishing quickly. His eyes drew in the image of Jeannie as her very different body moved against his. Perhaps Lyra was right. This is what he needed to get Kelly off of his mind.

He pulled out of her. "Get out of your clothes," he commanded.

Jeannie compliantly removed her shoes, socks, pants and panties. Tim soaked in the rounded contours of her body, covered with colorful ink. "Turn around," he said.

She turned, looking over her shoulder and biting her lower lip. Another ornate, intricate tattoo trailed from her neck down to the middle of the pearly skin of her middle back. He ran a hand down her back and onto her ass. With a firm smack, he struck her right ass cheek. "Go into the bedroom," he said.

"Yes sir," she said. She walked to the bed, pulled out a drawer in the bedside table and withdrew a glass dildo. She lied down on her back across the bed so that her head hung from the edge and she looked at Tim upside down. She pushed the dildo into her pussy and began to work it in and out with one hand. She used the other hand to fondle her breasts.

Tim slipped out of his shoes and socks, and removed his pants and boxers. "You're so hard, Tim," she said. "You're so fucking hot. I want to be your slut."

Tim stroked his cock as he watched her body wiggle. He moved closer and closer. She removed her hand from her breast and reached out for him. Her hand grasped his dick and drew it to her parted lips. She slipped them over the tip and pulled him into her mouth.

Over and over, he moved his hips forward and back, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth. Jeannie rapidly moved the glass dildo in her pussy. Tim could feel her moan onto him.

She moved her jaw forward so he could feel the head of his cock touch her throat. She was inviting him deeper. He pushed forward and slid down her throat, burying his dick in her mouth all the way to the base before sliding back out.

Jeannie gasped, a delightfully playful look on her face. "Did you like fucking my face?" she asked as she panted.

"You're a nasty little slut, aren't you," said Tim.

"I'm such a fucking whore," she nodded. "I need your cum all over me." She turned over and got to her knees. "Use me," she said. "Treat me like your whore."

Tim moved forward and Jeannie sucked him again. "Yeah, suck my dick, bitch," Tim demanded. 

She slid her lips slowly up his shaft to the tip. Then she licked him from the base of his cock all the way back to the end and plunged it back in. She took him deep in her throat again and pulled back. Her mouth felt so good.

She pulled him out and stroked him over her tits. "I want you to shoot your cum on me," she said as she placed his cock between her tits, pressed them together on it and moved up and down again and again. Her large, soft tits were incredible against him. He wouldn't last long. His balls tightened and he knew he was going to cum soon.

Tim took control of his own cock in his hand as Jeannie dropped her hands to her pussy to pleasure herself. There was sweet agony in her face as she drew nearer to orgasm. Tim stroked quickly in front of Jeannie's open mouth.

Finally he erupted, shooting more cum than he ever had before. Pearly liquid shot into her mouth, catching the edges of her lips and trailing onto her cheeks and chin. This sent Jeannie over the edge. She collapsed backward, her fingers still deep in her snatch. She masturbated as she swallowed Tim's cum. Before long, she tensed in ecstasy, completing her orgasm.

"Fuck!" she cried out. "Fuck. Tim, that was so fucking hot."

She climbed to her feet and practically jumped on Tim, digging her nails into his shoulders and plunging her tongue into his mouth. He was caught off guard, but went with it, kissing her back, the salty taste of his own cum in his mouth. Their faces were slick with it, lips entwined in lust for each other.

Jeannie backed away. "Kelly wouldn't do that to you, would she?" she said.

"Kelly who?" said Tim. He was almost sincere. He hadn't anticipated having sex with Jeannie, but so far, it was memorable.

She disappeared into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of water for Tim. "You know," she said. "I wouldn't have guessed you'd be so good at this."

"Good at sex?" he asked.

"Good at the rough stuff, you know?" she clarified. "The name calling."

"That part's new to me," he said. "I hope that was okay with you."

"Oh, no. It was fine. It's hot," she said. "It's all part of an act. I know that. You and I are both just playing a role. We're using each other. You'd better enjoy it, too."

"I enjoyed it," he replied.

"Good," she said, "because after tonight, it isn't happening again."

"Didn't think it was," said Tim.

"Don't misunderstand me," Jeannie clarified, "It's great. I'm just not in the habit of having sex with guys who I work with and who have hopeless crushes on other women."




Never Again Pt. 02



Tim nodded. "Yeah, I get it."

"As for tonight," she said, "as long as you're going to use me, you're going to have to give me more of that cock."

After about forty-five minutes of small talk, that's exactly what happened. Regular conversation turned sexual, which turned to lustful stares, which turned to kissing. Before long they were standing, arms wrapped around each other's bodies, rubbing and groping, one tongue in the other's mouth.

Tim pushed Jeannie back onto the bed by her shoulders. He pushed his cock into her pussy and began to fuck her. She cried out. "Yes. Please, fuck me. I need it."

He alternated between slow and fast and she moaned with pleasure as she clawed at his back. It was clear that she was getting close to orgasm again. She stopped him, urged him over onto his back and leaned over to the bedside table for her glass dildo and some lubricant.

"What's that for?" he questioned.

"Oh, just you wait," she said. "This gets me so intense."

She straddled him and settled onto his cock again. She leaned forward to grab the headboard with one hand, and with the other she reached back and rubbed lubricant on and in her asshole. The cool liquid dripped down onto Tim's balls as she took the glass dildo and worked it into her ass.

She began to rock her hips forward and back as she pushed the dildo in and out. Her tits swayed as Tim pushed back on each of her hip thrusts. Her motion quickened, becoming almost frantic as the combination of Tim's cock in her pussy and the dildo in her ass brought her to climax.

She collapsed onto Tim, kissing him deeply. "Damn," she said. "You get me really hot." She slid off of him and got to her knees. She was wild-eyed and drunk on sex.

Tim seized the opportunity. He got behind her, wrapped his hands around to massage her tits and kissed her upper back. Then he grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her forward to the pillow. "Oh yes," she cried out. "Yes. Violate me."

Tim took some lube and stroked his cock with it, then poured some on her asshole. He used his finger to work it into her hole, and then worked a second finger in. Jeannie grimaced. As he finger fucked her ass it became easier and easier. She was ready.

Tim placed the head of his cock at the entrance of her ass and pushed. Slowly, little by little, he had buried the head of his cock in her. He worked it in and out, each thrust moving him farther in. Jeannie was in a trance on her hands and knees, looking seductively over her shoulder as he slid all the way in.

