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Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 01

By: bluedragonauthor



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The following is a sequel of sorts to "John Billionaire". Familiarity with "Billionaire" and its characters will greatly enhance the reading experience of this story, although it is not a requirement.

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-- PROLOGUE --

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It was just an ordinary day when I first saw her.

I stopped off at my usual little smoothie shop on the way into the office. Once I actually got to work, my admin would be bringing me regular doses of coffee caffeine every few hours, stimulating the creative neurons in my brain so that I would have a prayer of doing enough work to fulfill the sky high expectations senior management had of me.

But before getting into the office, I usually cherished the saturated sweetness of strawberry-pineapple, the closest I'd gotten to that Hawaiian vacation I never took enough time to go on. Or maybe the extra sizzle of something with Raspberry in it. And in the past couple of weeks I'd been splurging on the Açai mixes in the misguided hope that the extra antioxidants might actually improve my health. At least they tasted pretty good.

I noticed her the moment I walked into the shop, the same way any straight man notices the slender body of an in-shape young woman. Her back was to me, but the jeans she wore were tight enough to prove she had a dynamite ass and long legs absent of any cellulite. Above her flared hips was bare skin for a few inches, reaching to a trim waist before the tight baby-T she wore began to outline her upper torso.

I caught the swells of rather full bosom, which jiggled as she laughed musically from the cashier trying to flirt with her.

She paid for her order and then turned about to step away and let me place my own order. But when I caught her face, I just went rigidly still.

She was perfect. She had an exquisitely chiseled face with a perfect nose and ideal bone structure. Her creamy white skin was perfectly clear and she had a youth about her that made me think she might still be a teenager. Her electric green eyes sparkled and her fine blonde hair was perfectly done to complement her outstanding facial features. Her body was svelte and yet she had big, round breasts sitting high on her chest. And as I looked upon her beauty, lightning bolts shot up my spine as my tongue twisted in knots.

The blonde simply looked at me with mixed curiosity and amusement. She was probably used to seeing men completely fall apart at the mere sight of her, and her vermillion eyes danced with an internal laughter.

"Hey man, you gonna order?" The guy behind me poked me in the back hard enough to bruise. Typical New Yorker.

I blinked several times and then, embarrassed, I stepped forward hurriedly and gave my order to the grinning cashier. And when I was done and stepped to the side myself, I couldn't help but keep glancing at her every five seconds or so. Just when I thought I had her perfectly memorized, I had to peek again.

She never looked at me once, but I'm sure I was in her peripheral vision and a little smile tugged at the corners of her mouth while she waited.

And then one of the smoothie makers dropped a standard 24-ounce styrofoam cup onto the counter and called, "Kaitlyn!"

Immediately, the blonde stepped forward and scooped up her smoothie and then turned around to leave.

But at the last moment, I swear she winked at me.

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-- CHAPTER 1: Booty Call --

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*MONDAY*

"Taylor Brynn? As in the Taylor Brynn engaged to Jonathan Kwong?"

Melody nodded and I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Taylor Brynn had been one of the top international models known for her gorgeous blue eyes and her anatomically impossible body that put Heidi Klum to shame. I'd been in the middle of High School when she burst onto the modeling scene at eighteen. From then through college, the walls of my bedroom had been adorned with posters of her as well as more than a few of my own personal sketches.

And now the goddess herself was on the phone.

Melody, my assistant, looked at me through the plate glass wall separating my office from her desk and arched a nicely sculpted eyebrow. Her cute voice came through the speakerphone, "Should I transfer the call?"

"Uh... uh, yeah," I managed to stutter, still in shell-shock.

Seconds later, my phone rang and I gingerly picked up the headset, hooking it over my ear. "Hello?"

Instantly I grimaced, hearing the squeak in my voice and realizing that hadn't been a very professional greeting. I'd spoken with corporate CEOs and low-level International Royalty without feeling nearly this nervous.

"Is this Jeffrey Lee?" Her voice was cool, confident, and so unbelievably sexy.

"Yes..." My answer was the one word and monotonous. Dammit! Say something cool!

"Jeffrey Lee, the architect who designed the Pieterzoon estate in East Hampton?"

"Yes..." Still not cool.

I could hear the purr in Taylor's voice. "My fiancé has recently purchased some property in Montauk and we would like you to build our house."

"Uh, uh... I'd... I'd be delighted Miss Brynn."

"Please call me Taylor. I WON'T ask you again."

"Yes, of course, Taylor. I am at your convenience. When would you like to meet?"

"Would this afternoon be too soon?"

I frantically clicked through the programs on my laptop, trying to get to my calendar. Accidentally, I managed to close my calendar program entirely and silently cursed myself. "Uh... well..." I stalled. "How about three o'clock?"

"Perrrfect. I'll see you then." And with that, the line went dead.

I exhaled loudly, sagging into my seat. My eyes glanced around my office, taking in the various architectural sketches of my best designs as well as a couple of photographs. The Pieterzoon estate had been my crowning glory, both my largest project and the most expensive of my short career. And now, I just might be getting something even bigger.

I'd followed the tabloids as well as the respectable journalism surrounding Taylor's whirlwind romance with the world's richest man under 30, Jonathan Kwong. A part of me absolutely detested the man for grabbing her before I could make her fall in love with me. But a greater part of me felt happy that my angel had found her happiness. Really, what did I have to offer? I was three years younger and a few billion dollars poorer.

Still, I'd had my successes and Architectural Digest had me listed as a rising star in the design world. I'd accomplished enough to pay off my student loans and get myself into a Manhattan co-op, but my bank account was rather slim. But for all my successes, I was still just a junior Residential Architect at a firm full of legends.

The whole firm had known for months that the newly engaged Kwongs were scoping out real estate in the Hamptons. Just last week, the news broke on the property they'd purchased in Montauk; actually, it was three adjacent properties right on the Atlantic. Thirty minutes after that, every firm on the East Coast was trying to bang down Jonathan and Taylor's door to bid on the design.

And Taylor had come straight to me.

I finally got a grip on my senses and sat up straight, re-opening my desktop calendar. I had a meeting scheduled for three o'clock. I jabbed the phone. "Melody, cancel the meeting with Anders and clear my schedule for the rest of the day."

"Got it," she replied. A moment later though, her voice came back on the line. "Uh, Sheldon's coming."

I looked through the glass wall, past Melody's desk and sure enough, Theodore Sheldon was marching up the hallway. Melody tried to say something in greeting but the thin, balding senior partner just blew by her and pushed open my door.

My direct boss glared at me. "I understand that Taylor Brynn just called?" It was more statement than question.

I scrunched up my forehead. "How did you-?"

"Never mind that. What time is she coming?"

"Three o'clock."

"Today?"

I nodded.

Sheldon shot the cuffs of his blazer and flipped his wrist, checking the time on his expensive Rolex. "You'll have the Executive Conference Room. I'll meet you there at 2:30. Stacey will send the research to your admin and I'll figure out who else is competition."

He was talking so fast I could barely keep up. "Right," I replied.

"And Jeffrey, how the hell did you get her to call you?"

My blank look was all the answer he needed. Sheldon harrumphed under his breath and spun around, marching out my office.

It took me a minute to loosen my fingers from their tight grip on the armrests. My eyes were wide-open, my skin felt clammy, and my throat was dry. I felt like a tornado had just swept through my office in the last few minutes, leaving the furnishings untouched while picking me up, spinning me around a few dozen times, and then dropping me back into my chair.

And then Melody was coming into my office, pushing past my inert body and skillfully manipulating the computer and big-screen LCD mounted on the wall. "Here are the aerials Stacey sent over and the most recent landscaping survey. Sheldon's already done some preliminary work in the past couple of days. He must have been planning his own bid."

My unfocused stare at least pointed in the right direction.

My pretty blonde assistant then gave me a little smile and put her hand on my forearm. "You've got a lot of work to do."

***

"Miss Brynn! So delighted to see you again!" Sheldon stepped across the conference room and warmly took Taylor's hand.

In the past several hours, I'd gotten over my initial shock and managed to concentrate on my research, putting together a few preliminary concepts that I thought would fit the property and what I knew of Taylor's design sense. But now that she was here, live and in person, I found myself about to start hyperventilating.

Intellectually, I'd known she was as tall as me and of course I'd memorized what her face and body looked like. But somehow, she was even more gorgeous and intimidating than I'd expected. Her dark hair was currently in some exotic cut, the back cropped short above her ears, her bangs long to her chin and parted, perfectly framing her face and calling attention to her bewitching blue eyes. With her high cheekbones and perfect complexion, Taylor looked as if she were on a runway instead of in a boardroom.

Her blouse was light, thin, and boner-inducing the way the material hugged her curves. Her skirt was scandalously short, showing off creamy tan legs that went on for miles and miles, ending in strappy 4-inch heels that she somehow managed to be graceful in.

I was in awe. After some twelve years drooling over her posters and masturbating to her magazines, I was seeing Taylor Brynn in person for the first time. I knew right then and there that I was about to faint.

Sheldon was just shaking her hand, beaming that such a wealthy potential client was in his office.

Taylor frowned at him and in the tone of a head cheerleader condescending to a simpering, acne-ridden freshman, asked bluntly, "Who are you?"

I snorted. Loudly. The sound cracked the silent air like a gunshot and then I was holding my hand over my mouth in embarrassment, still feeling the mirth rising up to my eyes. The dizzy feeling evaporated and I got my bearings.

"Ah, Jeffrey!" Taylor turned to me, dropping Sheldon's hand and walking directly for me. "So good to finally meet you!" she said as she shook my hand vigorously, her eyes sweeping me up and down. "You're much more handsome than your photo," she purred enticingly.

My eyes went wide and I replied without thinking, "And you're so much more gorgeous in person as well."

I actually heard Melody giggle quietly behind me.

Taylor grinned happily at me. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

She then turned back to her only companion and gestured. "Charlotte Graham, my personal assistant." The pretty brunette would have turned heads on her own if she wasn't with a beauty like her supermodel employer. Charlotte wore long black slacks and a stylish blue button-down blouse that hugged her torso and emphasized her chest. She then stepped forward with rigid posture, her brown eyes sharp behind wire-rimmed glasses as she took in her surroundings with efficient detachment.

Following her lead, I gestured behind to my right, "Melody, my admin." And by then Sheldon had circled around the room to stand beside me, staring daggers at me for daring to introduce my assistant before him. "Theodore Sheldon, senior partner of the firm and my boss. And then Stacey, his admin."

Nods went all around and then we took our seats. Sheldon once again tried to assert control over the meeting. "Miss Brynn, we are delighted you've selected our firm for your design needs."

"I haven't selected anyone, Mr. Sheldon," Taylor interrupted. "I will be seeing multiple proposals."

"Of course, of course." Sheldon was obsequious to the point of looking stupid. "I merely wanted to thank you for considering us."

Taylor rolled her eyes at his exaggerated head bobbing. "I'm not considering you. I'm considering HIM." She looked over at me with a smile. 

I managed a smile back.

"I was most impressed with your Pieterzoon design, Jeffrey," Taylor continued. "I hope you have something equally ingenious tucked away in that brain of yours."

I smiled and looked over at Melody. She stood and began handing out packets of design concepts, really just very rough sketches and photographs of design elements we planned to include. It was all we'd managed to pull together in the last few hours: three were mine, but Sheldon had also added three of his own. Meanwhile, Stacey worked the monitor to call up our research aerials and landscaping surveys.

Taylor was immediately sifting through the concepts. "Not bad... no... hmm... this is crap... ooh... hmm..." She stopped at the sixth design, flipping it around and showing us the sketches and photographs. The concept was a sprawling Victorian, reminiscent of a British country manor and something that had been very popular in the Hamptons recently.

Sheldon was beaming. "Ah, yes, I thought you might like that one. I personally designed it. I think the building architecture will be very dramatic on the rolling landscape of the-"

"This is crap!" Taylor cut him off. "You did this?" She pointed one of the papers at Sheldon.

"Uh, uh, yes," he stammered.

"I asked for Jeffrey's designs, not yours. Why is one of your designs in here?"

"Well, Mr. Lee is only 25 and lacks any experience with a project of this scale. I thought some additional options-"

"Mr. Sheldon, if I cared what you think, I would have asked for your opinion. I haven't. As for his youth, there is no age threshold for talent. HE has it. YOU don't." Taylor glared at him, her eyes a stormy blue as she pointedly tossed the file over her shoulder where it clattered to the floor. Then she pulled out the third design. "Now THIS one... THIS one shows promise."

It was a graceful, fluid design with soft colors, evocative of Santorini or some other Mediterranean beachfront city while still maintaining the size and grandeur befitting such a power couple. The color palette was muted and cool, blending with the landscape rather than trying to dominate it with an imposing edifice. "Let me guess," Taylor turned to me, "Jeffrey did this one?"

I smiled and nodded.

"This is a good start. I want three more concepts in this direction, and we'll go from there. I'll be seeing some other firms, but this is promising, Jeffrey." Taylor's smile could have lit up half the city, and it certainly lifted my mood. "I think you'll do an excellent design for us."

"Thank you," I nodded, my confidence growing with every passing second. Taylor, my dream, my Aphrodite, liked my work. I could have walked on air in that moment.

Twenty minutes later, we all stood and Taylor shook my hand. The preliminary paperwork and non-disclosures were signed and I was about to start the design of my life.

"I'll see you in two weeks," Taylor winked at me before whirling out the door.

***

"You should have seen the look on Sheldon's face!" Melody was laughing uproariously, tears actually dribbling out the corners of her eyes as she re-lived the moment of Taylor slamming the door in his face, metaphorically speaking.

We were at O'Brien's, our favorite pub to unwind at after work. I smiled and sipped a Guinness while Melody regaled our friends with the story. The six of us were all coworkers and we represented the younger generation, all of us between 27 and 24 and single. All six of us also hated Sheldon with a passion, which made Melody's recapping that much more fun.

"And then- and then-" Melody was laughing too hard to finish. "When Sheldon tried to say goodbye in the lobby, Taylor just held up her hand in his face, rolling her eyes, and she actually muttered, 'Do you have a tiny dick or something?'"

"She did NOT!" Frank, one of the draftsmen cried in disbelief.

"She did!" Melody replied in a high-pitched voice, tears now streaming down her face and she laughed so hard, she collapsed right into my side with my left arm around her. I automatically tightened my grasp around her waist.

"Nuh-uh," Erica, another admin, scolded while wagging her finger in my face. "You two don't want to get caught."

"Caught what?" Melody giggled and snuggled closer into my side while I arched an eyebrow. But then she smiled and pulled away, sitting up straight. With both hands, she fixed her soft blonde hair back behind her ears. "Oh, you shoulda been there."

The rest of our pub time was less eventful, just friends hanging out. But eventually, it was time to head home. Besides, we'd spent enough money already and drinks in Manhattan weren't cheap.

"Are you seriously going back to the office?" Melody asked me as we got up.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Two weeks isn't very long and I've got a zillion ideas running through my head right now. I want to get them on paper tonight before I lose them."

Melody gave me a wry grin, "Oh well..."

The other four started heading out and I moved to join them, but Melody grabbed my hand first. "I need to go to the bathroom first," she called to the group. "I'll see you guys tomorrow?"

Our friends nodded and Melody dug her nails into my palm. My eyes went wide and a second later I gurgled, "Uh, me too. Catch you guys later."

Erica gave me a knowing smile and headed out with the others.

"Melody!" I hissed to my assistant as she pulled me back through the pub. A small place like this only had two single bathrooms, ostensibly labeled men and women. In reality, they were just tiny rooms with a single toilet, sink, and a lock on the door. The men's didn't even have a stand-up urinal.

Melody tried the men's room first, finding it locked and occupied. Two seconds later, she tugged me into the women's, pushed the door shut, and locked it.

Two seconds after that, she slammed me into the wall. "Fuck me, Jeffie," she husked from an inch away, her hands already busy at my pants.

"Now?" I looked at her wide-eyed.

"Just a quickie," she growled, dropping my pants and shorts to my ankles and then tugging upwards at the hem of her pencil skirt. Once she got the tight fabric to her hips, she pulled the crotch of her thong panties to the side while her right hand started jacking my cock, quickly taking me from nervous flaccidity to aroused rigidity.

I spun us around and roughly pushed the smaller girl back against the wall, causing her to laugh happily at the dull thud of impact. "Mel, you are CRAZY," I whispered as she lifted one leg and wrapped it around my hip.

Melody rubbed my mushroom head along the bare-shaven lips of her pussy, diddling her clit with my living dildo and spreading her own copious juices along her slit. Her eyes fluttered and her lower lip quivered as she gave into her lustful urges.

I heard the catch in her breath as the pleasure started to take over her brain, and on that cue, I dug both palms under her skirt and hoisted Melody up by her ass.


Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 01



"Fuck me, Jeffie," she whimpered again as her own hand guided me into position, and with her legs scissoring around my waist, I lowered her light body down around my shaft.

"Ooohhh," she moaned as I filled her up with my meat. Pinned to the wall, she tugged me into her with her legs and clutched my shoulders. It took a minute to slowly part her tight tunnel, but once we were fully joined, she exhaled and sagged against me.

"Fuck, I love fucking you," she groaned.

The phrase summed up our relationship perfectly. I'd been promoted a year ago, and along with the new responsibilities came an office and an administrative assistant. At first, Melody had been casually flirtatious, but nothing ever came of it. I'd been dating someone for a while and Melody had a steady boyfriend for the past few years.

But then came the Pieterzoon project, and after a few months my new dedication to working long hours had killed off my dating relationship. At almost the same time, Melody had a big falling out with her boyfriend and they broke up. But we didn't start fucking right away.

Melody was a 5'4" bottle-blonde with a vivacious personality best-suited to bar- hopping and charming free drinks from all the guys. She was professional and efficient at work, but even a conservative outfit couldn't hide her fun-loving attitude and with a tight body and big tits, she never lacked for male-attention.

She first dated a lovesick architect from our commercial division who had been crushing on her for years, but two weeks after that she broke it off proclaiming that the LAST thing she wanted was another committed relationship.

After that, her flirting with me picked up a few notches. As someone who always got along with women but was never exactly popular among the ladies, I soaked up all the feminine attention she offered. Hey, I was an architecture nerd; women weren't exactly beating down my door. But even with Melody's obvious interest, I would NEVER make a move. I was too cognizant of my position as her boss and of the severe repercussions of sexual harassment claims.

Of course, men like me are helpless when a beautiful woman decides to make HER move.

It was a Wednesday when a last-minute change demanded new revisions before the end of the week. We didn't finish work until 10pm and by then, the office was deserted.

By 10:05pm, Melody was sitting in my lap as our tongues battled for supremacy.

By 10:09pm, she was face-down on my desk with my cock buried to the hilt inside her juicing pussy.

On Thursday morning, Melody came into my office and we agreed that while the previous night had been a wonderful relief from all the built-up work stress, it was not appropriate given our positions and the risks were too-high. It was a one-time mistake and we would both move on. We smiled, shook hands, and went back to work.

At 9:37pm that same Thursday, I was flat on my back across the floor while Melody straddled my hips and humped up and down my cock.

Twelve hours after that, we were in my office again, this time giving a presentation on our latest progress to the Pieterzoons.

All that was six months ago.

I never met Melody's parents and she never met mine. We never went out on a date. I rarely even saw her on weekends. We simply fucked every few days whenever she got the urge.

I had zero control over the relationship. We met up when and where Melody wanted. If I was horny and she was busy, I had to wait her out. But she got her urges at regular intervals, so I never had to wait long. And she was absolutely dynamite in the sack.

I wanted more with Melody. Despite our fabulous working relationship, if I had my way, I'd get us reassigned so that we could be a public dating couple. I wanted a steady girlfriend. I wanted to bond emotionally with someone and find out if they might be a partner in my life for the years ahead. But Melody wasn't interested, and fully aware that she'd dumped the last guy who pressured her into commitment, I didn't push the issue.

As it was, I couldn't complain about the arrangement. I was dedicated to my job. I wanted to succeed and make a name for myself in the design world. And being a workaholic with long hours made girlfriend-hunting time rare. Having someone like Melody to release some sexual pressure with was simply wonderful.

Melody wanted to have fun. She'd been with her previous boyfriend since college and now she wanted to revel in her newfound freedom. She was young, she was energetic, and she didn't want to waste her time worrying about a guy's needs. I scratched her itch and asked for nothing else. We had a good thing going, as long as we didn't get caught.

For the sake of not getting caught, we decided not to have sex in the office anymore. Our hormones got the best of us on rare occasions, but we usually managed to keep it in my pants until we got to an apartment... or the back of a cab... or like today, a bar bathroom. 

"Fuck, Jeffie! It's been three whole days!" she whined into my ear as I guided her up and down my cock.

Honestly, I hadn't realized the days flying by; I'd been pretty busy even before the Kwong project. But my dick recognized that we hadn't screwed since Friday and right now it was deliriously happy to be back inside Melody's clasping tunnel.

Through half-lidded eyes, I grunted with the exertion of lifting and lowering the young blonde's body and thrusting my hips into her over and again. There was nothing subtle about this session. My arms burned and all I focused on was the rhythm, the rest would take care of itself. Melody was happily orgasmic and as I plugged her with metronomic precision, she bit down on my shoulder and came, her legs tensing against my lower back and her whole body trembling as the climax swept through her.

I wasn't quite there yet, but Melody knew just how to finish me off.

"Cum in me, boss," she whispered. "Fill your sexy secretary with all your spunk."

Uncontrollably, a groan escaped my lips. I knew it was morally wrong to sleep with my admin. It was so... naughty... And hearing Melody call herself a secretary only fanned my lust.

"Take me, boss. Use me as your cum dumpster. Take advantage of me and blow your hot, sticky jism into my poor, helpless pussy. Cum!"

My hips jerked and then I was doing as Melody demanded, nutting three days buildup of semen into her spasming pussy while she clutched me with all four limbs.

When I was done, on shaky arms I lowered her feet to the floor. She retrieved some toilet paper and went to wiping up the white cream oozing down her thighs while I stuffed myself back into my pants. When she was done, she got up on her tiptoes and pecked me quickly on the lips.

"THAT hit the spot," she smiled right in my face. I nodded.

When we opened the door, there was a mid-thirties Sex and the City-type waiting to use the restroom. She looked at us both, a little smile coming to her face. "Got enough for another go?" the woman asked me innocently.

I obviously looked her up and down. She certainly was pretty and Melody just started giggling. But casual hookups with strangers weren't my thing. "Sorry," I told the woman and shrugged.

Melody smirked amusedly, then took my hand and led us both outside. I waited for ten minutes while we tried to flag down a cab. Sometimes I wished I had a car, but then just the parking alone would kill my bank account.

Eventually, Melody flashed some leg and quickly a yellow Crown Victoria pulled up. Then we both just waved goodbye to each other as Melody headed home and I turned to walk back to the office. I still had a long night ahead of me.

***

*SUNDAY NIGHT, TWO WEEKS LATER...*

It was after 11pm when I finally staggered into my apartment. I dropped my bag to the floor just inches inside the doorway and began shedding clothes as I stumbled towards the bathroom.

I was utterly and completely drained. It had been two weeks of working hell. And yes, I even worked late on a Sunday night. It was THAT important.

Tomorrow would be the big presentation. Tomorrow, my life might just change in a way I'd never dreamed possible. Tomorrow, the future Kwongs would decide whether or not I would be designing their house.

Tomorrow, I would be finding out if Taylor Brynn would be bringing me into her life, even if just a little bit.

By the time I finished with my shower, I had just barely enough energy to slip into my shorts and crawl to the bed. But before I could close my eyes and surrender to the bliss of sleep, my eyes glanced around my bedroom. On the main wall were some of my favorite designs, both mine and those of my idols. But on the near wall to my left was a six-foot poster... of her...

It was Taylor in an erotically-charged pose, wearing nothing skimpy lingerie. Her lips were pursed, begging to be kissed and begging to suck in my cock at the same time. Her eyes were brilliant, intense, and enrapturing.

And then just beneath it was an 8 1/2 by 11 sketch of Taylor, just black and white pencil. I'd drawn it from memory of a fantasy, Taylor reclining on my bed with one arm flung back as she looked at me with a smoldering gaze, showing her face in exquisite detail with the sketch ending just above her bustline.

For all her physical attributes, it was that sketch of her face in my mind every day at work: her grace, her fluid lines, her spectral quality of melting into the paper. I let that guide my design.

The two weeks I'd had to create the design concepts had flown by faster than any two weeks in my life. For two weeks, I was in the office before 7am every day and never left before 9pm. I had to create a masterpiece. I couldn't let my angel down.

For two weeks, 14 hours a day, I'd lived and breathed Taylor. And just this evening, when Melody gave me a blowjob behind my desk to relieve my tension, it was Taylor's face in my mind when I spewed forth my cum into Melody's sucking mouth.

Tomorrow, everything would change.

***

*MONDAY*

"Relax. You'll be fine."

I took a deep breath and then nodded to Melody, who patted my arm and then stepped to the side to make sure an easel was stable. Stacey, Sheldon's admin, was similarly double-checking the other side of the room. I took one last look around the Executive Conference Room, making sure everything was in place, and then it was time.

Sheldon nodded to me and together we headed into the lobby.

"Jeffrey! So good to see you again!" Taylor saw me immediately and came forward. To my surprise, she reached out and gave me a dainty hug before pecking me on the cheek. "Oops," she rubbed my cheek where some of her lipstick had left a mark.

I didn't know how to react, especially since Taylor's fiancé was two feet away. Fortunately, he gave me a smile absent of any jealousy and he stepped forward to shake my hand. "John Kwong, pleased to meet you."

I cleared my throat, "Jeff Lee. Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Kwong."

Immediately the statuesque blonde beside him moved up to shake my hand while John stepped back to greet Sheldon. "Cassandra Cooper," the blonde introduced herself.

"Delighted to meet you, Miss Cooper." My eyes lingered for a few extra moments. Cassandra Cooper was a stunning Amazon of a woman and she had a really sexy accent, I couldn't help it. But almost immediately my eyes were drawn back to Taylor. I stepped back and tried to focus, calming myself, finally shaking hands with Charlotte, Taylor's assistant, to finish off the group.

"Shall we?" Sheldon was gesturing to the conference room and we all moved off. Taylor led the way beside Sheldon and I made minor small talk with John.

Once we got inside, our clients immediately began browsing through the sketches and blown-up photographs scattered around the room. Taylor immediately began inspecting one set of designs, trailed by Charlotte. Meanwhile, John and Cassandra headed off in the other direction, checking out a different set. I noticed how easily Cassandra slipped her arm around John's. If I didn't know better, I might have thought she was his betrothed instead of Taylor.

But just as quickly as I processed that I cleared my throat. "If you'll please be seated, I promise that we'll go over all three designs in however much detail you want."

Taylor turned from her current sketch and flashed me a brilliant smile. John and Cassandra on the other side of the room similarly looked quite pleased. I felt a little surge of confidence as I stepped to the keyboard controlling the main screen and I felt the tug of my own smile in my cheeks.

Showtime.

***

"How'd I do?" I swiveled in my chair and reclined it as far as it would go.

Melody sat on my desk, her ankles crossed and swinging slightly as she leaned forward just enough for me to ogle her tits. She was doing it just to tease me, something I'd gotten used to. "Very well, I think. You had a couple rough patches, but overall you did great."

"Thanks." I was completely tense all over my body. And as I stared at Melody's proffered cleavage, I knew the *perfect* way to relieve that kind of tension.

With a hopeful smile, I asked, "You wanna come to my place tonight?" I arched an eyebrow at the pretty blonde. Melody had recently touched up her roots and gotten a new haircut, and she was looking particularly scrumptious right now.

"Sorry. Got other plans tonight." She shrugged and then slid off the desk to stand up.

I sighed. Typical. Whenever she wanted a booty call, all she had to do was crook her finger and I was there. But every time I asked? Well, that was what internet porn was for. And the last thing I wanted to do was piss off my only source of pussy. "So, do you think they'll really call tomorrow?"

Melody canted her head. "Taylor was making googly eyes at you the whole time. Just based on a woman's intuition, yeah, I think you got it."

***

-- KAITLYN --

"Ohhh..." I moaned as I came awake, breathing heavily. It took me a moment to realize that I'd slipped one hand beneath my nightshirt in my sleep, palming a heavy breast and tweaking the hard nipple. I rubbed my thighs together and heard as much as felt the wet squelch.

I'd had another of those dreams again. It was not unusual. Lindsay had said I was like a guy, thinking about sex every few minutes of every day. While I wouldn't go that far, I certainly had erotic dreams more nights than not.

Often the men in my dreams were faceless. They were just tools of pleasure. Sometimes I dreamt of John, borne out of wonderful memories. But lately, I'd been dreaming of that guy from the smoothie shop. I still couldn't figure out exactly why.

It wasn't like he was all that handsome. He was cute, sure; but he was no Brad Pitt. It was more in the way he looked at me. Men often stared at me and undressed me with their eyes. Why wouldn't they? I was gorgeous and I knew it. But HE... he looked at me with worshipful adoration. He didn't know me and I didn't know him... but he looked at me the way John looked at Taylor.

I felt a quiver down beneath my belly at that very thought. I wanted to believe in love at first sight. Was that it? Well, whatever it was, the very thought of that guy looking at me made my panties wet. He was something special. I could see it in his eyes.

I bit my lip as I felt my hand snaking down between my legs. It was really too bad Lindsay had moved with her family to Beverly Hills. Daddy never had a problem letting her sleep over and I REALLY could have used her tongue right now.

Still, I always had other options... as long as John didn't deadbolt the trap door.

I glanced at the clock. Plenty of time before I had to get to class.

For a moment I debated whether or not I should slip into some slinky lingerie to get them in the mood. Or maybe even the cheerleader outfit I hadn't worn in months. But the throbbing need in my body pushed aside those thoughts. My nakedness would do just fine.

I made sure my bedroom door was locked before heading to the ladder and quickly ascending it to the floor above me. I still didn't know who put it in. Probably some rich bastard had a mistress like me ensconced in the apartment below him and he'd installed the trap door for the very same reason I was using it today.

I put my hand to the latch and felt a shudder of delight go through me as I realized the trap door was unlocked. And then I quietly scurried up and into John and Taylor's bedroom.

The billionaire couple was still asleep and I quickly slid beneath the covers to wake John up in my usual fashion. The warmth of the blankets felt really good on my cool body. But the feel of his hard cock in my mouth felt even better. I couldn't wait to get the monster inside of me.

I knew John had woken up when he slid his hands into my hair and started guiding me up and down his rod. I moaned happily and continued to suckle him with all the sloppy enthusiasm I knew he loved.

Somewhere along the line, Taylor must have woken up as well, for I felt a hand slide between my legs and begin stroking my little clitty. I moaned in relief at her touch and my lower jaw quivered as a bolt of pleasure shot through me.

There were no words. None were needed. The three of us were simply too well practiced at this dance, especially since Lindsay had left me alone. Taylor's hands moved to my head, pulling me away from her fiancé's cock as she reclined back against the headboard. I quickly dove between her legs and resumed my oral attention, but switching my technique to tongue lash her bare pussy while John took his hard cock and moved to his knees behind me.

I squeaked into Taylor's crotch as a thick rod split my pussy lips and then burrowed deep into my body. Only then did I finally exhale a pent-up breath I didn't know I was holding in. I'd woken up hornier than ever, needing to feel a cock, and now I was getting it.

"Oh... fuck me, John. Fuck me hard," I gasped.

"Anything for you, princess," he said warmly as he grasped my hips and started pumping away.

A half-hour later, Taylor was licking up her fiancé's spooge from my tits while John sat back and watched with a smile on his face. A part of me wished he would cum in my lonely pussy, but after the whole pregnancy test fiasco, I knew it wouldn't be happening again. Not with my greedy bastard of a father.

Still, John was an incredible fuck. And a part of me would always love the gorgeous Taylor. I sighed and asked, "You guys decided on an architect?"

"We'll have our decision by this afternoon. They'll probably start construction in a week," John said as Taylor finished up and then brought me a mouthful of John's cum, which we exchanged in a sloppy kiss.

"Aww, you couldn't wait until I got my degree?" I whined.

Taylor chuckled and stroked my brow. "When you become an architect and get your license, kitten, then we'll talk about a vacation home or something."

I sighed. "What am I going to do when you guys move away? It'll be hard to sneak across a ladder to the Hamptons from here."

Taylor leaned down and kissed me. "You're growing up, kiddo. Soon, you won't need us anymore."

John sat up and looked at his fiancée. "So, one last look at the Richardson design and then we make a final decision?"

Taylor got out of bed and started pulling on her robe. "I'm picking Jeffrey Lee. And you know it." She put a little extra sass in her voice.

John smiled and then he gave her THAT look. The look of adoration and unconditional love. The look I wished SOMEONE would give me. He'd just finished fucking me and he was looking at HER like that.

I sighed. I wasn't in love with John. He was a good lay but he wasn't the right guy for me. Too in control. Too self-assured. Confidence was a good trait in a man, but I did want a guy I could wrap around my little finger. I had nothing on John.

Taylor cinched the robe around her waist and pecked me before getting into a heavier, more passionate kiss with John. "I'll call the design firm this afternoon."




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 01



For a moment, I felt a twinge of jealousy seeing the two of them intertwine their limbs and hold each other tightly. Their embrace wasn't sexual; it was just lovingly affectionate. I wondered what that might really be like.

"And you..." Taylor looked back at me. "Aren't you late for class?"

***

-- JEFFREY --

*TUESDAY*

"Jeffrey," Sheldon paused with a deep seated frown etched across his face. "I HATE to admit it when I'm wrong. But today I am doing it. When the executive committee voted to promote you, I opposed the decision. I didn't think you had the talent to pull this off, but you do. I was wrong."

Sheldon raised his wine glass and reached it towards me. "Congratulations on winning the design, Jeffrey."

"Congratulations!" Melody cheered as she raised her glass beside me. All around, the rest of the table clinked their classes together. In addition to the three of us, Stacey and three other senior architects were in the dining hall at the Peabody Club, a ritzy and expensive restaurant. It was the kind of place I would never dream of wasting my hard-earned money on.

I'd won.

I'd gone practically catatonic when Taylor gushed over the phone that they were selecting my design, and demolition of the old buildings would start next week. According to our proposal, construction would take a full year and would be bringing a LOT of money to the firm. It also meant I would be in close personal contact with Taylor for the next year. John was ostensibly the one paying for it, but Taylor clearly had design control.

I grabbed Sheldon's proffered hand and shook it firmly. "Thank you Mr. Sheldon."

"Call me Teddy." He beamed.

Riiight. "Uh, sure... Teddy." I'd be calling him Mr. Sheldon again by tomorrow. But for now, I would bask in my glory. 'Teddy' was already getting me another drink.

An hour later, my victory still hadn't sunk in. I was also getting quite drunk, and so was Melody. At the moment, she hand her hand on my thigh and we were laughing a little too loud at someone's not-THAT-funny joke.

Melody leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I am sooo hot for you tonight." And then she actually licked my ear.

I was too buzzed to reprimand her. But when I turned back to the table, Sheldon shot me an odd glance and leaned in to me. "You'd better get her out of here before she tries to blow you under the table."

For a second, I wasn't sure I heard him right. His voice wasn't condemnatory, just cautionary. And when I looked up into his eyes, he gave me a little wink and then turned and stood up. "Well ladies and gentlemen, as much as I would love to stay and chat into the wee hours of the night, we DO have to work in the morning."

Sheldon got a chorus of groans at that.

He smiled, and just then I noticed he had quite a bit of red color in his cheeks as well. "Shall we adjourn?"

There were nods all around, and we got up. Outside, we started hailing our rides. Melody slipped her hand into mine and asked, "Split a cab with me?"

For a second, my grip tightened. I wasn't sure it was such a good idea to get into the same cab with Melody while we were with this particular group of senior management.

"Relax," Melody husked and then nodded to the curb. A black Towncar had pulled up and with a little laugh, Stacey got in with Sheldon and the two of them rode off together. Were they...? Had they...? How had I not noticed before?

Melody giggled and leaned into me. "Besides, what could they do to you? You're the man of the hour, Jeffie."

I looked down at her. "They could try to get rid of YOU."

She turned and leaned into my chest. With doe eyes she looked up at me and fluttered her eyelashes prettily. "You wouldn't let them, would you?"

"Of course not." Melody sooo had me wrapped around her little finger.

"Good." And with that, she got up on her tiptoes and kissed me.

In my pleasantly buzzed haze, her lips felt damn good and I was filled with a warmth more than just the alcohol. And when she pulled away and I looked at my other coworkers, I saw nothing but smiles.

