13 comments/ 66671 views/ 10 favorites The New Jen By: woodenstars Jen couldn't believe how quickly it had come to an end...three years with a boy who had lusted after her, had pursued her, had asked her out day after day, a relationship that she had finally given into, discovered and savored, which ended every day with optimistic speculation about their future together, about their marriage and honeymoon, about what their kids would look like. So quickly it had gone from an impossibility to a reality and then finally, again, to nothing at all. They had been only eighteen when they started dating, and now, though still only twenty-one, starting over again seemed like too daunting a task to consider, so much had she invested emotionally. She had spent her weeks crying, had tried drinking too much, even allowed herself an unsatisfying one-night-stand with a male colleague from her office. The fact of the matter was that the easy social atmosphere of high school was over and, in the rest of the world, meeting people was difficult. She had forgone university or college having, at the time, thought that her life was settled. She had her man, and she had her life before her. Schooling would have meant that she might have had to live away from him, might have found herself in a situation that might drive a wedge between them, and that was something neither of them was prepared to do. These thoughts seemed so foolish and immature in retrospect. Jen didn't hate him, she only wished she had known how he felt earlier. Hindsight can be a horrible thing to endure. Her girlfriends had been supportive throughout the breakup, supplying the requisite comments about how men were a bunch of assholes and comments about the plentitude of marine life in the sea. The bottom line was that they were all in what seemed like impenetrably solid relationships, like tourists from Jen's perspective of hardship, and their words of encouragement and empathy sounded hollow. Bars were visited, presents were bought and finally, as the months went by, Jen's friends forgot about her pain or told her to get over him. It wasn't easy. After her friends ditched she tried smoking, reading books designed to help her cope. She tried hanging out in bars and looking tough. She tried not caring. A thousand unanswered messages from her parents were housed on her answering machine. Her style gradually changed, and then changed back. When she had been in her relationship she had rarely strayed from her hooded sweatshirts and jeans, t-shirts and shorts, plain grey underwear - comfortable clothes that did little to accentuate her natural curves. It hardly had seemed to matter at the time. She wasn't advertising and anytime she wanted to feel sexual she had a warm body next to her in bed to strip for. When it all ended, her fashion began to reflect her mood: ripped tights and dirty t-shirts, her brunette hair matted with grease. She listened to and identified with punk music for the first time. As time went by she came to realize that her body, having always been a bit large in the chest and long in the legs, looked ridiculous in such adolescent clothes. She started buying skirts, dressing in trendy black tops, low-cut affairs that drew attention to her breasts. Knee-high boots and deep, red lipstick. Silky underwear, dark green bras. Her olive skin looked all the more remarkable when so suitably attired, and she began to feel the pricks of self-esteem return when she looked at herself in the mirror. For the first time since before the end of her relationship she began to notice the look in the eyes of the men around her. It was exciting, and it was terrifying. Jen realized that she was nowhere near ready to start dating again. She wasn't even sure if she remembered how. Jen let soap run down her body, the shower covering her naked back with sheets of steaming hot water. She missed the sex. Though it had become routine towards the end, perhaps one of the reasons that he left, the memory of a particular anniversary and a hot tub sprung to mind as she eased a finger into her pussy with a groan. She lifted her leg up on the edge of the bathtub and caressed her throbbing nipple with one hand while slowly increasing the friction against her clit. She remembered his cock in her mouth and how sexy it made her feel, her hands on his thighs, then her legs beside her head on the bedroom floor. Her back arched while shudders ran through her legs, mimicking her memories. The last of the soapsuds were cleansed from her breasts. With a final, intense shake, she came, her head tilted back, and wondered how long before she'd be able to share these experiences with another person. She started visiting little downtown coffee shops with a favorite book, an attempt to reinsert herself into social settings. She can remember getting into some heated discussions about politics with some college students in these areas, and hoped to meet someone new and interesting. It was the kind of place where everyone holds up the book they're reading so everyone else can see the title and the author. She ordered a salad, and settled down to her book, the cover flat against the table. Defeated or not, she was not into advertising her need for attention. It was on one of these visits that Jen met Becky. "What are you reading?" a voice came from behind her. Jen looked up into jade green eyes set in a light face framed by thick, blonde hair done in braids that hung draped over her visitor's shoulders. "Oh...um...just a novel I've read a thousand times before," Jen