She felt so tight on Tim's cock. It was an unfamiliar, but intensely pleasurable experience. He reached for her wrists and pulled them back so that she fell forward onto the bed, her face against the covers and her arms behind her back. He held her wrists together as he fucked her. Her skin was slick with sweat. "Oh yes, take me like the dirty bitch I am," she begged. "Punish me. I've been so bad."

His dick slipped in and out faster now. "Take my cock, you slut," he said. He was nearing completion again. He was getting that overwhelming sensation, the need to release. "Fuck," he cried out, "I'm gonna cum in your ass."

After three or four long, deep penetrations, he went balls-deep into her ass and erupted, spilling his load within her. "Unnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!"

He released her wrists, slid from her ass and fell backward to catch his breath. Jeannie lied on her front, still moaning. "That was fucking intense," she said.

After a solid ten minutes of recovery, Jeannie and Tim started getting dressed again. She spared him the awkwardness of the after-sex "what do we do now" discussions.

As she led him to the door, she gave him one last kiss and said, "No weirdness, okay? This was a one time thing and we're not gonna mention it to each other or anyone else, with one exception. So, just do me a favor. When you see Kelly again, tell her you fucked me hard. It would be sweet to know she's jealous."

Tim smiled and laughed. "Yeah," he said. "I think I will."



Never Again Pt. 03



Let me show you that painting

"Well, I did it," said Tim Wallace from his usual spot at the table at Marty's. Lyra Price and Kelly Forbes sat across from him in their usual spots. The three of them had been friends for about two and a half years, ever since Tim took a position as Art Director for Branson Tanner, a Seattle marketing agency.

Marty's was a bar around the corner from their workplace that had become their usual meeting spot. They often met to talk, have a few drinks and plan workplace pranks. It was Friday again, and, as usual, the Seattle rain poured down outside the windows.

"You did what?" asked Lyra, a thick black woman, roughly Tim's age of 32 years.

"I'll give you a hint," Tim replied. "'I quintuple dare you.'"

Kelly Forbes had made the quintuple dare in question. She was the other woman who sat across from Tim. Tim had developed feelings for the pretty blonde over the course of their friendship. This was a fact that hadn't come to light until after Kelly married someone else. That revelation, combined with the discovery that Kelly's husband had cheated on her only weeks after their marriage, led to a one-night stand between the two.

They agreed, afterwards, that it could never happen again and they needed to try to continue on as friends. It seemed they had been successful in that regard, spending time a friends, planning pranks and joking around. In fact, Kelly's 'I quintuple dare you' was in reference to Tim sleeping with someone else.

"I dare you to fuck Jeanie," Kelly had said. She was talking about Jeannie Novaczek, a punky, blue-mohawked, tattooed designer from the agency whom Kelly often pranked. Tim hadn't been sure at the time if Kelly was joking until several weeks later in the same bar, when Kelly and Lyra seemed to be checking on his progress.

It had been another couple of weeks since then, and it was time to cash in on the dare.

"Shut up," said Lyra, incredulously. "You did it?"

Kelly set her beer down and her mouth dropped open. "Jeannie?" she asked. "You fucked Jeannie?"

Tim nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I fucked her hard."

There was an unexpected silence from the other side of the table. Tim became suddenly self-conscious. "Is that... okay?" he continued.

"Yeah," Kelly waved her hand at him. "Yeah, of course. Good job, Tim," she said, with a smile he knew wasn't genuine.

Lyra's eyes darted between Kelly and Tim. "So, you've made good on the dare," she said. "You know what that means."

He did. Usually when one of them accomplished what had been dared, that person got to make the next dare.

"Yeah," he said. "I... I don't have a dare ready, so."

"Oh, come on, Tim," Lyra prodded. "Give Kelly a good dare."

"I don't really..." Tim trailed off.

"Tim," Lyra smiled. "It's the rule."

"Okay," Tim said. "I guess... I dare you to switch Sergei's office phone with David's."

Kelly didn't laugh. "Yeah," she said as her eyes began to water. "Yeah, because that's the same thing. Excuse me."

She stood and walked briskly toward the door.

Lyra's head sank. "I'm sorry, Tim," she said. "I shouldn't have pushed."

"It's okay," Tim spoke, a lump in his throat.

"Go," Lyra motioned. "Go after her. You need to settle this."

"Thanks, Lyra," he said. "I can always count on you."

Tim walked to the door and opened it to find Kelly standing under the awning fidgeting with her umbrella. "Kelly," he said. "I'm sorry."

Kelly set the end of the umbrella on the ground. "No," she said. "I'm sorry. I'm being pretty unfair. I gave you that fucking dare."

"I should have known you'd be upset," he countered.

"I have no right to be," Kelly said.

It was hard to argue with that. Tim would be stupid to try. "I understand," he said.

Kelly dropped the umbrella, rushed at him and kissed him tenderly. "I don't know how to fucking deal with this," she whispered.

"You said it yourself," Tim responded. "It can never happen again."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "No, it can't." She grabbed her umbrella and jogged off into the rain.

Tim wanted desperately to chase her, to go after his friend, wrap his arms around her, kiss her and be with her the way he had that one time. He wanted to, but he couldn't. He shouldn't. It would be selfish for him to do so.

He slowly walked back into the bar and sat down across from Lyra.

"Intense," she said. "Is Kelly okay?"

"I hope so," Tim replied, "but I have the feeling I just lost a good friend."

Lyra's hand slipped over his. "I'm so sorry, Tim," she said. "Let me buy your next round and you can talk about it as long as you like."

Tim smiled. "Thanks Lyra, but I'm going to be late as it is."

"Late for what?" she asked.

Tim rolled his eyes. "Me and a few of the designers are supposed to go to Marion Tanner's house for dinner tonight."

"Suck-up to the big boss?" Lyra inquired.

Tim nodded his confirmation. "I already said I'd go. It would look bad if I ditched."

"Better go, then," said Lyra. "Try to enjoy yourself. Try to keep your mind off Kelly."

"I'll try."

"And I'm sorry. I kind of pushed you into going through with that dare with Jeannie."

"It's not your fault, Lyra. It was my decision. Okay, I have to run, but I'll talk to you Monday."

"Just remember, Tim," she said. "You needed to get her out of your head. That's why you slept with Jeannie. You still need to get her out of your head for your own good, and for hers."