Melody leaned to my ear again. "Your place or mine?"

***

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah..."

I watched Melody's head dipping as my repeated thrusts forced her body forward and back, over and over again. We were kneeling on her bed, Melody's tight naked body on all fours while I drilled her doggy-style. Then hanging her head, she switched to a moaning "ohhh..."

She was close.

"Spank me, Jeffie," she ordered and I immediately let rip with a right slap.

"Again!" The left cheek this time. And all the while, my shaft pistoned in and out of her juicing cunt.

"Again!" I spanked her right cheek and then gripped her hips with both hands, driving my cock as deep as I could go, and then started a clockwise rotating motion inside her steaming snatch.

Melody went off and I could actually see the ripples in her spine as her back spasmed. Her pussy muscles clamped down tightly around my hot, throbbing shaft. So with my hands still pinning our bodies together, I ground my way to my own orgasm and then let fly with jets of spunk to splatter against her inner walls.

When we chugged to a halt, Melody let her arms buckle and lowered her forehead to the mattress, reaching her arms before her and dipping her back into an arch as she stretched.

I caught my breath, eventually pulling out of her with a wet plopping sound. I paused to stare at Melody's tight butt, her cheeks so firm and small that she was practically flat. I grinned seeing the swollen pink lips of her pussy gaping wide, and just then the first trickles of my cum began to dribble out of her.

"Too bad," I muttered without thinking.

"What?" Melody asked as she flipped around and spread her legs, reaching for the tissue box.

Quickly, I got to the tissues first and handed a few to her as she began dabbing at herself. "Uh, nothing."

"No, really," the cute blonde smiled at me.

"I was just thinking: too bad we don't have another hot chick to suck all that out of you," I grinned shyly, waiting for her scolding answer.

But she surprised me. "Hmm, too bad." Melody looked thoughtful.

Energized by her positive reaction, I decided to try broaching another forbidden boundary. For the six months we'd been fuck-buddies, we'd both been careful to draw the line between us and a real relationship. We never went on dates, and we never stayed overnight. After all, she was still my admin and a real relationship was expressly forbidden by company policy.

And so I slid back onto the bed, spooning my body around hers in an expression of warm affection. "Uh, you think I can stay here tonight?"

"Hmm?" she arched an eyebrow at me and shrank away from my attempted hug.

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Set the alarm to get us up early and I can run home for a change of clothes in the morning."

"Uh, you'd better not, Jeffie."

I nodded quickly as if it wasn't a big deal, shutting down my hopes and reminding myself that we were friends, fuck-buddies, and coworkers, but nothing more. Best not to tempt myself by crossing our own self-made boundaries. Giving up my desire for post-coital cuddling, I got off the bed and wriggled into my shorts and pants.

I got my shirt into hand and crawled across the bed, my eyes dropping once to rove across her gorgeous naked body. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

She smiled and nodded. I kissed her quickly and then left the room.

***

Her laugh was musical and filled with delight. Her angelic face, wide-eyed and innocent, was the picture of happiness as she rolled back and I tumbled after her. Her blonde hair bounced around her face as we continued to play together, our naked skin rubbing up against each other.

But above all else, it was her electric green eyes that captured my attention and held it. She opened her mouth and the sound of a million birds singing came out. It was then that I knew I was dreaming... of HER... again...

For a moment I wondered why. After all, she was a girl I'd seen for only a few moments and we never even spoke. Why was she still bouncing around in my head? After all, I had the whole Melody-situation and Taylor to obsess over.

But still, there was *something* about Kaitlyn. And as my dream continued, I hoped I would never wake up.

***

*MONDAY*

"Jeffie, Taylor on Line 1," Melody's voice came through the speakerphone.

Melody herself looked at me through the plate glass wall separating my office from her desk. I nodded and picked up the headset, hooking it over my ear. "Taylor! Hi!" Even I could hear the happy grin on my face.

Melody watched me launch into my call with Taylor, her soft brown eyes having an extra edge in them today, and then she turned back to her monitor.

"Jeffrey! I got your message. How are you?" Taylor's voice was pure honey.

"The design is right on schedule."

"Jeffrey," her voice was disapproving. "I asked about YOU, not the design!"

I blushed. "I'm doing great. This project has me really excited." I was more than excited, I was DEVOTED. With an estate of this magnitude, management had pulled me off the Miami Beach condo tower I'd been working on and set me full time on the Kwong project. I would do nothing but live and breathe Taylor's property until it was finished.

"I'm glad to hear your enthusiasm!" Taylor laughed. "Now, why was it that you called?"

"Well, I'm at the point where it would be very helpful to go out to the property. My surveyors have been getting all the measurements, but really seeing it in person is very important for the design process."

"I understand completely. In fashion, measurements are one thing, but seeing your model in person is absolutely necessary to truly make the design spectacular!"

I grinned. "We understand each other."

"Very much. Well, when were you planning?"

"Uh, as soon as possible, really."

"Hmm... how about the day after tomorrow? I'll be free and would be happy to show you around. Is 9am too early?"

"Uh, well, traffic will be rough getting out of Manhattan. Maybe 10am?"

"Forget traffic, Jeffrey. I'll send my ride out to you." Taylor laughed on the other end of the line.

"Ride?" I was curious.

"Your building has a helipad, right? Be ready at 8:45."

***

*WEDNESDAY*

As the helicopter descended, it kicked up a swirling vortex that joined the wind already blowing across the rooftop. Melody held up one hand to shield herself and backed into me, my arm automatically wrapping around her waist.

She tensed up at first, but then flowed back and sagged into my embrace. Melody shyly looked up at me and asked loudly to be heard, "Are we seriously getting in that thing? I've never been in a helicopter before."

"No problem," I half-yelled back and then gave her a sardonic smile, casually playing as if I'D been in a helicopter before. "I'm sure they have barf bags."

The passenger door opened and then a pretty brunette stepped out wearing a conservative business suit and skirt.

Charlotte stepped forward and shook my hand. "Good to see you again, Mr. Lee. Shall we?"

The three of us went back to the helicopter to find Taylor already inside, shielded from the wind and noise. It was a larger aircraft than the typical chopper, with a pressurized passenger cabin with plenty of luxury that looked more like a living room than what I expected from a helicopter interior. "Good morning!" Taylor said brightly as we entered.

She wore some sort of top that wrapped over her left arm and shoulder while leaving her right arm completely bare. Even though she was no longer modeling full-time, she'd kept in shape and I noticed the light musculature of her slender arms without a trace of flab. The top was a dark blue that brought out her eyes, and a lighter blue skirt didn't come even close to reaching her knees. I found my gaze drifting to her legs more than once over the next few minutes. At least she had on a decent pair of shoes for outdoor walking.

The helicopter ride was brief, and Melody spent the entire trip with her face glued to the window. I was sorely tempted to do the same myself, but male ego had me trying to play cool. I think Taylor could tell. Every time she looked at me, she had a knowing smirk on her face.

We landed on the property itself, coming in off the coastline to reduce the noise. Off to the right, I could see where construction crews were still removing the rubble from the previous buildings. Cleanup would take another month before we could start building again.

After landing, Taylor put on an oversized pair of sunglasses and then she led the way. The helicopter engines were still shutting down when we emerged, blowing its wind vortex all around us. But even with the wind whipping through her hair, Taylor was gorgeous.

There were two golf carts waiting for us and as we approached them, Taylor turned and reached a hand out to me. "Ride with me," she smiled prettily. I readily accepted and started forward. I turned around just once to make sure Melody was going with Charlotte. She was, but Melody gave me a dark look as she saw Taylor slide her hand comfortably into mine.

The assistants led the way, Charlotte having a pre-organized surveyors list so we would have some reference locations for the different views planned. I drove the second cart, chatting with Taylor. 

For the next few hours, we drove all over the property, starting with the main residence. We would stop for ten or twenty minutes at a time, Melody and I passing different sketches back and forth while discussing how certain buildings would look against the backdrop of the ocean and surrounding hillsides. And then we would pile into the golf carts and drive for a few minutes until we got to the next location on Charlotte's surveying list.

At first, I was stiff and awkward around Taylor, still in awe of the living goddess descended from heaven to share this earth with me. But each time we switched to the architectural designs, my confidence and creativity flowed as I began speaking a language I intimately understood. And when it was time to get back into the golf carts, I wasn't quite as awkward as before.

By the fourth stop, I was feeling much more relaxed and starting to see Taylor as a person: a stunningly gorgeous person, but still human nonetheless. I felt my nerd-stiffness starting to relax. And I didn't even notice Melody glaring daggers into the back of Taylor's head.

By the seventh stop, I was openly flirting back with Taylor. It was easy; she loved to play with innuendoes. And that was also the stop when I finally just sat down, flipped over my note pad, and started sketching.

"You see that cliff face over there? If we move the gazebo... here... and we change the archways... like that..." My hand was a blur, wriggling back and forth with my characteristic precision.

Suddenly, Taylor put her hand on my shoulder and breathed, "I SEE it... Wow..."

Suddenly, both Charlotte and Melody were also leaning over my shoulder to get a better look. My hand was still in motion, filling out the shadows and rounding out the rest of the gazebo architecture as the full picture took shape. I heard Charlotte humming as she saw the look I was going for.

Taylor smirked, "You're so good with your hands... I'd love to see what other treasures you can work with them."

I glanced up at that comment. Charlotte giggled. Melody's gaze was unreadable. Taylor laughed, "Well, what I meant was: do you also do people? Or just architecture?"

I exchanged a significant glance with Melody. She'd been to my place. She'd seen more than one of my human sketches, including several of Taylor. Then I looked back to the goddess herself. "Uh, mostly architecture."

"But you could, couldn't you? Would you do me?" Taylor asked innocently, casually ignoring her choice of words.

"I don't think I should," I replied, answering both interpretations of her question. And then I started to get up. "Where's the next stop?"

***

Just before noon, we paused for lunch. Charlotte directed us to a beautiful bluff that was reasonably elevated for a look at the surrounding property and of course, the ocean before us. A large tree offered plenty of shade and as we came over the next rise, I saw two staff members laying out a surprisingly luxurious picnic.

Some of the food was hideously expensive, exotic cheeses and rare meats to go with wine... before noon. What I wouldn't give for a basic roast beef sub... But still, I suppose I should have expected nothing less from a woman worth billions. And if nothing else, my semi-obsessed research into Taylor told me that she definitely enjoyed the finer things in life.

And yet, for all the expense, Taylor ate like a bird... a very small bird. One minute, she'd asked me to pass her the fruit plate and then deliberately caressed my hand with her own before taking it from me. The next minute, she was done eating while I'd just barely gotten started.

Once she was finished, she simply lay back onto some pillows and went still in relaxation. Shortly after that, Charlotte motioned to Melody and the two assistants got up to wander away to look at something, leaving me alone with the gorgeous, wealthy socialite.

With her oversized sunglasses shielding her eyes, and the stillness of her body, I began to wonder if Taylor hadn't just dozed off. She'd kicked away her shoes and I found my gaze lingering on her bare feet, casually pointed downhill. This gaze inevitably led me further up the naked skin of her legs, higher and higher past the limber musculature to where her light blue skirt was riding up a little higher as she lay back. The hem still covered her crotch from view... but just barely; and I wondered if she was even wearing underwear.

Despite lying flat on her back, the twin mounds of Taylor's firm breasts were quite noticeable in her darker blue top, and she hummed quietly, as a person asleep mumbles, while she pulled her left arm up and behind her head.

Just then, I was reminded of my sketch of Taylor from my bedroom. With the way her arm positioned, she was almost identically in the same pose. I found my stare drawn in tightly to her perfect face, with angular cheekbones and such full, rosy lips.

I wondered what it would be like to taste her.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Only her mouth moved. As soon as she stopped talking, with the blank stare of her black sunglasses, she seemed asleep again.

She smiled then, and her voice was a playful tease. "Are you reconsidering whether you'll sketch me now?"

My jaw was stiff, realizing that she'd probably just watched my entire scrutiny of her body, but I shook my head in the negative.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?" Her voice was soft and inviting.

My mouth went dry and I looked at her intensely. I heard the dim laughter of our assistants, far away. Embarrassed, I looked downward. "My apologies, Miss Brynn. I don't mean to be rude."

"The only rude thing you've done is call me 'Miss Brynn'," she huffed.

"Sorry... Taylor. It's just... I still don't think I truly believe that I'm here... sitting at a picnic... with YOU."

"What's that supposed to mean?" But she got it a second later. Her lip curled upwards into a proud smile. "Aww... have you been crushing on me, Jeffrey?"

"Longer than you know," I muttered before realizing it. My eyes went wide and a wider smile tugged at Taylor's bee-stung lips.

"How long?" She asked eagerly.

I sighed in resignation. The cat was out of the bag. I closed my eyes, dimly hoping that this was all just a dream and that I hadn't just blurted a deeply personal and awkward admission. "Since I was fifteen."

Taylor sat up a bit, levering herself onto her elbows. "That's what? Ten years? That's a long time, Jeffrey."

I swallowed heavily and nodded.

Taylor reached up and removed her sunglasses. She blinked twice and then fixed her sterling blue gaze on me, radiant and intense. "I'll bet you've had more than a few fantasies of me, then. So if you could do anything you wanted to me right now, what would you want...?" She exhaled slowly and her lips pursed together oh so enticingly.




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 01



She was such an erotic vision that I threw caution to the wind, consequences be damned. "I... I want to kiss you."

Taylor blushed and flashed me a perfect smile. "I'd like that."

My body sagged, and as I lost my balance I felt like I might just topple right on top of her. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest that it threatened to burst out. But before it could, Taylor continued. "But you probably shouldn't. I AM an engaged woman."

I sighed and nodded, feeling strength come back into my limbs as I asserted control over my body. "Sorry."

"Don't be. I'm flattered. It's nice to know an old woman like me can still inspire young men."

I snorted. "Old woman. You don't turn 29 for another month."

She shot me a look of surprise. "27," she stated firmly.

Riiight. I'd studied enough of her history to know the truth. I simply nodded. "And you don't look a day over 25."

"Ooh, I think you *deserve* a kiss for that one," Taylor giggled. "But still, you probably shouldn't. Besides, I think your assistant might get upset if you did."

"Melody? Nah, we're coworkers and friends. Nothing more."

"Are you sure?" Taylor chuckled. "YOU may feel that way; but that girl looks pretty possessive of you."

My forehead crinkled in surprise at that statement. And then as if on cue, I heard the soft stamping of grass as the two assistants were walking up behind us. Melody's voice came behind me. "Jeff, is there much more we need to see?"

I tore my gaze away from Taylor's face and turned about. Melody and Charlotte were just coming up the hill. "Just the Eastern edge. We were planning a guest bungalow out there." I looked to Charlotte for confirmation, who just nodded.

"Well then," Taylor sat up and looked at me intently. "Let's not waste time. I'm certain there are MUCH more pleasant things we could be doing."

***

"Jeffie, will you sketch me?"

"Hmm?" I pulled my hand back from the rooftop door and turned around. As the seconds ticked by, I heard the thumping of the helicopter rotors fading away into the distance, leaving Melody and me alone on the roof.

"Will you sketch me? I know you CAN. I've seen the other ones you've done."

"Any particular reason?"

Her voice caught and she looked down, as if trying to organize her thoughts. After a long pause, she said simply, "Haven't you wanted to sketch me?" Melody's light brown eyes softened and she looked unbearably cute in that moment.

With a smile, I nodded, "Sure. Tonight?"

"I'll come by your apartment. Are you going to be working late?"

"Not that late tonight. That whole trip wore me out."

"Me, too."

"Come by around seven. I'll be home by then."

"Sure. I'll bring dinner." With a confidence in her step, Melody hopped forward and opened the door, and we both went back into the office building.

***

"So, how do you want me?" Melody leaned back in her chair and appraised me with a seductive smile, one arm draped over the backrest as she looked at me through half-lidded eyes.

I tamped down on the juvenile thought that came to mind: 'On your knees sucking my dick.' Instead, I pushed the last of the Chinese food to the side and settled into my chair. "Well, that depends. What kind of sketch do you want? Head shot? Full body? Color? Black and white?"

"Nude. Full body." Melody stared at me intensely.

I coughed. "Um, okay... are you sure? I don't know that you'd want something like that getting out."

"Let me worry about that. Are you still willing to do it?"

I let myself ogle her body through her clothes, memory filling in all the skin I couldn't actually see. I coughed again. "Well, I certainly hope I can keep my hands off you long enough to finish."

"You will. How about the couch?"

"Okay. Let me get my gear." I stood and started for the bedroom.

Melody was also up and headed for the living room. "Should I strip now?"

"Uh, no," I turned around. "You can wait until I get everything set up. Don't want you to get cold."

"That's okay," Melody giggled. "I want my nipples hard anyways."

I could barely force myself to turn away and get my sketch materials. A few minutes later, I returned back to the living room and had my breath taken away. Now I'd seen Melody naked many times before. Still, most of our encounters began with hurried efforts to strip and start fucking as soon as possible. We both just wanted to get off, and even our foreplay was merely a short warm-up for lubrication's sake when needed.

Very rarely could I ever walk into a room to find Melody naked and waiting for me. This night, she reclined across the couch, both arms behind her head with her perky tits thrust outward, her feet together on the cushion with her knees spread to the sides to open up her naked, hairless pussy, already glistening with excitement.

"I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste."

"You are beautiful, Melody," I breathed.

She laughed. "You're just saying that because I'm naked."

"What can I say? I'm easy to please." And it wasn't just her naked body. Her blonde hair was carefully arrayed on the pillow behind her, the dark roots just barely showing. Her eyes were bright and she had a megawatt smile as she witnessed my reaction.

I moved forward, my brow furrowing as I tried to think organizationally. First, I repositioned a floor lamp and then tilted the shade on a table lamp to better wash across her skin. With her lightly tanned skin, the yellow light made her glow.

Then I stepped forward to the couch. I held up my hands to warn her of my touch and then gently began to reposition her, keeping the basic form she'd posed in but slightly altering her limbs to make for a better look. When I stepped back, I exhaled loudly. "This is quite the erotic pose, Mel."

"Then it should be perfect for what I want."

There was a deeper note in her voice, and I looked carefully into her eyes. "What do you want, Mel?"

She blinked rapidly a few times, and then inhaled and let out her breath slowly. "Just sketch me, Jeffie."

I sat down and went to work, my hands moving in a blur.

***

"It's beautiful," Melody whispered as she held the 19" x 25" paper in her hands.

"It's you. Of course it's beautiful," I said softly, feeling the heartfelt catch in my throat as I said it. Six months of making love to Melody came rushing through me. You can't be that intimate with a person and NOT start feeling *something* emotionally, no matter what rules we had between each other.

Melody turned and practically melted into me, setting the sketch down carefully and pulling my head down. Her lips found mine and as my arms encircled her body, I felt the blanket sliding off her shoulders to puddle to the floor.

We kissed for what felt like an hour: no hurry, no urgency. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she guided the pressure of my lips. My hands roamed her naked back and stroked the ridges of her spine.

Just when it felt like my lips would start bruising, Melody pushed back against my shoulders and began to slip down my body, pressing me back to sit in my chair even while she settled to her knees on the floor. With a shy smile, she shifted the blanket beneath her knees and then leaned forward to start undoing the clasps of my pants.

"Mel..." I gasped but she reached up and pressed a finger to my lips.

"I want to thank you." And then my eyes flared as she tugged my pants down and pulled my banana-bent cock upright into the air.

"You don't need to- Ohhh..." My voice caught as I was enveloped inside Melody's hot little mouth. She sank down until her lips were halfway down my shaft and she wrapped her right hand around what was remaining. For the first minute or so, she simply suckled on what she had and rotated her hand, rubbing me tenderly.

I felt Melody take a deep breath, preparing herself, and then she carefully began to descend her head further, taking me into her throat while her nostrils flared out. She got everything but the final inch before stopping, and then squeezing her eyes shut she backed away and popped me out of her mouth, jacking the shaft in her hand as she panted for air.

Then taking another deep breath, Melody bent over and speared me into her throat once again. I groaned at the sensations and simply did everything I could to remain still. She had deep-throated me once before, but had the same difficulties. I stayed patient, letting her do her thing, trying not to move in any way that would hurt her. She almost got me all the way down, but not quite.

"Fuck!" Melody pulled away in frustration. I tried to soothe her with my hands to her face, but she just shoved her mouth around me again hurriedly, this time not even coming close.

"Shh, it's okay..." I tried to tug her shoulders to pull her up to me when she had to stop and gasp for air again.

"No. I want to," the cute blonde whined. And then taking another deep breath, she closed her eyes and calmed her nerves. This time, she plunged all the way down until her lips were around my base. And when she'd finally reached her goal, she swiveled her pretty eyes up to look at me with a happy gleam.

But rather than come back up, Melody stayed down with me fully lodged in her throat, and she began to swallow rhythmically, forcing her throat muscles around my shaft in a very pleasant way. I groaned in ecstasy, my hips sagged, and I felt myself push an extra half-inch into her mouth, choking her.

Melody gagged and pulled off, but when she caught her breath she grinned seeing the rapturous look on my face. "Like it?"

"Love it," I moaned.

So she bent over and did it again.

And again.

And the next time I started groaning, my head lolling to the sides in dizzy pleasure, Melody pulled me out of her throat and started stroking my shaft with both hands. And then I was cumming.

She held my crown just inside her lips, pinching with both hands as she milked the spunk out of me to fill her mouth. My ab muscles were rippling as each blast flew out of me. And in the middle of it all, Melody's eyes danced with delight as she gulped my essence over and over again.

Even when I was done, Melody didn't let go of my wet noodle. She slurped me through my sensitive period until the good feelings started coming back again. Melody made love to my dick, rubbing her face against it, caressing it with both hands, and suckling softly on the head. In my post-orgasmic bliss, I couldn't imagine being any happier with a woman than I was right then.

When Melody's talented mouth had me rising once again, she finally put her hands on my knees and pushed herself up onto her feet. She held a hand down to me and with a mysterious smile, she ordered, "Take me to your bed."

I reached up to take her hand, "Any time..." And then I led her into my bedroom.

There, she stripped the rest of me and our two naked bodies slid beneath the sheets. We quickly wrapped our arms around each other and entwined our legs, shivering just slightly at the cool sheets. And when our lips came together, I was filled with beautiful and wonderful passion.

Somewhere along the way, Melody rolled onto her back with me above her. And as I gazed into her soft eyes, my cock slotted into position and I glided down into her body.

She arched her neck, rolling her dainty chin up towards me, which I took as an invitation to nibble at her neck. Her hands circled behind my shoulders and she pulled me tighter into our intimate embrace.

"Oh... Jeffie..." she gasped.

"Oh... Melody..." I moaned.

This felt... romantic. It felt... emotional. It definitely wasn't just a booty call. And as I realized this, I looked down at her and saw a worried expression across her face. And in some confusion of my own, I asked, "Mel, what are we doing?"

"I'm... I'm not sure... what does it feel like?"

I smiled down at her and reached my fingers to her face. "We're making love."

"Ohhh," she groaned, feeling the exquisite pleasure of my cock as she squeezed internally. Her eyes bored deep into mine. "We're not supposed to do that."

I nodded. We were only supposed to fuck. "But I want to... don't you?" I pleaded.

"Oh... gawd, yes..." She moaned. "But we weren't supposed to..."

"Shhh..." I craned my head forward and rubbed my nose against hers. I always made a conscious effort not to feel too involved with my sexy administrative assistant. But tonight, for just a little while, I let go.

***

-- KAITLYN --

"You don't mind?" From the tone in Taylor's voice, she was simultaneously eager and worried.

"No," John's voice came reassuringly. "Go for it. He seems like a nice guy. I just worry that you'll chew him up and spit him out."

"Mmm... sounds like fun," Taylor hummed.

By that point, I made it up the ladder and entered into the bedroom. "What sounds like fun?" I asked as I came through the closet door.

John turned to face me, no surprise on his face despite my apparent arrival out of thin air. Cassandra was on the bed wearing a silk robe, looking like she was ready for playtime. But she still wore her Bluetooth earpiece and she was jabbering something about last minute travel plans to London.

"Taylor wants to seduce her design architect," John informed me.

"You must have had some trip out to Montauk today," I mused. "What, Jeremy not doing it for you anymore?"

Taylor shrugged. "Fresh meat and all. And you might like them big and muscular, but something about this kid tells me he really knows how to touch a woman's body." Then a light bulb went off in her head. "Hmm, speaking of Jeremy, we haven't had one of our parties in a while. What do you think, Johnny?"

He sighed and sat down on the bed, leaning back into Cassandra who automatically wrapped an arm around him comfortably while she continued barking orders to whoever was on the other end of the line. "Well, I can't say I've been missing Jeremy," he grinned. "But yeah, a party sounds good. You want me to ask Rebecca or-"

"I'll handle it," Taylor interrupted. "You and Cassandra go do your thing for the next few days. I'll invite this kid for Friday and find out if he really is as good with his hands as I hope he is." Taylor's grin would have been visible from outer space.

Cassandra kept jabbering away, oblivious to the rest of us. Taylor looked at her and rolled her eyes. The raven-haired supermodel looked as ready to get to the playtime as I felt.

I crawled onto the bed and started slinking towards the Amazonian blonde. "Hmm," I giggled. "Why don't I show Cassandra how good *I* am with my hands and then maybe we can all get started."

***

-- JEFFREY --

*THURSDAY*

I was awake before my eyelids opened. I could see the haze of light filtering in through the translucent flesh, and after taking a deep breath, I finally opened up to see the sun's luminescence peeking through my window shades.

There was soft blonde hair on the pillow before me, and as the warm itchiness of feeling started filling my limbs, I realized I was cuddling a warm naked body in my arms. And for a little while I felt whole.

Melody's head was positioned just below my chin, such that I could lean forward and inhale the sweet scent of her hair. My left arm snaked below her neck, my left forearm running the length of her torso with my hand somewhere around her belly. My right arm wrapped around her waist, and she clutched my right hand tightly to her chest. My left leg was on the mattress while my right leg was sandwiched between her thighs. And my very hard dick was wedged into the crack of her ass.

As I awoke, tension filled my arms as I naturally began to stretch. Instinctively, she felt the tug of my limbs out of her grasp, and she quickly tugged me back into our intimate cuddle. The motion seemed to wake her, and as I heard the soft gasp of Melody's breathing change, I also felt the wriggle of her hips as she ground her ass back against my cock.

There were no words. She pulled me over her body while she rolled onto her back. Our lips found each other once again, picking up our passionate kisses right where we'd left off last night. And then Melody spread her legs wide, inviting me in between them.

My cock found its way, her channel still somewhat lubricated by last night's spendings. She was tight, and slightly dry, but with her hands on my buttcheeks I was able to push in. And when my crotch pressed up against hers, Melody pulled me down into another kiss.

And then I turned my head to the side, laying my cheek down on the pillow beside her as she wrapped her hands behind my head. And so holding each other chest to chest, we took up the familiar rhythm of lovemaking.

"Jeffie..." she panted softly. "Jeffie..."

I had no words, simply rolling my hips as we joined together as intimately as we'd ever done in our lives. And when both our climaxes came, they came together, her whimpers in my ear reaching their peak at the same time my cream began spewing deep into her body.

Even when we were done, Melody and I lay in bed kissing softly. We were still making out long after I went limp and slipped out of her. Only my typical morning urge to pee forced us to stop several minutes later.

When I returned from the bathroom, wearing my boxer shorts, Melody was still wrapped up in my bed, staring off into space with a nervous expression on her face. She looked a little confused, and I felt like I could understand.

We'd broken a boundary. Melody had stayed overnight, and what we had shared was way more than just a booty call. And more than anything else we'd done, we had actually *cuddled*. What I was starting to feel for her was way more than just a fuck-buddy, or a coworker. A part of me relished that. A part of me always wanted to let my emotions loose and madly fall into romantic love.

But did Melody want that? From our previous conversations, the last thing she wanted was a commitment. And despite her passion for me last night and this morning, I felt like I was getting mixed messages. If she wanted to be remain emotionally aloof from one another, why had she asked me to sketch her? Why had she worked so hard to please me last night? She had looked so in love with me.

And yet now, her expression was one of regret. I felt just a bit of my happy mood falling as I contemplated how this had irrevocably changed our relationship. I hoped I hadn't ruined things. We were supposed to just be friends with benefits. We weren't supposed to sleep overnight together. We weren't supposed to cuddle. And Melody had such a haunted look on her face that I was almost afraid to get back into bed.

Gingerly, I slid under the covers, hopeful to feel that cuddling affection once again. But as I reached to touch Melody, she rolled away and said, "We should probably get to work."

With that little rejection, my heart deflated and I felt myself bottle my emotions back up inside me.

"Don't look at me like that Jeffie," Melody's voice was quiet but firm.

"Huh?"

"We've got a good thing, Jeffie. Let's not mess it up. Okay?"

Slowly, I nodded. Then steeling my nerves, I took a deep breath and looked at her confidently. "Okay."

"Good. Now I need to go home and change. I think I'll be a little late."

I smiled, welcoming the opportunity for a little humor. "I think I can clear that with your boss."

She nodded and smiled. Inwardly, I sighed. Back to normal. Back to "just friends with benefits".

Still, just before Melody walked out my front door, she turned and gave me a kiss that left me breathless.

***

I was so engrossed in design work that I didn't even notice when Melody arrived at the office and got set up at her desk. When I finally did look up, she swiveled around in her chair and gave me a quick smile through the plate glass wall. I smiled back, a little nervously.

There was nothing else. She had I had spent the closest thing to a romantic night we'd ever had, and... nothing. Melody was acting the exact same way around me as she had for the past six months. But before I could contemplate this further, I saw Sheldon coming down the hall, marching straight to Melody's desk.




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 01



A minute later, Sheldon came into my office, Melody following him obediently before circling around to stand behind my chair. Sheldon settled himself into a wing chair and crossed his legs casually. "You visited the property yesterday?" He asked sternly.

"Yes, sir," I nodded. No way was I going to call him 'Teddy'.

"Good. Report," he ordered. So we did.

***

Knocking on glass has a distinctly different tone than knocking on wood or metal, and it is a thoroughly alien-sounding noise. So that hollow ringing got my attention easily, and I looked up to my door.

Melody had stepped into my office. "I'm stepping out for lunch. Would you like anything?"

Automatically, I fished into my wallet and pulled out a twenty. "Yeah, can you pick me up a sandwich on your way back?"

She nodded professionally, took the money, and then headed out without another word. She didn't invite me to join her for lunch. She didn't want to talk about how we felt last night. She just settled back into our usual roles.

I sighed... back to normal. Melody wasn't my girlfriend. She worked for me, and we had fun on the side, but that was it. She didn't want any attachments and I had to accept it.

***

It was just an ordinary day the second time I saw her.

I stopped by my usual smoothie shop. To be honest, on this day, I didn't even feel like a smoothie. But maybe... just maybe... she would be here again. I'd wracked my brain trying to remember what time she'd been here and for the past few weeks, I'd specifically timed my arrivals in the hopes of running into her.

I didn't know what I would do if I actually saw her. What would I say?

But it didn't matter. She was never there. Not for weeks and not today.

And so on this day, I exited the shop with smoothie in hand. I sighed. Sure, I liked the flavor and I probably would at least finish it, but I looked at the styrofoam cup in disgust.

Why was I coming here if I didn't even want the damn thing? What kind of obsessive moron goes to a smoothie shop repeatedly trying to get a glimpse of a girl he doesn't even know? Wasn't Taylor obsessive fantasy woman enough for me?

I looked up and saw a happy young couple holding hands as they walked down the street. Every now and again they would glance at each other, just little looks as if they couldn't bear to go more than a few seconds without seeing the face of the one they loved.

I felt a wrench in the pit of my stomach as I looked at them, and a green ooze of jealousy spread through the rest of my lower body. I pinched my forehead and tried to will the feelings away. I'd made my decision long ago: career came first.

It was because I studied so hard in school that I graduated at the top of my class and got a job at one of the most prestigious architectural firms in the country. So what if my long study hours meant I couldn't hold onto a girlfriend for more than a month? So what if that made my fantasies of Taylor Brynn the longest-term female influence in my life?

In the end, I had risen through the ranks faster than anyone and I'd now landed the biggest residential project of the year at the tender age of 25. My career had come first and it had brought me right to my Taylor. It was a validation of everything I had ever hoped for.

I'd always known, felt deep in my gut, that career success would lead me to my wife-to-be and family and all the other hallmarks of a good life. And yet, I knew that Taylor would not be for me. She'd already found a better deal. For all my success so far, it wasn't good enough. Not yet, at least. Not in comparison to John Billionaire.

And there was Melody, beautiful in her own right and yet so cold. Every now and again I would see glimmers of a sweet girl hidden beneath the aloof fuck-buddy she tried to play. Compared with a goddess like Taylor Brynn, Melody was more on my level. She was... attainable... for lack of a better word. But it seemed like she didn't want me. And to be honest, while I thought it would be "nice" to be with her, I wasn't completely sure I really wanted to be with Melody for the long run.

And then there was... HER. I didn't even know a thing about the mystery blonde save for her name. What was so special about her? What made her so different from a thousand other pretty women walking the streets of Manhattan every day? Why the hell couldn't I get her out of my head?

As if on cue, SHE stepped out of the store not twenty feet front of me and turned to walk away.

She was perfect. I'd only ever seen her the one time, but her face was etched into memory. All breath left my body as I saw that face come into view and the morning light caught her emerald green eyes, making them shimmer briefly before she turned away from me. Lightning bolts shot up and down my spine.

Today she wore another pair of spray-on designer jeans and a long-sleeved maroon top that hugged her torso all the way down past her hips, looking rather more like a dress with a really short-skirt. And then I saw the Starbucks cup in her hand. I stared down at my own styrofoam smoothie cup and thought of the dozens of times I'd already continued coming to the smoothie shop in a futile attempt to see her.

I opened my mouth to call her name... but nothing came out.

It caught in my throat, and belatedly realized that I'd been holding my breath ever since she walked out. I started getting dizzy and my body screamed for oxygen and I had to stop in my tracks and suck in huge lungfuls of air while hunched over with my hands on my knees. And when I finally could stand up straight, I looked out and she was gone. Lost in the crowd.

I sighed, "Kaitlyn..."

***

-- KAITLYN --

"Kaitlyn..."

I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and turned around. My name had fluttered on the wind so softly that I wasn't even sure I actually heard it. I quickly scanned the crowd around me, looking for a familiar face, but none came.

I tried to place the voice, but it was such a whispery sound that I couldn't tell if it was male or female, let alone the specific person.

Dismissing it as a figment of my imagination, I shook my head and then turned to continue walking towards the campus. I checked my watch to make sure I had enough time to get there.

But for some reason, I had a craving for a smoothie. Very rarely did I ever want a smoothie; I was almost always a coffee person. In fact, I hadn't had a smoothie since... that guy... The one with "the look".

I stared down at my coffee cup and briefly thought that if I'd just gotten that smoothie today, maybe he would have been there.

Yeah, right.

Rolling my eyes to myself, I hunkered down and sped up my walk. Time to get to class.

***

-- JEFFREY --

"Jeffie, Taylor on Line 1," Melody's voice came through the speakerphone.

Melody herself looked at me through the plate glass wall separating my office from her desk. She had an odd look in her eye, as if she was studying my reaction. I simply nodded and picked up the headset, hooking it over my ear. "Taylor! It's great to hear from you."

"Jeffrey! How are you? I had a wonderful time the other day last week." Taylor's voice was pure honey.

"I did too. I can't wait to see what everything looks like when it's finished."

"You think YOU can't wait?" Taylor laughed, a delightful sound that set my heart atwitter. Even after all the time that had passed since her first call to me, I still couldn't believe I was chatting with the goddess of my dreams.

"Anyways," Taylor continued. "This is actually a social call."

"Oh?"

"Well you see, there's this charity event I'm going to on Friday, and I've just been left without a date. Johnny had to fly out to London to deal with some financial crisis-whatever that's interfering with one of his deals."

"Friday? As in... tomorrow?"

"Right, right. So I was wondering if you would be interested in escorting me."

"Me?"

"Of course you, Jeffrey. What, would you be ashamed to be seen publicly with such an old hag?"

"There you go with the 'old woman' business," I rolled my eyes. "You're only three years older, and you LOOK three years younger than me. You are the most beautiful woman in New York and you know it."

Taylor giggled. "Well, with you by my side to remind me, I'm sure I'll feel much better about my age. So will you come?"