said quickly, looking back down at the page, hoping this intruder might leave. She was hoping a man might introduce himself, which was less likely to happen if she was sitting with another woman. Instead, the intruder sat down opposite her, putting her book and coffee down in front of her. "My name's Becky," she said. "Are you a student?" "No," Jen said, allowing a small amount of annoyance to seep into her voice. "I just figured...this is college town..." "I used to come here with...my boyfriend..." "Oh, so you're with someone...that's great! What's he like?" Jen wondered about this Becky. What was her story? Would this be the sympathetic ear she desired or another friend who might conveniently forget her when the going got tough? "It...doesn't matter," Jen said, "we're not together anymore. We broke up about six months ago." To Jen's surprise, Becky reached out and touched her hand, a jolt at the surprise of contact traveling the length of her arm. Becky looked directly into Jen's eyes, an unwavering and intense gaze. "Are you okay?" Becky asked. Jen and Becky chatted for a few minutes, trading particulars, and then the conversation truly began. Jen felt, for some reason, that Becky was genuinely interested in her story and would be there for her after her story was finished. She poured her heart out. Becky listened for an hour or more. "Wow," Becky said when Jen had finally finished, "it sounds like you've been waiting a while to get that off your chest." "It...feels good to say it..." Jen said, shyly brushing her hair behind her ear. "Thanks for listening. It hasn't been easy finding a friendly ear." "Look...Jen...I'm having a party at my house next week, and I think you should come. Just some good people and a good time. I think you need to unwind and we know how to do just that." "I think I'd like that," Jen said. Becky slid her phone number across the table and, to Jen's surprise, extended her hand towards her. "It was a pleasure meeting you," Becky said, quite formally. "...you too, Becky." And with that Becky rose to leave. Jen spent some time looking at Becky's phone number before she returned to her book. * Jen rang the doorbell, bass music lightly thumping from behind the door in front of her. She was nervous. She had changed her clothes at least a half a dozen times before finally settling on a grey skirt, a pair of understated black shoes and a sleeveless black shirt with a lacy trim that hugged her breasts. It took a moment before the door swung open, revealing Becky in an emerald green summer skirt that stopped just above her knees. Jen was taken aback by the sight of her. Becky looked fantastic, the green of her dress playfully matching her eyes. Her hair flowed smoothly over her shoulder. Before Jen could say anything, Becky took a step forward and gave her a hug. "Jen! I'm so glad you came. You're going to have a great time." "Hi Becky. You look...really great in that dress!" Becky looked at her with a sly smile. "That's sweet of you. You look very pretty yourself. Come on. Let me introduce you to some people. The evening settled easily. After a few minutes of awkward introductions, Jen poured herself a gin and tonic and sat, listening to the conversation of the other girls. About eight of them sat around the living room, some passionately debating the state of a newly democratized nation, others merely chilling to the sound of the electronic music on the stereo. Everyone was holding a wine glass, a highball, or a cigarette. As the evening matured, individual conversations emerged. Jen discovered that most of the girls were in political science or literature courses at the college. Jen poured herself another gin and tonic, and then another. Empty wine bottles lined the fireplace mantle, and the laughter gradually grew louder. A jostle at Jen's side caused her to tear herself away from a conversation about the Renaissance she was having with a girl named Kelly who studied art history. Becky gazed back at her, having slouched down beside her on the couch, her arm draping behind Jen and over her shoulder. "Hi!" Jen said, a little too enthusiastically. The gin was starting to get to her, she realized. "Do you want a tour of the house?" Becky asked, her voice a little slurred. "Sure, that would be great. It's such a nice place." "Okay girls, we'll be right back," Becky said. Jen noticed that a couple of them were smiling at Becky in a way that she couldn't quite put her finger on. It seemed she was not on the inside of an inside joke. As Becky led Jen through the kitchen, the dining room, and up the stairs to the study, Jen asked, "How do you afford such a beautiful, large house? Aren't you a college student? Do you share this with your parents?" "No, I share this house with some of the girls downstairs. The rent is manageable between so many people. People come and go as they please. And there are all sorts of other quirks." "Like what?" "Oh...you know...sharing expenses...getting to spend time together...other things." Becky led Jen out of the study and into a darker room a little down the hallway. "And this," Becky said, "is my room." A Matisse print hung above a dresser, which was next to a mirror mounted on the wall. Other than a large, queen-sized bed in the middle of the room and a couch under a long, horizontal bedroom window, it was almost bare. "It's beautiful. So simple." Becky pushed play on the stereo on her dresser top and the sound of conversation from the room below faded. "Would you like another drink?" Becky asked and she quietly closed the