Tim nodded.

Lyra hugged him goodbye and Tim headed out to his car. He flipped through radio stations as he tried to put the evening's events behind him. After a half-hour drive, Tim arrived at Marion Tanner's house.

Marion greeted him at the door and invited him in. Marion Tanner was the co-founder of the agency. She was a striking woman in her mid fifties, with blue eyes and brown hair with streaks of gray. She was surprisingly cordial considering that Tim was about an hour late to the party.

David, Phillip, Sergei, Samantha, and Jeannie were already finishing up their dinners. Each one was a different creative type, with differing looks and styles.

Jeannie Novaczek had a pierced eyebrow and a party-girl body. Her hair was dyed the same blue as her eyes, shaved on the sides into a sort of wide Mohawk. He couldn't help but remember what she looked like naked, her ornate tattoos covering her pearly skin.

Sergei Sidelnykov was a fifty-something Creative Director. He had thick, horn-rimmed glasses, slicked blonde hair and a very European wardrobe.

Phillip Bartolomeo was a young, portly, red-haired metrosexual designer who lived to talk about indie music.

Samantha Wengler was a homely sort, a fellow Art Director of indeterminate age, with a bob haircut, out of fashion glasses and the most plain-jane type of apparel hanging on her stick-figure frame.

David Kendall was one of the Associate Creative Directors, a handsome man of about forty years. He had dark-brown hair and knew how to pull off the business-casual look, a blazer over a t-shirt and jeans.

Marion offered Tim some food. He accepted, but just picked a few items to carry on a small plate as he followed the group of artists to the kitchen for an after-dinner glass of wine. Marion had most likely been drinking for a while. She seemed more relaxed than he normally saw her when she was in the office, as rare as that event was.

When she was in the office, she tended to dress well, a professional look. It was a change of pace to see her in her home environment wearing a pair of jeans, no shoes and an un-tucked, white, button-down shirt.

Samantha Wengler stood, holding a glass of wine and not saying whole lot. Jeannie Novaczek pretty much watched the clock the entire evening, looking for the right time to bow out. Sergei dominated the conversation, seeking opportunities to name drop and mention the great thinks he'd seen or done. Phillip nodded and commented sycophantically to everything Sergei said. David and Marion had decided to ignore Sergei's filibuster and were gradually turning side comments into a completely separate conversation.

This left Tim caught between two conversations. One that he couldn't really hear and one that he didn't want to hear.

David motioned to Tim. "Hey, you did that stuff for Dynacorp, right?"

Tim seized the opportunity and stepped over to where David and Marion were standing. "Yeah, about a month ago," he replied.

"It's fantastic," said Marion. "You did that? It's terrific work."

"Thanks," said Tim. "It had its share of challenges, but it turned out pretty well."

"Tim's one of the best Art Directors we have," said David.

"Thanks Dave," Tim replied.

"You know what the art reminds me of?" said Marion, in her smooth English accent. "It reminds me of Preston Silver."

"Is that an artist?" asked Tim.

"Oh, yes," she answered, "one of my favorites. I have one of his paintings. I can show it to you later, if you like."

"Sounds great," Tim smiled.

"I think you'll like it, Tim," said David. "You're in for a treat." He gave Marion a quick wink, a curious gesture, Tim thought. "Well, I ought to be heading home," David concluded.

"Thanks for being here, and good luck in the new job," said Marion, giving him a quick hug. David waved at the rest of the guests, including Sergei, who didn't stop talking long enough to notice. Then he stepped out the front door.

"New job?" asked Tim.

"Oh, I thought you knew," said Marion. "David accepted a job as Creative Director for Hemisphere."

"Oh, wow," Tim exclaimed. "I didn't know that."

Tim looked over at Jeannie. She seemed relieved that Dave had left. The seal had been broken. With one guest gone, she no longer bore the burden of being the party-pooper. She quickly excused herself, and Samantha followed.

Tim stood next to Marion, half-heartedly listening to Sergei go on and on with Phillip. She leaned over and whispered. "Come see the balcony."

Tim smiled and grabbed his wine glass from the counter, happy for the escape. He followed Marion to the balcony, which looked out over a pond. "This is a nice house, Marion."

"It's nicer out here, right now," she joked.

Tim laughed. "Yeah. Does Sergei ever shut up?"

"Hey now," Marion said. "That's the Creative Director you're talking about... I'm joking. No, I don't think he's capable."

The rain had thankfully stopped. It had turned into a lovely night. Marion leaned against the railing; glass in her hand, her hair drifting back away from her face. She was quite attractive for a woman in her fifties. Tim recalled the kiss Kelly had given him earlier and realized his arousal was in danger of becoming apparent. He was thankful that it was dark out, but he had to make an effort to keep Kelly off his mind. The top two buttons of Marion's shirt were undone, and as she held her shoulders back to prop herself against the railing on her elbows, her collar separated, revealing her upper chest. This did nothing to help Tim's state.

"I'm surprised," said Tim. "I thought I'd meet the rest of your family tonight."

"No, just me," said Marion, "I have an ex-husband back in England. My daughters are both in college in other states, so it's just me."

"Why do you have such a big house, then?" Tim asked.

"I honestly don't know," Marion replied. "Truth is, I'm on the road so much that I barely need a permanent address. I've thought of selling it a few times, but having a home somewhere is awfully nice."

"Ever have visitors?"

"Had six of them this evening."

"No, I mean people you don't work with."

Marion raised an eyebrow. "That's none of your business," she laughed.

"No, no," Tim stammered. "I meant..."

"I know," said Marion. "I'm having some fun with you." She looked him up and down quickly. "How about you? Do you... ever have visitors?"

"You mean..."

"Girlfriends. Do you have anyone you're seeing?"

"I'm..." Tim was having a hard time not picturing Kelly Forbes naked in the back of her SUV, rain pelting the windows as his body pressed against hers. "I'm not sure."

"I see," said Marion. "No prospects? What about that Kelly you spend so much time with at work. You two always seem like you're together when I'm in town."

"No," Tim answered, taking a sip from his glass. "No, not Kelly."

"Not interested?"

"Not available."

"I see," Marion nodded. "Unrequited?"

"Not unrequited," Tim admitted. "Married."

Marion nodded. She understood. "What about the other one? What's her name? Who's the other girl, the black girl? Lisa?"