I shook my head, still in disbelief at the turns my life was taking. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

***

*FRIDAY*

For the fifth time, I looked over the exact same window on the second floor, west wing. Realizing I had done so, I pinched my eyes shut and rubbed my temples. It was absolutely IMPOSSIBLE to focus. 

How could I focus? I was supposed to meet Taylor at her apartment in less than two hours. And as the clock ticked by on this Friday afternoon, I was running out of time. At least I was planning to come into the office over the weekend to catch up on work. Maybe I could focus better then.

Just then, Melody knocked and poked her head in. "You going to be here much longer? We're all heading to O'Brien's."

"Not much longer," I sighed and sat back in my chair.

"Okay, so I'll see you down there in a bit?"

I sat up straight. "Uh, no. I've got other plans tonight. I'll see you next week."

"Plans?" Melody stepped into my office and closed the door behind her. "You're not coming to the pub?"

"No. I'm escorting Taylor at this charity function. Her fiancé is in London."

"Taylor... I see..." Melody crossed her arms and pouted. "I mean, I guess so. I'm not trying to tell you what you can or can't do or anything. I just thought you'd want to spend more time with me."

"Mel..." I HATED it when she got all passive-aggressive.

"Oh, no. It's no problem. I'm sure you were going to tell me. I *know* how busy work has been. It must have slipped your mind."

"Mel. Stop it." I wasn't going to play her game.

The pretty blonde ground her teeth together for a little while and then glared at me. "You should have told me, Jeffie. What if I'd made plans for us tonight?" Melody looked really angry.

"Huh? You never make plans. If you want to screw, you usually just grab me and do it."

"Well, what if I want to screw tonight?" Melody jutted her hip out to the side with on hand firmly planted on it. Between that and the annoyed expression on her face, she looked like a petulant teenager who wasn't getting her way.

I frowned in mild annoyance of my own. Melody didn't own me. "I made plans. Sorry."

"Plans, huh? You gonna fuck her?" Melody spat with vehemence.

Where was this anger coming from? "Hey! Who said anything about fucking? It's a charity thing!"

Melody didn't respond, instead just turning away from me in a huff as she started pacing around the room. She crossed her arms over her chest, set her jaw, and glared at nothing in particular as she completed a full circuit around my desk. I swore I could SEE the cogs in her brain spinning.

Abruptly, Melody stopped and turned to face me with a touch of green in her eyes. "But if Taylor DID come on to you, would you fuck her?"

I was taken aback by her bluntness. "What business is that of yours? You're not my girlfriend, Mel. You made that point VERY clear a couple of nights ago. And did I say anything when you seduced that intern in the mail room right in front of me?"

"FINE," Melody threw her hands up and turned around, heading for my door. "Fuck her, don't fuck her, I don't care."

"Mel..." I pleaded, half in annoyance. I didn't want her leaving in a huff.

"No, no. You're right, you're right" she said before turning around and facing me. "We're just friends. You're my boss. I have no right to be jealous."

But she WAS jealous, and getting passive-aggressive again.

"Nothing's going to happen," I tried to assure her.

"Whatever," she tossed her hands, and then grabbed the door handle. "I'll see you Monday."

***

I stood in front of the mirror, checking out my hair for the fifteenth time. Nervously, I bounced on the balls of my feet and tried to shake out the tension in my arms. I checked my watch once again.

Still an hour to go. I swore the stupid clock was moving BACKWARDS.

I looked in the mirror again. My hair was fine, but there were beads of sweat starting to form at my hairline. My lower jaw quivered, and my hands were starting to get clammy.

This was not good.

I was too tense. I was too on edge. I had to relieve the pressure.

Fortunately, I had the time. Sighing heavily, I crossed the room to my home computer, sitting down and unzipping my pants. Then I grabbed the mouse and started clicking through a familiar set of folders.

Taylor had first started modeling at eighteen. But while popular, she didn't do very much work until after she graduated from college. Even after, she was never a superstar like the Gisele's or Tyra's of the world. Most people would recognize her name if they heard it; but few would call her name to mind if asked about famous models. At least until she'd gotten engaged to Jonathan Kwong.

But me? I'd thought Taylor was the most beautiful woman on the planet. And with her relatively limited fan base, I felt special, unique. Let other men lust after the latest Victoria's Secret regular. I had my Taylor.

I was quite good at manipulating the mouse with my left hand, freeing up my right for more important tasks. And as shot after shot of Taylor's brilliant eyes and abundant cleavage flashed by, I finally found my release.

Once I wadded up the tissue and tossed it into the basket, I sighed happily and felt much more relaxed. This time, when I checked myself in the mirror, all the tension was gone.

I straightened out my clothes and shot the cuffs of my jacket. NOW I was ready.

***

"Good evening. How may I be of service?"

I nodded to the distinguished elderly butler. "I'm Jeff Lee. I know I'm early but I'm meeting Taylor."

"Of course, sir. May I take your jacket?" The butler led me into the living room and took my jacket away. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No thank you," I waved him off.

"Very well." He gave me an odd look and then cleared his throat. "Ring if you need anything. You are free to look around. Miss Taylor said that you might appreciate some of the architecture of the home."

I thanked him and nodded, my gaze already sweeping up to the ceiling cross beams, elegant columns, and other decorating details. Already in one of the premier buildings on 5th Avenue, the future Kwongs had the penthouse and their apartment took up nearly half the entire floor. From the looks of things, no expense had been spared in the furnishing and Jonathan and Taylor had selected a place with beautiful architectural lines.

I checked my watch, realizing that I was more than a half-hour early. So once I'd finished with my circuit of the living room, I hesitantly started down the hallway. Permission or not, I felt just a little guilty about roaming the Kwong apartment. But as I crossed to the formal dining room, I saw the butler chatting with a woman in the kitchen, probably the cook. They saw me scanning the beams and just smiled and nodded as I continued my self-tour.

Eventually, I got back to the main hallway. There were a set of rooms, probably guest rooms, down in one direction. The other way there was a set of double- doors which most likely would lead to the Master Suite. My breath caught just then.

Somewhere behind the doors would be Taylor herself, possibly in some varied state of undress as she prepared for the night out. Without conscious thought, my feet moved me closer and closer until I realized that the doors themselves were slightly open. I hadn't meant to approach so close, and just when I was about to come to my senses, I heard a fluttering, female moan. "Ohhh Jeffrey... fuck me..."

My eyes went wide when I heard Taylor's voice. And she even continued, "Fuck me... fuck me..."

I couldn't help it. Silently, I went to the door and gingerly pushed it open. Soon, I found myself in what amounted to a private lounge, complete with fireplace and a ginormous TV. I blinked twice, and then the moans continued to waft through the air from an open door at the far end. "Oh, Jeffrey. Deeper! Harder!"

Was she actually masturbating over me? It wasn't possible. Sure, I'd masturbated over fantasies of Taylor since I was fifteen. I'd just done so not twenty minutes earlier. But there was no way SHE could be doing the same over me, right?

With a tingle running down my spine, I glanced back to see if anyone had caught me, and then I padded forward as quietly as possible to the open doorway. I heard the rhythmic noise of a mattress compressing while someone bounced on it, seriously naughty visions popping into mind. For a brief second, I let myself imagine what it would be like to lay on top of Taylor, thrusting away to my heart's content.

As I approached, the sounds got louder and I knew that whatever was going on, it was going on right in the next room. So when I got to the doorjamb, I hid myself behind the wall and ever so slowly, leaned my head over until I could see.

Taylor Brynn, supermodel, dark-haired beauty, and fiancée of one of the richest men in the world, was fully nude and lying on her back across a large four poster bed. Her limbs flailed out in every direction, but all I could see at the moment was that her legs were spread wide, her glistening pink pussy pointed in my direction, completely hairless. And then that pussy was removed from view as a brunette head eclipsed it, a pink tongue lolling out as Charlotte went back to tonguing her employer's clit.

Meanwhile, Charlotte pushed a thick black dildo in between Taylor's gaping pussy lips, and then Taylor started up her "fuck me, Jeffrey" moaning once again.

I was so overwhelmed I nearly creamed my shorts right then and there. It was her. It was HER. She was fucking NAKED. And she was fantasizing about fucking ME.

I couldn't handle it. My brain went into lockup and I did the only thing I could.

I ran away.

Now I didn't run screaming out of the room or anything like that. I quietly hurried back through the private lounge and out in the hallway, not daring to breathe until I was certain I hadn't been caught. And then as soon as I got my breathing under control, I steeled my nerves and calmly walked back into the living room, sitting down on a sofa and smoothening out my slacks.

Well, I may have wiped my sweaty hands on the sofa cushions, but I was pretty dignified for getting the shock of my life. And then there was nothing left for me to do but remember the view that was now seared into my brain.

Taylor's nude form was just as wondrous as her Maxim or lingerie shoots had promised. While she lay flat on her back, her tits were large, not huge, and still quite firm, sagging only slightly to the sides. The nipples were hard cones poking towards the vaulted ceiling and a cherry color that begged for a willing pair of lips. Her tummy was taut and lightly muscled, especially as she tensed her abs amidst her pleasure. A narrow waist tapered out only slightly to her hips. And with her legs spread wide, I could see that even her thighs were well-toned and absent of any cellulite.

I had caught only a brief flash of her pretty pussy, her inner flesh a brilliant pink and seemingly coated in fresh lubrication as it reflected the light like a diamond. Oh, to taste such a rare fruit...

A sharp sound caught my attention and my eyes snapped open while my jaw snapped shut. I sat up in surprise and turned around just as the butler's other heel came into position, stomping against the hardwood floor.

"My apologies, sir. I didn't mean to startle you. Miss Taylor sends her apologies, she lost track of the time and she will be fashionably late. Are you sure I can't interest you in a drink?"

My throat dry, I gurgled, "Vodka tonic. Uh, strong, please. And, uh, what's your name?"




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"Edward, sir."

"Edward, thank you."

"Certainly."

***

"Jeffrey, thank you for coming!"

I stood up, starry-eyed at the vision before me. While Taylor had been stunning nude, she was absolutely dazzling fully dressed. Her makeup was touch perfect, her hair sassy, and her outfit hinted at all sorts of wondrous physical charms I desperately wanted to see again.

I drained the last of my second vodka tonic, feeling the burning liquid relax my tense muscles as it dribbled down my throat. Edward was immediately beside me with a tray as I set the tumbler down.

I wanted to say "Taylor, you look astonishing" in some sort of charming Southern drawl while I took her hands and brushed my lips against her knuckles. But there was a disconnect between brain and body. Instead, I just kind of went wide-eyed, slack jawed, and an odd squeak leaked out of my throat.

Charlotte giggled first. She was dressed casually, the same outfit she'd been in as she orally pleasured her employer. Taylor just took my reaction for a compliment and walked up to me, taking my hand. "Thank you," she said, her voice laced with honey.

Then, I finally grew my spine and stood up straight, bending to kiss the back of her hand as I said, "Taylor, you look astonishing."

"I could tell from your reaction." She nodded to the door. "Shall we?"

***

Several hours later, I found myself reclining in the back of an ultra-luxury Maybach for the return back from the charity event. When I'd first ridden in the car on the way there, I found myself playing with all the controls embedded into the center console between myself and Taylor's seat. I simply couldn't believe I was sitting in a car valued way beyond my total net worth.

However, for this return trip back to the Kwong apartment, that center console had been folded up into the backrest, giving Taylor plenty of room to lean across the backseat and plunge her tongue into the back of my mouth.

As I inhaled her spicy sweetness and ran my fingers over her naked back, I ruminated on the evening that had brought me to this point.

I had arrived expecting to play the role of invisible escort. I wasn't Taylor's fiancé, but it wouldn't do for her to appear an event flying solo. I was there to hold her coat, fetch her drinks, and stand beside her while she socially interacted with wealthy New York nobility. If I was lucky, she might chat with me when she got bored. At least I'd get to be in her orbit at a fancy event.

But Taylor surprised me. Once we arrived, she slipped her arm around mine and practically never let go for the entire evening. She flirted with me outrageously as if we were on a date, and quite frequently held conversations with me to the point of ignoring the other socialites.

I held my own, dredging up every resource I had to make witty banter and keep Taylor entertained. She was laughing constantly at my deadpan remarks, and I found myself working even harder to say something amusing so that she would squeeze my arm just one more time.

When we did mingle with the crowd, I was introduced as my role, Taylor's Design Architect for their new estate. The people we met expressed mild surprise at my youth, given such a large project; but then some of the women we met offered knowing smiles at my youth and Taylor's obvious proximity to me.

"You should see how skilled he is with his hands..." Taylor husked to one very pretty wife of a banker. And then the two of them gave me clearly evaluative looks.

Of course, I didn't let my ego puff up too much. After all, Taylor was making suggestive comments but I hadn't ACTUALLY done anything with her. She seemed to just love the tease and innuendo. And as the night wore on, I realized that for all my obsession growing up, I'd never really found out what she was like personally. For all I knew, Taylor got off on being a prick tease. So I didn't get my hopes up.

Still, the way Taylor always maintained body contact with me and "accidentally" rubbed against my crotch a few dozen times during the evening had me hard as a rock. The raven-haired bombshell also leaned in to whisper little rumors into my ear, giving me plenty of time to smell the perfume of her neck. And I frequently found my eyes drawn downwards to her exposed cleavage, so round and ripe and bare just inches away from me. I knew I was going to have quite the intense jacking off session once I got home that night.

And so I wasn't surprised when the night ended uneventfully and we returned to the Maybach. My lips still had touched nothing of hers save for her knuckles at the beginning of the night; and the only skin of mine she ever touched was that on my hands.

I entered the car first and slid over, noting that the privacy screen between us and the driver had been raised. And once Taylor slid in beside me and her door closed, I barely had time to squeak before she half-crawled into my lap and shoved her tongue into the back of my mouth.

There was just one thought running through my mind: 'Ohmigod!'

Of course, that thought repeated over and over and over again. 'Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod!'

Taylor was a good kisser. She was a REALLY, REALLY good kisser. Melody was no slouch, but Taylor blew her away and it was all I could do just to keep up. Her dress was practically backless to go along with the plunging neckline, and as Taylor leaned into me I found my hand stroking her spine, my hands automatically folding into one of my favorite massage techniques.

Once my fingers began kneading her back muscles, Taylor moaned "Ohhh..." right into my mouth. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever heard in my life. She reached up with her own hands, gripping my collar and tugging herself even tighter against my face.

As if moving of its own accord, my right hand went lower, dragging down her back and to the roundness of her dress-covered ass. I paused once I cupped a firm asscheek, waiting for the inevitable rebuke, but none came.

Still, there was no rejection when I slid my hand beneath the hem of her dress, finally pressing naked assflesh into my palm. In fact, Taylor just moaned even louder and wriggled her butt into my grasp.

My fingers traced the curvature of her buttocks, and eventually I felt the hard string of a thong as I moved into her crack. Taylor inhaled sharply, quivering with excitement, and then she turned and sat down in my lap sideways, her legs pointing back towards her own seat on the right.

This motion pulled my right hand away from her butt, but as she bent to kiss me once again, she seized my wrist in her hand and guided it once again beneath her dress.

Deftly, my fingers snaked beneath the waistband of her thong, and I felt nothing but silky, wet, bare skin. And as I pushed lower, Taylor gasped, "Yes... yes..."

My fingertips soon found the hard nub of her clit, causing the gorgeous woman in my lap to start wriggling in anticipation. Brushing past the little ball, I dipped lower and my fingers naturally slid into the groove of Taylor's spread pussy lips. She was soaking wet.

Further down, I got to her entrance and hooking my fingers, I pushed two digits inside of her, coating myself up to the second knuckle while Taylor clutched my heck and groaned into my open mouth. And then just as slowly as I entered, I pulled back until I had the nub of her clit trapped between my moistened index and middle fingers.

Taylor pulled off my lips, folded her head against my shoulder and moaned "Oh, Jeffrey!" That was the last coherent thing she said all the way back to her apartment. 

For the rest of the ride, I diddled her clit and plunged my fingers into her wet box over and again, using all the finger dexterity and focus I put into my sketches. My lips were on hers every moment she wasn't sucking the skin of my neck or nibbling on my shoulder. She whimpered constantly, her hips bucking in my lap and her entire torso wriggled as lightning bolts of pleasure shot through her.

I felt every corner turned and most of the potholes as the car cruised through the streets of Manhattan. If momentum swayed us left, my fingers circled around her clit as Taylor arched in my arms. If momentum sent us right, I pushed my fingers even deeper into her snatch as centrifugal force made my penetration even harder.

I wasn't counting how many times she came, but it was more than just a few. And by the time we arrived, Taylor was a sweating, panting, multi-orgasmic wreck.

When the car came to a halt, Taylor half-turned and rested her forehead against mine. She panted for air, and once she'd caught her breath, the gasped, "Fuuuck... you really ARE that good with your hands..."

I glowed internally at her praise. "You inspire me," I said honestly.

Taylor looked me straight in the eye, her irises a deep violet hue. "Come upstairs with me."

***

Edward took our coats as we entered back into the apartment and he headed for a closet. Taylor then reached a shaky hand out to the elderly cook. "Dorothy, water please."

For a moment, both servants were out of the room. Taylor spun, grabbed my head, and planted a ferocious kiss on me once again. I felt my knees about to buckle from the intense feelings, and when I blinked my eyes open again, Edward was standing off to the side while Taylor chugged a tall glass of water that Dorothy had brought.

"Aahhh," Taylor gasped once she finished it. I was glancing around nervously at the two staff members, who undoubtedly saw me locking lips with the fiancée of their employer. Briefly I felt like panicking. But then Taylor grabbed my hand and was hurriedly dragging me down the hallway. There was no doubt in anyone's mind what we were going off to do.

At first, I leaned towards the master suite, expecting to go in that direction. But instead, Taylor tugged me down the other hallway. "That's Johnny's bed," she explained.

And then we were soon in a guest bedroom. Taylor left the door open and pushed me into a seated position on the bed. Immediately, she began to unbutton my shirt while my mind raced with the implications of what we were doing. In fact, her last comment had me second-guessing our actions, no matter how much I wanted this.

"Taylor, maybe we shouldn't..." I began. "You're engaged."

She smiled. "You think I don't know that?" She leaned in and kissed me again. When she pulled away, she looked me straight in the eye. "I love Johnny. I love him with all my heart. But he's halfway around the world and I'm fucking horny!"

"But can you do this to him?" I had to ask, even though her answer barely mattered. If she was willing, I was willing. "Other man" or not, I would always regret it if I passed up a chance to make love to my goddess.

Taylor grinned. "He's with Cassandra. Those two were made for each other and she takes good care of him. And relax, Johnny knows all about you and me. That's part of the trust; we hide nothing from each other. Now, Jeffrey... shut up and FUCK ME."

I shut up. Taylor took advantage of my newly acquiescent state to remove my shirt and then pull my undershirt over my head. She tossed my shoes aside and then went to work dragging my pants and shorts down, finally leaving me buck naked on the bed... in a guest room of one of the richest men in the world... with his FIANCÉE.

I thought my mind was being blown. But then Taylor knelt and took my cock into her mouth. Taylor Brynn, Goddess on Earth, star of my masturbatory fantasies for twelve years, was kneeling on the floor sucking MY cock.

My mind had simply shattered.

Darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time. If felt like Taylor's mouth was around me forever. And when I blinked, I could scarcely believe it was the same day.

Taylor was standing up before me as I drifted along the razor's edge between blissful euphoria and dark unconsciousness. Like a shadow, I saw a form rise behind her, someone I had not been expecting to see.

Taylor just smiled at me as Charlotte's fingers nimbly went to the clasps of Taylor's dress. The pretty assistant worked efficiently, and soon the wispy fabric was slithering downward by the pull of gravity, flowing over Taylor's curves before puddling to the floor at her feet. My eyes went wide seeing the full roundness of her naked breasts, perfectly shaped as a hybrid between globe and cone and capped with hard cherry nipples.

Then, Charlotte knelt down, reaching with her hands to the tiny black straps of Taylor's thong, and soon it too joined the dress on the floor, showing nothing but waxed-clean skin and pretty pink. And like an angel stepping out of the heavens to walk amongst us mere mortals, Taylor stepped forward and pushed my shoulders back to the bed.

Soon, I was laying flat on my back as Taylor straddled me, sliding her knees onto either side of my hips. And with her right hand holding my erection skyward, she parted her own pussy lips with her left and sank down onto me.

The many orgasms she had in the car lubricated our way, and I completely stopped breathing as I soaked in the sensations of her heavenly snatch descending around me. With a fluid grace, Taylor pressed all the way down until we were pressed together as closely as possible.

"Ooh, you feel so good inside me," she groaned. And then my angel bent forward to kiss me, crushing her tits into my chest in the process. The soft touch of her lips sent a surge of adrenaline through me, and automatically my hips bucked upwards, lifting us off the bed for a brief moment at the powerful thrust.

"Yes..." Taylor hissed as she sat upright and tossed her hair out of her face. And then my eyes went wide open as I saw a delicate pair of hands circling around Taylor's torso, reaching out to cup the gorgeous woman's swollen breasts.

Charlotte was fully naked and kneeling on the bed beside her mistress. And as Taylor moaned into her assistant's touch, the pretty brunette craned her head forward to capture Taylor's lips with her own.

I swear my dick grew an extra inch.

No one could match Taylor for raw physical beauty, and yet Charlotte was no slouch in the attractiveness department herself. Her brown hair was silky and neatly framed a pretty face with high cheekbones. Her tits were pleasingly round and even cuter now that I could see them naked, capped with pale pink nipples and larger aureole. Charlotte kept her body in shape; she was athletically muscled and curved, even if not quite model-thin. And seeing a pretty, naked woman making out with my Taylor was a dream come true.

I felt another surge of power in my hips as I drove up into Taylor's tight tunnel, and she smiled into Charlotte's liplock while she began to ride me rhythmically.

I relocated my hands to Taylor's hips, guiding her body up and down while I pushed against the springiness of the mattress to help my thrusting. I watched Taylor's ab muscles contracting as she rolled around while humping up and down on my cock.

Charlotte kept her left hand tweaking Taylor's erect nipple and lowered her right hand to manually stimulate Taylor's already swollen clit. This caused the gorgeous dark-haired model to moan, "Oh, Charlotte! Mm, you're so good to me baby..."

Charlotte said nothing but nuzzled Taylor's neck while beauty riding my cock reached an arm around her assistant's head to keep it close by.

"Fuck me, Jeffrey..."

"Oh Taylor..."

"Cum in me, Jeffrey..."

"Oh Taylor!"

"CUM!!!"

Charlotte's hands on her body coupled with my hot, throbbing meat in her cunt had finally pushed Taylor to orgasm. Her back went rigid as she climaxed powerfully, clamping down on me tighter than a Chinese finger-trap. It was enough to set me off as well.

With my hands pinning her hips down on me, I bellowed, "Taylor!" as I erupted, blasts of white lava splattering the inner walls of my goddess. I felt so light- headed I was ready to faint, but the feelings were so good that I refused to pass into unconsciousness and miss a single second of the greatest experience of my life. I yelled in triumph as I hosed down Taylor Brynn with my sperm, spewing more and more cum into her body as I grinned the happiest smile of my existence.

Taylor was going through an experience of her own. Her lower body jerked and trembled as her climax swept through her. And she shuddered with each impact of my cum. Her back was arched as Charlotte now gripped both round tits, squeezing hard. And her gaping mouth was covered by Charlotte's, the pretty brunette kissing the darker-haired beauty throughout it all.

Eventually, Taylor and I came down from our highs. Taylor literally came down as she toppled off me onto the bed, gasping for air. Charlotte merely followed her, and I looked over with great interest as the pretty assistant moved her head in between Taylor's thighs and began to slurp my essence out of her mistress.

For just a brief second, I thought back to Melody musing on another woman sucking my cum out of her. I'd never had a threesome in my life, and belatedly I realized I'd just experienced the ultimate male fantasy.

Still, it was clear that this particular threesome wasn't about me. Perhaps fittingly, it was all about Taylor. Once Charlotte had suckled out the last globs of cum from Taylor's snatch, she sat up with bulging cheeks and held a hand over her mouth. Quickly, she leaned across Taylor's heaving body, and as the goddess opened her mouth in anticipation, Charlotte fed my spending down.

The sight of my creamy globs plopping into Taylor's mouth was almost enough to get me hard right away. Almost.

Meanwhile, the girls had further plans. Charlotte extended her tongue out so that Taylor could get the last bits and they kissed softly for a minute afterwards. But then Taylor reached up and held her assistant's head. "I want to eat you," Taylor whispered. "Suck him to get him ready for me again," she ordered in a harsh voice.

Charlotte shivered, seemingly aroused by Taylor's command, and then she blinked open her eyes. "Yes, ma'am."

And with that, the pretty brunette pivoted her hips, moving to straddle Taylor's face.

"Wait," Taylor leaned over to the nightstand and coming back with a black blindfold and a pair of handcuffs. I swear Charlotte had an orgasm just seeing the objects. The pretty assistant was fully acquiescent as she let Taylor tie the blindfold onto her and then clasp her wrists together. Only then did Taylor lie back and then help guide her willing personal assistant over her face.

Charlotte felt around with her hands, getting into position before lowering her own bare-shaven snatch down to her employer's hot mouth. Charlotte closed her eyes and moaned as she began to feel the wonderful pleasures, but then she blindly beckoned to me. "Please Mr. Lee. Come here."

This whole thing was just so surreal. Was this how rich people spent their idle time? I was in disbelief that I was actually here, but I wasn't about to say no. Knee-walking across the bed, I moved where Charlotte directed me. In the end I was kneeling with my back against the headboard as Charlotte was hunched over, blowing my cock and grinding her crotch over Taylor's face at the same time.

As with everything, she was efficient. Charlotte had excellent technique, and I was at full mast very quickly. I especially got a kick out of watching her stroking my shaft with both cuffed hands. But as good as it felt, her blowjob felt dispassionate, especially after my mind-blowing lovemaking with Taylor. Pretty as she was, she just didn't get my engines revving like Taylor did.

But the point wasn't to get off on Charlotte's fellatio. And once she deemed me hard enough for her mistress, Charlotte released my cock and nodded. I took the hint and circled the mattress, pulled Taylor's legs to the side, and guided my re- energized rod to the gorgeous supermodel's sopping wet hole.

"Mmm..." Taylor moaned in anticipation, her voice muffled by Charlotte's crotch. And then her moan was cut off into a sharp gasp as I penetrated her.




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It was still wonderful to be inside of Taylor's pussy. But this time, the wonder had worn off a bit. I had full control of my emotions and my mind, and THIS time, I wanted to show Taylor what I could do.

Half-occupied by Charlotte's pussy, Taylor had no idea what my next strokes would be. I fucked her hard, I fucked her slow. I made deep thrusts, I made carving rotations. I listened carefully to her reactions, and I was rewarded with Taylor's muffled "Oh, FUCK!" exclamations every time I did something really good.

I also had much better staying power since I'd already cum. Actually, I'd cum twice if you counted my release before even leaving my own apartment. So when Taylor lit off into her climax, I rode her out and just kept pounding. Charlotte also had a few orgasms of her own, and I salivated at the sight of the cute brunette's pretty ass staring back at me just above my view of Taylor's wobbling tits.

And when it came time for my final release, I growled down, "Where do you want it?"

Taylor lifted up her assistant's crotch just long enough to gasp, "On Charlotte's ass. I want you to cum on Charlotte's ass! And then I'm going to lick it all up!"

It worked for me. I pounded hard a few more times, causing squealed "FUCK!" exclamations out of Taylor before I pulled out and began jerking my own shaft.

"Ohhh!" I growled as I felt the tension inside me release, and then the first stringy rope of jism flew out of me to fall in a line across Charlotte's left rounded buttock. I grunted and then the second strand practically went into Charlotte's asscrack, and I aimed the third to Charlotte's right buttcheek.

After that, I lost steam and the rest of my cum drizzled onto Taylor's tits, as good a second option as any.

As it turned out, Charlotte turned and felt around with her cuffed hands to slurp my cum off of Taylor's breasts first. And then, still blind, she turned around again to let Taylor lick her ass. I think Charlotte actually came once more when Taylor shoved her tongue into Charlotte's asscrack and swiped a droplet off her anus.

And then the two pretty women collapsed together in a cuddled bundle of naked flesh and limbs. Taylor first removed Charlotte's blindfold and then kissed her assistant tenderly, even though she left the handcuffs on. And then Taylor looked up at me, her eyes returning to their royal blue color. "Thanks Jeffrey. You were wonderful. We'll have to do this again sometime."

I sank to the bed, sitting on my heels and watching my cock deflate. Just in front of me were two beautiful women, fully naked, who each had my dick inside their bodies.

And one of them was freakin' Taylor-fucking-Brynn...

I was living a fantasy.

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 2



Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 02



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-- CHAPTER 2: Architectural Connections --

***

*MONDAY*

"Good morning, boss."

I looked up from my computer. "Good morning, Melody," I answered easily. My eyes flitted to the clock. She was right on time for a Monday morning.

"Coffee? Your usual?"

"Thanks, that would be great." I relaxed into my chair as the pretty blonde nodded and headed out. Maybe everything would be alright, despite the animosity she'd been showing last Friday. Maybe we would be back to normal.

A few minutes later, I heard the hollow knocking on glass as Melody returned with my coffee. I watched her legs in the tight skirt as she circled around the desk, setting the mug down next to the keyboard and then leaning back against the desk. "So? Did you sleep with her?"

"Huh?" My hand stopped halfway to the coffee mug and I turned in surprise. I hadn't been expecting that question.

"Did you?"

My eyes answered before I could verbalize anything. Taylor Brynn had sex with me... ME. Taylor-fucking-Brynn, international supermodel, billionaire socialite, and all around gorgeous sexpot, had fucked me, and even brought her beautiful assistant into our bed. I could already feel my chest swelling with obscene pride. Even if it never happened again, I would always have that memory. I started drawling, "Well..."

Before I could finish my sentence, Melody's hand whipped out lightning quick and then I felt my head rotate to the side with the impact.

I winced in pain but managed not to yell, instead holding my own hand to my quickly reddening cheek as I faced her with a look of disbelief. "What the hell was THAT for?"

"Can you honestly tell me you DON'T think you deserved that?"

"What?"

She slapped me again, this time on my other, unprotected, cheek.

This time I squalled, "Oww!!!"

Melody just got up in a huff, muttering, "MotherFUCKer..." And with that, she left my office and plunked herself heavily into her own chair.

So much for back to normal.

***

At five o'clock, the hollow rapping on the glass stirred me from my stupor. Gradually, my head pulled out of the virtual design world and I managed to focus across my desk to the door.

Melody was still standing outside, but with her head through the open doorway. "Come on, we're going to O'Brien's."

"But I-" I gestured to my computer.

"*NOW*," Melody growled, and then pulled her head back and closed the door. Through the clear glass, I could see her turn away and start packing up her purse.

Melody was not my girlfriend. She was my subordinate. She worked for me. She had no right to be giving me orders and then walk away expecting my compliance. I WAS THE FUCKING BOSS HERE.

And yet I rose from my seat, grabbed my jacket, and went out the door to join her. As I came through the door, she turned to walk in front of me and led the way to the elevators, never looking back. She always did have me wrapped around her little finger.

We were silent through the whole ride down and the short walk to the pub, and a sense of foreboding started to creep down my spine. Melody's demeanor was all ice queen, standing aloof from me, not looking in my direction and generally radiating get-the-fuck-away-from-me signals. If we didn't resolve this... whatever... and soon... it was going to make our worklife unbearable.

Melody's attitude completely changed the moment we got to the pub. We caught sight of our friends, who had already snagged a booth, and with a bubbly smile Melody scampered over. "Hey guys!"

"Gawd, I hate Mondays..." Frank, the draftsman, sighed immediately as he nursed his beer and sank lower into his seat.

"You say that every week," Erica, the admin, scoffed.

"Enjoy these Mondays while you can, Frank," Melody warned. "Once this Kwong project gets rolling you're going to have more work than you know what to do with."

"Aww, Mel. You know JUST how to cheer a guy up," George complained before chugging the rest of his beer and then burping loudly. "Now I'm going to need another one of these."

Our other two coworkers just grinned and we all settled down. It took me a minute, but once I got comfortable everything started to flow and I settled in for a relaxing afternoon. I was especially relieved when midway through our evening, Melody slipped her hand onto my thigh beneath the table. Again, I started to believe that despite our awkwardness, Melody and I would be alright in the long run.

When it was time to leave, I briefly toyed with the idea of going back upstairs to work. But just when I was about to make that announcement and leave the group, Melody slipped her hand into mine and leaned over to say, "We're going back to your place." It was not a request.

I glanced down, seeing her baby brown eyes hard-edged... not with desire, but with determination. I nodded in agreement. We did nothing to hide that we were getting a cab together. This group of friends had figured out months ago that we were banging each other.

Still, most of the times Melody and I had shared a cab, she had her hands all over me as if she couldn't wait to strip me naked. This night, she simply gripped my hand as if holding me on a leash lest I try to get away.

She held onto me all the way to my apartment. Once we got inside, I found myself at a slight loss over what to do. We were fuck-buddies. Every time we got into an apartment alone together, we were usually sucking each other's faces, hurriedly getting to the main event so we could be on our way within thirty minutes or so.

But the urgent lust wasn't there this time, and since I wasn't sure what to do, I simply went through my usual routine of depositing my keys and hanging up my jacket.

I turned back to Melody, and then that stinging pain was once again on my face and my whole body had been twisted to the side with the force of impact. "Oww!!!"

I was holding my cheek and if her hand wasn't already rocking me back on my heels, Melody's mood swings would be enough to give me whiplash. "What???" I cried.

"How could you sleep with her?!" Melody was already on the verge of tears. "You said nothing was going to happen."

"I didn't think anything was going to happen!"

"But something DID. You fucked her!"

"I never promised I wouldn't!" I rubbed my sore jaw and righteous annoyance flared inside me. "Am I missing something? Did we agree to be exclusive and I just forgot?"

She didn't answer my question. Instead she just yelled, "Why? Why'd you do it?"

My eyes were wild and my volume went up to match hers. "Because! She wanted to! I wanted to! It just happened!" Melody had laid out the rules a long time ago. I didn't own her and she didn't own me.

She sputtered a little more and paced my room, waving her hands in frustration. But at least she wasn't hitting me anymore. She growled through her teeth and once she finally turned to face me, her eyes were aflame and she exclaimed, "You fucking CHEATED on me!"

"*I* cheated?" I couldn't believe what was happening. Not two weeks ago, the night we'd won the design contract, I'd broached the idea of stepping up our intimacy. I'd been willing to move in the direction of a real relationship with Melody and she'd shot me down cold. But now? Now that *I* might *dare* to sleep with another woman she wanted to play the scorned girlfriend? This was just unfair and I was getting pissed. "What do you call that kid in the mail room? And don't tell me you didn't boink Sanderson after the Christmas party."

She tossed her hands aside. "You keep bringing up the mail room intern! Those were one-time hookups. Those don't count!"

"Then what do you call this? How many times did I hook up with Taylor? One time!!!" I shook my index finger in her face. And then frustrated, I took two steps away. "Don't you get it? You don't OWN me, Mel. We-" I waved my hands back and forth between us. "-don't get to tell each other who we can and cannot fuck."

The pretty blonde's eyes went wide and her jaw clenched as she got right up in my face. "Get this. You fuck Taylor one more time and you're never touching me AGAIN." And with that, she gave me a healthy shove to the chest. "You got that?" she raged.

"Melody..." I sagged. I didn't want to give Melody up but the thought of being with my goddess again was just too enticing. "Be reasonable..."

"You're such a fucking MAN," she spat. "Words or not, titles or not, didn't you think I was special? I thought I meant more to you than just that." She paused and started pacing away fro me. "FUCK, Jeff! We've been fucking for six months! I've swallowed your cum more times than I can remember! Doesn't that count for something? You can't just screw me every other day for six months and think it's not going to MEAN something!"

I sighed. "Isn't this EXACTLY what we didn't want? All the hassles and expectations and obligations of a relationship?"

At her wit's end, Melody moaned and turned away from me, her back bending like a willow in the wind. She clamped her hands onto her head and spun around, finally staggering over to the couch and sitting down heavily. Half of the tension in the room evaporated as she sat down.

I took a deep breath, calming myself as blissful silence reigned for just a brief while. When I felt like I could speak without yelling, I went to her. "Mel... What's going on? I never thought you'd react like this." 