door. "...sure." "Have a seat on the couch over there. I'll get it." Becky opened a small chest pulled from under the bed and pulled out a micky of vodka. Stepping lightly over to Jen, she poured a shot's worth into Jen's glass before pouring herself a shot. "Bottoms up." After another couple of shots, Jen and Becky were giggling about the circumstances under which the met. Becky sat sideways on the couch, her arm again draped behind Jen. "What made you come over and introduce yourself?" Jen asked. "I don't know...just a feeling that you needed the company." "That's it?" "Well...I'll admit...there was more to it than that..." "What then?" "You...well, I feel silly on the spot like this but..." "You feel silly? But you seem so confident!" "I...well, you just looked so good, I needed to introduce myself." Jen didn't know what to say. She wished she looked as good as Becky. "I don't know what to say...that's so sweet of you...I mean, you're the beautiful one, I don't know why you'd say something like that to me..." Becky leaned in and pressed her lips to Jen's. They paused for a moment, frozen in place, Becky's eyes closed and Jen's wide open with surprise. A moment passed, and then Jen's eyes closed slowly. Their lips formed together. Becky's tongue worked the length of Jen's lower lip, and then the upper lip before pulling back. They stopped for a moment, their eyes opening as if from sleep, drunk and bedroom eyed. "That was nice," Becky said. "Yes...I just...wasn't expecting it...but yes, it was nice...I just..." "Jen." "Yes?" Becky leaned in and kissed her again, this time more forcefully. Jen wasn't sure what to think except how soft Becky's lips were against her own. This was unexpected but she couldn't deny that her eyes had been straying to Becky all night long, looking at the way her green summer dress clung loosely to her curves, the way her blonde hair fell in solid gold down her back. It had taken months for Jen to get used to making new friends, being around new people, to consider being intimate with someone new...this was pleasant...more than pleasant. It was exciting and different. Jen brought her hand to the back of Becky's head and drew her closer. She could feel her arousal building as she breathed Becky's scent, blonde hair tumbling towards her. Their tongues playfully explored each other's mouths. Jen's arms were unsure of what to do next but Becky's confidently stroked her back. Jen noticed Becky's breathing quickening as they kissed. Suddenly Becky pulled back. "What is it?" Jen asked. "I want to touch you." Jen hesitated for a moment. Becky seemed to be waiting for her approval. "Okay," she said sheepishly. Becky gently applied pressure to Jen's shoulders, forcing her to lean back against the couch in a sitting position. "Just relax," Becky whispered into her ear with a quick lick. "Close your eyes." Jen closed her eyes. She could feel Becky's fingertips on her knee, then the inside of her knee. Slowly her grey skirt was lifted slightly. Jen lifted her butt a little so it could slide more easily. She couldn't believe she was doing this! But the combination of the gin, vodka and Becky's intoxicating scent was too much. Becky's hot breath came on her ear, her tongue circling Jen's ear lobe. "Oh god," Jen whispered. She could smell the faint wisp of pussy in the air and she knew it was her excitement. Becky had pulled her skirt up around her waist so only a pair of black panties protected her. Becky's lips were on her neck and the feeling was so intense and arousing that Jen was genuinely surprised when she felt Becky pull aside her panties and slip a finger into her pussy. Becky pulled her head away from Jen's neck for a moment, but continued to slowly work her finger in and out. Jen looked at Becky and saw her staring right back, right into her eyes. "Is this your first time?" Becky asked. "With a woman." Jen was surprised by how breathless her voice sounded, from either nervousness or the building excitement in her cunt. "Don't worry. I'll make it worth it." And with that, Becky leaned in and kissed Jen while grabbing Jen's panties with her hand and pulling down. Feeling them slip down her legs and onto the floor, Jen spread her legs wider. Becky sensed the signal and pushed two fingers into Jen's pink, neatly-trimmed pussy while massaging Jen's clit with her thumb. "Oh god, Becky. That feels so good." Jen managed to say between kisses. Becky's tongue was on her neck again, and then on her collarbone. Suddenly Becky was on her knees on the floor in front of her, her mouth dipping between her legs. Jen spread her legs wider and raised her hips to meet Becky's lips. "Ohh, oh!" Jean moaned as the young college student's tongue met her clit for the first time. Becky lifted Jen's legs up onto her shoulders and Jen clutched the back of the couch behind her head. Jen had never felt sensations like these before, even when her ex-boyfriend had gone down on her. Becky was so skillful. Her tongue alternated between circling Jen's clit and taking big, vertical licks that started almost at her anus. As Becky was eating her, Jen thought back to her best sexual experiences, the memories intermingling with her desire for Becky in a sensual way. As her excitement built, Jen was brought back to the memories of the best fucks she had had, the feeling of cock in her mouth and her hands tied with silk to the bed frame. Becky was moaning into her pussy. "I'm going to cum! Oh, I'm going to cum!" Jen hissed, her hips bucking against Becky's face. Her body was wracked with an orgasm