"Lyra?"

"Yes, Lyra. What about her?"

"She's a friend."

"No better way to begin than as friends," she said. "David and I have been friends for years."

"David Kendall?" Tim's eyes widened. "You have a relationship with Dave?"

"Heavens no," Marion laughed. "I don't do relationships, not anymore."

"So you..."

"We've had a night or two, that's all," she said. "I'm a busy woman."

"I see," said Tim. He was seeing his boss in a different light. She was at home, relaxed and casual. There was an elegant sexuality to her.

Marion looked through the glass doors, through her living room and into the kitchen. "Unbelievable," she said. "I can't believe they're still gabbing away in there. Sergei knows how to overstay his welcome."

"I hope I haven't overstayed mine."

"Nonsense. I just don't like the idea of someone holding my kitchen hostage."

"Yeah, As long as Sergei has an audience I don't think he's going anywhere, and Phillip is his kind of suck-up."

"Stay here," Marion said. "I'll tell them you left. Maybe Sergei will leave and his protégé will go with him."

"It's worth a try," Tim laughed.

"You'll stick around though, won't you?" she urged. "I still need to show you that Preston Silver painting."

Marion stepped into the house, leaving Tim alone in the quiet pleasance of the evening air. He wondered what Kelly was doing, if she had gone home into the comfort of her husband's arms. In a way, he hoped she had. He hoped she would just be with her husband and be happy. If Tim had any chance of putting Kelly behind him, he would have to do things differently, maybe find someone of his own. He needed to close the book on Kelly, but in the mean time, he had to move on. Perhaps Lyra had been right. Perhaps hooking up with Jeannie had been a good idea after all. Perhaps, at least, he was on the right track.

Marion returned. "I'm good," she bragged.

"They left?"

"They left." She tugged on Tim's sleeve. "Let me show you that painting."

He followed her through the living room, through the kitchen, and down the hall to an open door. Stepping through, Tim saw a large painting over a high, king sized bed.

It was her bedroom.

"Doesn't it remind you of your Dynacorp work?" Marion asked.

"Yeah," said Tim. "A little."

It didn't. It was becoming obvious that Marion had used the painting to get him alone in her bedroom. He wasn't sure if this pleased him not. The thought of being seduced by Marion Tanner was undeniably exciting, but he had dipped his pen in the company ink twice already, something he admitted was a bad policy. Furthermore, Marion was his boss; not just his boss, the co-owner of the company.

The attractive fifty-something woman climbed onto her bed. She lied on her side, looking at him. Somehow, two more of the buttons on her white shirt had come undone and it had fallen open to reveal her bra. Tim conspicuously tried to keep his eyes on the painting, but his erection was difficult to hide at this point.

"You're a handsome man, Tim," Marion said. "It's a lovely night, and it's just the two of us."

Tim's eyes pulled away from the painting toward Marion. "It's nice to get better acquainted with you," he said.

"It's a pleasure to have the company," she smiled, her piercing blue eyes locked with his. "You're welcome to stay a while... become a bit more comfortable."

"Do I seem uncomfortable?" Tim smiled back.

Marion laughed, tossing her hair back across her neck. "Yeah. A little. Don't worry so much. I know that you're a young guy and you might not be interested in spending the night with a woman in her fifties. I won't take it personally, and whatever you decide to do, I won't make things difficult for you at work. I'm barely in the office these days."

"You're an excellent negotiator," said Tim.

"I wouldn't be where I am today if I wasn't." Marion got back to her feet and stood in front of Tim. "What do you think?"

Tim paused. "I think I need to see more," he said.

"Now who's the negotiator?" Marion smiled. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off. She grabbed her glass of wine from the nearby table and sipped it, keeping her eyes locked to his, seductively. "I'd like see more too," she said.

"What would you like to see?" he asked.

Marion placed the fingernail of her index finger between her teeth. "You know what I want to see, but why don't we start with your shirt?"

Tim removed his shirt. "If you want more than that, you'll have to kiss me first," he said, playfully.

Marion placed her wine glass back on the table, pressed against him, shook her hair back away from her face and touched her lips to his, gently. Tim couldn't believe he was kissing his much-older boss. His lips caressed hers and she responded with increasing passion. Marion's hands ran over the small of his back as they kissed.

Tim's hands ran under her shirt, touching her skin, climbing up until he had unhooked her bra. His erection pressed against her, wanting to be freed from the confines of his jeans.

Her lips parted from his. "You've unhooked me," Marion said. "Well done." She unbuttoned her shirt the rest of the way, took it off, slid the straps of her bra off her shoulders and let it slide down her arms to the floor.

She stood in just her panties, exposed. She was very well put together for a woman of her age. Her breasts were about the same size as Kelly's, or maybe a little bigger, but hung slightly from the passage of time. She was thin with a slight swell just under her belly button. She was elegant and sexy. "It's your turn," she said, in her irresistible English accent. "Take off your pants."

Tim kicked off his shoes, removed his socks and pulled down his jeans. His erection stood out against his boxers. "So, here we are," he joked.

"You know I didn't just mean your pants," Marion said. "I can see you're well equipped. Finish the job."

Tim removed his boxers. "Happy?" he asked. 

Marion examined him with her eyes. "Very." She didn't wait. She wiggled out of her panties and cast them aside. She sat on the bed and shimmied back so she could lie down, her legs parted, knees in the air.

Tim approached. He ran his hands down the outside of her legs down to her ass. He knelt and kissed the inside of her thigh, closer and closer to her pussy. As his lips met her clit, Marion moaned and whispered, "Yes. Yes."

Tim licked her along the opening to her pussy. His tongue reached her clit again and he pressed against it. Marion had a hard time holding still. She fondled her nipples and squirmed as Tim's lips and tongue satisfied her.

His hands ran up her sides and back down over her hips and he kept on lapping at her pussy. "Oh, Tim," she cried out. "Don't stop. That feels so good."

He gladly continued, licking and kissing her clit until finally, with a few thrusts of his tongue, Marion was brought to orgasm. She grasped the bedspread in her fists as she tensed and let out a long "Ohhhhhhhhh, yes."

Tim didn't wait for her to recover. He grabbed both legs and pulled until she slid to the edge of her bed. The bed was high enough that by crouching slightly, his dick was in the right position for entry. He held her legs and pressed the head of his cock against the entrance of her pussy.

He pushed into Marion and she shouted "Yes. Fuck me, Tim."