She wore a haunted expression I'd only seen once before: the morning after we'd spent the night together. It was a look of desire and fear and utter confusion all at the same time. "I don't know. I wasn't expecting to feel like this. We were good. We were friends. We had our benefits. I guess... I guess I just got used to having you all to myself."

"I don't belong to you, Mel," I said softly, laying my hand on hers and ever alert in case she tried to hit me again.

"Don't you?" she asked, her voice cracking.

I sighed. "I'm not supposed to."

"I know," she sniffled again. "But I can't help how I feel. I'm fucking jealous of her."

"Why? You didn't seem to have a problem when Mary down in accounting was flirting with me last week. And after that kid in the mail room, you flat out told me you wouldn't begrudge me a hookup of my own."

"But you never DID. In six months, I was your only one. And then Miss fucking- gorgeous-supermodel had to go and show up. You think I don't see the big fucking poster of her in your bedroom? And that gorgeous sketch? Why do you think I wanted you to sketch ME so badly? You made me look so incredibly beautiful! That PROVED something, didn't it?"

"YES! Alright, dammit. YES! I care about you! You are a dear friend to me, Mel, and like it or not, what we have shared together has changed us!" My emotions burst out. "I want to see you happy, but Melody..." I hung my head and sighed. "Do you want to start dating? Do you want to be my girlfriend? Do you want that kind of commitment?" 

"NO!" Melody cried. "I just want things to be the way they always were..."

"Meaning what? We're just fuck-buddies with no ownership of each other? You can do what you want and I can do whoever I want and we can just come together for a good time every once in a while?"

"NO! I want...!" She started shaking. "I want... I want my freedom but I want you to only be mine! Okay! There! I said it!"

I exhaled loudly, my shoulders sagging as I finally came to a realization. If we couldn't make a commitment to each other, mutually, and if we couldn't continue the way things were with freedom on both sides, then Melody and I were just a disaster waiting to happen. If she really just wanted to have her cake and eat it to, I would only end up resenting her for it. "I'm not your beck and call, Mel," I said coldly but quietly.

She didn't answer. Instead, she just stared at some point away from me and trembled.

I sighed and pinched my forehead, feeling a massive migraine coming on. "Maybe it's best that we stop now. Mel, I can't give you what you want, and I don't want to hurt you. It was great while it lasted, but-"

"FUCK YOU!" Before I could react, Melody had slapped me again, my jaw still sore from the last times she'd smacked me. The pretty blonde before me choked, her eyes trembling. She looked stricken, as if I had just run over her beloved cat or something. The tears tumbled forth, and this time, she got up, grabbed her jacket, and fled out my door, sobbing the entire way.

I gripped the coffee table beneath me and hung my head. This was baaaad.

***

*TUESDAY*

The next day, Melody never came to her desk.

She didn't call in sick or send me a text message. She simply didn't show up. I figured she was mad at me or otherwise unable to face me in the office. So I got my own coffee and went to work; there was simply too much to do. Besides, this was for Taylor, and there was no way I could disappoint Taylor.

But by lunchtime, I started to worry. I called Melody's cell, just to make sure she wasn't dead in an alley somewhere, but after a few rings the call went to her voicemail. Mildly starting to panic as my brain dreamt up further worst-case scenarios, I called Erica, one of Melody's best friends and another admin with the firm.

Erica quickly reassured me. "She's here, Jeff. Just... well, it's complicated. Sit tight, okay? But she's alright and she's in the building. I'm sure she'll be talking to you later this afternoon."

And so I relaxed. I wanted to puzzle over Melody's little mystery, but Jonathan Kwong wanted stables on the property, something about how Cassandra Cooper always loved horses, and I had to make the new building.

I actually left for lunch since I didn't have an admin to pick up a sandwich for me. And I had just returned and was settling back into my work when a hollow knock sounded off by the door.

I looked up and Sheldon was walking into my office, followed by both Melody and Erica.

The balding man stood up to his full height and glared down at me. "Jeffrey, I'll get to the point. I don't pretend to know EVERYTHING that's going on but I understand that you and Melody are having... well... a relationship that is inappropriate for your positions." Sheldon's diction was clipped and formal, and from his posture he seemed to be speaking on behalf of the company's laws, and not from his own personal opinion.

I waited for the inevitable bad news, something perhaps along the lines of "You're fired." But fortunately it didn't turn out that way.

"As such, it is the board's decision that the two of you be separated from your current working relationship. Neither of you will be disciplined, and should you choose to pursue this relationship, you will be able to do so without violating any further rules governing interpersonal behavior." He arched an eyebrow at me with a little grin. "Please keep your frolicking OUTSIDE of the building."

I realized then that Sheldon was under the impression I was going to start dating Melody. She was standing behind and to the right of him, nodding in agreement with everything he said. Just what had Melody told him?

"Now, obviously the Kwong project is an extremely high priority to the firm, and we can't leave you without a replacement admin. I assume you already know Erica?"

Yeah, I just had a beer with her last night at O'Brien's. "Uh, yes we are acquainted, sir."

"Splendid! Erica is being assigned as your new admin, effective immediately."

I glanced over at the pleasant-looking brunette. Erica shrugged, the look in her eyes clearly saying 'I don't know any more about this than you do.' I figured it was just a coincidence that out of all the other admins in the firm, they were pairing me with someone I knew.

Sheldon continued. "Also, Melody will not be assigned new responsibilities until we are sure that the handover is running smoothly. She will be training Erica until you deem it no longer necessary, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, that's that. Carry on." Sheldon spun on his heel and left.

I looked back and forth between the pretty blonde and the more comely brunette. Melody turned and smiled at her friend. "Wow, this was unexpected, but quite cool. This is a good move for you, Erica. This project is VERY high-profile."

"What am I getting myself into?" the brunette asked.

"Don't worry, I'll train you on EVERYTHING. Piece of cake." Melody looked over the both of us. "Everything will be EXACTLY the same as when I was running things."

"One thing will certainly be different," Erica declared.

"What's that?"

Erica turned and smiled at me. "Jeff, I will NEVER give you a blowjob in this office." She grinned and Melody blushed.

I just raised an eyebrow, a smart-assed remark already on my lips. "What about outside this office?"

Erica rolled her eyes. "You really want to go down the sexual harassment road?"

Instantly, I was defensive. "Hey! You started it!"

Erica smiled and waved me off. "It certainly will be interesting. Anyways, I'm going to head back to my cube. I've got to start packing." And with that, my new admin left the room.

This left Melody and me together and alone for the first time since last night's implosion. I let my amused grin disappear as I looked at her intensely. "Mel, what's going on? You told Sheldon we're dating?"

She pinched her lips together and shrugged. "I can't help how I feel, Jeffie. And I thought about it a lot last night... about us. Don't you see? This is how it has to be. We can't be employer/admin anymore. I can't just fetch your coffee or sandwich and take orders from you. Not after last night."

"So... what, that whole thing with Sheldon was just a ruse to get yourself reassigned away from me? You don't really want to start dating?"

"It's... it's complicated." Melody looked at the floor, clearly looking like she'd rather be anywhere but in my office at that moment. She sniffled just once and then composed herself. "I'd better start clearing out my desk."

With a little frown, the pretty blonde turned away and went to the door. She stopped just before grabbing the handle and said, "Look. We'll talk later, alright?"

And before I could say anything else, she left the room.

***

The feminine ass in my hands was absolutely perfect. The hips flared prettily around perfectly-shaped tight globes. The skin was milky white and unblemished save for the red blush where my hand had been spanking her.

"God, Taylor, you are so fucking hot..." I groaned as my cock pistoned in and out of her body. I could stare at this sight all day.

"I know..." she answered confidently, then moaned once again. "Spank me again..."

Immediately, I let fly with my left hand, leaving a faint red imprint on her buttcheek that quickly disappeared. I absolutely adored that this gorgeous supermodel would let me spank her. It was kind of a fetish of mine. There was no heat in my slaps, but the jarring sensation certainly spurred Taylor on even further. We were back in her guest bedroom, just the two of us this time, and as I felt her wondrous pussy walls clasping at my naked rod, I felt like I was in heaven.

It had been 1pm when Taylor called my cell phone and demanded I come over to their apartment and fuck her. I'd thought her fiancé was back in town, but she assured me he was in LA for business.

I'd barely gotten any work done the whole day. I was lost in my thoughts, staring through the plate glass to watch Melody as she puttered around showing Erica where everything was. Had we made the right decision to cut things off? Should I have probed to find the real depths of her feelings for me? Should I have pressed her harder for a relationship? Did I even WANT a relationship with her anymore?

Taylor's call had been like a burst of cold wind that blew aside all the clutter in my mind. The thick haze in my brain cleared out and all that was left was the burning desire for my raven-haired goddess, rooted deep inside me from the time I was fifteen. Between my flaming lust and Taylor's husky pleas, I readily agreed to meet her.




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 02



Melody and Erica were poring over something on the computer. I simply strode past them, curtly informing the two admins that I was going out for a couple of hours and would be back late in the afternoon. Then it was a short cab ride to Kwong's apartment building.

Upon arrival, Edward simply took my jacket and then escorted me directly to the guest room. Two minutes after that, Taylor strode in wearing nothing but a silk teddy and a skimpy thong.

A few minutes after that, Taylor was moaning, "Spank me again..."

With my hands gripping her hips and my cock rhythmically plunging in and out of her juicy snatch, Taylor rapidly climbed up to orgasm, shrieking loud enough that I swore I could heard her scream echoing down the hallway. And when she came down from her high, she slowly stopped and I sat back on my heels, resting for a moment and ducking my head down to take a taste of her feminine juices. I reveled in the power trip as my goddess wriggled her sensitive clit on my tongue.

"Ooh, you're almost as good at that as Charlotte..." Taylor giggled, craning her head around and flashing her eyes at me.

"I can't help it. You taste so delicious." I moved back and kissed the globes of her asscheeks. "Mm... and you have a PERFECT ass..." I rubbed it lovingly.

"Do you wanna fuck it?" Taylor grinned.

"Hm?" I sat up.

"Fuck my ass, Jeffrey. Sink your big, fat cock up my little asshole. I want to feel your spunk swimming around in my bowels."

"Holy shit!" I gasped, my eyes wide in disbelief. My goddess, my dream, was asking me to bugger her ass.

She wriggled the object of my desire in my direction and then pointed to the nightstand with her left hand. "There should be a bottle of lube in the drawer."

I'd been backing away from my orgasm after Taylor's climax, and my cock had softened slightly while I was licking her. But now I was back at full mast and my hard dick wobbled in the air as I clambered over to the nightstand. I fondly remembered the blindfold and handcuffs in there, but rooted around until I retrieved the lube. Sitting back up, I poured a healthy dollop into my hands and started rubbing them for warmth.

"Don't baby me, Jeffrey. Oil yourself up and then just shove the nozzle into my ass and squeeze. I can't wait any longer to feel your dick up my tight asshole!"

I was dizzy again. I don't think anyone's mind is set up to be blown this many times. Taylor was absofrigginlutely the sexiest, naughtiest, most seductive vixen in the frikkin' universe. I did as she said, coating myself and then squirting a few globs of lube directly through her anus.

She wriggled her hips at me again as I settled into position, nudging my mushroom head forward and gasping when it popped through her sphincter more easily than I'd expected. Taylor then backed herself up, impaling me to the hilt up her rear entrance. "Fuuuuuck!" she growled.

I just breathed shallow breaths, trying to absorb every little sensation, for certainly this would be the last time I would ever feel something like this again.

Still on her knees, Taylor ground her ass against me, carving my rod inside her bowels as she panted lustfully. And then she sat up straight, her back arching to me as she reached around, grabbed both my hands, and planted my palms on her round tits.

I still had some lube on my palms, and she directed me to begin rubbing her. My fingers took over from there, instinctively squeezing and massaging her mammaries while she began to buck her ass back at my dick.

We were almost vertical, kneeling on the bed with Taylor between my thighs as we humped each other. I used her slickened tits as handholds to guide Taylor's gyrations, experimenting to find every possible angle with my dick up her ass.

Taylor's mouth gaped open the whole time as she whimpered and panted constantly, her eyelids fluttering as she soaked up the pleasurable pain while I split her asshole wide open. And I was just enjoying the ride.

Taylor's ass was so tight, so hot, and I felt like I was melting in a sauna from the heat. I had no concept of control, and I already felt my orgasm boiling in my balls.

"Oh, Taylor! Oh, Taylor!" I groaned.

"Fuck me, fuck my ass. Cornhole the hell out of me, Jeffrey!"

"Taylor! Taylor!" I whimpered just before the bubbling explosion inside of me let loose.

"Cum! Cum in my ass!" She cried.

And then I detonated. Volley after volley of jism flew out of me, blasting away into Taylor's rectum while she continually wriggled her butt in my crotch. I felt the blissful relief settling into my brain after the third shot and then I felt her internal squeeze as Taylor found a release of her own.

Like a locomotive coming to a halt, we pulsed in unison, bouncing up and down but moving slower and slower and slower until my butt hit the bed and we stopped, my cock still embedded up Taylor's backdoor.

My muscles relaxed and my head lolled forward onto Taylor's shoulder, and she simply clutched my palms to her big tits as we both panted for oxygen. Then Taylor laughed, "Thanks for coming... and for cumming..."

"My pleasure," I answered her honestly.

***

The residue from her scented shampoo gave off a wonderful fragrance. The feel of her body molded to mine, as if there were a trillion points of skin-to-skin contact between us, was absolutely incredible. Our simple embrace felt almost as pleasurable as my greatest orgasm. She smelled so good and I never wanted to let her go; but when Taylor released her grip behind my back, I knew I had to.

Still, I didn't let her completely out of my grasp. I just leaned back and looked into her royal blue eyes. "Taylor, why are you doing this? With me?"

"What, fucking? Because it feels good. Why? Do you want to stop or something?"

"No, no!" I said hurriedly. "But... where is this going?"

"Jeffrey..." she reached her hand up and rubbed my cheek. "This isn't going anywhere. I thought you knew that. I love Johnny."

I sighed. "I... I do, I do." My mind went back over something Melody had said. "But... we can't just keep screwing forever without it meaning *something*."

"It won't be forever, Jeffrey. Things will be very different once I'm married. Maybe we can still continue, maybe not. But let's not think about that right now, okay? Just enjoy it for what it is."

"Right, right."

She leaned in and kissed me softly. It was a tender kiss, more affectionate that passionate. And before she pulled away she gave me a firm hug. "You're a great guy, Jeffrey. I've already found the one for me, but you'll make some pretty young thing very happy one day."

Taylor's eyes clicked to the side rapidly and for a second, it was like a lightbulb went off in her head. She quickly looked right back at me with an excited expression on her face.

"What?" I was just a little nervous at the eager look in Taylor's eyes.

"Nothing... architect... I just can't believe I didn't think of it before."

"Huh?"

"Oh, you'll see..."

***

-- KAITLYN --

"Hi, Taylor!" I gushed into the phone. "Are you getting lonely without John? Do you need me to come cheer you up?"

"No, no, kitten," Taylor laughed. "I'm doing just fine."

"Hmph, no fair," I pouted. "*Some* people don't have pretty personal assistants to keep them company when John goes away on business. I'm going CRAZY around here." For the umpteenth time I wished Lindsay hadn't moved away.

"Actually, that's why I'm calling," Taylor said in a sultry voice. "There's a... a friend of mine I think you should meet."

"Friend?" I heard the catch in Taylor's voice. "How intimately do you know this friend?"

Taylor started laughing again. "Well... how can I put this delicately... he just creamed a gallon of spunk up my ass twenty minutes ago."

"THAT'S 'delicately'?" I giggled. "Well if *you're* already using him, then why are you calling me?"

"Well for one, I can't keep him. And two, I think you and he might have something in common. I can certainly vouch for his bedroom prowess. Some girl has taught him well."

"In common?" My mind flickered back as I pondered what she could mean by that. "Wait, is he the design architect you were asking John permission to seduce?"

"That's the one."

"Is he cute?" The last guy Taylor tried to push in my direction was built like a Mack Truck but had the face of a Mack Truck as well.

"Cute enough, I think." Taylor's voice was a little wishy-washy on that point. "Seems more of a brain than brawn, honestly. But think of it this way, kitten. Even if you don't want to screw him, he'll probably have some architectural connections. Couldn't hurt for your career, Miss I-wanna-design-skyscrapers."

"I've got classes tomorrow. How about the day after?"

"I'll call you."

***

-- JEFFREY --

"You take a shower or something?" Erica asked as I walked back into the office. My hair was indeed still damp after my quick shower at Taylor's place.

"Something like that," I shrugged and then went into my office.

"Oh, you're back," Melody stood up from my desk. She motioned to the computer. "I was just looking for the guest house file."

"No need to explain," I waved her off. It was no problem. Nothing could be a problem. After one of the greatest orgasms of my life, there were few things in this world that could ruin my mood.

Melody stood up straight and folded her arms across her chest. In a stern, lecturing voice, she said, "Jeffrey, where were you?"

I stopped dead in my tracks. THAT was one of them.

I sighed. "That's really none of your business, now is it?"

I saw the flare of anger rise up in Melody's eyes, and she tightened her arms around her torso while grinding her teeth. But she tamped down on her anger and sighed. "Fine, fine. I don't own you. I can guess anyways. Look, we need to talk. Alright? I'm not going to give you some righteously hurt speech. We just need to talk, okay?"

Last night we'd fought over my supposed infidelity to a non-exclusive relationship and Melody subsequently walked out. Today, Melody had went and gotten herself reassigned by Sheldon so that we would no longer be working together. But she and I had never sat down and resolved where we would go from now on. She was right, we needed to talk.

I sighed and checked my watch. Then I looked over to Melody, who was standing tensely with her toes kind of pinched together. I was expecting her to be angry that I'd gone to visit Taylor, but instead she just looked nervous as hell, a rare thing for a girl of her perky friendliness and beauty. "Let's do dinner. How about that? We'll find a nice restaurant, we'll chat, and go from there."

"Great! Thanks, Jeffie." Melody visibly relaxed. "Oh, and the three of us should sit down tomorrow morning to go over your contact list, okay? Erica will need to know how to prioritize your incoming messages."

I relaxed at the innocent comment about doing work tomorrow. At least Melody wasn't planning to murder me tonight. "Sure."

***

The maitre'd led us to our table. I was tempted to pull out Melody's chair for her, but I tamped down on that chivalrous impulse. It wouldn't do me any good to lead her on any further. I knew what had to be done. We needed to stop sleeping together. We needed to just be friends now, without even those "benefits".

Once we were seated, the pretty blonde reached out and put her hands on top of mine. "Do you realize that this is our first date?"

I arched an eyebrow. "This is a date?"

"Fancy dinner, just the two of us, having a conversation about relationships."

"Can't be. We've gone out to dinner lots of times."

Melody blushed. "Always in a group or just some noisy diner. This is the first time we've been alone in a decent restaurant together."

I visibly sagged in my chair. "Mel, I don't want you to get any ideas. You know where I stand. I can't just be your beck and call."

"I know. That's why I feel like I can talk you into this."

"Into what?"

"Dating me."

I was confused. I sat up straight, leaning forward. "Excuse me?"

Our waiter chose that moment to arrive. Melody released my hands and sat up straight. The waiter took our drink orders and then disappeared.

Melody put an elbow on the table and leaned her head into her palm. She looked unbearably cute and she let her tongue run out along her lower lip. "Do you wanna keep fucking me?"

My eyebrows went up. "Well..."

"I do," she interrupted. "You're right, it's not fair for me to think of you as my beck and call, even though that's pretty much how you've been for these past six months."

"No I haven't," I protested.

"Jeff, any time I wanted to get laid I called and you came. That's a beck and call."

"Well..." I fidgeted. "But we still had no limitations on each other. You could have flings on the side and I could, too."

"But you didn't. In six months you never had a single fling on the side. I guess I got used to it. And when you finally did hook up with Taylor, I guess I just wasn't prepared." She reached out and squeezed both my hands in her own. "Jeff, I'm sorry for the way I reacted. I realize how unfair it was for me to want my own freedom and demand that you be faithful to me at the same time."

I nodded. "Apology accepted."

"Good. So that brings us back to the question: what do we do now?" Melody smiled warmly.

"Mel, I don't want to hurt you, but I'm not sure anymore if I want to take things to the next level with you. Besides, I don't really have TIME for a relationship. My last relationship imploded because I spent all my time working, and this Kwong project doesn't exactly help that situation."

"Who said anything about a relationship? Dating is just... dating. I don't want the complications either. At least, I definitely don't want the living-together-see-each- other-every-night kind of relationship. But Jeffie, I... I'm not in love with you, but you're a great guy."

"Okay..." I wasn't following just yet.

"I've done a lot of thinking. We're friends. We're good-looking. We like sex. Okay. But... and here's my proposal... I want to start dating. Nothing serious. In fact, it shouldn't be much different than what we've already been doing for six months, except now we won't have to hide it."

Just then, the waiter returned with our drinks. My mind was whirling trying to keep up, and I grabbed my vodka tonic and took a healthy swig. We paused our conversation a minute to order, and once we were alone once again I fixed Melody with an intense look and arched an eyebrow. "Explain."

She picked up right where we'd left off. "We keep having sex. Only now we don't have to hide our affection from co-workers. We keep hanging out with our friends at O'Brien's. And afterwards, instead of just screwing our brains out and then going home, maybe we can go for a walk and get to know each other. Maybe I'll stay the night and wake up in your arms. But not every day. And if you've got to focus on your work, I promise I won't try to hold you back."

Melody rubbed her foot against my leg beneath the table. "Of course, whenever I get that little itch... I'm hoping you can make the time for me..." She grinned and ran her tongue across her lower lip.

I chuckled and felt an involuntary twinge at my crotch. "You know that goes both ways, Mel," I said hesitantly, thinking of all the times I was horny and she just 'wasn't in the mood.'

She flicked her eyes down. "I know. And I know I've kind of been a controlling bitch about it, only taking the time out of MY life whenever convenient for me. After that abusive excuse of a boyfriend, I was afraid to let go of any control. Now I'm not saying that I can get in the mood as easily as you do, but... well... we'll work it out."

She sighed and started running her fingertips over the back of my hand, rubbing my knuckles. "I guess I never really thought I'd lose you, Jeffie. You were like a reliable pet, always there for me. I took you for granted. I'm sorry. It wasn't till I almost lost you that I realized how good I had it."

"And what about commitment?" I asked softly. "What you're proposing IS some form of commitment."

Melody visibly flinched. She had gotten used to her freedom and she was loathe to relinquish it. Her last boyfriend had simply been the domineering-type and I'd heard more than one bitch session from her complaining about it.

She took a deep breath and looked at me cautiously. "I don't want you to try and control me, Jeff."

"I'm not looking to. This isn't a relationship. We're just... dating, right? But I do think we need some ground rules. Are we going to be exclusive?"

"I..." Melody grimaced and looked away for a second. "Okay, it's not fair for me to ask you to be exclusive if I don't want to be. So no. Really, I want this to be as much the same way we were, only out in the open. We're fuck-buddies with some dates and I'm open to seeing where we go. But for now... I..."

Melody bowed her head. "Damn, I'm going to sound like such a slut." She picked her head up and her light brown eyes glistened. "I might want more than just your dick. You know, on the side, keep things interesting. We're just dating, we're not married or anything. Let's be realistic, we're making a relationship based on sex here."

"Fair enough," I shrugged. "I'm not going to try and demand more from you than you want. But you realize that openness has to be mutual."

"I do." She nodded.

"Even Taylor?"

Melody smirked. "I'm not worried about Taylor anymore. I've thought about that one."

That brought me up short. Melody had already slapped me at least three times for sleeping with Taylor.

"I'll be honest. I was scared to death I would lose you to her. But she's just a dream, Jeffie. You've built this person in your head for the past decade, based on your imagination. Taylor's a real-live human being. She's not going to be exactly what you expect. And besides, she's engaged to a good-looking, wealthy industrialist. She's not going to leave him for you. So you'll have your fling and when she cuts you off, I'll still be around." Melody said it with such sweetness and warmth that it took me a moment to realize how depressing the thought was.

I still wasn't sure on the best course of action. All the cards were on the table, and everything SEEMED to make sense. But a warning in the back of my head screamed that this had disaster written all over it. We both were making promises that our emotions might not be able to fulfill. Not get jealous? Not get clingy? Like Melody said, we can't control how we feel.

But it was worth a shot. I'd gotten comfortable with Melody and she was dead- right about one thing: you can't sleep with someone for six months straight and NOT form some kind of emotional attachment. I still wanted to be with Melody. And my body definitely still wanted to keep fucking her. I turned my palm over and beckoned her to slide her hand into mine. "Okay. I'm willing to try."

"Great!" Melody bubbled. "Now where's our food? I'm hungry and I'm horny."

***

Melody had her ankles wrapped around my foot by the time our entrees were served. The touch was flirty and it was familiar, and I grinned as we played footsie.

After the food was taken away and we were sipping wine and waiting for the check, Melody slipped her hand into mine mid-conversation. I was feeling pleasantly buzzed and comfortable, and made no move to remove her hand. I liked the touch of her fingers entwined with mine, and she barely let go of me until we got back to my apartment.

Once we got inside, I don't think there was a moment where some part of our bodies *wasn't* touching. Her hands were on my chest as I pulled my shirt away. Our lips were attached as we disrobed below the waist. And after pinning me onto my back across my bed, we were soon pressed even closer together as my shaft ascended upwards into Melody's welcoming pussy.




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 02



As her fingers interlaced through mine, our arms guiding our rhythmic thrusting motions, I felt a surprising warmth spread through my body. We weren't just fucking. This wasn't just a booty call. It was something more than that.

I didn't get the same adrenaline rush like when I was banging Taylor, but my lovemaking with Melody right now was far from disappointing. We had always had good sex, else we wouldn't have kept it up for six months. But now the good sex was infused with a tenderness we'd only briefly touched after I'd drawn that sketch of Melody.

My hands were on Mel's hips. But rather than just use them as handholds to ram her down around my cock, I found myself stroking and caressing. I let my fingertips run along her spine and glide along her arms, and I delighted in hearing her little whimpers of pleasure.

Melody leaned forward, rubbing her tits against my chest, and she kissed my cheek softly. "I didn't dream it could be this good," she whispered into my ear even while her rolling hips maintained their metronomic rhythm.

I had to agree. The rush I was getting from actually making love to Melody, not just fucking her, felt REALLY good.

And when I finally released, erupting scalding hot blasts into Melody's pussy, I wasn't just fulfilling the naughty fantasy of sperming my secretary. I was sharing my intimacy with a woman I was very, very fond of.

***

Her laugh was musical and filled with delight. Her angelic face, wide-eyed and innocent, was the picture of happiness as she rolled back and I tumbled after her. Her blonde hair bounced around her face as we continued to play together, our naked skin rubbing up against each other.

And then her electric green eyes captured my attention and held it. She opened her mouth and the sound of a million birds singing came out. It was then that I knew I was dreaming... of her... again...

What was going on? Just when things were starting to develop with Melody, why was I dreaming of her? I didn't even know her. And since I knew it was a dream...

Blinking, my eyes opened to the darkness. Focus... Jeff. She's just a dream girl. Melody is flesh and blood and here beside you.

I spun in the bed, spooning myself back up to Melody and letting my arm circle over her torso to wrap around her waist.

Focus... Melody...

Just before I fell back asleep, SHE... Kaitlyn... flashed into mind.

***

*WEDNESDAY*

I was awake before my eyelids opened. I could see the haze of light filtering in through the translucent flesh, and after taking a deep breath, I finally opened up to see the sun's luminescence peeking through my window shades.

There was soft blonde hair on the pillow before me, and as the warm itchiness of feeling started filling my limbs, I realized I was cuddling a warm naked body in my arms. And ohhh... it felt so good just to be able to hold her.

Melody smelled good, and her tight naked ass was wedged over my morning wood. My left arm circled her shoulders and my right hand had been cupping her firm breast in my sleep.

Once Melody realized I was awake, she gave her butt a wiggle against my erection. Then she turned in my grasp, spinning to face me. "Morning," she said happily.

"Morning," I answered groggily. Melody. Melody. I repeated the name. Focus. "Mmm..." I sighed happily and wrapped her up more tightly in my arms.

Melody giggled, "C'mon, Jeffie. Lemme go."

"No," I moaned. "I just want to hold you a little longer."

Melody rolled her eyes. "You and cuddling..." She let me hold her for all of five more seconds before she started struggling again. "C'mon, I've got a better idea."

"What?" I finally released her from my arms.

Without another word, Melody slinked down beneath the covers until her head was over my crotch. I felt her warm hand wrapping around the throbbing meat, and then she swallowed half my length into her mouth.

Melody was right. This was a VERY good idea.

***

*THURSDAY*

"Jeff, Taylor on Line 1," Erica's voice came through the speakerphone.

Erica herself looked at me through the plate glass wall separating my office from her desk. I simply nodded and picked up the headset, hooking it over my ear. Erica immediately turned back to her own monitor.

"Hi, Taylor," I said casually, half-dreaming about another quickie at her 5th Avenue apartment.

"Morning, Jeffrey! Why weren't you picking up your cell phone?"

I looked down at my belt and rolled my eyes. "Sorry. I turned it off for a meeting this morning and forgot to turn it back on."

"Don't worry. How are you?" Taylor's voice was pure honey.

"I'm good, I'm good. And the design is right on schedule. Once the draftsmen have it out, we should be able to break ground by next week."

"Now Jeffrey, I told you. When I ask 'how are you' I'm asking about YOU, not the work."

I smiled and leaned back in my chair. "I'm doing great. What's up?"

"Well, a girlfriend and I were shopping in the area, and I thought it might be nice to meet for lunch! There's this GREAT little café just around the corner from your office."

"Hmm... Geno's?"

"That's the one! How'd you know?"

My mind flashed back to the first scoops on Taylor's and Jonathan's new relationship. "Lucky guess. And what about after lunch?" The note in my voice made my intentions clear. I wanted to know if Taylor wanted a booty call. Despite the new developments with Melody, I still hungered for the gorgeous supermodel. And besides, Mel had given her express permission, Taylor especially, even beyond the 'open relationship' agreement.

"We'll see..." Her voice was smokily mysterious. "Twenty minutes?"

"I'll be there."

***

I entered into the little café and glanced around to see if Taylor had beaten me there. She had. She was sitting at a corner window, gesturing expressively as she chatted with a blonde woman who had her back to me. I'd almost forgotten she mentioned that she was shopping with a girlfriend.

The morning sun reflected off the towering grey buildings around us, casting pale light through the windows and illuminating Taylor's face in a white glow, as if she were in a cosmetics commercial. It also lit up her blue eyes, making them stand out as sparkles on her Venusian face. And as I approached, her eyes swiveled up to catch mine while a pleased smile spread across her face.

I smiled right back, enraptured by the goddess before me as I approached their table. I could stare at her face for eternity. "Have you been waiting long?" I asked.

"No. We just sat down," Taylor answered, but already I wasn't listening.

When I'd reached the table, the blonde woman turned to look up at me and my spine went rigid so suddenly I actually jerked in astonishment. I knew who she was. The blonde was completely familiar to me, and my jaw dropped in abject surprise at seeing her. Could it really be?

She was perfect. Her face was an exquisite work of art. Her fine blonde hair shone in the afternoon light. And most especially, her vermillion green eyes would have lit up the room on their own.

Her worldly New York chic attire would have fit right in on any runway and she had a wondrous youthful energy. And as I looked upon her surpassing beauty, lightning bolts practically fried my spine to a crisp. And now as I was able to simply stand and gaze upon her, I knew why I'd been obsessing about seeing her again for weeks. She was simply THAT stunning and she was permanently imprinted on my mind.

Taylor cleared her throat and leaned forward, actually poking my rigid body in the side. "What?"

Staring at the blonde, without thought I blurted, "Before, I hadn't thought there was a woman on Earth who could rival Taylor's beauty." I blinked several times. "I was wrong."

The blonde blushed a pretty pink and glanced down for a moment before looking back up and focusing right in on my eyes. "That's quite the compliment," she said, her voice light and airy and seductively sweet.

Just now realizing that I'd been staring quite obviously, I blinked several times rapidly and then started to loosen my shoulders. "Uh, I'm sorry. I don't usually stare like that. I'm actually quite used to seeing pretty women."

"I'll say," Taylor complained. "You didn't lock up like that seeing me for the first time." She wrinkled her nose and gave me a mock-angry glare before breaking into a smile.

Now I blushed and looked down. Actually, I nearly had. But I wasn't going to mention that.

Taylor gestured with her hands. "Jeffrey, this is my friend-"

"Kaitlyn," I interrupted, still gazing rapturously at the gorgeous young woman.

Taylor looked surprised. "Right... Have you two met before?"

Kaitlyn's smile was dazzling. She gave off a glow that would have lit up the whole café even if all the lights were off. "Just once..."

I inhaled sharply. There was no WAY she could have remembered.

"In the smoothie shop off Broadway. Maybe a month ago?" She grinned seeing the stunned expression on my face. "You were staring at me then the same way as you are now."

Steeling my spine and taking a deep breath to recover what dignity I had left, I reached my hand down in greetings.

"Pleased to meet you, Jeffrey," she said casually as she took my hand.

"'Jeff', please. I'm just Jeff. Only my bosses... and Taylor... use the full name."

"Jeff it is." The gorgeous blonde shook my hand in return and then gestured to the empty seat beside her. There was already a place setting for me, while Taylor had already spread out on her side of the table.

"Hmph," Taylor pouted. "I get this brilliant idea to set you two up and I find out you've already met."

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a meeting," I blushed. "We never even spoke. I only got her name because the smoothie guy called it out."

Kaitlyn was smiling as she evaluated me. "You were so cute and staring at me with such adoration. Normally, that kind of thing is kind of pathetic. But there was something about you..."

I blushed again, but before I could come up with a response, a waiter came by. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Cosmopolitan," Taylor tossed off.

"For lunch?" I asked.

"What? It's not like I'm working." She smiled.

"Me, too," Kaitlyn added to the waiter.

"Now you shouldn't be drinking young lady," Taylor admonished.

"Pssht. Like I've never had a Cosmo before."

Taylor looked up at the waiter and told him, "Check her I.D."

Kaitlyn huffed at her friend and then dourly said to the waiter. "Iced Tea."

"Just a Sprite," I nodded to the waiter, who then left to get our orders.

"That was mean," the blonde growled.

"Just trying to keep you out of trouble, sweetie. You're only 19. You've got lots of time to get crazy later on."

Kaitlyn, for just a moment, pouted like a whiny teenager before she took a deep breath and re-composed herself, once again appearing to be a worldly New York socialite years older than her actual age.

I felt the beginnings of an awkward silence and started conversationally, "So? How do you and Taylor know each other?"

Kaitlyn smiled at the memory and glanced over at her friend. "Well, I was John's downstairs neighbor when he moved into the apartment on 5th Avenue." Kaitlyn left it at that, but from the way she blushed, I assumed there was much more to the story that she wasn't letting on.

"And you're the designer who's doing Taylor's new place in Montauk?" she queried, seeming to already know the answer.

I nodded and Kaitlyn leaned towards me with new interest. "What's it like?" she asked. "Being in the design world. Figuring out all the angles and dreaming up the perfect landscape. Creating something grand out of nothing."

I smiled and sat back in my chair and grinned. Kaitlyn's choice of words instantly I was reminded of why I went into architecture. I loved the creativity. I loved the minute details. I loved the total control. It made me feel a little like a god. And when I created something grand...?

I looked up at Taylor with a twinkle in my eye and said dramatically, "It's better than sex."

Taylor grinned back at me, knowing just how much we liked sex. And then I turned back to Kaitlyn.

The blonde had her own twinkle in her eye, and she panted softly as if she'd just had an orgasm. "Yeah..."

Taylor explained. "Kaitlyn wants to be an architect. It's what made me think of you two."

The beautiful blonde now had my full attention. "Really?" I asked her.

Kaitlyn blushed and nodded.

Taylor put in. "She's studying at Columbia. She got a late start, but she'll be graduating in a couple years."

"Really?" I was impressed.

Kaitlyn nodded again. "Taylor talked me into it. You could say that meeting John and Taylor changed my life." Her focus drifted away again as nostalgia took her for a minute. But then she smiled and her gaze zeroed in on mine again. "So tell me, what's it really like being an architect?"

I grinned. My favorite subject.

***

-- KAITLYN --

It was HIM. Taylor's design architect, the guy she'd been screwing when John had to leave on business, was HIM. And he had that Look.

My insides melted and I felt my panties getting wet just from that look. It was a look of utter rapture, as if I were the only thing in the universe.