Never Again Pt. 03



Tim thrust deep into her, then back out. Slowly, in long strokes he penetrated her again and again. Her eyes, deep-blue and seductive, were fixed on his. Tim and Marion were in a trance, focused on the pleasure of their sex. He watched her body move rhythmically to each thrust and lost track of time. After fifteen minutes of long, slow strokes, Tim quickened the pace.

Marion reached out with her arms and Tim lowered his upper body to meet them. Her hands slid around to his back and she drew him down to her. His body was pressed to hers. They kissed and allowed their hands to explore as Tim fucked her pussy rapidly.

"I want you to cum inside me," Marion whispered.

"I'm not quite there yet," Tim responded.

"In that case," she said, "let's switch. I firmly believe that an employee shouldn't work harder than his boss."

Tim laughed as he pulled out and lied on his back and leaned against the headboard. Marion straddled his lap, facing away from him, held his cock and guided it into her pussy.

She moved forward and back, her upper body dancing in rhythm to the motion of her hips. Moving fast, then slow, then fast again, she worked Tim's cock like a professional. Before long, Marion climaxed, but she kept going, prodding Tim with her motion and with her words.

"You feel so good in my pussy, Tim," she said in her sensual accent. "You're so hot. You're my hot young stud. Fill my pussy." Her hips were even more forceful now. She ran her hands up over her breasts and moaned with pleasure. "Fill me with your hot seed. Give me your cum."

Tim watched her move. Even in the fury of her rocking hips, she was graceful and elegant. Tension built in his balls. The pleasure of Marion's pussy was reaching its pinnacle. "Oh yes," he said. "I'm gonna cum."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhnnnn!" he cried out as he emptied his semen into Marion.

She had drained him. There was nothing left to give. He was completely relaxed, staring at Marion's nude form, her brown and gray hair touching her upper back as her head fell back.

She pulled off of Tim's cock and lied down against his side. His arm wrapped her body and his eyes opened. He kissed her again. "You were right," he said.

"Right about what?" Marion asked.

He smiled. "It's a good fucking painting."

Marion laughed and slapped his chest. "I'm glad you liked it."

Tim's mind was beginning to clear. He thought of Kelly again. "Yeah," he said. "This was nice."

"But," said Marion.

"But what?" Tim asked.

"But, there's something on your mind, isn't there?" she asked. "You're thinking about that woman, the married one, Kelly."

Tim couldn't deny it. He nodded. "I have some things I need to resolve."

"So," she said, "It's probably not a good idea to keep this going if you're trying to win over Kelly."

"Yeah," said Tim. "I hate to say it, but it can never happen again. I hope that's okay."

"I'm a big girl," Marion laughed. "I think I can handle it." She reached down and stroked Tim's cock in her hand.

Tim laughed at the double entendre.

"You know," said Marion, "technically we're still together for the rest of the night. What do you say to one last go-round?"

He looked at her and began to harden. He smiled. "Sure. One more, but after that, never again."



Never Again Pt. 04



I'm not done with you yet

Things were changing for Tim Wallace. He had accepted a position as Senior Art Director for Hemisphere, a Seattle marketing agency, and was completing his first week on the job.

The job offer came shortly after David Kendall, someone he had worked with at Branson Tanner, another local agency, became the Creative Director at Hemisphere. It was a promotion and a welcome change of pace.

Tim had made a lot of mistakes in the past year, not the least of which was having a one-night stand with his co-worker and good friend, Kelly Forbes. Even though they agreed it couldn't ever happen again, their romantic feelings for one another complicated things greatly. Tim tried to get Kelly off his mind by sleeping with Jeannie, another co-worker, but that only served to make Kelly upset. The confrontation drove Tim into the arms of yet another woman, Marion, who co-owned Branson Tanner.

It was a mess.

So, when Dave offered Tim the job at Hemisphere, he accepted. He hadn't found a way to resolve things with Kelly and wasn't likely to. It would be better to get away from the problem and settle in for a fresh start. He had a new title, a new work address, he had recently turned 33, and for the first time in months, he was adequately distracted from Kelly.

That isn't to say that he was willing to cut all ties to his life at Branson Tanner. He was still in regular contact with Lyra Price, a thick, black Project Manager he had befriended early on. Lyra had known Kelly long before Tim started at Branson Tanner, but quickly became his friend and confidant alongside Kelly. She often called him for a sympathetic ear, especially recently as she was going through a breakup with Derek, her boyfriend of four years.

He didn't mind hearing from Lyra, even if it was just to hear her complain. It allowed him, on occasion, against his own better judgment, to find out about Kelly. Lyra confided that Kelly had also taken a job at a different agency, that things weren't going well between Kelly and her husband, Mark, and that she wouldn't be surprised to see the marriage end.

Such news added to Tim's confusion. After a while, he stopped asking. It was better to leave Kelly out of his life. He had a new group of people in his life now, and it would be wise to focus on getting to know them, this time without making the same mistakes he had before.

The end of Tim's first week in the new job afforded him just such an opportunity. Dave gathered a group from Hemisphere to hit a local bar for happy hour. Tim was invited. Thankfully it wasn't Marty's, Tim's usual bar. He didn't want to risk bumping into Kelly. This was Palley O'Malley's, a bigger bar and one of Dave Kendall's favorite haunts.

Tim walked in and noticed the sign. Karaoke at 8:00, it read. Lyra came to mind. It was one of her favorite things to do. He texted her immediately. "Karaoke at Palley O'Malley's, 8:00."

He sat down with a group of his new co-workers and struck up conversations about work stuff, people's hobbies, and the best things to see and do in Seattle. Dave Kendall had vanished, so Tim was without the only familiar face in the office. He managed small talk as best as he could and even met two or three people who shared his sense of humor, but he was relieved to get a text back from Lyra. "OMG," she said. "I love Karaoke. Sing one for me."

"Why don't you drop by?" he answered.

"I don't want to crash someone else's party," she replied.

Tim didn't want to make Lyra uncomfortable. He would have to seek familiarity elsewhere. He walked near the bar and found Dave, who was chatting up a couple of women. Dave welcomed him over and introduced him to Priscilla and Shannon. They were gorgeous. Priscilla was of latin heritage and had long dark brown hair. Shannon had curly, short blonde hair and tattoo sleeves. Dave pulled Tim aside and explained that he had just met them and that he was well on his way to taking them both home. Tim was impressed and a little jealous. Dave clearly knew how to play the field.