He was so adorable when he nervously blurted, "Before, I hadn't thought there was a woman on Earth who could rival Taylor's beauty." He blinked rapidly. "I was wrong."

I felt the warmth of blush in my cheeks and I glanced down for a moment in embarrassment before looking back up and focusing right on his eyes, so soft and yet intense. "That's quite the compliment," I managed to say.

I felt it then. I felt it inside me. I WANTED this man. It was a feeling I'd never really experienced before.

There had been guys I wanted to screw before: cute boys in school, handsome and wealthy men in town. There had been guys I wanted to seduce. I wanted John for his money and because I saw how good an orgasm he could give Cassandra. But that whole love at first sight thing? I wanted to think it was possible, but never really believed.

This may not have been love. But for the first time in my life, I WANTED someone. I didn't just want his body. I'd certainly known better-looking or better- built guys. I wanted HIM. I wanted this man who could make me wet just by looking at me.

He was something special. He wouldn't disappoint me. I could see it in his eyes.

The three of us settled down, ordered, and struck up a conversation. I could barely keep my eyes off of him the whole time.

I felt the crackle of electricity between us and for a moment I could feel that we were on the same wavelength. We both wanted the same things. We'd both been going through life having our flings on the side and enjoying the people we were with without ever really settling down. We hadn't found THE ONE.

It would be nice to settle down and have a relationship, but something had always held us back. I was young and now that I'd outgrown the whole seduce- rich-man-and-become-trophy-wife plan, I was focused on my studies and wanted to get my degree. I wanted to be an independent and strong-willed woman like Taylor.

And Jeff certainly looked rather young to be lead designer for a project like John and Taylor's estate in Montauk. Maybe he'd been too focused on his career to find love. And when he talked about architecture, there was a passion in Jeff's voice that I found incredibly sexy.

I asked more questions and he eagerly leapt into his answers. I found my neck was starting to strain from all the nodding in agreement I was doing.

More than once, I caught Taylor glancing back and forth between the two of us with a silly grin on her face. I knew she was quite pleased with herself seeing Jeff and I getting along.

Now if only I could think of a good excuse to get rid of Taylor and find out if her statements about Jeff's bedroom prowess were really true.

***

-- JEFFREY --

"Now you PROMISE you'll let me see the blueprints?" Kaitlyn pointed both hands straight down in front of her hips, pulling her knees together and rolling her shoulders while pouting. The effect was devastatingly seductive and from the sparkle in her emerald eyes, she knew exactly what she was doing.

"Of course. Stop by the office any time and I'd be happy to show you our progress, under one condition: you can't tell Taylor ANYTHING. Deal?"

"Deal." Excitedly, Kaitlyn stepped forward and hugged me. We were standing on the sidewalk outside of Geno's, a full two hours after we'd gone in. I'd been very comfortable chatting with Taylor and Kaitlyn, and now I felt a little thrill shoot through me as Kaitlyn hugged me. I felt like a schoolboy with a crush. And since she was just a couple of inches shorter than me, I let myself breathe in the sweet scent of her hair just under my nose.

"Spoilsport," Taylor complained in reference to the blueprints.

"You'll see them eventually, Taylor," I nodded. And then Kaitlyn backed away from my grasp. Taylor stepped forward to take her place, the taller, dark-haired woman hugging me with a little more familiarity.

I asked, "Will I be seeing you soon?"

Taylor leaned back and shook her head. "Probably not. Johnny's back in town, so I'm good."

Taylor glanced at Kaitlyn, who just raised her eyebrows knowingly and smiled. The blonde clearly knew about me and the gorgeous brunette.

Taylor shrugged. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked me.

"Mind what?"

Taylor grinned and glanced over at her friend again before slinking back up to me, placing her hand on my chest. "Being my living dildo."

I chuckled, feeling relief that my fantasy notions of settling down and marrying Taylor were no longer in the back of my mind. "Of course I don't mind. We have fun, don't we?"

"Yeah..." Taylor leaned in and kissed me, more than a short peck but less than a French liplock.

When we broke, I saw Kaitlyn putting her cell phone away and then a black Towncar was pulling up to the curb. Taylor smiled to me. "Besides, isn't she so pretty?"

I followed Taylor's gaze and stared at the beautiful blonde. "Yeah..."

Kaitlyn looked up at me just before she stepped into the car. "Be seeing you," she waved. Taylor then left to get in the car as well.

I waved and then turned around, heading back for my office. But before I got out of earshot, I heard Kaitlyn's sweet voice on the wind asking "Is he really that good?"

And then the limo door shut, blocking out any further comments. As I strode down the sidewalk, I allowed myself a little grin.

***

A hollow knock sounded from the direction of my office door. Internally, I groaned in annoyance. Ever since returning from lunch with Taylor and Kaitlyn, I hadn't been able to focus. My workload was piling up and every time I tried to clear my head I started daydreaming about Kaitlyn.

By now, it was already almost 5pm, I was in the middle of a very complicated redesign of the grand foyer, and I'd told Erica that I did not want to be disturbed. I HAD to catch up.

Now I'd always been able to count on Melody to follow my instructions unless it was an emergency. With the knocking at my door, I swore it had better be an emergency or I'd need to have a chat with my new admin about the definition of "Do not disturb".

I looked up and immediately rolled my eyes. Melody was still standing on the other side of the glass. She had the hopeful little smile of a girl who just wanted my attention. Cute or not, this did NOT qualify as an emergency.

Sighing, I waved her in. Melody turned and said something to Erica, who smiled and nodded, and then the perky bottle-blonde girl stepped in. "Hi, Jeffie."

"I'm busy," I growled and then pointedly looked back to my screen. "I gave Erica the 'Do not disturb' order. You remember that one, right?"

"Too busy for your girlfriend? Don't I get some special priority?" Melody sashayed over and sat on my desk, her hip right next to my keyboard.




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 02



I glared at her leg. "You're in my way."

Melody bopped me on the back of my head, then got up and slid out of the way. "What good is this dating thing if I don't get special rank? I was hoping we could grab dinner together."

"We went out last night, Mel," I pointed out with mild exasperation. "And the night before. Three nights in a row would be more than just occasional dating. (A) I thought you didn't want the see-each-other-every-day kind of relationship. And (B) what happened to 'no obligations'? I'm not your beck and call, remember?"

"Fine, fine." Melody waved me off and started for the door.

Pinching my forehead, I realized I was sounding like an inconsiderate jerk. She had just about reached it when I sighed and called, "Wait."

Melody quickly spun back to face me, arching an eyebrow in annoyance. A part of me wanted to just cave, shut down my computer, and go grab some food with her. Mel and I really did get along quite well (as long as she was getting her way), and the thought of spending time with her WAS a good one. She was always pleasant company and our evening was certain to end up in bed.

"Mel, it would really be nice to grab dinner with you. But I can't. I'm working on a really important design element and I just don't want to leave until it's finished. Okay? It's just my work. It's who I am, remember?"

She pursed her lips together and nodded. "I understand. It's okay." Her words were accepting, but I saw the light dim in her eyes. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"Fine. Tomorrow after work. It's a date." I waved her off and as I looked to my monitor, my mind was already settling back into design mode. And with typical male tunnel vision, once I was locked in, I was oblivious to the rest of the world. But Melody brought me back up with her parting comment.

"Richie Solomon has been hitting on me for weeks. Maybe I'll just see how good his hardware really is." And then with a smirk, Melody was gone.

***

*FRIDAY*

The next day, I was standing at a urinal in the men's room at my office. I was doing my thing when the door opened and a male voice started chuckling. "Woo- hoo!"

I turned my head to see Richie Solomon, an I.T. Manager, settling over the urinal next to me. "Wow, Lee. I gotta hand it to you. Your girlfriend is quite the hellcat."

My stream dribbled out and I started zipping up. "Wait, what?" I started giving him the stinkeye.

He looked over and saw my look and he almost stopped mid-stream. "Oh, hey, hey..." Solomon held up his off-hand in a 'stop' gesture. "She said you were cool with it. Open relationship. I had one shot and that was it."

I forced myself to remember my agreements with Melody. We didn't own each other. And in a way, it was my fault. She'd wanted to go out last night and I was too busy. "Naw, it's cool. She DID tell me."

"Good, good. I'm not usually one to go messing with another man's business. Hell, I didn't even know Melody was yours until she told me. And I gotta admit, I'm fucking jealous of you, man. That girl is WILD."

By now, I'd moved to the sink and was washing my hands. I worked the paper towel dispenser and started drying off..

"Whew, I wouldn't mind another chance," he kept talking as he finished up. "I mean, she told me one time and that was it. But if you were cool with it, you think she'd let me-"

"You know, Solomon," I interrupted. "Melody can do her thing and that's her deal. But you know, I REALLY don't want to hear about it. Okay?"

He shut up. "Sure, man."

I left the bathroom.

***

It took me ten minutes to put visions of Melody with that greasy prick out of my head. The only good thing about them was that it stopped me from daydreaming about Kaitlyn again. Then I was able to bury myself in the latest design revisions and like usual, once I got into focus everything was better.

I was just finishing up the backyard pavilion when Erica's voice came through the speakerphone. "Jeff, you have a visitor."

I looked up through the glass wall and immediately my heart started racing. Kaitlyn was standing next to Erica's desk, rows of pearly white teeth beaming at me. She was dressed stylishly with a chic blouse and short skirt to show off her tanned legs. An amber pair of oversized sunglasses were pushed up onto her head, helping to hold back her light blonde hair tied up by a clip. And as her green eyes sparkled in the afternoon light, her youthful exuberance hit me even on the other side of the wall.

I hit the button on my phone. "Send her in." And then I got up to greet my guest.

"This is a surprise," I exclaimed as Kaitlyn walked through the door.

"I TOLD you I was coming," Kaitlyn laughed and then stepped forward to give me a chaste hug and a peck on the cheek. Just yesterday I'd had lunch with her and Taylor. I'd known the girl for barely more than 24 hours, but I didn't mind the coy affection.

When she pulled away she pouted prettily and said, "Now I believe I was promised blueprints on John and Taylor's place."

"Yes, you were." Thinking quickly, I tugged on a drawer and blindly grabbed a stack of papers, as many as I could hold with one hand. With a heavy thump, I dropped them onto my desk. "Now, if you'll just sign the various confidentiality agreements, have them notarized and reviewed by your lawyer, in about three weeks you can come back and we'll-"

I was interrupted when Kaitlyn pushed my shoulder. "Jerk."

I started chuckling. Kaitlyn had taken on a stricken expression when I started in on my bureaucratic ramble, but her sharp eyes scanned the top sheet of paper, which clearly wasn't non-disclosure related, and she'd realized I was pulling her chain.

"Seriously, I probably shouldn't be showing you these. But somehow I don't think Taylor is going to sue me over it."

"Not likely." Kaitlyn followed as I crossed the room to the small conference table in my room. I went to a wide file drawer and started pulling out some of the finished blueprints. I figured I would start with the main house.

I first showed her the isometric view, a 3-D model placed into a rough outline of the landscape. Basically, it was how the house would look if a person were standing on the driveway leading up to the estate. You could see the entire front profile of the house, from courtyard fountain to circular driveway to the main entrance. The sloping roofline curved with the landscape and rolling hills. One of the draftsmen had added theoretical trees and shrubbery.

Kaitlyn seemed suitably impressed, but I didn't really pique her interest until I switched to the architectural blueprints of the main floor. Almost immediately, she planted her hands on the table and bent over to get a closer look.

Kaitlyn had been standing opposite of me while I unfurled each print. And when she bent down, my eyes naturally gravitated to the neckline of her blouse, which drooped noticeably and gave me an easy view straight down to the creamy swells of her large breasts, hanging pendulously downward while suspended in a lacey red bra.

My heartbeat, which had began to slow down as I got used to her presence in the room, picked back up a few BPM. Twice, I tried to look away. What was I? A high school teenager? But inexorably, I found my gaze drawn back.

Kaitlyn glanced up at me, and if she noticed my staring she didn't comment. I had to blink twice before I realized she was looking at me, and then she smiled and asked, "How are you pulling off this beam over the foyer? That CAN'T be safe."

I shrugged. "Computer models show we can do it safely. It's my job to dream. It's the civil engineer's job to make sure it works."

We chatted back and forth for the next few minutes, Kaitlyn rapid-firing questions at me that proved her architectural knowledge. To look at her, you'd think she was just another New York spoiled socialite: youth, beauty, expensive jewelry, trendy fashion style. But her quick eyes belied her intelligence and she spoke with a confidence and maturity I wouldn't have expected.

There was a lot more to this girl than just a pretty face and a smokin' body.

Kaitlyn took one last glance across the print and then stood up straight. "What else have you got?"

I grinned and turned back to the file drawer.

***

A couple of hours later, Kaitlyn was reclining back into my wing chair with a silly grin on her face. "Time sure flies when you're having fun."

I smirked. "There aren't many people in the world who find blueprints to be 'fun'."

"That just makes the two of us unique," Kaitlyn sighed and slunk deeper into her chair. She'd kicked her legs up onto my desk, and I couldn't help but let my eyes run along her supple musculature every now and again. She didn't seem to mind, even going so far as to cross her ankles and flex her legs for me while grinning salaciously.

"You know," I began, "You're a sharp cookie. If you want, I'm positive I could get you an internship here. Then after you graduate, you'll almost be guaranteed a job."

"Really?" She sat up and put her elbows on my desk, leaning forward eagerly.

"Certainly. Although, with your connections to Jonathan Kwong, you could probably get any job you wanted already."

"Maybe," she said thoughtfully. "But he's already done so much for me. I'd like to think I could still be successful without his help. Getting a job somewhere without his influence would make me feel more confident in my own abilities."

"Say no more. I'll look into it tomorrow."

"Thanks," she smiled. "Really, thanks..." Kaitlyn giggled then, and her face turned from youthful exuberance to sultry in a heartbeat. "Aww, if *only* there were someway I could repay you."

My heartbeat fluttered again for a moment as illicit thoughts ran through my head. "Well... I'm sure you'll find a way."

We both went silent for a moment, just eyeing each other hungrily. And then Kaitlyn sat up quickly. "You got plans tonight?"

"Nothing I can think of," I answered honestly, with a trace of hope in my voice.

"You sure? It's a Friday."

I smiled. "I'm open to your suggestion."

"Come on. Let's grab a bite to eat." Kaitlyn stood and held out her hand.

Automatically, I grabbed my keys and walked around the desk while she pulled her purse over one shoulder. Then I slipped my hand into hers and let the beautiful young blonde lead me out of my office.

Erica looked up in surprise as I headed past her. "I'm leaving for the day," I said while she checked the clock. It wasn't yet 4:30pm.

Once we got in the elevator, Kaitlyn leaned in and wrapped her hands around my arm. "You like sushi?"

"Sure thing."

"I know JUST the place."

***

"Come on. No offense, but my family's probably a lot more loaded than yours."

"No, no," I put my hand out, keeping Kaitlyn at bay while I held the check back with my other hand. "I may not be a Jonathan Kwong, but I do alright for myself."

"I'm supposed to be thanking you."

"You KNOW you don't need to. Besides, I haven't actually got you an internship or anything just yet."

"Hmph," Kaitlyn huffed. "At least let me split it with you."

"A gentleman would never consider such a thing."

Kaitlyn smirked and eyed me up and down. "And *you're* a gentleman?" She capped her query by leaning forward and proudly showing me her cleavage, which instantly drew my eyes downwards.

I licked my lips. "Do you really want me to be?"

She giggled. "No. I think I want a naughty pervert tonight!"

"Really?" I leaned across the table and Kaitlyn leaned in as well. She was six years younger than me, but right now we were just two consenting adults feeling the pleasant buzz of hot sake and the fuzzy warmth of mutual attraction.

"I can be naughty..." I growled as I leaned further towards her.

"Mmm... so naughty..." Kaitlyn hummed and then closed the gap between us, bringing our lips together in a fierce, but brief, kiss. When I first met her at the café, lightning bolts had gone up and down my spine. The same crackle shot through me again. Thunderbolt City.

When she pulled away, Kaitlyn panted and gazed at me through heavy-lidded eyes. "My parents are in the Bahamas for the weekend."

"What are we waiting for?"

Twenty minutes later, I found myself back at Taylor's apartment building on 5th Avenue. Only this time, the elevator stopped one floor short of the top. Kaitlyn's tongue was shoved so far down my throat that I couldn't move, and ten seconds after the final ding, the heavy doors started to close back up.

At the last moment, I managed to shove a foot into the gap, triggering the doors to retract. And then with my arms firmly wrapped around Kaitlyn's waist, I half- carried her into the hallway.

A minute after that, we shut the door to Kaitlyn's bedroom and she sat me down on a bench at the foot of her bed, holding up one finger to silence me while she took two steps back.

Reaching up, she released the hair clip first, tossing her head to let her fine blonde hair roll out with perfect waves and a bit of a curl at the tips. Next, she slowly opened the buttons of her blouse, getting down to the tails and then pulling each half to the side to show off her toned tummy and that lacey red bra I'd briefly been glimpsing all day.

She was actually thinner than I'd realized, making her look even taller than she was. If she'd actually been my height or taller, she could have given Taylor a run for her money in the modeling world.

With a teasing grin, the beautiful young blonde brought her hands up to the front clasp of her bra, and then with a gleeful smile, she pulled her hands away and waved them in front of me, leaving her bra untouched and causing a groan of disappointment to emerge from my throat.

"Just kidding," she teased and then deftly unhooked the enclosure, freeing her big tits to my naked view. Sitting high and firm on the 19-year-old's chest, the round orbs were simply amazing. But just when I started to memorize how they looked, Kaitlyn turned her back to me.

"Aww..." I moaned. But then she bent over at the waist, dropping her skirt to her ankles, and I no longer had anything to complain about. Kaitlyn wore a matching red lace panty set, of which the cloth only covered the upper hemispheres of her buttcheeks, and outlined in great detail that which it did cover.

My mouth started to water as I was seized with a sudden impulse to nibble on the firm flesh of her ass, so wonderfully rounded with a shallow cleft like the sweetest peach. There wasn't an ounce of excess fat on that tight ass.

Kaitlyn giggled and I looked down to see her smirking at me upside-down from between her knees. She then spun around and stood up, still wearing her panties as she approached the bench and then knelt before me.

"Take your shirt off," she commanded.

My hands immediately went to my own button-down, and Kaitlyn busied herself opening the clasp to my pants and then dragging both them and my shorts down to my ankles.

My cock was hard, dark, and throbbing with urgency. Kaitlyn's vermillion eyes went wide as she wrapped both hands around the shaft. "Niiice cock, Jeff."

"Thanks," I grunted and then whipped my undershirt over my head, leaving me naked from the knees up.

No more words were spoken as Kaitlyn simply bent over and took the first few inches into her mouth, gently squeezing her lips around the crown and suckling softly while both her hands began to jack along the length of my shaft.

Kaitlyn knew exactly which nerves to touch. My dick lurched in her mouth, twitching like a live animal with a mind and instinct of its own, and she knew exactly how to manipulate it. When my skin tightened up, she relaxed her grip. When my hips automatically bucked forward, she changed the angle of her mouth. When I groaned happily, her hot mouth suckled around my sensitive skin. And everywhere her tongue simply DANCED.

It was the best blowjob of my life.

It only got even better when Kaitlyn popped me out of her mouth and lay the length of my cock into the valley of her lush cleavage. Then she took both hands and began to massage her own breasts around my shaft, squeezing her tits together to form a tunnel of pillowy flesh while she began to lift and lower her chest around me.

"Like that, Jeff?"

I grunted, "Oh, yeah."

"I'll bet you love it, Jeff. Feel my big boobs squeezing around your cock. Mm, I love it when a guy is long enough that I can wrap my lips around your head while he's fucking my tits. Don't you love it? I'm not old enough to legally drink but I'm plenty old enough to fuck your brains out.

"Yes! Yes! I love it!" I moaned, teetering on the edge of eruption.

Kaitlyn suddenly pulled me free of her breasts and then bent down. And like a talented sword swallower, my shaft hurtled through her throat all the way down until her mouth was pressed tightly to my scrotum. I'd never had a girl deep- throat me in one thrust like that. And when her tongue extended out to begin lapping at my balls, I completely lost control.

My eyes rolled up into my head and I made a sickly choking noise. Before I realized it, Kaitlyn had my head back in her mouth, just in time to catch the first volley of hot jism that burst forth and exploded against her tongue.

"Mmph," she moaned as her lips formed an airtight seal around my shaft, and she was jacking me with both hands again, coaxing out shot after shot of sperm to continually splatter inside her sucking mouth.

When sanity returned, I realized my hands were on Kaitlyn's shoulders, my grip much harder than I would have wanted. Quickly, I let go and saw the darker red against her skin where my fingers had been pressing. Inwardly, I groaned. Those would probably bruise in an hour or so. But Kaitlyn didn't seem to mind as her mouth was still working at my twitching rod in her mouth.

Eventually, she popped off with a wet smack of air and panted happily. "Mm, that was a *good* cum."

"Good lord that was aMAZing!" I exclaimed. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I had great teachers," Kaitlyn giggled.

"Let me return the favor?" I asked.

She smiled happily and stood up. This time, she dropped her red panties to the floor, showing me a smooth, bald beaver already glistening with her excitement. With a gleeful cheer, Kaitlyn vaulted herself onto the bed, laying back and spreading her legs in invitation while her hands went to massaging her own tits and tweaking her own nipples.

I managed to free my ankles from my pants, and now we were both completely naked. And with a confident grin, I moved into position laying down between Kaitlyn's spread thighs. I knew my hands were dextrous and precise, a necessity for any true artist. And my tongue was pretty coordinated as well. Kaitlyn had just shown me the absolute best. I owed her nothing less.

With the same determined focus I brought to a work of architectural beauty, I concentrated on reading Kaitlyn's body while I set to my tasks. My tongue quickly discerned the appropriate angles for attacking her protruding nub of a clit and my fingers went spelunking to explore the inner chambers of Kaitlyn's magnificent temple of pleasure.

Every building has a center, a key point from which all good things take their cue. By the third try, I found Kaitlyn's pleasure center, and once my finger started scraping against that G-spot again and again, her thighs quickly wrapped around my head as she shrieked in absolute ecstasy.

"Fuuuuuck!" the teen blonde screamed. "Oh, Jeff! Oh, oh! Fucking EAT ME!"

I was only too happy to oblige.

And as my fingers explored further, I found that her asshole was MUCH more than just decorational. When my tongue plunged deep through the front entrance and I popped my index finger to the hilt through the back, her hips bucked at me, lifting my chest off the bed as her second climax was even harder than her first.

And when her butt settled back down onto the comforter, Kaitlyn panted deliriously. "Fuck me, Jeff! Fuck me!"




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 02



My cock was ready once again, and so was I. Quickly, I slid up Kaitlyn's body while she lifted her legs and spread them to the sides, pulling her knees back with her own hands as she opened herself before me.

My own hands reached out and gripped her thighs as I settled into position and aimed my hips in the right direction. Repeated orgasms had opened Kaitlyn's pussy lips and her copious juices lubricated the way. And while squeezing her legs, I thrust forward to embed my cock into her deliciously tight tunnel.

"OHHH! YES!" the ecstatic blonde cried as I buried myself to the hilt, and then her legs scissored behind my neck as she began to buck herself up to meet my thrusts.

Everything about this girl was incredible. Her kiss was a thunderbolt of excitement. Her face was sculpted perfection. Her body was to die for. And she fucked with overwhelming energy. Every muscle of Kaitlyn's body was in motion. Her legs were flexing to undulate her body in a constant fucking rhythm. Her arms braced against the bed until the only parts of her body still on the mattress were her shoulders and the back of her head.

I held Kaitlyn's rock-hard ass in my hands, guiding her back and forth on my shaft as her upper body twisted and turned and jiggled enticingly. I was in heaven.

Kaitlyn's eyes flared neon green. "Mmm, don't you love my tight teenage pussy? Pound that tight pussy, Jeff. Make me yours. Harder. Harder!"

I could feel the burn in my forearms as I was doing my damndest to fulfill her wishes. Our pelvic bones were clapping together with audible slapping on each thrust, and I knew that my hips would be bruised by morning.

I continued to try and read her signals, and when my hands tightened on her she squealed louder and wriggled even more. When I reached forward and pinched a nipple, Kaitlyn practically went ballistic. "Fuck me! Harder! Jeff! Hurt me!"

My eyes popped open, and then she said it again.

"Hurt me!"

With a burst of adrenaline, I seized one leg from off my shoulder and used it as a lever to flip Kaitlyn's light body over onto her stomach. She fell to the mattress with a thud and I quickly yanked her legs back open for me. And with my muscles flexing, I put all my strength into manuevering her into a doggy position before I cruelly impaled her pussy on my dick once again.

"Yes! Fuck me!"

My eyes went wide and without thinking, I reached my hand back and SPANKED her... *hard*.

"YES! AGAIN!"

I let fly with another spank on the same cheek, as hard as I could do it.

"YES! Fuck me! Hurt me! Rape me!"

A switch was thrown somewhere inside me, and the animal was turned loose. He came out every once in a while, whispering perverted thoughts into my ear when I was drunk and at a barl. His was the voice urging me on whenever Melody got in one of her naughty moods. His was the urge fueling my desire to take whatever sex I could get from whatever hot babes I could find and give them nothing in return.

He was all my baser instincts.

And he was the one in charge now.

With a raging fury, I gripped Kaitlyn's hips in my hands, squeezing so tightly she moaned in pain and tried to wriggle free, though I wouldn't let her. I began ramming her backside so hard and so fast that I threatened to hyperventilate from the exertion. My cock was a steel rod, penetrating and carving and roughly driving into Kaitlyn's spasming pussy over and over and over again.

"AAAAGH!" she screamed louder than anything, and mid-thrust I felt the inner clamping of her muscles as she tightened up and came.

And still I kept machine-fucking her.

When her orgasm subsided, Kaitlyn's legs gave out and she collapsed face-first onto the mattress. I no longer had a good angle and with regret, I let her fall off of my cock. But I wasn't done with her yet. My anal session with Taylor had put a nasty thought into my head.

'DO IT' the voice inside my head urged. 'TAKE IT.'

I blinked and then my right thumb was embedded into Kaitlyn's asshole, and she whimpered and moaned as I began tugging the inner walls of her anus to the side. I blinked again and then my left thumb had joined my right, tugging the other direction.

And with an animalistic roar, I brutally shoved my cock through Kaitlyn's anus and into her rectum.

"FUUUCK!" she shrieked. And then she was moaning in rapturous wonder as I began to saw back and forth out of her sphincter.

"Fuck my ass! Take my ass! Violate me! Rape me!"

I was doing my best. They say you can't rape the willing, but this was still the roughest sex I'd ever had. With my hands holding her asscheeks wide, I forced myself in and out, giving Kaitlyn the reaming of her life.

She was screaming constantly and blubbering her ecstatic moans. Over and over again I lunged with my hips, my cock burning against her sensitive anal chute, lubricated only by her own orgasmic fluids coated on my rod. "Fuck me!" she cried again.

I found myself angered by her ability to speak. And in a blind moment of rage, I reached forward and wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing even as my cock continued to pound its way through the young girl's asshole.

"Ack-" Kaitlyn managed to croak before I cut off her air supply, and then her eyes bugged out as she turned her head to the side. Despite my previous rough handling of her body, for the first time she actually looked afraid. And then before I could react, her eyes rolled up in her head and she gaped her mouth open in a silent scream as her body went completely rigid, locking up entirely.

In a panic, I let go of her neck, only now letting my conscience pop up and warn me that I was truly hurting her. But even with her body rigid, I felt the clamping of her anal muscles so tightly around my cock. And with her windpipe no longer being crushed, Kaitlyn howled like a banshee, the sound tearing its way out of her throat as she climaxed powerfully, her whole body jerking just once backwards.

The sudden motion lifted her torso up as her back arched, and it thrust her ass back around my cock to the hilt. All the pressure around my sensitive shaft and the rippling of her internal muscles set me off as well, and then I was geysering a torrent of jism deep into the darkest recesses of Kaitlyn's bowels.

I hunched over, barely supporting myself on my arms as I felt each twitch of cum burst out of me and dribble deeper into the teen blonde's rectum. My eyes fluttered on the brink of unconsciousness as inky blackness creeped into my vision. I was dizzy and light-headed and I very nearly collapsed, but I managed to ride out the sensations and then blinking slowly, I got my bearings and stilled my wobbly form.

As my vision cleared, I realized that Kaitlyn was out cold. Her body was limp beneath me and only the slow rise and fall of her torso told me she was still breathing. My cock was still embedded in Kaitlyn's tight asshole, and after licking my lips while my body fully awoke, I did a push-up and slowly pulled my dick free of her tight chute.

That simple motion robbed me of the rest of my energy, and with the last of my strength, I managed to flop onto my back and let the dark of unconsciousness take me.

***

*SATURDAY*

I awoke in a strange room, on a strange bed. A shot of adrenaline went through me and I jerked upwards, trying to get my bearings. I looked beside me on the bed, and then it all came back to me.

Kaitlyn was face-down, sleeping peacefully with her head turned towards me. Her perfectly-formed face looked positively angelic on the white linens with her golden hair piling around her. As I'd sat up, the sheets had been tugged lower, exposing a wide expanse of Kaitlyn's naked back, clearly showing the curve of her muscles and shoulder blades.

A buzzing sound then caught my attention. I realized it was the same noise that had woken me up. Trying to move as softly as possible, I scrambled over the foot of the bed and realized the noise was coming from my pants.

The buzzing stopped before I could get there, but eventually I fished out my cell phone and flipped it open to see that I had five missed calls. The phone had been on vibrate, and in my rapturous attention to Kaitlyn last night, I must have not noticed a single incoming call.

They were all from Melody, including the call I'd just missed.

I sat there pondering that. Five calls. Was there something I was missing? Was Melody hurt? Or did she still feel like she owned me and simply got indignant when I didn't immediately leap to give her attention when she called?

I was interrupted from my ruminations when a warm hand settled onto my hip. I turned to see that Kaitlyn was awake and turned to her side. Her left hand was touching me and she'd instinctively pulled the sheets up to cover her nakedness.

"Morning," I said warmly.

***

-- KAITLYN --

"Morning," Jeff said warmly.

"Morning," I answered as I blinked away the cobwebs.

He leaned back across the bed to me and gently kissed my forehead. I felt a flutter pass through my body as he did that. The butterflies kicked up in my stomach as well and I reveled in the sensations I'd never felt before. I was falling in love.

How could I not when he was looking at me that way? I saw it in his eyes. He loved me, loved ME, even if he didn't know it yet.

Automatically, he scooted forward until his arms wrapped around my body and held me close to him. He cocooned me in his grasp, squeezing gently and I felt a rush of pleasure running through my limbs. I giggled at the idea that he was actually cuddling with me, the way I always saw John do with Taylor but never with me. And that thought surprised me for a moment. Could it really be? Could he be the one? And what if he wasn't?

I frowned briefly, and with worry on his face, he asked softly, "How are you feeling?"

"Mm... sore..." I winced and then smiled. I felt like Jeff had fucked the shit out of me. And the pleasurable pain was oh, so heavenly. "But in a good way."

There was honest concern in his eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry."

I shook my head slowly. "Don't be. That was some of the greatest sex of my life." My hand went to my neck, feeling where he'd squeezed my throat last night. I felt a shudder pass through me at the memory of him strangling me. "It was scary... but that was an INCREDIBLE orgasm... You were even better than Taylor promised," I crooned and then smiled. I couldn't help it. The corners of my lips refused to come down from my cheeks.

I rolled onto my back and then elevated myself up onto my elbows, the sheets sliding down. I pretended not to notice that the fabric slipped off my chest, revealing my bounteous bosom to his gaze. Jeff gulped appreciatively.

"Mm... got time for another?" I asked, fluttering my eyelashes rapidly and letting the sizzle into my gaze upon him. "I told you. My parents are out of town all weekend."

"Well, I think I can be persuaded to go another round," Jeff said as he began crawling over my body.

I giggled and then we came together for a soft kiss, me moaning into his mouth erotically as I jerked the sheet away to leave nothing between our naked bodies.

"Cum in my tight little pussy this time," I growled. I felt myself getting even wetter at the thought. With John refusing to risk impregnating me, even though I was on the pill, I salivated at the thought of Jeff's sperm swimming around inside my womb.

"Whatever you desire," he drawled before turning his lips to my neck while his right hand came up to play with a round boob.

I shuddered in arousal. He really meant it. Whatever I desired, he would do for me. It felt absolutely incredible that someone could feel that way about me. John cared about me, but not like that. Taylor cared about me, but not like that. But Jeff felt EVERYTHING for me. He would really do anything I wanted.

"In that case..." I husked as I stretched my arms back to the headboard and came up with a shiny pair of fur-lined handcuffs. I felt my face burn with heat as a little grin crossed my face. "Hurt me..."

***

-- JEFFREY --

I was in the cab riding home when I finally flipped my phone on and held the speed-dial to Melody. Annoyed by her clinginess or not, I owed her at least a return phone call.

"WHERE ARE YOU?" The phone had only rung twice before it picked up and Melody's anguished wail was loud enough to make my jerk away from the phone.

"Huh?"

"I called and called! I thought you were dead! Where are you?" Melody's voice was still quite shrill.

"I'm- I'm in a cab going home!" Was Melody really worried about my well-being?

"Okay..." There was a long pause as I could hear Melody breathing to compose herself. Then her next question came loud enough to make me jerk away from the speaker once again. "WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU LAST NIGHT?"

"Whoa! Whoa!"

"You promised to have dinner with me!"

I had? And then my mind flashed back... 'Fine. Tomorrow after work. It's a date.' SHIT. I HAD. "Oh, Mel. Ohmigod, I'm sorry. I completely forgot."

"Who was she?"

"Huh?"

"Erica said you left the office with this gorgeous blonde teenager or something. Who the FUCK was she?"

"Mel-"

"WHO???"

"Calm down! Jeez. She was just a friend of Taylor's. She's an architecture student."

"Did you fuck her?"

"Mel..."

"ARRGGGHHHH!!!!" Her scream was so loud I had to hold the cell phone away again, and this time even the cab driver winced.

When she finally stopped screaming I put the cell phone back to my ear and quietly asked, "Mel?"

"You know, what, Jeff? Fuck you." Her voice was cold. "No, better yet, NOT fuck you. I'm never touching you again you piece of shit slimeball. What's the point of dating if you're just going to sleep around with whoever the fuck you want whenever the fuck you want?"

I rolled my eyes. "Richie Solomon."

That brought her up short. "What?"

"Richie Solomon," I stated firmly. "Did you or did you not fuck him Thursday night?"

"Well, well-" she spluttered.

"That was the deal, Mel: you can do your thing; I can do mine, right?"

"You shot me down! I wanted to go out with you, have sex with you, but NO, you were too busy! I wouldn't have laid a finger on that greasy man if you would have just come out with me! And when I DID have a date with you, you blew me off for some dumb blonde teenager!"

"Look, I was wrong. What do you want from me?"

"Nothing! Don't ever talk to me again! We're done! Broken up! Whatever! Fuck off and die!"

*click*

***

God damn that woman! After dropping my keys, wallet, and cell phone onto the nighstand, I simply stretched my arms wide and then let myself fall heavily onto my bed.

For six months, Melody had me eating out of the palm of her hand. For six months, I was her beck and call. True, she had to work around my crazy hours in the office, and as a red-blooded man, I had no reason to complain about hot sex with no strings attached.

But still, Melody could have stepped up our relationship really whenever she wanted. I would have been willing to work it out. But she made clear that we were just fuck-buddies, not even dates.

And then the instant another woman showed up in my life, Melody got all jealous and started slapping me around. It's okay for HER to go have one-night stands but it's not okay for me? How the hell was THAT fair?

Melody could be sweet when she wanted to. We had the capacity for tenderness and when things were going well between us, they went REALLY well. But then again, it's always easy to have a relationship when everything's going well. The hard part is sticking through the rough patches. And Melody's typical response to a rough patch was to hit me and then blame it all on me.

She wanted to break up? Fine. I'd already been thinking we should stop just fucking around, and now was as good a time as any. Melody didn't work for me anymore and after she calmed down, we'd figure out a way to avoid pissing each other off.

Still... it would have been nice to have some hope of romance in my future. I was still dedicated to my career... but the idea of living forever alone was not appealing. Sex was nice, but part of what made it so good for me was that little hope beyond all hope that Melody and I might someday work out. She was right about one thing, you can't bang somebody for six months and not have it mean SOMETHING.

I didn't have that hope with Taylor. She really was just a fantasy woman; and I'd lived that fantasy. The real Taylor was just using me for sex (not that I terribly minded), but her heart belonged to Jonathan Kwong. She would tire of me soon and that would be the end of that.

But Kaitlyn on the other hand... A wide smile spread across my face as I thought of the stunningly beautiful young blonde. Was she just a one-night stand? Could she be something more? I realized then that I knew almost nothing about her.

Okay, she'd just turned nineteen and she was an Architecture student at Columbia. She was the neighbor and friend of Jonathan and Taylor, and she was incredibly kinky in bed... but that was really it. Did she have a boyfriend I didn't know about? Was she just screwing me for the hell of it on Taylor's recommendation?

There was... something... about Kaitlyn. The mere sight of her had sent lightning up and down my spine. Her intelligence, and especially her architectural savvy, intrigued the hell out of me. And her raw sexuality triggered some animal instinct deep inside me that both thrilled and scared me at the same time.

Kaitlyn simply had an incredible effect on me. Just being in her presence had made me forget I'd scheduled a date with Melody, and now that she was in my mind, I couldn't imagine stopping my thoughts about her.

And hoping beyond hope, could she possibly be thinking of me right now?

*Bah Bah BAP!* My cell phone erupted in a riot of noise. The pop song sounded much better as a full track, but at least I recognized the ring tone. And for a brief moment, my heart leaped up as I imagined that Kaitlyn might be calling me.

A couple of days ago, I never would have thought I might feel disappointed to see Taylor's name flashing on the caller I.D. But... well, I was.

I hit the answer button and said, "Hey, Taylor."

"Mm... Jeffrey... I hear you and my little friend Kaitlyn had a good time last night."

"Ahem, well," I stumbled for a moment. "I'll let the lady speak for herself. I'm not one to brag."

"Oh, but she's been bragging about you... She's been absolutely effervescent with thanks to me for introducing you two."

"Really?" I couldn't help but let the glee show through in my voice.

"Mm... in fact, she's here right now..." Taylor giggled, and then her laughter was cut off by a low, sensual moan, "Ohhh..."

"Taylor?" I queried in curiosity. What was going on over there?

"Did I ever tell you Kaitlyn and I were more than just friends?"

"Hmm?" I'd known Taylor was bisexual. Hell, I'd had a threesome with her and her personal assistant Charlotte. My heartbeat, already rapid from my daydreaming about Kaitlyn, sped up even more as I added mental visuals to the sounds I was hearing through the phone.

"Well, let me put it bluntly," Taylor panted lightly around her words. "I know in intimate detail just how sweet Kaitlyn's pussy tastes. And this morning, she still had a cum deposit inside for me to suck out of her."

My heart thumped so hard I was surprised it didn't burst out of my chest.

"To be perfectly honest," Taylor continued. "She's tasting MY pussy *right now*, while I'm talking to you..."

"Oh, gawd..." I groaned.

"Now don't go jerking off or anything Jeffrey. Wouldn't want your tasty cum to go to waste. Now if you want to see this up close and in person, live and with full audio, come by the apartment tonight at seven."

"I'll be there."

"I know you will."

***

-- KAITLYN --

"Again!" I gasped as Taylor hung up the phone. I lifted my head away from her bare-shaven crotch and flopped onto my back.




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 02



"Kitten, you've already come three times. And there's no more spunk for me to suck out of you," Taylor purred.

"Get the strap-on! I need cock! Please!" I was delirious with pleasure. Memories of Jeff were still running through my mind and I needed to find release while I was being filled up with something big and hard. "Just a quickie! It'll take less than two minutes! I just need to cum one more time!"

"I've got a better idea." With that, Taylor got up and strode naked out of the bedroom.

"Aww..." I moaned and reached down to diddle my clit, writhing in unfulfilled ecstasy as I twisted the sheets. I wanted it so bad and I started whimpering pitifully, getting depressed at being left alone with nothing but my ravenous desire.

"What have we here?" John's deep voice filled the room and I felt an extra twitch in my hips.

I looked up to see he was fully dressed, although Taylor had his pants around his ankles while her head bobbed back and forth along his growing shaft.

"Please... just a quickie..." I panted and reached for him. "I need... I need..."

Taylor stepped aside and aimed her fiancé towards my glistening wet snatch. I bit my lip in anticipation and then let out a long moan as he penetrated into me. "Ohhh...."

John reached down to my hips and set himself into a fast but steady rhythm. I closed my eyes and felt his throbbing heat inside of me. It felt so good... so deep... And I let my mind drift... to him. I could see Jeff... looking at me in adoration. I could see the love in his eyes. Mentally, I felt myself smiling. And as I was filled with ecstatic bliss, the orgasm I craved rushed up and overtook me.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!" I screamed louder than I'd ever done before. My body locked up as my back arched, thrusting my tits into the air. Lightning bolts... Jeff's lightning bolts... shot through me. And then when it was done I collapsed onto the bed with a satisfied grin on my face.

John, his duty done, pulled out of me. Taylor was wiping him off and tucking him back into his pants, despite his protestations. "Save it for tonight, honey."

"Thank you," I murmured as I went limp. I couldn't wait to see Jeff again.

***

-- JEFFREY --

"Good evening, Mr. Lee."

"Good evening, Edward." I nodded to the distinguished elderly butler. He took my jacket and then asked if I wanted a drink.

Feeling a nervous tremor run through my limbs, I nodded and said, "I hear you make the world's greatest martini."

"Coming right up, sir." And with that, he left me alone in the formal living room.

I sat down on the sofa and checked my watch. I was ten minutes early. Still, I half-expected Taylor to come waltzing in wearing nothing but lingerie. If I was really lucky, Kaitlyn would be with her and similarly attired.

But in the end, no one came save for Edward when he brought me my martini. He paused and waited while I took my first sip. The dangerous concoction was somehow as smooth as flat water and simply melted down my throat without any burn. "Wow, that's quite good," I toasted him.

"Thank you, sir. Now, Miss Brynn told me to escort you to her when you arrived." He held a hand out to indicate the direction.

I swallowed my latest sip and said, "Please, lead on."

With some surprise, we didn't head in the direction of the guest rooms nor the master suite. Instead, Edward led me down a secondary hallway I'd never been down before. Just as we were entering the hallway, I let out a gasp of surprise and stopped dead in my tracks as a half-naked Cassandra Cooper stepped out of what seemed to be her bedroom.

"Evening, Mr. Lee," the statuesque blonde personal assistant to Jonathan Kwong smiled at me, oblivious to the fact that she wore nothing but a blue teddy and matching french cut panties. Her voluminous breasts strained at the pitifully thin fabric, threatening to spill over the top.

"Uh, Miss Cooper," I stammered while my eyes bugged out, trying to view as much mammary flesh as possible. And then she turned and headed down a different hallway, deeper into the apartment.

Blinking rapidly, I saw that Edward was waiting for me by the next doorway. When I came up to him, he merely knocked, cracked the door open, and then walked away, heading back towards the front door from which we came.

With more than a little nervousness, I pushed the door open and looked inside. My jaw hit the floor a split-second later.

Taylor was fully naked saved for black, high-heeled boots and what appeared to be black leather chaps. The heavy leather hung down the front of her legs and was tied around each of them, but the material left her ass completely bare and when she turned to face me, I saw that they were widely cut to expose her naked crotch as well. Her proud tits jutted straight out into the cool air, nipples rock hard. And she smiled at me as she let the riding crop in her right hand come to rest against her shoulder. "You're early..."

"Couldn't wait," I stammered as my eyes took in the rest of the situation. On the bed before Taylor were two exquisite asses. More specifically, Charlotte and Kaitlyn both were buck naked on all fours, their buttcheeks raw and red from the spankings they were receiving. I noticed then that Charlotte was wearing some kind of harness over her head, the straps covering her eyes to blindfold her while another strap retained a bright orange ball gag in her mouth. Her hands were cuffed together at the wrists, although she could still freely move her arms.

Kaitlyn, however, was not restrained and at the sound of my voice she flipped onto her back and licked her lips. "Jeff! Oh, you're here! Come here! C'mere. Please! I need a cock!"

"You've got one," Taylor mused, pointing to the slender vibrator currently buzzing in Kaitlyn's cunt.

Almost violently, Kaitlyn ripped the plastic device out of her and threw it aside, then resumed her urgent hand gestures while I cautiously approached.

"Aww..." Taylor complained. "I do all the work to get her revved up and get no reward for it." She flicked her eyes to a wall clock. "It's only been twenty minutes."

"Clothes. OFF," Kaitlyn growled at me as I finally got within her reach on the bed. I was struck by the strangeness of the situation. I barely knew the girl. She had gone from beautiful stranger I once saw in a smoothie shop to wanton sex goddess writhing in agony and pleading for my dick in the span of two days. I'd come expecting a little conversation and drinking with Kaitlyn and Taylor before retiring to a bedroom. Maybe, if I was really lucky, I hoped to see the two beauties greet me wearing only lingerie before immediately going into a bedroom. Things weren't working out as expected.

But there was no denying the lightning bolts still sparking inside as Kaitlyn's green gaze fixed on me. There was no denying that the mere sight of the blonde teenager had me harder than steel. And I wasn't about to question Kaitlyn's desire to get to the fucking immediately.

While Kaitlyn fiddled with my slacks and I stripped off my shirts, Taylor sighed. "I had this wonderful little scene in my head of me and Kaitlyn in a sixty-nine when you arrived."

The lustful animal in me answered, "You will."

By then, Kaitlyn managed to shove my slacks down to my ankles. I wasn't naked, but it was good enough. She wrapped her legs around my waist and sat up to guide me to her, and then with a squeal of joy she pulled my cock into her dripping wet snatch. "Ohhh.... Fuuuuck..."

And like a junkie who'd FINALLY gotten her fix, she sighed and collapsed unmoving onto the bed, her hips twitching in the aftershocks of her quick orgasm. Meanwhile, I was so turned on by the sight that had greeted me on arrival, I was worried I would pop off rather quickly.

"Mmph," Charlotte moaned from around her ball gag, blindly turning left and right as if to see what was going on.

Taylor lashed out with the riding crop, stinging Charlotte's left buttcheek. "Quiet."

Charlotte moaned again, much more happily and she wriggled her ass as if asking for more.

Taylor checked the time again while I was pumping in and out of Kaitlyn. "Maybe we should just move to the main room," Taylor suggested.

"Not yet," Kaitlyn gasped as humped her hips back at me while I gradually sped up my thrusting. "Gawd I've been craving this all fucking day!"

My control was already slipping away, and when Kaitlyn hefted her own tits in her hands and began tweaking the nipples, I groaned as my body started down the path towards imminent release. Ordinarily, I would have felt some embarrassment at such a short performance. But right now, the tightness of Kaitlyn's wet box coupled with the my mental amazement that I was fucking her brought me so much pleasure that I didn't even care.

"He's almost there," the blonde teen gasped. "And after he fills me, I want to let him see you suck it out of me."

That was all it took, the mere image of Taylor slurping my jism directly out of Kaitlyn more than enough to set me off. And so, less than three minutes after entry, my eyes rolled up into my head and I slammed forward, my hips twitching as my cock cannon began blasting loads of cum into Kaitlyn's young pussy.

"Ooh... fill me... fill me up with your tasty cream, Jeff," Kaitlyn crooned into my ear as she clutched me to her chest. "Mm... so much of it! You must have been excited to see me! More, baby... more. The more you stuff into me the more Taylor's going to have to suck out and the longer you get to watch that gorgeous supermodel cramming her tongue into my tight little pussy."

Incredibly, I got a few extra squeezes out and then collapsed down while Kaitlyn patted my back. She let me lay there for a few seconds as I got my breathing under control. And then when I seemingly caught my breath, she looked past my shoulder. "Dinner is served, madame."

I rolled off of Kaitlyn while Taylor knelt on the floor between Kaitlyn's outstretched legs.

"Mm, twice in one day. Who'd have thought?" The gorgeous brunette mused before diving into Kaitlyn's muff.

I was quite possibly the most erotic sight of my life.

For a moment, things started to quiet down. I got my breathing under control and Kaitlyn was whimpering softly while Taylor's head wriggled in her crotch and I heard the soft slurping noises of the beautiful model draining the blonde teenager of my cum. But then a new sound caught my attention.

Looking to the side, I saw that a still blindfolded and gagged Charlotte had rolled over and she was pumping a pink vibrator in and out of her pussy, her hands still cuffed together. Now that she was on her back, I could see what looked like alligator clips attached to her nipples, and more light welts on her breasts bespoke of further whipping from Taylor.

Charlotte was such an obscene sight that almost immediately I felt a fresh twitching in my cock. The animal instinct awoke inside me, flooding my body with new testosterone and my lustful urges came to the fore. I circled around the bed and knelt on the mattress beside Charlotte's head.

Leaning down, I started to unclasp the strap with her orange ball gag. Charlotte went still at the unexpected attention, and she stopped pumping her pussy, although the vibrator kept on humming. She gasped for air once I pulled away the gag, working her jaw to loosen it up once she was released.

But that freedom only lasted briefly. Kaitlyn saw what I was doing and she gave me a little smile before squeezing her eyes shut to absorb a particularly good lick from Taylor.

And then with a darkly satisfied grin on my own face, I grabbed Charlotte's head in my hands and hunched forward with my hips, feeding my half-hard cock into Taylor's pretty assistant's mouth.

Even through the blindfolding harness, I could tell the surprise on Charlotte's face when she realized my cock was being fed to her, but she just moaned and quickly extended her lips to gobble me up. And then I patted her head approvingly as she began sucking me back to life.

I surveyed the room before me. Kaitlyn, the stunningly beautiful blonde teenager lay back across the bed, her volcanic tits pointing to the ceiling and gyrating enticingly as she wriggled with pleasure. Taylor, my fantasy woman, was still munching and slurping out MY cum out of her teenaged friend's twat. And Charlotte, the pretty brunette submissive was blindfolded and blowing MY cock.

I could get used to this kind of life.

***

A chime went off somewhere. Taylor had moved up and was laying directly on top of Kaitlyn where they'd been passing my cum back and forth between their mouths and grinding their crotches into one another. Charlotte had flipped around onto all fours as she continued to fellate me, bringing me to full hardness.

But at the sound, the other three stopped what they were doing. I groaned unhappily, my body instinctively wanting to blow inside of Charlotte's mouth.

Taylor stood up and held a hand out to Kaitlyn, "Shall we?"

Kaitlyn reached up and let Taylor help her to her feet. Charlotte reached behind her head, unsnapping the harness and pulling it off before blinking to refocus her eyes. Meanwhile, Kaitlyn came around and took both of my hands in hers. "Come on."

"Where?" I stammered, briefly looking around for my clothes even though no one else was making a move to get dressed.

"You'll see," the bubbly teenager giggled.

And so, self-conscious of my nudity and with my left hand over my crotch, I let Kaitlyn tug on my right hand as she led me outside to follow Taylor and Charlotte down the hall.

We soon came to what could ostensibly be called a "Family Room", with plush carpeting, overstuffed couches slung low to the ground, and a media center along one wall. The décor and colors were warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the formality of the living room back by the front door.

But from state of dress of the people in the room, I don't think "family" would be the appropriate term. As my gaze swept up from Taylor's, Charlotte's, and Kaitlyn's naked backsides, I saw John Kwong, Cassandra Cooper, and an attractively muscular couple already in the room and similarly clad in their birthday suits.

Taylor, as hostess, made the introductions. "You've already met Johnny and Cassandra. The gorgeous brunette on the other couch is Rebecca and the gentleman who looks like he could break you in half is her boyfriend Jeremy."

She turned to me. "Everyone, this is Jeffrey." And then Taylor turned to me. "Ready to play?"

My eyes flew open wide as my mind was suitably blown. The foursome we'd briefly had was already the kinkiest sexual experience of my life in terms of number of participants. Now I was in a room about to launch an orgy with two other men and five women, eight total people, and I scarcely believed I wasn't dreaming.

I think I just stood there, stupified, for a minute. By the time I blinked again Taylor was returning from a wet bar off to the side where she handed Kaitlyn a martini glass. "Cosmo?"

"Oh, NOW you let me," Kaitlyn giggled, taking a sip.

"And what would you like?" Taylor asked me, shifting her weight so that her hips jutted out and she proudly displayed her naked breasts to my gaze. Her body position immediately made me think of sex. And yet, despite all my long-term fantasies for the gorgeous supermodel, despite the five beautiful naked options I had in the room before me, I knew exactly what, and who, I wanted.

I'd gotten over my boyhood fantasies. Taylor was amazing, but reality had replaced the fantasy. Charlotte stirred my lust and fed my natural male impulse for dominance, but she was really just another pretty face. Cassandra and Rebecca were unknowns, the allure of strange pussy always intoxicating. But none of them sparked that feeling deep inside me... like HER.

I slid my hand around Kaitlyn's waist. And with total sincerity, I stated, "All I want is right here."

***

-- KAITLYN --

"All I want is right here."

Jeff's statement caught me by surprise, and I turned around to look at him, still holding my drink up in alcoholus interruptus. I felt lightning crawl up my spine.

And then setting down my drink, I looked deeply into his eyes before grabbing Jeff's head in my hands and launching my face at his. Our kiss was an explosion of passion that took my breath away. Now I've had a few moments where I felt like the world had shrunk down to just me and the lover I was with. Usually those moments happened during a great orgasm. But this was different.

All light and sound ceased to exist around us. My ears tingled at the sudden vacuum, as if all the air had been sucked out of the room in less than a second, leaving nothing but the hollow pants of me and Jeff breathing. There was nothing but darkness around, as if we were floating in space. We weren't even doing anything but kissing. And it felt so wonderfully perfect.

Jeff moaned into my mouth as my hands clutched him tighter to me. My right leg lifted up around his hip and I ground my crotch against his hard pelvic bone. And somewhere along the line, just when the dizzy pleasure from our lips threatened to render me unconscious, I crammed my tongue into his mouth and came, a wailing cry ripping out of my throat.

The air rushed back in and suddenly I realized that Jeff was lying flat on his back, shaggy carpet cocooning his naked body. I was lying atop him and I felt the wetness of my orgasm leaking out against my thighs. I pulled my head away slowly, panting heavily as I looked down at this incredible man in wonder. How could he make me feel like this? How could he make me orgasm just from kissing?

Jeff looked right back into my eyes with a smile on his face. That had been one of the most intense moments of my life and he wasn't even inside of me.

I lowered my head back down to kiss him once again. This time, even though it felt great, we didn't whisk off to our own little world. I could hear the low thumping bass of some mood music and the arias of grunts and moans of six other people giving in to their lustful urges. But all my attention was on the one person with me right now.

As if like minded, Jeff never turned his gaze away from me as I simply reached down and guided his rock hard cock to my wet tunnel. And then sitting back, I cooed as I took him deep inside of me.

"Mm... do you feel it, Jeff?" I whispered as I flexed my inner muscles while beginning to ride him.

"Feel what, baby?" he moaned.

"This... perfection... I never thought... ohhh... never thought it could be like this..."

***

-- JEFFREY --

"This... perfection... I never thought... ohhh... never thought it could be like this..."

If Kaitlyn was talking about how incredibly powerful our lovemaking felt, then yes, I felt it. Sex with Taylor had always been thrilling, made even better by the mental knowledge that it was Taylor-fucking-Brynn I had my cock inside of. Sex with Melody was always good, mostly because we just fit well together and we knew how to pleasure each other. But neither of them ever felt the way Kaitlyn did. There was an emotional attachment, a chemistry, that I'd never felt before.

"It's amazing, Kaitlyn..." I gasped, guiding her lithe body up and down my shaft with my hands firmly gripping her hips.

"Oh, love me, Jeff. Make love to me. Fill me up and never let me go!"

"I do! I am! I will!"

"Ungghhhh!" Kaitlyn moaned as she crested over her first orgasm, dumping more honey into my lap and lubricating further so that she could practically glide effortlessly along my rod, moving faster and faster.

And when she caught her breath, she used it to moaned erotically. "Oh, Jeff... oh, baby... cum in me... I want to feel you cum in me again... I never want you to stop cumming in me!"

"Oh, Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn!" I groaned as we both sped up. I felt my soul lock onto hers as our eyes locked onto each other. I could actually read in her irises how close she was getting to another climax, and as my hips began to buck up off the carpet, I could feel my own orgasmic impulse automatically matching to hers.




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 02



We were going to come together.

And it was going to be spectacular.

The heavens opened up and their light shone down upon us. The trumpeting of angels sounded off in my ears. The brassy noise filled my senses and then melted away into an erotic cry.

"I'm CUMMING!" The blonde teenager cried and slammed herself down on me, bending forward and jamming her tongue into my mouth at the same time.

I couldn't answer verbally with her tongue in my throat, but I moaned in response and thrust upward, holding my hips there as my cum poured out of my cock and began flooding Kaitlyn's inner chamber.

"Mmph!" she mumbled into our kiss as she felt the blasts impacting against her inner walls. And all the while her pussy muscles were spasming and caressing and squeezing, certain to pull every drop out of me.

Drained, in more ways than one, I let my head drop back onto the carpet as I gasped for air. Kaitlyn turned her head and rested her cheek against my shoulder, resting her weight on top of me while I circled my arms around her, hugging her tightly. My cock slowly began to wilt inside of her.

Once again, I hadn't lasted very long. The orgy was still going on around us, and as I looked to the side, I could see that two threesomes had formed. Taylor was getting drilled from behind by Jeremy, the muscle-bound hunk, while she was lapping away at Charlotte's snatch in front of her. John Kwong had Rebecca riding his cock as he reclined lengthwise on a couch. His assistant Cassandra was riding his face while she looked down into his eyes between her legs.

And then I turned my attention back to the sweet young woman still in my arms.

"Wow..." I breathed.

"Amazing, wasn't it?" she smiled at me, eyes sparkling. "I always wondered what that would be like."

"What?"

"Making love. Really making love..." she breathed and then set her head back down onto my shoulder as I stroked her back. She was starting to get heavy, but I wouldn't have moved her for the world, just enjoying the pleasure of holding her in my arms the way Melody never really let me.

It felt like we cuddled together for an eternity before a sharp voice roused us from our semi-slumber. My eyelids fluttered open and I saw Taylor's spectacular naked form hovering over me.

"This is what happens?" Taylor whined. "I bring you to a party and you just cuddle up with Kaitlyn for the whole time?"

I just smiled pleasantly. Kaitlyn blindly reached a hand back and gave Taylor the bird.

Chuckling, Taylor knelt beside us and ran her hand along Kaitlyn's back. The teen finally opened her eyes and turned to look at her friend.

"That good, huh?" Taylor asked.

"Mm..." Kaitlyn hummed happily and squeezed me tighter. "I think I'm in love..." she purred.

"Hmph. A guy goes googly-eyed over you, gives you great sex, and you think you're falling in love," the blue-eyed beauty shook her head with a wry grin.

Kaitlyn went still at that comment, then picked her head up and look at me intently. And then matter-of-factly she turned and glared at Taylor with an intense green gaze. "I've had plenty of guys who looked at me like I was hot and sexy. John looked at me with as much lust in his eyes as he felt for anyone, including you. But there's something in the way John looks at both you and Cassandra that was never there when he looked at me. He LOVES you two. Every fiber of his being wants to be near you two, and he would move heaven and earth to make sure of it." 

Kaitlyn smiled and then returned her gaze to mine. "Jeff looks at me that way." And then with an even bigger grin, she bent over to kiss me again.

"Wow..." Taylor whistled. "I mean, I was hoping you two would hit it off. But... wow..." Taylor chuckled and stood back up. "Maybe I should get you two a room."

Kaitlyn hugged me before sliding back and getting upright on her knees, my limp cock still just barely trapped inside her tight pussy. The pretty blonde surveyed the other nubile bodies in the room and then held her hand down to me. "Well, I think we'll have plenty of one-on-one time in the future. But what do you think, Jeff? Should we join the party?"

"You're all I need," I told her sincerely, even though my cock started twitching again, something Kaitlyn did not fail to notice.

"Hmm," Kaitlyn giggled. "How about what you 'want'?" She wriggled her hips, spurring new sensation into my growing prick.

"Well..."

"It won't change the way I feel about you, Jeff. But for now, let's have some fun."

I grinned. I couldn't believe my reality was turning out even better than my fantasy.

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 3



Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 03



***

-- CHAPTER 3: Adoration --

***

*STILL SATURDAY NIGHT*

"Ungh... ungh... ungh..." the pretty brunette whimpered over and again while my cock drilled in and out of her clenching pussy. Over the course of the past few weeks, I had been wondering what this would be like. The reality did not disappoint.

I gripped her hips tighter as I pumped her slender body from behind, and then put my hand to the small of her back, forcing her torso down until her chest was flat on the sofa cushion. Charlotte simply licked her lips and then moaned, "More... harder..."

So I picked up my pace.

Twenty minutes earlier, we were all recuperating from Round 1 and spread across the three couches and various chairs in the room. We got a few drinks and engaged in heavily sexual conversation while the boys recharged. Kaitlyn and I snuggled together on a recliner meant for one, delighted by our budding romantic feelings.

Jeremy was laughing as he noticed a thick glob of John's cum on Rebecca's chin. He pointed it out and Rebecca blushed as she scooped it with a finger and popped it into her mouth.

"So, does that fill my workout quota for the day?" John asked.

Rebecca shook her head. "Two more cums, at least," she said in a stern tone. "You did alright for an ab exercise but I'd better see more upper body work in the next hour or so, or I'll really work you to death on Monday."

John just sighed while Rebecca laughed.

I didn't understand until Kaitlyn leaned over and told me, "Rebecca is John's personal trainer."

"Ah," I replied. Now that I got a better look at the brunette, her occupation made perfect sense. She was certainly in great shape. Her body was toned and well- muscled without being bulky, looking like she could be competitive at an Olympic heptathlon or something. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, leaving her pretty face clear and absent of any real makeup. Even her obviously fake tits, so high and round, fit in with the rest of her physique.

Taylor overheard and leaned towards us. "I want Johnny to be in good shape for the wedding. He was starting to get pudgy around the mid-section." With that, Taylor poked her fiancé's love handles, which were barely noticeable.

"Hey, I've got you. It's not like I needed to go out and impress women anymore," John retorted with a smile at me. And then he leaned forward with a grin. "But leave it to Taylor to find me a beautiful, bisexual woman for a trainer."

He turned and looked at Rebecca and in a louder voice said, "I mean, less than three days after we first met she just stuck her hand in my shorts and started jacking me off while I was trying to do a sit-up."

Rebecca broke off her conversation with Cassandra and grinned. "It's not MY fault you had a hard-on. All your blood flow was going in the wrong direction and I had to get rid of the problem so we could get on with the workout."

John sat up straighter. "It WAS your fault. You were wearing that really low-cut top and bent over at the waist while counting my reps."

Rebecca giggled, "Oh, yeah..."

Taylor joined in the laughing. "Well that was three months ago. I'm doubly happy that Rebecca is such a good carpet muncher..." Taylor leered at Jeremy and spread her legs, letting a bit more of his spunk leak out of her. "And that her boyfriend is such a stud." 

"Oh!" Rebecca sat up. "Is there more of my man in there?" Quickly, Rebecca slid over and got to her knees before Taylor, diving in headfirst to scoop out whatever Jeremy had left inside.

That seemed to signal the beginning for the next round. Kaitlyn and John started eyeballing each other, stirring just the briefest jealous thought in me. But then I remembered, they'd known each other a lot longer than me.

As if reading my mind, Kaitlyn turned back and planted a wet kiss on me, filling it with all her newfound affection. She sighed happily as she broke it off. "There are really only two rules: One, Cassandra's off-limits to any man besides John. And two," she frowned for a moment. "John won't cum inside anyone's pussy but Taylor or Cassandra." She shrugged. "Their house, their party, their rules."

The second rule obviously didn't apply to me. And as great as Cassandra looked, especially her incredible rack, I would live. Besides, Charlotte took that moment to come over and kneel right in front of me. Without her glasses, she looked so young and innocent. You would never guess what kind of kinky submissive she could be.

"Please, Mr. Lee, sir... I want your cock. Will you fuck me?" she asked in a quiet voice.

Something in her tone stirred back up the latent animal, and after looking to Kaitlyn for approval, I nodded. Charlotte then proceeded to slurp me into her hot little mouth, bringing me up to full hardness while I reached down to play with her pleasingly round titties.

She was getting better at fellating me. Where first Charlotte had been efficient, by now she was figuring out my pleasure buttons and I was quickly at full mast. Charlotte then moved over to kneel before one of the couches, laying her chest on the cushion and reaching back with her own hands to spread her pussy lips wide for my perusal.

Over the course of the past few weeks, being so close to Charlotte's naked body without ever actually screwing her, I'd wondered what it would be like. I was about to find out. And once my mushroom head parted her wet lips and began its descent deeper into her body, Charlotte moaned appreciatively.

She spread her arms forward, slipping her hands to the other side of the sofa cushion and gripping it while I pressed forward until my pelvis was flush against Charlotte's cute ass. She giggled when I started wiggling my hips, carving my cock around her innards. And then the pretty brunette went back to moaning as I pulled back and began to pump in and out of her tight tunnel.

Meanwhile, Taylor and Cassandra started sixty-nining on another couch. Jeremy pulled his girlfriend Rebecca into his lap so that the athletic brunette could ride him. And John had Kaitlyn bent over the armrest of the same couch I was fucking Charlotte against, leaving the two girls' heads only about a foot apart.

He'd found a bottle of Astroglide somewhere and Kaitlyn was wriggling in anticipation. In a familiar voice, she moaned, "Hurt me..."

I swear Charlotte shuddered just hearing Kaitlyn say that, and I started drilling her sodden pussy even harder. Charlotte lifted up her chest and used the leverage of her arms to start ramming back at me with every stroke.

"Ungh... ungh... ungh..." the pretty brunette whimpered over and again while my cock drilled in and out of her clenching pussy. "More... harder..."

"Ohhh..." Kaitlyn was moaning and I turned to see John's rather large dick begin to penetrate into the blonde's teenaged asshole. Having been there myself, I grinned at him as I really began to fuck Charlotte.

Once John was fully inside, he exhaled happily and glanced over at me. Then he picked up the Astroglide and held it out for me, his hips pumping back and forth as he skewered Kaitlyn's ass on his dick.

Charlotte's head was turned so that she could see this exchange, and she quivered. Whether in fear or anticipation I'm not sure.

"Charlotte," John said sternly.

"Yes, sir," she gasped while I kept thrusting into her pussy.

"You're going to take Mr. Lee's cock up your ass and you're going to love it."

"Yes, *sir*..." Charlotte quivered again, and this time I knew it was from pleasure. I coated up my fingers and began to lube up the pretty brunette's bunghole, and meanwhile John started pounding Kaitlyn with increasing force.

"Ohhh... fuck my ass!" Kaitlyn cried as her head shook.

"Fuck my ass!" Charlotte echoed, and I pulled my iron hard erection out of her sopping pussy and guided the tip to her dusky red star.

Charlotte picked up her head and started groaning as we both strained to get the mushroom head through her sphincter. And when it popped inside she whimpered and moaned, her anguish turning into a satisfied groan as my shaft burrowed deeper and deeper.

"Ohhh..." Kaitlyn crooned again while John continued to ream her out, and then the blonde teen reached out with one hand, pulling Charlotte's face to her own so the two young women could lock lips and swap spit while they were both getting buggered.

Meanwhile, the other four had managed to turn themselves into an odd formation. Cassandra was laying flat on the floor with her head at the base of the next sofa. Rebecca was sitting on her face, letting Cassandra's long tongue spear into her juicing snatch while Rebecca deep-throated her boyfriend. Jeremy was the only one actually sitting on the sofa, his legs spread to the sides around both Rebecca and Cassandra. And while his girlfriend was blowing him, his head was back so that Taylor could perch practically on top of the sofa back, straddling Jeremy's head so that he could eat her out as the four of them connected together in a vertical chain of oral pleasure.

"Fu... fu... fu..." Charlotte started chanting while I pistoned in and out of her anal chute. Her muscles clamped down on me rhythmically, getting me closer and closer to orgasm. Kaitlyn wasn't far behind. John had her pinned to the armrest, and I read the anguish in the pretty blonde's face as her own orgasm started to overwhelm her.

The raw animal instinct was growing in power the closer I got to my climax. My hands caressed Charlotte's shapely hips for a brief moment, and then with a surge of adrenaline I suddenly gripped her waist and started roughly pounding her ass. She screamed at the unexpected force and then with my right hand I started slapping her buttcheek over and over, unrelenting as I simply started whaling away at the brunette's tender flesh.

The pain set her off. She shrieked in exquisite agony and came, her ass muscles spasming around my shaft and pulling me over the edge with her. With a roaring growl I slammed forward as deeply as I could go and began ejecting load after load of cum up the ass of Taylor's personal assistant. "Ugh! Ugh!" I grunted with each shot as I felt it fly out of me.

And just as I started cumming, as if on the exact same wavelength, Kaitlyn cried out her orgasm as well, tears dribbling down her face as she wailed out, and then John was following after, answering my wolfish growl with one of his own as he began spunking inside the blonde teenager's asshole.

A few minutes later, we paired off and went to separate bathrooms. Cassandra and Charlotte went with John and Taylor to the master suite to clean up together. Jeremy and Rebecca went to one guest bathroom, and Kaitlyn wouldn't let go of my hand from the moment we came back together.

It didn't matter that I'd just fucked another woman's ass and she'd gotten her ass fucked by another man. Yes, we'd had sex with other people, but the bond I felt with her was no less than before. I leaned back in the shower and let Kaitlyn clean me up before I returned the favor. And when we cuddled together in the warm spray and our lips came together, I knew I'd found my soulmate.

We would live happily ever after.

If only life were that simple.

***

*SUNDAY*

Growing up, I'd read about rich people and their secret passageways in order to have clandestine meetings with mistresses and the like. I'd thought that sort of thing only existed in European castles and palatial countryside mansions. I never expected to find one in a modern Manhattan apartment building.

The trap door from John Kwong's closet down to Kaitlyn's closet was so simple in design and yet mind-boggling in its implications. When Kaitlyn showed it to me, my mind immediately started to wonder at exactly what her relationship was to John, especially given the "mistress"-connotations a secret passage implied.

Kaitlyn had explained that the trap door and ladder had been put in before her family moved in. I was just incredulous that her parents hadn't found it yet.

Still, I put my questions aside when Kaitlyn invited me to spend the night with her. I was pretty tired after John and Taylor's little orgy and the prospect of sleeping with my angel for a second night in a row was just too good to pass up.

And now it was Sunday morning. Well, technically it was Sunday afternoon. The party hadn't broken up until close to 3am and as I glanced at the clock on Kaitlyn's bedside table, it was now just after 12noon. I hadn't slept nine hours in FOREVER; but considering the exertion I'd put myself through last night, I wasn't overly surprised.

And when I awoke, it was with my arms wrapped around Kaitlyn's naked body. Her golden head was pillowed on my left bicep and my right hand had subconsciously settled one of her round breasts into my palm. I was holding her in my arms. She was letting me hold her in my arms. And the feelings running through me were even better than sex.

For the zillionth time I pondered how incredibly lucky I was. Kaitlyn had been but a fantasy a month ago. She was the pretty face who stuck in my head and then refused to leave it after nothing but a chance encounter in a smoothie shop. And now I had spent what amounted to an incredible weekend with her. And I was falling in love.

How was it possible? I barely knew the girl. She was still a teenager for crying out loud. I had no real knowledge of her personality, her quirks, her funky habits. Love like this only happened in fairy tales, not in Manhattan.

Was it only me? Was I the only one feeling like this? Did Kaitlyn just see me as a good lay and a one-night... well, two-night stand? Seriously, how could she consider me boyfriend material? How does any 19-year-old girl decide she wants to be serious with anyone after only 3 days?

At some point, she and I would have to figure out our true feelings for one another. It was so easy to get swept away in the whirlwind. As the older person I thought I had to stay grounded on some level about how realistic a relationship might be.

But I wasn't going to get that chance right now. I started hearing voices outside the door. It was odd to me because the apartment had been completely empty for the entire weekend. Kaitlyn had said her parents always gave the staff time off whenever they themselves went on vacation. So who was in the apartment?

Almost immediately, a deep male voice called through the door, "Kaitlyn?"

My blonde angel was up immediately. "It's my dad!" she hissed at me under her breath. From the tone in her voice, it didn't seem like her father would take kindly to finding a naked man in his only daughter's bed.