Dave's assessment was accurate. Before long, he was paying his tab and leaving the bar with both women in tow.

It was almost 8:00. By then, there were only about five of his co-workers left in the bar. Tim texted Lyra. "Come by. Almost no one left from party. Time to let out your diva."

Lyra replied immediately. "Put in What's Love Got To Do With It for me. I'll be there in ten."

She was true to her word. At 8:09, Lyra strode in wearing a light-gray sweater-dress and knee-high black boots. Tim stood and gave her a hug. "Ready to rock this party?" he asked.

A haggard looking woman screeched a Journey song from the karaoke stage and Lyra laughed. "I don't know. The competition seems pretty fierce," she replied.

The man running karaoke seemed eager to tear the microphone from the screeching woman. "That was Betty, everyone," he half-heartedly announced. There were sparse pity-claps in random corners of the bar.

"Up next," he said, "Lyra. Can I get Lyra up here?"

"That's me," Lyra winked at Tim. She half jogged her way to the microphone. "Hi everyone," she romanced the crowd, as the first chords of What's Love Got To Do With It rang through the speakers.

She began and it was a stark contrast. Tim wondered if the patrons of Palley O'Malley's saw it coming. "You must understand that the touch of your hand makes my pulse react, that it's only the thrill of boy meeting girl. Opposites attract."

She was at the top of her game. "It's physical, only logical. You must try to ignore that it means more than that."

By the time she got to the chorus, people were on their feet, cheering. Lyra was in her element. She finished the song to a standing ovation and left the stage to join Tim. 

He ordered her a beer and clinked his glass to her bottle. "It's been too long since we've had a fun night out," he said.

"Agreed," she replied, "and It's about to get more fun too."

The singer who was up after Lyra was finishing up his song, some crooner Sinatra stuff. "How so?" Tim asked.

"Up next," the karaoke man began.

"No," said Tim.

The karaoke man continued. "Tim. Can I get Tim up here?"

"Yes," said Lyra.

"You'll pay," said Tim as he walked up to the stage. It was a song he recognized, a blues song, Five Long Years. He'd done it before when he went out with Lyra and Kelly a year ago. It went over well. This time was no different. There were some whistles and shouts as he sang his heart out. "I worked five long years for one woman. She had the nerve to put me out."

If anyone from Hemisphere was still in the bar, they were being treated to a side of Tim that he rarely showed. "She had the nerve. She had the nerve. She had the nerrrrrrrve... to put me out."

It was another standing ovation. Tim went back to Lyra and high fived. "The score's tied," he said. "Better put in another song."

That started a two-hour volley for top dog of karaoke. It was just silly enough of an endeavor to keep the two suitably entertained. The crowd, inspired by how much fun they were having, began to get into it, putting in songs to sing. The caliber of singing went up as the time between Tim and Lyra's performances increased.

More of their time was spent laughing and drinking. It had been a while since Tim had so much fun.

Lyra smiled and laughed. The extra weight she carried gave her a formidable bust, which shook beneath her light-gray sweater-dress. She caught Tim looking.

It wasn't as if Tim didn't notice the thick black woman before. She had been there all along. Yet, Tim had spent so much of his time pining for Kelly that he didn't give Lyra much more than a cursory glance, ironic considering it had been she who had been there for him so often, when Kelly's attention drifted to Mark.

"Eyes up, rock star," Lyra smiled.

"What?" said Tim.

"You know what," she said. She turned her head to watch the singer and turned back. "Actually, look all you want. I'm feeling like a total diva tonight."

She pressed her breasts together from the sides and threw her hair back. "I love these puppies," she said and laughed. "More than Derek ever did, anyway."

"Derek isn't into you that way?" Tim asked.

Lyra shook her head. The beer was beginning to affect her. "That guy doesn't know what he's into, but he certainly isn't going into me anymore."

Tim's eyebrows went up. "You two are officially through, then?"

Lyra nodded. "What about you? You done with Kelly yet?"

Tim was surprised. Lyra wasn't typically so direct. "I hope so," he replied.

The corner of her mouth turned up, amused, and she bit her lower lip. She swiveled back and forth in her chair. "Kelly's a bitch," she slurred.

The two were silent for a moment before laughing uncontrollably. It was such an undeniable release. Kelly had been such a huge part of the angst of the past year that losing the pretense had the affect of throwing their cares away.

"Whaddaya say, Tim?" said Lyra. "I'm pretty much done with singing and I don't want to get too drunk. What say we call it a night?"

"Sounds good," Tim replied. "I'll pay up and meet you at the door. You're not driving anywhere."

Lyra nodded. She tapped him on the nose with the end of her finger. "You're pretty," she joked.

It wasn't a long drive to Lyra's apartment. They climbed the stairs and Lyra, out of nowhere, said, "I didn't mean to call Kelly a bitch."

"I know," said Tim.

Lyra turned and pressed her back against the wall next to her door.

"Kelly's my friend," she said. "So are you. I hope you know that."

"I do know that," Tim smiled, "and I know you don't think she's a bitch. Truth is, right now, I don't care if she is or isn't."

"Do you really mean that, Tim?"

"Yeah, I do."

Lyra's eyes seemed to scan his face. Perhaps she was looking for a sign of his sincerity.

Her eyes rested on his mouth. She wet her lips with her tongue. Tim didn't know if she was simply vulnerable in the wake of her breakup with Derek or if it was something else.

Lyra's mouth formed a smile. "Enough of the deep shit," she chuckled. It was that abrupt direct-ness again. "Anyway, thanks for showing me a fun night."

"It's what I do for spicy divas with great racks," he shot back.

She reached forward and hugged him. Her smiling face looked up at his. He smiled back, briefly realizing that neither she nor he had let go. There was none of the awkward nervous energy Tim had always had in the arms of a woman. They were having fun, still smiling and laughing...

...even as they began to kiss.

It seemed a natural extension of their conversation, as if it was just another form of laughter.

Then the kisses became longer and deeper.

The door opened. They walked into her apartment. She grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom.

"Don't mind the mess," said Lyra, as she fumbled at the buttons of his shirt. "I promise, I'm not drunk. Well, not too drunk anyway. I just can't seem to figure out your shirt," she chuckled.

"I got this," he said. Maybe he was distracted by what was happening, but he struggled with the buttons too. Finally, he just pulled the shirt up over his head.