All I could think at that moment was, 'Oh, SHIT.'

***

-- KAITLYN --

He was holding me in his arms, and the feelings running through me were even better than sex.

For the zillionth time I pondered how incredibly lucky I was. Jeff had been but a fantasy a month ago. He was the adoring gaze that stuck in my head and then refused to leave it after nothing but a chance encounter in a smoothie shop. And now I had spent what amounted to an incredible weekend with him. And I was falling in love.

How was it possible? I barely knew the guy. I had no real knowledge of his personality, his quirks, his funky habits. I didn't know if he was a trustworthy man or just another asshole player. Love like this only happened in fairy tales, not in Manhattan.

Was it only me? Was I the only one feeling like this? Did Jeff just see me as a hot body and a one-night... well, two-night stand? Seriously, how could he consider me girlfriend material? How does any successful young professional decide he wants to be serious with a teenager after only 3 days?

At some point, he and I would have to figure out our true feelings for one another. It was so easy to get swept away in the whirlwind. Despite the thrill I had to stay grounded on some level about how realistic a relationship might be.

But I wasn't going to get that chance right now. I started hearing voices outside the door. It was odd to me because the apartment had been completely empty for the entire weekend. Daddy always gave the staff time off whenever they themselves went on vacation. So who was in the apartment?

Almost immediately, a deep male voice called through the door, "Kaitlyn?"

I was up immediately. They must have come home from the Bahamas early. I HATED it when they did that. Sometimes I think my dad deliberately lied to me about when he would be returning just to see if he could catch me with uninvited guests.

"It's my dad!" I hissed at Jeff under my breath. Daddy would not take kindly to finding a naked man in his only daughter's bed. Part of me wanted to panic but I already had an idea in mind.

Hurriedly, I pushed Jeff off the bed and into the closet. He whirled around and looked confused, not yet understanding. I'd seen enough movies. No one ever managed to stay hidden in a closet. But I didn't want him to stay in the closet.

"Kaitlyn?" came Daddy's voice again, this time accompanied by the jiggle of the door lock.

I emphatically pointed up the ladder to the trap door and he finally understood. Quickly, he started climbing while I called out in a faux-sleepy voice, "I'm up. I'm up."

"Darling, can I come in?"

"Uh, I'm not dressed, Daddy. Hang on a sec!" I slipped into a bathrobe just as Jeff got through the trap door and then closed it behind himself. I saw his clothing in a pile next to my bed and hurriedly I kicked it underneath the frame. And then fixing my hair behind my ears, I stepped forward and opened the door.

"Daddy! You're home early!"

***

-- JEFFREY --

For a second, I stayed unmoving in John Kwong's closet, my ears straining to try and hear something through the trap door. I heard muffled voices, but I couldn't make out the words.

And then a different moan caught my attention. It was the moan of a woman in heat. I turned my head and realized that the closet door was open, giving me a clear view of a couple in the middle of making love on the bed.

My eyes went wide seeing the stunning nude form of Cassandra Cooper. She was on all fours, her fair blonde hair swept to one side while her beautiful face and sky blue eyes shone in the mid-day light. Her tits were absolutely incredible, so large and firm and pendulously rocking back and forth with her fucking motion. It didn't seem fair that such a tall and slender woman could have such a pair of tits.

John Kwong was right behind her, pumping away with his hands on her hips. They were groaning and moaning and oblivious to my presence. For a while at least.

Then Cassandra saw me and she stopped moving, a crooked smile on her face. Her sudden halt got John's attention and they both looked over at me.

"Uh, sorry..." I stammered and tried to cover my naked crotch with my hands. "Kaitlyn's dad came home earlier than expected."

John chuckled, "Hal Reynolds has a habit of doing that." He nodded to a spot past me. "Grab a bathrobe and you can hang out in the lounge for a bit. Kaitlyn will come up when the coast is clear."

Quickly, I borrowed the robe and then scurried past the fornicating couple, unable to resist ogling Cassandra's body one last time before slipping out. Once I closed the bedroom's double-doors, I heard the moaning start up again on the other side.

So wrapped up in what was going on in the Master Bedroom, I didn't realize there was someone else in the Master Lounge until after I closed the door and turned around.

Taylor was wearing a royal purple robe and curled up on a couch, reading some fashion magazines. She looked up at me and said, "Hello, Jeffrey. Were you trying to fool me into thinking you were my fiancé?"

"Huh?"

"You're wearing his robe," she pointed to the monogrammed JK over the breastbone on the robe.

"Uh, no," I stammered. I explained the situation about Kaitlyn's father and Taylor nodded understandingly.




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 03



"Too bad. I might have given you a morning blowjob if you were Johnny."

"Well, I think he's got that covered right now," I nodded back to where the erotic moans were still filtering through the door.

"That he does," Taylor giggled. "Sit with me," she patted the spot on the couch beside her.

Just as I was getting seated, Charlotte came into the room with a glass of orange juice and two croissants on a tray. "Oh, hello Mr. Lee. I wasn't expecting you. Would you like anything?"

That moment felt very weird for me. Just a few hours before I'd nutted up Charlotte's asshole while she howled in ecstasy and for a second I felt like answering her request with a very naughty response. But I tamped down on that impulse and looked to Taylor to make sure I could go ahead and answer. I wasn't used to having staff serving me. "Uh, OJ and croissants sound great."

"These are chocolate-filled. Dorothy can do the same for you or would you prefer a jelly or cream cheese?" Charlotte asked.

"Chocolate is great," I smiled at the thought of chocolate-filled croissants on demand. It's the little things that separate the wealthy from average Joes like me.

Charlotte smiled and nodded and then left.

Taylor took a sip and a nibble of her croissant and then turned to me. "So Jeffrey, if I may be so bold, what are your intentions towards my young friend?"

"Excuse me?"

"I think you know I'm talking about Kaitlyn. She's very special to me and the last thing I want is to see her hurt."

My eyebrows crinkled. "I assure you I have no plans to hurt her." An image of a naked Kaitlyn with handcuffs and my hands around her neck flashed into mind. "Uh, well, unless she's asking me to," I blushed and glanced down.

"Yes, she does get off on mild pain. Nothing like Charlotte mind you, so be careful with her. What I meant is her budding feelings. I needn't tell you that Kaitlyn is still rather young."

I put on my best 'trustworthy' expression and looked sincerely at Taylor. I was still amazed that just a few weeks ago, she was just a fantasy in my imagination. Today, I felt like I was trying to sell myself to my girlfriend's parents. "I truly want nothing but the best for Kaitlyn and her future. I'll be honest: I hope that future involves me. In just a few days I've seen how her energy lights up a room and lights up my life. There is something special about her that captivates me. But the realist in me knows I have to be careful to not be swept up by my emotions."

Taylor mused on that for a second before stating. "You didn't exactly answer my question. What are your intentions? Were you planning to screw her and leave her? Do you want to be friends with benefits, like you and me? Or are you intending something more?"

I looked down for a second to ponder my response. I already knew the answer in my head and in my heart. "Something more. I... I can't explain it other than to say that it feels like love at first sight. I feel like Kaitlyn is my soulmate."

"Are you sure?"

"I... I think so. I'm not totally sure. It's all so... overwhelming right now. I feel like I'm being led around by my heart."

"Not your dick?"

I smiled. "It has a mind of its own, yes. But this one's coming from my heart."

Taylor looked thoughtful again and she leaned back against the couch. The two halves of her robe slipped to the sides a bit, revealing a wide expanse of her prodigious cleavage, but she seemed oblivious. "Jeffrey, I originally set you two up on a whim because of the architecture connection. I knew you were good in bed and I felt like sharing that with my friend. But I never expected her to show the kinds of feelings she has been."

My heart was beating a little faster. "What kinds of feelings?" I asked with more than a little hope in my voice.

Taylor smiled. "She looks like she's falling in love. Last night you two were beautiful, and I'm happy for the both of you. But the concerned mama-bear inside me has to be cautious. I really don't know you that well, Jeffrey. You're a brilliant designer and I already know the home you're building for us will be spectacular. But in my experience, creative brilliance and stable emotions rarely go hand-in- hand."

"I'm falling for Kaitlyn, Taylor. I know it. I can't predict the future, but I know that every ounce of me wants to make her happy."

"What about your admin, Melody?"

"Melody?" I jerked my head back. I hadn't thought of Melody in a long time. And then memory came back. "Well... to be honest, there is some history there. But Melody broke it off herself. She called me yesterday."

"So is Kaitlyn some kind of rebound?"

"No, no! Melody and I were never... we were never really together. There's nothing to rebound from. And I can honestly say I've never felt this way about anyone before Kaitlyn."

"Okay. I'll trust you to that, Jeffrey. But if you hurt her, I WILL cut your balls off." Taylor grinned at me, showing both rows of teeth in a way that was not exactly friendly.

"Don't do that!" came a sweet, giggly voice from the direction of the Master Bedroom. "I need those!" Kaitlyn smiled as I turned around. She was still clad in her bathrobe and she quickly crossed the room to climb into my lap.

My arms easily went around her body as she found my lips and we started kissing as easily as if we'd never stopped since last night. I immediately felt a stirring in my groin, which Kaitlyn rubbed herself against.

"Mmm... SOMEbody's happy to see me," she giggled.

Taylor sighed. "Aww. I wasn't expecting you to monopolize him so quickly, kitten. We throw a big orgy with only three dicks and last night I never even got a piece of him."

With a sly grin Kaitlyn slid off my lap and fished my cock out from the borrowed bathrobe. I was already hard and the precocious teen waggled my erection in Taylor's direction. "You want this, Taylor? I'll let you have some if you do something for me."

Taylor put on a mock indignant expression. "And since when do YOU dole out permissions over Jeffrey's dick?"

"Since it became MINE," Kaitlyn laughed and looked at me. I had no protests and just leaned in when the blonde hottie kissed me.

"Fine," Taylor pouted. "What do you want in trade? An hour with Charlotte? A straight dick-swap for Johnny?"

"No, no," Kaitlyn laughed. "What's mine is yours, lover. I could never refuse you anything," Kaitlyn's green eyes sparkled at Taylor.

"Well in that case, I'm in the mood for something salty to go along with my croissants." And with that, gorgeous supermodel Taylor slipped off the couch and knelt before me while Kaitlyn moved out of the way. Kaitlyn even held up my shaft while Taylor moved into position, and all I could do was groan as I felt the raven-haired goddess take my cock into her mouth.

I blinked rapidly as I felt the wondrous sensations start shooting through me. Kaitlyn took one look at the expression on my face and she started giggling again. Have I mentioned how much Kaitlyn laughs? Have I mentioned how much I love watching Kaitlyn laugh?

In any case, the blonde teen took the opportunity to stick her tongue in my mouth again and I let myself be carried away to paradise, where gorgeous supermodels you've lusted after since you were fifteen suck your dick while equally gorgeous hot teenagers make out with you.

I'm almost ashamed to admit I didn't last very long. When Kaitlyn shrugged out of her bathrobe and then pulled my face between her breasts, my mind simply went blank as I absorbed all the heavenly titflesh I could. And since I wasn't concentrating on holding back my ejaculation, when Taylor started deep- throating me and otherwise lavishing her expert cocksucking skills upon me, I had nothing to prevent my eruption.

"Mmph," Taylor moaned when my hands suddenly pulled her head tight to my crotch. And then she was rapidly swallowing my cum as I spunked out a surprising amount of semen given the number of orgasms I'd had in the past couple of days.

Kaitlyn kept smothering me in her cleavage and just when I felt like I was going to pass out from both sensory overload and oxygen deprivation, she released me to gasp for air as Taylor got the last of my salty goodness to offset the sweetness of her chocolate croissants and orange juice.

The girls left me a spineless lump on the sofa and then Kaitlyn went to whisper something into Taylor's ear as she helped strip Taylor's purple robe off of her. The slightly older goddess flashed her alluring gaze at me before turning back to Kaitlyn and answering a confident, "Sure."

Fully naked, Taylor simply strode out the door. Kaitlyn pulled off my robe and then with both of us nude as well, she tugged me after her. We half-skipped down the hallway and I blushed crimson when I realized Edward and Dorothy could see us as we cruised by the kitchen. But then we were in the guest wing and arrived at a familiar bedroom.

Taylor beat us there and had thrown herself upon the bed. Kaitlyn let go of me and then leaped after her friend, the two beautiful women tumbling about the bed together and romping playfully before settling down to lock lips and trade wet kisses.

Despite having just cum, the mere sight of my fantasy Taylor and my new love Kaitlyn making out with each other was enough to put some fresh lead into my pencil. I reached down with my hand to speed up the process as I listened to their erotic moans and wet kisses.

And when the girls rolled until they were right on top of each other, face-to-face, chest-to-chest, and crotch-to-crotch, my eyes positively started bugging out. Taylor and Kaitlyn both spread their legs to the sides even as they rubbed their pussies against each other, and the sight of them double-decker before me had me as hard as ever.

Kaitlyn craned her head around to me. "Come on Jeff! Take your pick! Or better yet, take a few samples before you make your decision."

Sampling sounded like a wonderful idea. I clambered onto the bed between the girls' legs and tried to figure out the gymnastics required to pull this off. In the end, I simply grabbed onto Kaitlyn's hips and lifted her up until she was supporting herself on her knees. This brought her pussy out of contact with Taylor's but at the perfect height for me to sink my cock into her from behind.

At the other end, Kaitlyn moaned into Taylor's mouth and rubbed her chest harder against the brunette's tits. And as I started pumping into her she began to pant and gasp with pleasure.

But just when Kaitlyn began to tense up as I fucked her closer to orgasm, I pulled out and aimed my cock lower. The blonde teen whined, "Aww..."

"Come here, kitten. Let me take you over the top," Taylor husked.

Kaitlyn quickly crawled forward and moved to sit on the pretty model's face, and then her girlish moaning picked up again while Taylor tongue-lashed her back towards her climax.

That also left Taylor's pussy wide-open and available beneath me. Fisting my meat, I guided myself into place and then plunged in, forcing Taylor to groan into Kaitlyn's pussy while I rammed my rod all the way in. I pulled her long legs up and around my waist to give me additional leverage, and then with a good grip on her ass, I started pumping away.

I smirked to myself knowing that I was once again plowing a woman who I'd dreamed about for so long. And I closed my eyes to focus on the wondrous sensations coursing through my body as I let old fantasies of Taylor fill my mind.

***

-- KAITLYN --

"Ohhh, so good, Taylor! You were always so good to me!" I moaned as I rode the tongue of the best pussy-licker in New York. Taylor was gripping my asscheeks with both hands, eating me out with furious intensity and I felt the ecstasy that had been building inside while Jeff fucked me now coming to fruition.

"So close. Mmm, deeper! Oh, yes... yes... yes..." I whimpered as I started humping up and down on Taylor's face. And when she unexpectedly moved a hand and popped a finger into my asshole, I detonated.

"YES!!!" I screamed as I fell into absolute bliss. My vision blanked out in an ocean of white and when I could see again, I found that my thighs were quivering and my whole body was trembling in the aftermath of a glorious orgasm.

There were also more hands on me than I'd been expecting. Taylor was still rubbing my buttcheeks and languidly lapping up the honey I'd dumped onto the lower half of her face. But from behind, Jeff was pressed against my back, holding my waist and planting little kisses along the sensitive nerves over my spine.

I shivered to feel such love from two of the most important people in my life. Not that I didn't have feelings for John, but I was closer to Taylor. And now I felt the happy delirium at the prospect of having a man of my own.

From the slight movement of his lips against my back, I could feel the pulsing rhythm of Jeff still thrusting in and out of Taylor. I sat up and pulled away from Taylor's face, leaving her gasping for air both from my smothering cunt and her own fucking exertions. She looked so radiant with my honey on her lips and chin. Her short, dark hair hung back to let me see the shine in her gorgeous eyes, such a vibrant purple when she was in heat.

On a sudden whim, I backed myself up until I was settled back over Taylor's crotch, with Jeff still pistoning away behind me. He slowed for a moment when I wriggled my ass back against his abs and pulled one of his arms around my waist. And then with a naughty grin, I started making back and forth pumping motions of my own, directing Jeff to match me and drive his cock in and out of Taylor in sync with my undulations.

From Taylor's end, it had to almost look like I was fucking her. At the very least, my body was moving back and forth in time with the filling and emptying sensations in her pussy. I could see my heavy tits wobbling back and forth and I grinned with aroused delight as I saw Taylor start to let the little fantasy into her mind. 

The look on my face only got even better when Jeff dipped his hand and started rubbing my clit. This served to almost throw off my fucking rhythm, but we quickly regained it and I found myself panting with lust as I continued my undulations.

"Fuck me, Kaitlyn," Taylor cooed. "Drive that big cock inside me."

I giggled and mimed the animalistic (and quite ugly) glare of a man at the edge of his orgasm. Taylor laughed and held onto my hips while we kept pumping away. I started laughing at the silliness of the whole situation and my gorgeous lover pulled me down to her, wrapping her arms around me as our tongues came together once again as we let the pleasurable happiness carry us away.

Once freed of trying to match my thrusts, Jeff picked up his own rhythm, using Taylor's hips as hand holds to really start pounding away at Taylor, deeper and harder than before.

I picked my head up and ran my fingertips over Taylor's gorgeous face, intently watching the play of emotions and pleasure in her eyes. I kissed her jawline as she gasped and moaned, feeling like I was a part of Jeff and her union as my new love fucked her to her climax.

And when Taylor arched her back and came, I nibbled on her neck and stroked her breasts while she clutched me to her. I felt every vibration of her body and in a way, I felt like I was sharing her orgasm with her.

When the feelings passed and she sagged to the bed, I lay my head down against her shoulder and rubbed my whole body against hers while Taylor stroked my back and cooed happily into my ear. For a moment, there was peace.

And then I felt Jeff's rough hands on me.

***

-- JEFFREY --

I craved my release. The animal inside me demanded my release. Kaitlyn had gotten off. Taylor had gotten off. Now I wanted to explode.

And with a burst of adrenaline, I seized Kaitlyn's hips roughly and flipped her over onto her back beside Taylor. She hit the mattress with a thud and I quickly yanked her legs back open for me. And with my muscles flexing, I rammed my hips forward and cruelly impaled her pussy on my dick once again.

"Yes! Fuck me!" Kaitlyn was immediately in the mood, her legs picking up and wrapping behind me while I leaned over her and began to fuck her hard.

I pushed forward, rolling her hips upward until her ass lifted clear of the mattress. With a little grin, I reached my hand back and SPANKED her... *hard*.

"AGAIN!" Kaitlyn cried.

I let fly with another spank on the same cheek, as hard as I could do it.

"YES! Fuck me! Fuck me!" the teenager squealed.

And the animal came back out. He was all my baser instincts, and he was the one in charge now.

Kaitlyn saw the glimmer in my eyes and a wicked grin came across her face. "Do it," she growled. And then she leaned her head back, baring her neck for me.

I brought one hand up and slowly began to squeeze her neck.

"Ungh," Kaitlyn gurgled, and then her eyes rolled up in her head and she gaped her mouth open in a silent scream as her body went completely rigid, locking up entirely. Mid-thrust I felt the inner clamping of her muscles as she tightened up and came.

And THEN I started machine-fucking her.

I immediately let go of Kaitlyn's neck after her climax, burying my head against her shoulder while I got a new grip on her hips and started fucking as hard and as deep as I could possibly go. I didn't care anymore about her pleasure. And yet I knew she would find it anyways.

Faster and faster I humped the young teen like she was a personal masturbatory tool, and I rapidly felt the pressure building up in my balls.

"Come on me, Jeff. Come all over my big tits and then we'll watch Taylor lick it off of me. Cum, baby. CUM!"

At the last moment, I yanked my cock out and spread Kaitlyn's legs to the side as I leaned forward and let fly with the first jet of cum. It fired hard and fast right at Kaitlyn's neck, impacting just beneath her chin and leaving a trail of white spooge down the front of her throat. The second blast hit the middle of her chest, and then as I stepped forward with one foot, I emptied out the rest all over Kaitlyn's round tits and swollen nipples.

"Fuck!" I growled as I jacked out the rest, and then when the adrenaline started to leave me and I tired of jerking my cock, Kaitlyn herself reached up and milked out the last few drops.

When we were done, Kaitlyn turned to Taylor, who just looked back and forth between us with an expression of awe.

"You two were incredible," she shook her head before glancing at me. "You be careful with that gasping-neck thing, though."

"I will," I promised.

Kaitlyn just giggled to her friend. "Isn't he perfect for me? Now, do you feel like some more salty goodness?"

I just sat back on my heels and watched as Taylor bent her head down and let her tongue go to work.

***

*MONDAY*

*DING DONG* *DING DONG*

Whuh?

*DING DONG* *DING DONG*

I sat up in bed, squinting against the morning light. The doorbell stopped ringing and in its place was a hard pounding at the door. Immediately, I reached across the bed for Kaitlyn, only to come up empty. After spending both Friday night and Saturday night in her bed while her parents were on vacation, I'd gotten rather used to sleeping with her. Part of falling in love meant I wanted to spend every waking second with her. But her parents returned last night and I had work in the morning. I realized then that I was back in my own apartment and alone.

*BAM BAM BAM*

I glanced at the clock. It wasn't even 7am yet. What the hell was going on? Was there a fire in the building or something?

I managed to step into some pajama pants before stumbling, shirtless, to the front door. And then I looked through the peep hole.

Ah, HELL.

I pulled away quickly, but Melody just started yelling "I KNOW you're in there, Jeff! I saw you blocking the light in the peep hole!"

Rolling my eyes, I unlatched and then unlocked the door, pulling it open.




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 03



"Hi, sweetie!" Melody's face was bubbly and she leaped into my arms with a warm hug.

I staggered back under her weight as she pecked my cheek, confused beyond belief. Melody had spun on a dime from righteous rage to bubbly cute. She was good at doing that. I held her away from me as if she was radioactive and looked her right in her face. "You're bipolar, you know that?"

She shrugged. "I brought you breakfast!" She held up bagels and a coffee caddy with two cups on it. 

Smiling widely, the bouncing bottle-blonde handed me a cup and then flounced over to my table, sitting down in a chair and clearly expecting me to sit with her.

"Mel, do you know what time it is?" I asked as I walked over, my brain still not processing at full speed just yet.

"Yeah, almost seven. Don't you normally get up soon?"

"The operative word is 'soon'. As in... 'not yet'."

"Well, we're getting you a head start on the week."

I sat down and automatically reached for the bagel bag. "Mel, what are you doing here?"

"What? A girl can't bring her boyfriend breakfast to start the day?"

"Boyfriend? Uh, you dumped me on Saturday. Remember?"

She shrugged and waved me off like it was no big deal. I was suddenly reminded of when she bitched about me "cheating" on her with Taylor and then the next day she got herself transferred so that we could start dating publicly. I was starting to wonder if my bipolar comment wasn't more accurate than I thought.

Melody got up then and waltzed into my kitchen as if she owned the place. She'd been to my apartment many times and with casual familiarity she opened up a cabinet and got my bottle of sugar. She came back with it and popped the top on her coffee cup. "I never put in enough sugar while I'm at the coffee shop."

I sighed and then resigned myself to drinking my coffee and putting cream cheese onto my bagel. A big part of me wanted to understand what was going through Melody's head right now, understand why she'd woken me up so early by banging down my door and then immediately flipped into a homey morning as if we were an old couple getting ready for work together. But I still wasn't fully awake yet and I had no energy for such an intense kind of conversation. So I just stayed quiet and bided my time to wait until the caffeine hit me.

I was silently cursing the cheap plastic knife they'd provided for the half-frozen cream cheese when I heard the low squeak of a chair across tile. I looked up to see that Melody's chair had been shifted back, but Melody was nowhere in sight.

No sooner did I begin pondering this puzzle than I felt a cool hand tugging at my pajama pants. "The hell?" I half-crawled out of my chair, which ended up giving Melody just the opportunity she needed to pull my pajamas and boxers down my ass and to my knees.

And then with a firm grip, she plunked me back into my chair, ducked her head into my lap, and slurped my limp noodle into her mouth while she knelt underneath the dining table.

"Melody!" I gasped.

"Mrrph," she gurgled around my cock, which was quickly rising in her talented mouth.

"What are you doing?"

She just rolled her eyes in a 'well-DUH' expression.

Immediately I thought of Kaitlyn. It's not like we were monogamous or anything. In fact, it's not like we even formally discussed being boyfriend/girlfriend or anything like that. But still, I felt like I was cheating on Kaitlyn right now.

"Mel! Please, stop. Please." I tried to pry her head off me, tugging upwards as firmly as I could without risking her teeth on my cock nor pulling hard enough to bang her head into the tabletop. It wasn't working.

"Stop. You gotta stop!"

She finally pulled away. "Why? Your cock seems to be enjoying this." And then she went right back down.

She was right about that. Melody was an expert cocksucker and the longer she kept blowing me, the more my resistance crumbled. I made a few more half- hearted attempts to brush her away, but my sluggish mind wasn't working well enough to let me focus on anything but the pleasure.

"Ohhh," I groaned involuntarily.

Melody smiled and simply worked even harder.

After about five minutes, I was slumped in my chair, coffee and bagels and Kaitlyn forgotten. My eyelids were heavy, and while my hands were still on Melody's head, they simply held her as she bobbed and moved, doing nothing to impede her movements.

"Ohhh," I groaned again, and this time Melody slowly sunk me into the back of her throat, fighting past her own gag reflex until her lips were pressed to my base.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed as I felt the pressure in my balls come to a boil. My hips jerked, sending my cockhead into Melody's throat, gagging her so that she came up coughing. But as the head of my pecker came apart, she surrounded me once again in her hot little mouth just in time for me to start filling it with my cream.

Her right hand came up and jacked me while the cute blonde pumped more and more man juice out of me. I watched her nostrils flaring as she worked to breath while I shot over and again.

And when I was done, Melody tilted her head back, the tabletop obscuring the view of her face until all I could see was her mouth gaping wide open and the pool of my jism she'd saved right there.

In one gulp, she swallowed it all down and then showed me her empty mouth before ducking out from underneath the table with a satisfied grin on her face.

"Mmm... protein..." Melody giggled.

Melody acted as if her angry rant Saturday morning never happened. As if we were still under our original agreement: dating, open relationship, no pressure. Technically that meant I could fuck Kaitlyn or Charlotte or Taylor or whoever on the side and I was still dating Melody.

But I wanted more than that... with Kaitlyn. And to do that, *I* might be the one who needed to break up with Melody.

But it was still early. The caffeine still hadn't hit me yet and while orgasms are wonderful, they only help turn the brain into mush. Melody and I needed to have a long talk...

...later. For now, I just needed to clean up and get ready for work.

And so began the most intense and life-changing day of my life.

***

"Hey! Kaitlyn, it's so good to hear from you!" I rocked my desk chair back and put my feet up on the desk. Running my fingers through my hair, I exhaled and felt a wave of tension roll off of me. It's amazing what the sweet sound of a woman's voice can do for a man when he's falling in love.

"Hi, Jeff!" The teenager giggled. Her voice made me feel like a kid myself again. "Are you busy for lunch?"

"Even if I was, I'd make the time for you."

"Aww, you're so sweet. Well, I AM in the area. Would you like to meet up?"

"Sure thing! Name the place and I'll be there."

Two minutes later, I was on my way out the door, saying, "Erica, I'm heading out to lunch early."

"Got it, boss." The brunette nodded as I left and went right back to work. She was efficient, as always.

The elevator ride down to the lobby was interminable. I did my best to remain calm, but there was a giddy energy inside of me that made me want to start dancing. After spending my first serious time away from Kaitlyn since we discovered we really wanted to be together, I was so relieved she seemed to still feel the same way.

When we stopped at the second floor to pick up more passengers, I thought I was about to DIE.

'Why the hell aren't you taking the stairs you lazy sonofabitch!' I thought to the executive with the big beer gut who boarded the elevator car at the second floor.

Finally, I landed and was heading for the main doors in a barely controlled fast- walk.

"Hey, Jeffie!" With expert coordination, a soft hand slipped into mine and I caught a flash of blonde hair as I turned in surprise.

"Mel! What are you doing here?" Was the girl stalking me now? I slowed down as Melody fell into sync with me as we approached the main doors. Automatically, I held the door for her as she went through and then pulled me out onto the sidewalk with her.

"Going to lunch with you!"

I stopped dead in my tracks. My jaw waggled a few times before I managed to croak. "Wha-? No, no. I'm meeting... someone... for lunch."

She nodded with her mouth in a firm line. "I figured. And I'm going with you."

"Melody, you can't just invite yourself along."

"Well, I just did."

"Mel, we talked about this. I don't own you. You don't own me. You can see whomever you want and I'm not going to interfere. That goes both ways."

"You're meeting the blonde teenager, right? The one you were with Friday?" She didn't have to wait for me to answer verbally. She saw it in my eyes.

I sighed. "Her name is Kaitlyn."

"Whatever. I'm going with you. Try to walk away from me and I'll follow you."

"Mel, that's insane!"

"No, it's just a fact," Melody stated sternly. "So now you have a choice. Either you cancel and tell her you're eating lunch with your girlfriend or you go and I WILL be coming with you."

Neither option sounded very appetizing. But what other choice did I have? Break up with her here on the street?

As if reading my mind, Melody flatly said, "Even if you dump me right now, Jeff, I'm following you wherever you go."

I stopped dead in my tracks, looking at my ex-administrative assistant in confusion and with a healthy dose of fear. Right now, Melody seemed capable of *anything*. I wouldn't have been surprised if she pulled out a handgun and shot me where I stood.

So sighing, I nodded. Kaitlyn, Melody, and me all in one place. I only hoped Melody wouldn't make a scene.

***

-- KAITLYN --

I was absolutely buzzing with excitement. I'd never known that falling in love could feel so... so thrilling! So energizing! And yet, so heartbreaking. After Saturday's party, Jeff and I had holed up together and barely left each other's side for a full 24-hours. Daddy was immediately suspicious that I was seeing a boy since I stayed out of the house for so long, but he was always suspicious of me.

The sex with Jeff was incredible, of course. But more than that, I'd never realized how much pleasure could be had just from being nearby to someone you were falling for. I'd cuddled... some... Usually it was just nice to feel the hot skin of your lover beside you. But I never knew that sleeping in Jeff's arms could be so amazingly wonderful!

And then last night, sleeping alone felt like the worst punishment I could imagine. Stupid parents. Why couldn't he be with me? Why couldn't he ALWAYS be with me?

But he would be here soon. He would walk in the door, he would look at me adoringly, and my heart would melt while my panties got wet and I would fling myself headlong into the whirlwind of young love and simply enjoy being near him once again.

I heard the door jingle and glanced up, hope floating my heart up into my throat. 

Nope. Some elderly Jewish couple. I sighed and went back to stirring my iced tea.

The door jingled again and I looked up, and THIS time my face broke into a wide smile as I saw him. Funny... he looked even cuter than I remembered. Maybe I was becoming biased, but while he wasn't classically handsome, I found myself longing to rub my hand on his cheeks and gaze into his twinkling eyes.

Jeff's head swiveled, looking around for me. And when he saw me his face lit up and that adoring look came into his eyes. If he asked me to marry him right then I would have gleefully said 'YES!'

But then his face fell, and rather nervously he looked back at the bottle-blonde following him into the café. She was very pretty, and her hawk-like eyes followed his gaze and then her dark eyebrows tilted inwards venomously when she saw me.

What the hell was he bringing a girl with him for?

Quickly, Jeff walked up to the table and I stood to greet him. There was an awkward pause as I fought off my desire to launch myself into his arms and shove my tongue down his throat. In the end, we exchanged a stiff hug as I looked questioningly into his eyes. "Hi, Jeff. Who's your friend?"

"I'm Melody," the girl said sweetly and smiled, although I could hear the edge in her voice. "Jeff's girlfriend."

I THINK I managed to keep the surprise off my face. "Girlfriend? Oh... uh, pleased to meet you." I held my hand out to shake and simultaneously shot a glance at Jeff.

He sighed as he we all took our seats. "You're not my girlfriend, Mel. You dumped me, remember?"

"Pssht. I was never serious," she waved him off. "Well, aren't you going to introduce us?" She flicked her gaze to me, clearly evaluative.

As if he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, Jeff wearily gestured between us. "Melody, this is Kaitlyn. She's a friend of Taylor's and an architecture student at Columbia. I believe Erica mentioned that she stopped by last Friday to take a look at the plans."

"A student, hmm." Melody said discerningly. "How old are you?"

"A woman never tells," I responded with a slight chill in my voice. Now that I'd gotten over my initial surprise at Melody's presence, I felt like I was being subtly insulted.

"Well, to look at you I'd have to say you were still a teenager." She swiveled to Jeff. "Robbing the cradle now, are we? She IS legal, isn't she?"

"What? Are you going to report me?" Jeff said in a slightly exasperated voice. Clearly, he wasn't comfortable with Melody here. For a moment, I wondered if she really was his girlfriend and he was trying to hide me from her. If so, that just made him a two-timing jerk worried that he'd finally been caught red-handed.

But the way he was looking at me made me think that wasn't the case. Rather than having a pleading look in his eyes that I don't blow his cover, he looked apologetic that I was being dragged into something that perhaps didn't involve me. That, plus his previous "dumped" comment.

"So Melody, have you two been dating long?"

"About six months," she answered at the same time Jeff repeated "We're NOT".

Melody fluttered her eyes at Jeff with an aww-poor-confused-baby expression on her face. "Jeff was my boss. I was his admin. We've been intimate together for six months. Those are facts you can't deny, right?" she asked Jeff.

Resignedly, he nodded. I felt a chill come over my heart.

"And recently we agreed to start dating. I changed jobs so our intimacy wouldn't interfere with our working relationship. And we agreed to be boyfriend/girlfriend. That's all true as well, right?"

Jeff sounded defensive. "That's true, but that's not the whole story."

"Oh, Jeffie," Melody patted his shoulder. "We shouldn't bore her with the details."

"And... Kaitlyn, right? You two have been getting... intimately involved?" Melody quickly asked me in her sweet/edgy voice again.

I looked to Jeff, not sure what he was thinking or what he might want me to say. My mind was a jumbled mess. One moment, I'd been happily eager to see him and pick up our romance where we'd left off. The next I was feeling defensive in front of his ostensible girlfriend. "Only recently." I looked at him as if to say 'what- the-hell-is-going-on?'

"No need to feel embarrassed, Kaitlyn. My man here is quite skilled. I know very well how happy he can make a woman. You see... we have an open relationship. He's free to spread his love to cute, young things like yourself. Just as long as you understand," Melody's voice dropped. "*He's mine.* Okay?"

For a second I felt like my heart was being ripped out of me. I'd thought that Jeff was falling in love with me, too. But was he just using me? He wouldn't be the first man. Right after the whole John-Kwong-pregnant fiasco I'd dated two other older men who just used me as a teenage plaything. And Jeff couldn't deny Melody's assertions that they'd started a dating relationship and that he was her boyfriend. That made ME the "other woman". My lower jaw quivered and Jeff looked like he was ready to die as he buried his forehead in his hand.

And then I caught the look on Melody's face. She seemed... triumphant. Like she'd won. And then I realized, there was MUCH more to this than she was letting on.

Jeff had been screwing Taylor. And Taylor certainly had never met Melody; else she would have mentioned it to me. This meant that for some reason, Melody felt the need to meet me and establish some dominance over me.

That meant Melody felt threatened by me. That meant Jeff really did have feelings for me.

And that thought gave me strength.

I straightened my spine and cocked my head, coolly evaluating Melody. The older girl noticed my new posture and became more alert, the self-satisfied smirk on her face evaporating.

"Well," I began in the same sweetly venomous voice Melody had been using. "I'm glad we got a chance to meet, Melody. I must admit, Jeff is AMAZING in bed and it's quite a relief to know you are open to letting me borrow him every once in awhile." I batted my eyes prettily.

Ooh, Melody smelled a catfight. And with her genteel veneer in place, she smiled sweetly. "Oh, it's no problem. Jeff is a wonderful man and at those times I have no further use for him, I'm only too happy to share my bounty with the little people."

Now I knew I was being insulted. She was a freakin' secretary and she was trying to condescend to me. "Well, what can I say? Young people like me have too many hormones and not enough sense to keep out of trouble. I'm happy I can let out all that energy on a trustworthy man like Jeff. You're lucky to have found someone who can keep up with you AND satisfy a horny teenaged nymphomaniac like me at the same time. There are times I just want to stay in bed and bring me and my man to orgasm over and over again for hours on end."