Lyra laughed loudly, pressed her hands to his chest and kissed him. Her lips were luscious and thick. Her kisses were very different, but worth the adjustment.

"Never kissed a white guy before," said Lyra.

"Me neither," Tim responded. "I mean I've never kissed a black girl."

Lyra kept smiling and laughing. She unzipped one of her black leather boots and nearly fell over as she took it off, having to support herself with a hand on the bed. "I guess there's no way to make this part sexy tonight," she giggled. "Sweater-dresses don't exactly peel off."

She wasn't wrong. She pulled up at the bottom of the dress and it bunched awkwardly as she moved the material up her body. It crested her bra-clad breasts and she pulled up sharply to get it past her head. Finally she worked it off her arms and threw it aside. "Good riddance," she smiled.

"Yeah, good riddance," Tim smiled back. He looked her up and down as she stood in white panties and a bra. The contrast made the smooth skin on her curvy body appear extra dark.

Tim took down his pants and tripped slightly as he pulled them off. He leaned on the bed and took off his socks. "This is going well," he joked.

Lyra approached him, pressed her body to his and kissed him deeply. Her lips parted from his and she looked into his eyes. "Okay," she said. "Let's see if we can at least make this part sexy."

She drew her shoulders back and pushed her chest out toward him. Tim looked down, found the hook on her bra and unhooked it. "So far so good," he said.

He pushed the straps down her shoulders and the bra fell. Her heavy breasts were naked and Tim's hands roamed over them. He lifted up on one of them, knelt and drew his mouth to her nipple. His tongue circled it as his lips pressed to her soft flesh. He moved to the other one. "Is that better?" he asked.

"It's pretty fuckin' hot," she answered.

He licked her other nipple, wrapping his arms around her body and pushing his face into the soft skin of her breasts. He licked and sucked as her nipple hardened against his tongue.

Lyra moaned. "Yes," she said. "You have to take your boxers off. No more foreplay. I just want you in me now."

The urgency in her voice made Tim's cock even more erect. He stood and dropped his boxers. Lyra shimmied onto the bed and removed her panties.

There she was, a thick, sexy black woman lying on the bed, her legs parted, her pussy on display. She looked up at him as he stared at her; cock in hand.

"Oh yes," Lyra said, lust in her eyes. "Put your big hard cock in me."

Tim moved onto the bed, planting his palms on it alongside Lyra's body. The head of his cock pressed against the outer folds of her pussy. Slowly, he worked his cock into her. She was slippery from arousal as he gradually went deeper.

Lyra's eyes closed. She was focused on the sensation of having her pussy full of Tim's cock. "I fucking want you," she breathed. "Fuck me."

He lowered himself to kiss her as he began to slide his dick in and out. Her lips responded to his with passion and depth. Her naked body against his was electrifying. She reacted to each slow penetration as though it was the first. Her tongue slid between his lips. She didn't merely accept his sex. She devoured it. Her arms wrapped his body. Her right hand caressed his ass. Her knees were raised, with one of her legs crossing behind him.

She reached orgasm much faster than Tim anticipated, parting from their kiss so that her mouth could open to pant from her pleasure. Her body stiffened as her pussy clamped down on his cock. She cried out and then relaxed, laughing and smiling, looking into Tim's eyes and kissing him tenderly.

Tim lifted off of Lyra and lied on his back with his head on the pillow. His hand stroked his cock as he looked at the curvy black woman. It was still slick from her pussy.

Lyra watched him for a moment and then got off her back. "I'm not done with you yet," she said. Her knees straddled his lap and she guided him into herself again. She moved in her seated position, her body bouncing as she rode Tim's cock.

It was a feast for the eyes: Her dark skin against his white skin, the look of pleasure on her face, her hair as it tossed back and forth, her big tits and the way her soft flesh bounced with each movement.

His hands roamed over her smooth black skin as she rocked her hips against him, working his big cock in her pussy. "You're so fucking sexy," he said.

"I didn't realize how much I needed this," she responded. She slowed down and stopped.

"What?" Tim inquired, confused as to why she stopped.

"Sorry," she said. "I just find it kind of amusing that we're doing this. Don't take it personally. I just didn't see this coming."

Tim chuckled. "Yeah, given the past year, I don't think anyone expected us to be together like this."

"Know what, though?" she asked. "It feels pretty fucking good."

"It's fun," said Tim.

"Yeah," agreed Lyra. "Fun. That's it. That's the right word." Her eyebrow raised in a mischievous look. "Speaking of fun..."

She dismounted, turned around and guided him back in so that she still sat atop his cock, but facing the opposite direction. Her hands rested on his thighs as she looked over her shoulder seductively at Tim. Her hips began to move and her big round ass bounced before him. He held Lyra's hips as she ground against him, quickly working his cock in her pussy again and again. She felt so fucking good.

It felt like Lyra was ready for another orgasm. Tim sat up and wrapped his arms around her. His hands glided up over her fleshy stomach and kneaded her tits as he kissed her shoulders and neck from behind. Her body moved with his as he fucked from underneath, her skin pressed tightly against his. She stiffened and cried out as she came a second time.

She collapsed forward and pulled Tim with her so that she was on her hands and knees and he was behind her. He got his legs under him so that he knelt and pushed again into her.

"I can't believe how fucking hot this is," she exclaimed.

Sweat dripped from Tim's forehead as he thrust deep into Lyra. Quickly and forcefully he pounded her pussy, caught up in the act. He held tightly to her wide hips, watching the flesh of her substantial ass bounce against his thrusts. Beads of sweat glided down her smooth dark skin from her exertion as she pushed back on him.

She moaned and cried out. "Oh. Yes. Fuck. Yes, fuck me. Oh Tim. Oh fuck me. Fill my pussy," she shouted.

The rhythmic undulation of her full-figured body before him was hypnotic. His mind was in a daze, drunk on the sensations of their sex. He didn't want it to end, but knew he was very close to climaxing.

"Yes, Tim. Yes," she continued. "Come for me, baby."

An overpowering pleasure ran down the length of his cock as he erupted, shooting his hot cum into her pussy.

Lyra let her arms and legs go limp. She fell forward to the bed and Tim traveled with her, his cock still inside. He lied atop her, kissing the skin on the back of her neck.

Her eyes were closed. She smiled broadly. "Oh Tim," she panted. "That was so what I needed."