I dropped my voice to a conspiratorial whisper and leaned forward. "When he fucked my ass, I felt like melting. My orgasms were incredible."

Jeff's eyes were pingponging back and forth between us, looking even more confused than ever.

"You let him fuck your..." Melody flustered for a second before schooling her features. "Well, I do have him well-trained. After all, what kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't make sure my man didn't learn all he could? I'm happy that *my man* was able to please you."

"Oh, he does. Anyways, it's good for me that he already has you for a girlfriend. The last thing I want is to make a man fall in love with me... again..." I bobbed my head like such an event took place frequently and was of SUCH an annoyance.

I smiled and continued. "I'm sure you make him so happy that he'd never dream of wanting to lose the strong emotional bond you've formed together. You must feel SOOO comfortable and secure in your relationship to let him have some playtime on the side. After all, men have their urges and it's very healthy of you to acknowledge that and give him the freedom to release his lust. I know from personal experience that a man's dick will inevitably find someone else's pussy whether you try and tie him down or not. So establishing the openness of your relationship was definitely the right way to go."

"Uh, thanks..." Melody said with some confusion. I don't think she was expecting me to take my compliments in that direction.

I was on a roll. "So, I'm happy to know you're confident enough in your relationship that you aren't threatened by me. I've got an itch that just really needs to be scratched and Jeff is sooo good at scratching it, so I WILL be around quite often to take advantage of your... openness... to the relationship. But don't worry. I understand that he's yours and I would *never* do anything unless I knew it was okay with you."

"Uh-huh." Melody wasn't quite tracking me.

"Great! Well, anyways, I just remembered that I'm meeting Taylor downtown. You guys go ahead and have your lunch. The teriyaki chicken is REALLY good here." I stood up. "Melody, it was nice to meet you."

I pecked Jeff on the cheek while he looked at me as if I'd sprouted horns. "Jeff, I'll see you later. Call me."




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 03



And like a whirlwind, I blew out of the café. Only once I got outside did I let a grin spread onto my face. Jeff and I were still going to need a LONG talk to figure out what the heck was going on and to give me the full story on what the deal was between him and Melody.

But for now, at least, I had the upper hand.

***

-- JEFFREY --

Well THAT was weird.

One minute, I'm wincing in pain as Melody rattles off all the verbal commitments we'd made to each other while I freak out that Kaitlyn's never going to want to talk to me again and walk away before I can explain.

The next minute, Kaitlyn has simultaneously expressed a lack of interest in getting serious with me and also managed to get what sounded like a green light from Melody, my "girlfriend", to keep on fucking me.

I know all men are slightly clueless, but sometimes I really wish I could be better at figuring out what the hell was going on. Something in the back of my head told me that much more had been exchanged between Kaitlyn and Melody than I'd caught, but I didn't know enough to understand exactly WHAT they'd communicated to each other.

Melody wasn't much help. She simply went about ordering her food and then we lapsed into relative silence.

It was possibly the quietest lunch I'd ever had with her.

***

Melody was still quiet and lost in her thoughts as we returned to the office. We rode up the elevator in silence, and just before we reached our floor, she slipped her hand into mine.

Her touch felt so comfortable and casual that at first I barely noticed. We stepped out and immediately saw the receptionist, who merely smiled at us as if we were just another loving couple returning from lunch together.

At first, we walked together down the hallway towards our respective workplaces. Melody had already begun her new duties, but when we came to the intersection where she normally would have turned to go to her new desk, instead, Melody gripped my hand even tighter and turned in the opposite direction.

I was about to open my mouth and ask what was going on when Melody quickly looked around, confirmed no one was looking in our direction, and then before I knew it she'd pulled me into the janitorial closet.

"Melody!" I hissed to my ex-assistant, but then she slammed me into the only open wall amongst the racks of cleaning products and individually-wrapped toilet paper rolls.

"Fuck me, Jeffie," she husked from an inch away, her hands already busy at my pants.

"Now?" I looked at her wide-eyed.

"Just a quickie," she growled. "I haven't had you since last Wednesday." She dropped my pants and shorts to my ankles and then tugging upwards at the hem of her pencil skirt. Once she got the tight fabric to her hips, she pulled the crotch of her thong panties to the side while her right hand started jacking my cock, but I wasn't rising right away.

"But you've had others since last Wednesday," I said somewhat coldly.

"And so have you," she half-snarled right back at me. Frustrated that I wasn't immediately erect, the cute blonde dropped to her knees and promptly inhaled my prick.

I groaned and let my head loll back as Melody's talented mouth worked me over. A part of me didn't want to do this. Something felt... *wrong*... between us. Something that had to be fixed. Ever since that first hookup with Taylor, which felt like ages ago, it was like Melody had become a different person. And it was hard to still feel now what I felt for the old Melody before.

Nevertheless, she was quite the cocksucker and without any help from me, she had my cock at full mast. Standing up quickly, she lifted her right leg and automatically I scooped her up in my hands. She was already gushing wet and she whimpered again, "Fuck me, Jeffie..."

I slotted into position and then with the burn just starting into my forearms, I lowered her body while my dick ascended upwards into her wonderfully familiar pussy.

This wasn't the first time we'd used this janitorial closet for a quickie. Once I was fully embedded, I hefted her over to one of the racks and settled Melody's ass onto its edge. Once the cool metal was supporting her weight, I was able to hold her hips and start thrusting. Her legs scissored around my back and she clutched me tightly to her as we energetically started fucking each other.

So much had changed in the span of little more than a month. Back then, it had been only me and Melody. Now, there was so much more standing between us: Kaitlyn, Taylor, Charlotte, and Richie Solomon even. We used to be so free with each other. I used to know what Melody was thinking and we had a comfort and trust with each other that extended into a perfectly harmonious working relationship.

Things were just so much simpler back when we were just fuck-buddies and there was no one else around.

As if on the same wavelength, Melody leaned in until our foreheads were pressed together. We were both looking down and panting as our hips continued to drive towards one another over and again. I groaned feeling the intense pleasure radiating through my body from my cock as it pushed in and out of Melody's tight tunnel.

But Melody was crying. I saw the tears rolling down her face as she whispered, "What happened? What happened to us?"

"I don't know," I grunted. "Things change. We changed." Despite the heaviness of our moods, the pleasurable feelings running through me kept my cock hard. Melody simply felt too damn good.

"Why? I wish we'd never changed. I wish we could have always stayed the same. The way we were. I miss that."

"Doesn't work that way, Mel. Life is change. And I couldn't be your fucktoy forever."

She shuddered and clutched my shoulders tighter. "You never complained. And you didn't seem to mind when Taylor wanted to make you a fucktoy."

I grunted as the sensations spurred me to speed up. Melody was huffing and panting erotically even while her tears kept rolling. "Taylor... ugh... Taylor never got jealous."

"Didn't I have a right to be jealous? You were mine!"

"I'm not yours, Mel. I never was. That's the commitment you never wanted."

"It's not fair." She sniffled and clutched my shoulders. "It's your fault. You never told me I needed your commitment. I just thought I already had it."

"It doesn't matter now, Mel."

"You're going to leave me for her, aren't you?"

I was. I was falling for Kaitlyn. I sighed and looked away. "Mel..." I began slowly.

"No!" she screeched, louder than I would have liked. Someone might have heard her. And then Melody lunged off the shelf, wrapping all four limbs around me and causing me to scramble just not to drop her.

Melody's weight pulled her downward and thrust my cock as deeply as I could go into her pussy. And with a wicked gleam in her eyes she started to MOVE.

Her hips were stationary as I staggered to regain my balance and put her back on the shelf. No, Melody was moving *inside* her pussy. Her inner muscles clenched and released and rolled in some incredible pattern that felt absolutely exquisite on my cock. I couldn't help but groan at the sensation and once I got her butt onto the ledge, she began rolling her hips to fuck me harder.

"Mel..." I pleaded as the feelings started to overwhelm me, but I was already in her grasp. The pleasure was taking over and I felt helpless beneath Melody's physical onslaught.

"Mel..." I tried again. I realized that my feelings for Kaitlyn were more than just lust. I realized that despite my reluctance to separate from such an intimately close friend like Melody, it really was for the best. I realized that I needed to break things off with Melody before I hurt her even more.

But I couldn't help it. As if I was trapped in a swirling vortex, Melody's expert lovemaking sucked me down the path of no return and she clamped her teeth onto my neck as her entire body pulled and pushed me in and out of her quaking pussy.

"Oh, fuck," I groaned. "Oh, fuck..."

"Yes... CUM..." Melody growled. "Cum in me, boss," she whispered. "Fill your sexy secretary with all your spunk."

My hips jerked and then I was doing as Melody demanded, blasting my load to splatter against her innards and coat the walls of her pussy with my creamy, white juice. "Ohhh..." I groaned and jerked again, firing away, and then my hips kept shuddering as I blasted shot after shot into Melody's tight body.

When I was done, I sagged against the rack with my forehead against Melody's shoulder. She patted my back and whispered, "Good boy..."

Wearily, I managed to stand up and pull myself out of my ex-admin's saturated pussy. She opened a pack of paper towels and tidied herself up while I simply tried to catch my breath. Before I could pull my pants up, she bent over and suckled me into her mouth, slurping up our combined juices before patting me with a fresh paper towel. And then Melody even helped zip up my pants.

"Aww..." she clucked at my neck, and I realized I must have a sizeable hickey there. "Go back to work," she said sweetly. "I'll see you later."

And with that, Melody popped the door and slipped out.

***

If Erica noticed the hickey, she didn't comment. I gave her a set of new tasks and then tried to wall myself in my office. My mind kept drifting. What the hell was I going to do about Melody?

How could I break things off and get a fresh start with Kaitlyn?

Did I even deserve Kaitlyn? Did she want me? And if she didn't want me, shouldn't I STILL break things off with Melody? That relationship simply wasn't healthy.

And what was I feeling for Kaitlyn? Was it real? Was I just frustrated with Melody's bipolar outbursts and passive-aggressive clinginess? Kaitlyn was just a kid. She was six years younger than me, still a teenager, and still in college! Physically, sexually, that was a very GOOD thing. But romantically... could it be for real?

And still the Melody thing wasn't resolved. But I knew what I wanted. I knew WHO I wanted. I HAD to see her again. I had to take the risk and put myself out on the limb. Deep in my heart, I knew it wasn't a risk at all. So I called her.

"Hello!" Kaitlyn bubbled into the phone.

"Hi..." I drawled, feeling a lot of tension melt away merely at the sound of her voice. "It is SOOO good to hear you," I said.

"Mmm... you too."

"Look, about Melody. I'm really sorry about lunch."

"Don't be. I get it. Well, I don't get all of it. But I think that's something we're going to need to discuss at some point."

"We will," I agreed. And then almost hurriedly, I began, "Look, Kaitlyn, I need to get this out in the open. I know that the timing may not be right and maybe I should wait until we see each other in person; but I've just seen WAY to many movies where people delay what they want to say and everything goes to hell."

Kaitlyn giggled at that.

"I like you," I said seriously. "I really, really like you. I might even be falling for you."

"Ahhh..." Kaitlyn sighed, quite happily, on the other end of the line. It was a very good sign.

"I can't explain it in anything so simply. I just know when I look at you that I want to be with you. And not just the sex. I want... I want..." I searched for the right word.

"I want to ADORE you, Kaitlyn."

She hummed through the speaker and for a second I thought she just had an orgasm.

"But I've got some baggage," I said morosely. "This thing with Melody... she's right about one thing. We've had something that's not so easy to let go of. But I want to let go of it. I want to let go of her. We're together, we're not. We're dating, we're broken up. It's... it's all gotten so complicated."

"Do what you need to do, Jeff," Kaitlyn said reassuringly.

I smiled. "I'm breaking things off with her tonight. And then, I'll see you later. Can I meet you somewhere?"

"Just call me. Once you're done, I'll meet you anywhere."

***

-- KAITLYN --

He wants to adore me.

I flung myself back across my bed and stretched out. The homework sitting on my desk was forgotten.

I couldn't stop grinning and actually started giggling as I rolled around in my own sheets. He wants to adore me!

I'm in love.

I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love.

I have to tell somebody!

I quickly got up and grabbed my purse and jacket. I headed for the front door, passing by Daddy's maid. "I'm going out for a while," I told her as I left.

Sure, I could have used the ladder. But as often as possible, I left out the front door and went upstairs the normal route, especially when my parents weren't around and therefore I didn't need to sneak past them.

I found Taylor in the Master Suite, lounging on a couch while idly watching Celebrity Sightings.

"I'm in love!" I said gleefully. 

Taylor put her water glass down and arched an eyebrow at me while I bounced into the room.

I laughed crazily as I spun around a full 360. "And he loves me too! I know it!"

Taylor chuckled at my overeager teenaged energy and she simply opened her arms to me. I launched into her, wrapping myself up in her hug.

"I'm happy for you, kiddo," she patted my back. "He's a good guy."

I couldn't wait until Jeff called to meet me. Then everything would be perfect.

***

-- JEFFREY --

"Hi, Mel."

"Jeffie! What brings you out here into the wilderness?" Melody stretched her arm across the sea of cubicles. "Want another quickie in the janitor's closet?"

"No, no," I waved her off. "I wanted to invite you to dinner. It's been a while since our last date," I said calmly. "Are you busy tonight?"

"Too busy for you? Never," she said with heartfelt emotion.

I blushed and glanced down, guilt eating away at me. Melody did seem so attached to me, and for a moment I felt like the biggest jerk in the world. The 'date' idea was just a ruse to get her to go out with me. I was hoping to get her somewhere public so she *might* not make a scene when I told her we needed to break up for real.

But I just put on a forced smile and said, "I'll see you after work. Come by my office when you clock out."

She nodded and I quickly turned away.

***

I held the door and let Melody slide in first, and then hopped in after her.

I leaned forward to give the cabbie the name of the restaurant where I'd made reservations. But before I could do so, Melody had already leaned over the seat and given him the address to her apartment.

"Mel, what about our date?"

"What? So we can talk and flirt and blah-blah-blah," she said with her head bobbing side-to-side as if talking was the LAST thing she wanted to be doing. As if to punctuate her point, her hand slid over my crotch. "This afternoon was just a quickie. I want the full enchilada tonight."

"Mel..." I started and tried to remove her hand from my lap. So much for my idea of a public place where she couldn't make a scene. Still, a clean break needed to be done, in her apartment if need be.

Melody giggled as she continued her attempts to grope me while I tried to fend her off without attracting too much attention from the driver. She laughed herself silly and then just leaned against my shoulder.

Sighing heavily she closed her eyes and wrapped herself around my arm. All went quiet in the cab for a minute.

"I miss you, Jeffie."

"Hmm?" I looked over at her.

"I miss working with you. I get so lonely in the cubicle farm. I don't know that many people around me and they're all working on different things. And they've got me doing nothing but busywork all day. I miss your projects. I miss feeling like part of the team."

"Well, as good as Erica is, I have to admit that it's not the same without you up front," I mused.

She sighed heavily. "I used to get to see you every day, talk to you every day. My old boyfriend, I'd actually get sick of seeing him every day after a while. But you? Never. There was no pressure. We chatted, we flirted, and if something happened then something happened. But you never demanded that I 'service' you. You never needed to know where I was every second of every day. Not like that controlling jerk. You were the perfect boyfriend."

"Because I WASN'T your boyfriend."

She went quiet for a long while. "You were to me..."

Melody sighed again. "I know you think we've only been together since last Tuesday. But for me... I feel like we've been a couple for the entire six months."

"Mel, we never talked about anything like that. Hell, I rarely ever even saw you on the weekends."

Melody's eyebrows canted to the sides and she leaned into me. "But we were together every day during the weekdays. And we were having sex more than half of those days. How many dating couples do you think can say they have sex three, four days a week?"

"But that was it. We got to an apartment, did our thing for thirty minutes and then left."

She smiled. "That's because we did all our talking at work. How many dating couples do you think can say they talk to each other for eight, nine hours every day?"

I looked out the window. The emotions I was feeling for Melody were only going to make breaking up with her harder. "Not many," I said softly.

But all my old frustrations came back to me. "Still, you say you'd never be too busy for me. Well NOW you make the time, now that there are actually other women in my life. Before, half the time I wanted to go out you were either 'busy' or 'not interested'. We went out and we screwed on your whim. I had no say in the matter."

Melody went quiet for a long moment. And then as we turned down the final street to her apartment building, she said quietly. "I'm sorry, Jeff. I'm sorry I took you for granted. I'm sorry I believed in my head that you were my boyfriend without discussing it with you. I'm sorry I got so jealous of Taylor and Kaitlyn. I'm sorry for screaming at you for having sex when I gave you express permission to do so. I'm sorry for being so afraid of commitment and screwing poor saps like the mail room intern and Richie Solomon just to try and prove to myself I wasn't in love with you."

She whimpered and snuggled herself closer to my shoulder. "I need to say sorry now because I'm scared that I'm already too late. You see, I love you, Jeff. And I'm afraid that I'm going to lose you now."

And then the car stopped. We had arrived.

***

Melody unlocked the door to her apartment and we quietly went inside. We weren't locked together in a passionate french kiss and we weren't hurrying off to the bedroom to shed our clothes and get frisky. Despite Melody's earlier comments about skipping past the food and the flirting to get straight to the sex, neither of us seemed in the mood right at the moment.

Melody went straight to the living room and sat on the couch. She grabbed a hair clip and tucked her blonde hair back before planting an elbow on the backrest and resting her head against her open palm.

I took the seat beside her, but not too close. We sat there in silence for a few minutes, still digesting the heavy words that hung in the air:

'I love you, Jeff.'

Melody had said them, but I scarcely believed I heard them. Everything I had ever known about Melody's emotions towards me had pointed to lust, affection maybe, but nothing more than that. She was horny, she loved to flirt, and she was rather possessive of me once she found out I might actually dare to sleep with another woman. But love?

Were these some buried feelings she'd suppressed until she had no choice but to let them out? Or was this a ploy to keep her hooks in me and simultaneously prevent me from leaving her for someone else?

And if it was real, what should I do?

I still hadn't managed to answer any of those three questions for myself when Melody inhaled and readied herself to say something. I looked over, half-afraid to hear what she had to say. 

"You were going to break up with me tonight, weren't you?"

I blinked twice in surprise. Perhaps I should have realized Melody could always read my moods.




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 03



"She seems like a nice girl. A little young, but nice. She certainly is pretty."

"Mel..."

"Come on, Jeff. You met her what... last Thursday? It's been four days. Seriously, how well could you know her? Could you really throw everything we've had away for a... a... *teenager*... you've known for four days? What kind of future is there in that?"

"Mel..."

"What does she have that I don't, Jeff?" Melody looked hurt. "Is she so much prettier than me? Is it because she's taller? Younger? Or a natural blonde?"

I screwed my face up in a 'huh?'-expression.

"No, no. That wouldn't be you. Sure, you like 'pretty' but you're not that shallow." She sighed and looked away. "Is it because I pushed you away?" Melody started crying and she bit her lower lip. "Is it because I started becoming a bitch about it?"

I reached out and touched her leg, pulling Melody's attention right to me as she fought back the tears. "Mel, it's no specific thing. I can't point to any one event and say 'That's why'."

"Then WHY?" she wailed and then choked off the sound.

"It's hard to explain. I just... *feel* it... with her. And with you Mel, there was always affection... but..." I scrunched up my face, trying to put into words what I felt in my heart. "But Mel, I never thought you cared. We had lots of chances to take things to the next level, and we never took them. I never thought you would feel anything more for me than... than 'convenient dick'."

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault. You asked me... more than once..." Melody started whimpering and she put both hands on top of the one I was holding against her leg. "Little things: you wanted to sleep overnight; you wanted to see me on a Saturday."

Melody shuddered as the control she had over her tears finally broke and she started sobbing. "I blew it. I was afraid. I didn't want to be in love again. I didn't want to be tied down. So many chances with you and I never took them. And now I'm losing you."

"Hey, what's so special about me? I'm just another guy, Melody. There are plenty of them out there." I frowned and some of my old frustration came back again. "You certainly screwed a bunch of them."

A hateful glare briefly flashed in Melody's eyes. I grimaced at the unkind comment and looked down. "See... I'm not so great. I can hurt you just as much as anyone."

She exhaled and rubbed my hand against her leg. "No, you're right. Most men would have called me a slut fifty times by now. You never seriously protested. You gave me my freedom. The only times you ever brought it up was when I tried to forbid you from fucking someone else. And maybe that's why. For six months, Jeffie, you cared about me in your own way. It was like I had the perfect boyfriend. We never fought. The sex was incredible. And you never judged me. I could trust you. I... I started having feelings for you."

"Me, too. But it's too late now." I thought of Kaitlyn. She was waiting for me.

"Why does it have to be too late? Can't we start over? Don't you still have the same feelings for me you did a few weeks ago?" Melody's tears were drying up and she leaned in towards me.

"Mel... I can't help how I feel. And I'm honestly falling for Kaitlyn. I'm sorry."

Melody leaned in ever closer, her lips parted in a light pant and her gaze bored straight into me. "I love you, Jeffie," she said softly but sensuously. Her eyes were luminous and intense.

For a moment, I remembered how beautiful Melody could be and I remembered all the affection I felt for her. She brought her hand up and she placed her palm against my face, stroking gently.

"Six months... six months of incredible sex and hours upon hours of intimate knowledge with each other, Jeffie. We can build on that. I've fallen in love with you these past six months. And I KNOW you've had feelings for me. Let's see where we can go together. I'll stop screwing other guys. Just you and me. The way you always wanted it."

Melody's nose was touching mine now and her husky voice echoed in my mind. Wasn't it what I'd always wanted? Even together, Melody would always give me the time to focus on my work and my career. She understood me, she understood my life. She'd lived it beside me for this long already. Was I really going to take the risk and start something with a 19-year-old girl who might very well be clingy and demanding?

Taking my relationship to the next level with Melody made sense. Most in the office already knew we were dating. It would just be a natural extension of the relationship we'd already fostered together these past months. And all that animosity and tension these past couple weeks between us would go away. We could be happy again.

All my overthinking evaporated the moment the sweet taste of Melody's lips met my own. With one hand Melody still stroked my cheek and with her other she pulled my head tightly to her own. I inhaled sharply, happily taking in her familiar scent and I heard her moan into my mouth even as our tongues met and danced together.

And I let the pleasure of Melody's kiss take me away.

***

-- KAITLYN --

I set the blow dryer down and leaned forward into the mirror, making sure the waves in my hair were absolutely perfect. Half of my makeup kit was strewn across the countertop as I searched for EXACTLY the right combination.

I didn't just want to be pretty. I wanted to take his breath away.

I giggled to myself as I carefully arranged my breasts and adjusted the straps of my bra. I was quite proud of my beauties. I knew from personal experience that they could stop a man in his tracks from across the street. But there was only one head I wanted turning tonight.

Taylor had sat me down and cautiously explained the dangers of falling so hard so fast. Not counting the brief glance in the smoothie shop, I'd really only met Jeff four days ago. And yes, we practically never left each other's side from Saturday night to Sunday evening. But there was scant little I knew of the man.

But what I knew was enough. I KNEW he loved me. I could see it in his eyes. And when he couldn't restrain himself from blurting on the phone how he wanted to adore me, I knew I'd found my own version of John Kwong.

So he wasn't that rich. That was okay. He was successful enough already and he was still young with plenty of ambition. So he wasn't that tall or handsome or had a monster cock. He was a good man and he adored me. That was all I ever wanted.

I'd had enough of preening assholes who thought their family's money made my pussy their birthright. I'd had enough of Daddy's middle-aged business associates trying to cop a feel of my ass.

I could be my own woman. I could have my own success. Taylor taught me that. True, she ended up marrying a billionaire, but she'd forged her own career before that. And while she was gorgeous, she was far from just a trophy wife.

I didn't want to be a trophy wife anymore. I wanted to be in LOVE. All I really needed for that was a man who truly loved ME. And now I'd found him. Love at first sight really DID exist.

Sitting nervously, I eyed my cell phone, which was innocently sitting on the counter.

Soon it would ring. Soon he would be coming to love me. Soon I would see that look in his eyes. And everything in my world would be perfect.

***

-- JEFFREY --

"Mel..." I moaned.

"Don't talk," Melody husked as she whipped her top over her head and then planted her lips back on me. She'd already removed my shirt a few minutes before. I felt her fumbling for a second and then when she leaned into my body again, I could feel the hard points of her bare nipples pressing into my chest.

"Ohhh..." I groaned knowing Melody's unbound tits were rubbing against me. And then with her tongue still lodged in my mouth, her hands went lower and started fiddling with the clasps of my pants.

My own hands had already hiked Melody's skirt up to her hips and I knew that once she freed my rock-hard cock, all it would take would be for Melody to slide the strap of her panties to the side and then I would be buried inside her personal slice of heaven.

I groaned in anticipation. Melody had always been an incredible lover. I knew it from many, many ecstatic couplings with her. And with such a dynamic nympho writhing in my lap, someone with whom I had had history and someone who had already pledged her love for me, why did I need Kaitlyn?

My eyes snapped wide open. And my world crystallized.

I loved Kaitlyn. It was irrational, but it was real. I couldn't explain the lightning bolts. I couldn't explain the undeniable chemistry. Melody had me wrapped around her little finger for six months. But the mere sight of Kaitlyn had me wrapped around her heart.

I couldn't explain how the precocious blonde teenager simply OWNED me. But she did. It was like my soul already knew.

Melody was blinding me in a haze of lust, but with a desperate cry, I pushed through the fog and simultaneously pushed Melody up and off me.

Just in time. She'd already gotten my dick out of my pants.

"Mel, I can't."

"Please, Jeffie," Melody reached for me again.

I was already trying to stuff my cock back into my pants, before temptation got a grip on me again. "We both knew what I was going to do tonight. One heartfelt conversation doesn't change that. I can't be with you anymore, Melody. My heart belongs to Kaitlyn."

"But what about your feelings for me?" she pleaded.

"They were what they were. I'd always had affection for you, Mel. But it was never love. If I'd been in love with you I would have fought for you as hard as I'm fighting to leave you now. What we had was 'fun'. What we had was pleasurable. But I was never more than a rebound to you, Mel. You were coming off the big breakup and you got comfortable with me. I don't pretend to know whether you really love me or not. But I think a big part of it is that you were comfortable. I was reliable. You could trust and depend on me."

I found my shirt and pulled it on while Melody shrunk back against the couch and covered her nakedness with her arms, suddenly ashamed of her nudity.

"Mel, if you really loved me you would have made a point to show it a long time ago. But I was only ever convenient sex to you. And now that you might be losing your beloved pet you're fighting it. But that's not love."

"What if I just never realized what I had until it's gone?"

I sighed and buttoned my shirt back up. "It's a nice cliché. Sometimes it means you didn't appreciate what you had enough. Sometimes it means you didn't CARE enough to appreciate it when you had it. I'm sorry Mel. But we had our chance, and now it's gone. I'm not trying to be mean. I always cared about you and I never wanted to see you hurt. But I can't keep stringing this along the way we have been."

I finished dressing and got my keys. Melody was still curled up on the couch, but she wasn't crying. Instead, she simply stared at the floor, her gaze deliberately away from me.

"I'm sorry," I said with a heavy heart. "I really am. There was a time I truly wished we could work out; but not anymore. Goodbye, Melody."

My thumb was already on the speed-dial to Kaitlyn before the door even closed behind me.

***

-- KAITLYN --

The ding went off and then I turned my shoulders and squeezed my way through the elevator doors, unable to wait until they parted a more appropriate distance. I raced down the hallway and quickly scanned each number before realizing I was heading in the wrong direction.

Cursing silently to myself, I changed direction and eventually found my way to Jeff's door.

I knocked only once before the door flew open and then I launched myself into Jeff's arms. I was a bundle of energy and he lurched under my weight as I wrapped my legs around his waist and clutched him tightly.

My mouth was an airtight seal over his, and he ended up having to tap my back to get my attention and let him breath a bit. Once freed, he swung his head around to look for a suitable landing spot and managed to stagger over to the couch.

We sat down heavily with me in his lap and I pushed my face at his once again to resume our kissing.

"Whoa, whoa, kitten!" Jeff held up his fingers to block my lips.

"I love it when you call me kitten," I blushed and tried to maneuver around his fingers.

"Must have picked it up from Taylor," he chuckled. "Hang on, hang on."

"But... I'm so horny for you," I pleaded. "I can't help it. I'm in love, Jeff. I'm in love with you. I can't believe it. I never thought I would feel this. But I'm in love. I'm in love!" I bounced up and down in his lap.

"The energy of youth," he drawled. "Seriously, we need to talk."

"Did you break up with Melody?" I asked with the first touch of hesitation in my voice.

"Yes. We're done. Because I'm falling for you too, kitten."

I squealed with glee and managed to press my tongue between his lips before he could stop me. I rubbed my firm body against his and was rewarded with a groan as his hands locked onto my asscheeks.

Then I caught the scent. He had Melody on him. He didn't quite smell like pussy, but there was a definite muskiness that I didn't recognize.

I pulled away and glared at him. "Did you have one last fuck before you broke up?"

"No!" Jeff blinked with just a hint of fear on his face. "Not quite..." he sighed. "She wanted to. She wanted to convince me not to break up with her. And she got pretty hot and heavy. But we didn't."

"Cute girl like that throwing herself at you and you said 'no'? What kind of a man are you?"

Then Jeff gave me that Look. You know, the one I love so much. "I'm a man who's in love with you."

I squealed again in happiness and started tugging at his clothes. "I promise we'll talk later. Right now, there is NOTHING that's going to stop me from fucking you."

"Hey, I've already proven I can say 'no' to a hot girl throwing herself at me," he chuckled.

"Not when the hot girl is ME." I growled as I got his pants unbuckled and then yanked them down to his knees. "I own you now, Jeffrey Lee," I growled with my teeth bared. "You're mine!"

*** 

-- JEFFREY --

"I own you now, Jeffrey Lee. You're mine!"

And I was. This was love. I belonged to Kaitlyn and she belonged to me. When Melody had claimed ownership of me my first instinct was to feel annoyed and restrained. Melody's idea of ownership was to control me, to restrict me within her boundaries.

But Kaitlyn, she just wanted to love me and to have my love in return. I wanted her to own me. I wanted her to have a piece of every fiber of my being.

What could I say? I was in love.

And as Kaitlyn settled downward and my upright cock began spearing its way into her heavenly pussy, I sighed happily.

"This dick is mine, Jeff," Kaitlyn giggled.

This part about being owned wasn't so bad either. Now that we had gotten to where we wanted to be: with my cock embedded inside of her, we both managed to slow down.

Kaitlyn simply took my breath away. I saw the gleam in her eyes as she watched me looking at her, from beautiful hair to perfect face and dainty nose. I leaned further back into the couch and let my eyes trail down over her bounteous chest. I'm not ashamed to say that I lingered on the swells of her breasts, and automatically my hands moved up to slowly undo the three buttons holding her sweater together.

Kaitlyn rolled her shoulders back to help me as I parted the sweater and dragged it down her arms and then dropped the garment onto the floor. She rolled her hips slightly, just to add a little more contact to the feeling of me inside her. And then she bent to focus on my buttons and divest me of my clothing as well.

We took our time undressing each other, one article at a time. After she pulled my undershirt off, I reached my hands to the front clasp of her bra. Kaitlyn smiled shyly and put her hands on mine, as if nervous to let me remove it.

It was silly, to be sure. I'd seen her naked more than a few times already. But in a way, I felt like I was with a virgin. Kaitlyn was letting someone into her soul for the first time, and with her angelic, youthful looks and near-embarrassed expression, I was filled with the want and need to protect and reassure her.

"I love you, Kaitlyn."

"I love you, too," she smiled. And with her hands on mine, she guided me to open the clasp of her bra and then those wonderful breasts spilled out into my palms.

Kaitlyn shucked the bra and then held my hands over her boobs, and slowly she leaned in to kiss me. When she pulled away, she said happily, "I am yours."

"And you, Kaitlyn Reynolds, I am yours, too."

We were still wearing too many clothes. And for some reason, I DIDN'T want to be doing this on my couch. With a firm grip on Kaitlyn's butt, I managed to get to my feet and kick off my shorts and pants. And then with her still impaled on my cock, I waddled into my bedroom. One benefit of having such a tiny apartment was that I didn't have to walk far.

After laying my angel down on the bed, I only pulled out of Kaitlyn long enough to strip her skirt and panties and remove both our shoes. And then after climbing back on top of her and with Kaitlyn cooing at me, I slid between her legs and rejoined our bodies once again.

Her feet hooked around my ankles and pressed our legs together. Her arms circled my back and held my torso along hers. My own arms locked in tight beside her shoulders, squeezing gently. We held one another and looked into each other's eyes and did our best to simply melt our bodies together into one being. This was love.

I ran my fingers over her forehead and then kissed her gently. This wasn't just lust. The animal inside was no threat to take me over. I wasn't just going to fuck a hot chick. We, Kaitlyn and I, were making love.

***

-- KAITLYN --

We were making love. I was making love with a man who loved me. I was making love with a man who adored me.

So he wasn't the wealthiest man I'd ever dated. His apartment was tiny and the carpet was cheap. But it was HIS. And I knew WE would never want for material things.

So he wasn't the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. I was proud to be on his arm and the way he looked at me was all I needed to make me feel sexy and make me horny for him.

So I barely knew the guy. He loved me. He was my soulmate. He was the counterpoint to my existence. That was all I needed to know about him. The rest didn't matter too much. We'd work it out.

And as I held his body to me while his hot, throbbing cock brought me worlds of pleasure, I cooed into his ear, "Cum in me. Cum on me. Take my mouth. Take my pussy. Take my ass. I am yours."

I put myself willingly into his hands. I knew he would not disappoint me.

I could see it in his eyes.

And when our orgasms came, when he filled that hole inside me with the liquid expression of his love, we floated away together into a world of pure bliss.

***

*ONE YEAR LATER*

-- JEFFREY --

"Jeffie, Edgar Marshall on Line 1," Melody's voice came through the speakerphone.

Melody herself looked at me through the plate glass wall separating my office from her desk. I smiled and nodded and picked up the headset, hooking it over my ear.

An hour later, the hollow rapping on the glass got my attention as Melody stepped in and then tapped her watch. "Hey boss. You'd better get going. Can't be late for something like this."

I checked the clock on my monitor and then nodded. "You should take the rest of the day off, too. Go meet up with Ryan," I grinned.

Melody blushed. "And what makes you think I'd want to be seeing Ryan again?"

"Well, Erica told me you couldn't shut up about him yesterday at O'Brien's."

Melody let a little grin creep across her face. "Hmm. Well he DOES have a bigger dick than you."

"Hey! That's grounds for sexual harassment young lady," I chuckled.

"What, are you going to report me?" She grinned.




Jeff Thousandaire Ch. 03



"Seriously. Just make sure Anders finishes the Marshall draft and then you can take the afternoon off."

"You got it, boss. Have fun tonight. I'll see you..." She shrugged. "... when I see you."

I grabbed my jacket and then headed out.

***

Two hours later I was in position, clad in a perfectly pressed tuxedo and neatly groomed as I stared down the aisle in anticipation.

John Kwong leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I STILL can't believe you went to work today."

I smiled. "SOME people have to work for a living. Besides, there's only a month left and you DO want your new place to be finished on time, don't you?"

John chuckled and agreed, "Yes I do."

The music started up and then John and I got back into position. Pachelbel's Canon in D started up and then the ceremony got started. I watched dispassionately as the three young women in bridesmaid's gowns came down the aisle while holding elaborate bouquets. Each girl was quite pretty, but my attention was further down the aisle.

And then my angel stepped into view.

She was perfect. Her exquisite face would have made the Greek Goddesses jealous with envy. Gold ringlets were piled high on top of her head. Her creamy white skin was perfectly clear. Her green eyes sparkled even from across the room. And as I looked upon her beauty, lightning bolts shot up my spine and my heart fluttered with delight.

Kaitlyn looked right at me the whole walk down the aisle.

Then at the last moment, she winked at me and then turned away to take her place beside the three bridesmaids who had preceded her.

Cassandra was the final bridesmaid down the aisle, and then the whole place stood up at attention as the Wedding March began to play.

I looked up to see the doors at the end of the aisle open and reveal Taylor, resplendent in her white gown. I sighed. My fantasy woman was about to be married. But that was okay. I didn't need fantasies anymore. I glanced to my right and found that Kaitlyn was looking to me at the exact same moment. The smile on her face matched mine.

I now had a reality.

***

NEXT: John Billionaire II: A Billionaire's Life