"Me too," he said.

After about a minute, Tim climbed off of Lyra and stood. She turned onto her side and stared at him for a while.

"That was so great," said Tim.

"Yeah. It was fun," she agreed. "I just hope it wasn't a big mistake."

"I don't see how it could be," he replied.

"You know, Tim, I know that you still have unresolved feelings for Kelly."

"Is this the part where you tell me we shouldn't do this again?" Tim asked.

"No," said Lyra. "Whatever you decide to do, just know that I'll always be here for you."

Tim smiled. "You always have."

Four days later, Tim folded laundry in his living room. It was nine at night and he was anxious to finish up so he could relax.

As the Seattle rain fell outside his window, there was a knock on his door.

It seemed a bit late for a surprise visit, especially during such a downpour. He hoped that, whoever it was, it was not going to take up much of his time. He was in a hurry to put his feet up and relax.

He opened the door.

"Hi Tim," said Kelly. She looked as good as ever; a pretty face, her blonde hair damp from the rain.

"Kelly, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"I hope it's okay that I'm here," she stated. "I really needed to see you."

Tim paused and reluctantly stood away from the doorway to let her in.

"I didn't want to leave things to be the way they were the last time I saw you," Kelly said. "I've wanted to call you so many times."

"Why didn't you?" Tim said, coldly.

"Would you have answered?" she asked.

Tim looked at the floor. "I don't know."




Never Again Pt. 04



She placed her hand under his chin and lifted his face to hers. "I'm so sorry," she said.

Her lips moved onto his so smoothly that he barely had the means to react. Her lips intertwined with his, and as it dawned on him what was happening, he breathed and responded to her kiss, placing his hands on her waist and pressing his lips deeper to hers. 

It was as though she was an irresistible force. Before he knew what was happening, he had collapsed onto his couch, her body atop his, kissing her passionately.

Every minute of their first time together flooded his mind, that one time, months ago. When was it?

Every kiss, every touch, every taste, and every thrust they shared in the back of her SUV in the parking lot, in the rain, in their desperate, passionate, sexual embrace, was overwhelming him all over again.

Kelly was like a drug he couldn't live without, like a habit he couldn't give up. The deluge of undeniable desire was drowning out the objection in the back of his mind telling him to stop.

Her hand had slipped into his pants and the very touch of her skin to his cock had taken control of him.

The faint warnings of his mind were all but snuffed out, but still present.

"Oh, Tim," Kelly breathed. "I want to feel you again. I want to have you like I did before."

His warnings were fighting for attention. "Kelly, it's such a bad idea," he whispered back between her kisses. "You're married. This is wrong."

"Mark doesn't need to know," she said. "We can keep it a secret."

The objections of his conscience were coming back to life, gasping for air. "No," he said. I don't want that."

Kelly's hand began to move over his cock. "Are you sure?' she asked. "Are you sure you don't want to fuck me like you did before?"

What conscience?

His hands pressed to her back, pressing her body into his, drawing them into an even deeper kiss.

Kelly lifted herself so that she was upright, straddling Tim. His eyes were fixed on her as she began to unbutton her shirt and it triggered his thoughts once more. Was this really happening? Did he really want to throw away all he had done to get over her? Did he really want Kelly to cheat on her husband a second time? Did he really think this was going to end well?

His objections were rising up. They were overcoming the odds. They stood a chance of winning out. He was answering the questions raised in his mind, and the answer was no.

Another set of questions sprang to mind. Had he, perhaps, stumbled into something he wanted more than Kelly? Did he stand a better chance for happiness without Kelly making his life confusing? Did he want something better, more reliable, and more joyful in his life?

"Kelly," he said as he placed his hands over hers to stop her from unbuttoning her shirt. "I'm not doing this anymore."

"Not even this once and never again?" she asked.

"How'd that work out the last time?" he countered. "I won't do that to you again. I won't do that to myself again. Never again."

Kelly shook her head. "I don't believe you."

"There's someone else," he said.

Kelly stood and faced away from Tim. "Who?"

"No. You don't have the right to be jealous," Tim said. "Your husband. Make things right with your husband. Do what I'm doing. Move on."

"Is this goodbye, then?" she asked.

"It has to be," he replied.

Kelly turned and hugged him. This time, Tim didn't feel as though she had any control over him. "Go be happy, Kelly."

"You too," she said.

She turned and walked out the door. Tim smiled. As the door closed, the meaning of it sank in. He was finally done.

He looked at the laundry basket on the floor, waved his hand dismissively at it and picked up his phone. His plans for a relaxing evening had changed.

It was five thirty in the morning. The rain had subsided and it was all but quiet in Tim's bedroom. The slippery, sensuous sounds of lips sliding up and down his cock were unhindered.

Pleasure built to its fullest measure in his erect dick as wet, full lips glided over its length. The tender, passionate sucking made it nearly impossible for Tim to contain himself any longer.

"Yes," the voice of his lover sounded, "cum for me, baby." Her lips slid back onto him, eager for the heat of his semen.

"Lyra, you feel so good," Tim said as he released, flooding her mouth with the product of her efforts.

She swallowed his load and looked up at him, smiling. "Did you like that?" 

Tim smiled back. "I'm glad you agreed to come over."

"I bet you are," she laughed, sitting on his leg and wrapping and arm around his shoulder. "Why wouldn't I agree to come over?"

"I didn't know if you wanted to do this again," he replied.

She kissed him, tenderly. "I definitely want to do this again."

She stood, grabbed his hands and backed up and pulled him to his feet. "And again," she said.

She sat on the bed. "And again."

She lied on her back, her knees in the air. "And again."

Her knees parted. "And again."

Tim looked at her, a thick, sexy black woman lying on the bed, her legs parted, her pussy on display. He knew what she wanted. He wanted it too. He ran his hands down her smooth thighs as his head lowered between her legs.

"Yes, taste me, baby," Lyra said.

Tim gave her the best his tongue could offer. He wanted to give her the pleasure she deserved. She had always been there for him. It was time he did the same.

Before long, Lyra was rocking her hips against his face. As she climaxed, she cried out "Yessssssssss."

She lied there, spent, Tim's head resting on her stomach, and the first light of morning crept through the cloudy Seattle horizon. 

"I have to admit," said Lyra, "I was surprised when you told me what happened with Kelly. I thought you'd never get over her."

Tim smiled. "It's a whole new day," he said.