like she had never felt before, her cunt throbbing and sending a wash of pleasure throughout her whole body. The mental images she was playing through, the pictures she had of her own body fucked against a wall and in a hot tub, suddenly blurred in the moment of ecstasy. When Jen opened her eyes, she saw Becky smiling at her from the floor in front of her. "How was it?" "God Becky, it was amazing," Jen said between heaving breaths. "I'm glad you liked it." "I mean, I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that before. If I have it's been years..." "And to think that we've only just started! As you're about to discover, there are some things that that ex-boyfriend of yours was never able to give you." "I...I don't know what you mean...are you saying that you want me to do to you what you just did to me?" Jen stammered, intrigued at the prospect. "Among other things. But for now, why don't you stand up," Becky said, rising to her feet. As Jen watched, Becky slipped the straps of her summer dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She stood, naked from the waist up with only a pair of pink panties, in the middle of the room. Becky's breasts weren't quite as large as Jen's and had puffy, pink areolas. Jen stood and walked towards Becky, taking her in her arms as if to kiss her. "No. Not yet," Becky said, holding up a hand between them. "First you strip." "Okay..." Jen began, fumbling with the top of her skirt. And she began to undo the zipper, Becky mounted the bed and sat with her back resting against the headboard so she could see. "Strip for me Jen." Jen felt a little silly at first, but then let the relaxing music and the warm buzz of alcohol take over. Why shouldn't she have fun? Becky wanted her, and she wanted Becky. Why not give in to it fully? "Okay. Get a good view." As Becky reclined, Jen began to subtly move to the music, grinding her hips in the air. She ran her hands up her body, grasping her breasts in front of her and teasing the nipples through the lacy, black material. She could see Becky slip her fingers into her panties and begin to masturbate. Jen grabbed the bottom of her shirt and slowly pulled it up over her head while moving onto the bed on her knees. "You're so beautiful Jen," Becky moaned, one hand playing under her panties and the other pinching and pulling her nipple. Becky's eyes were glued to Jen's breasts, barely contained as they were in a lacy, black bra. Jen unhooked her bra from the front and exposed her beautiful, tanned breasts, her nipples stiff. Becky let out a particularly loud moan when she saw Jen's breasts exposed to the bedroom air. Jen unzipped the skirt, which was again pushed up around her waist, and tossed it in a corner. Jen moved down the bed towards Becky's body, which was writhing with increasing intensity. Slipping her thighs on either side of Becky's hips, Jen proceeded to grind in Becky's lap, her breasts just inches from Becky's lips. Whenever Becky would lean forward to take one in her mouth, Jen would pull back teasingly. Jen leaned back on her arms, letting Becky see her breasts point stiffly in the air, knowing what their appearance was doing to the girl. The New Jessica All characters are the age of 18 or older. This story takes place in the same world as my Fridays at the Guardian Angel story. I recommend anyone who stumbled on this piece read at least chapter one of Fridays at the Guardian Angel first. But if you're just looking for a quick futa on female story then you're probably fine without it. ****** Whiskey glittered in the small glass, sparkling with the lights of the trendy bar. Couples chatted at high tops drinking local microbrews and popular cocktails. Casual games of pool and darts progressed in the far end of the room, players in tiny cocktail dresses or tight fitting jeans. The crack of their shots ripped through the room as comfortable music echoed off speakers. Jessica pulled her long brown curls over her ear before taking a swig of the dark glittering poison. She grimaced; it was like drinking fire and was a far cry from her usual wines and fruity cocktails. She had made her escape to the bar after a rather explosive fight with her wife. The climax of the argument which her wife referred to Jessica as a "Sheltered child", causing Jessica to burst out the front door and head to her current neon light-lit haven. Jessica had always been a good girl throughout her life. She had been on the straight and narrow throughout school, never experimenting with drugs and alcohol. While she didn't consider herself a prude, her wife had been her only sexual partner. Jessica glanced down at her white sundress that flowed down past her knees, her fingers played with thick sleeves that conservatively covered her shoulders. Jessica compared her covered form to the other bar attendees in their tiny black and red dresses, tight pants and low cut shirts that left little to the imagination. She pouted into her glass, maybe she was sheltered she thought. Scanning the room she spotted a figure leaning over a pool table, making a shot with a loud crack. The silhouette stood up, short red hair falling to just her shoulders. She wore a low cut white blouse with a tight black vest, showing off her cleavage. Tight black pants cupped her rear showing off a tiny firm ass. Tribal tattoos lined her arms and lower back, exposed when she bent over to take another shot. After her shot echoed another crack she stood up and leaned on the table, facing Jessica. She was a Valkyrie holding her pool cue like a spear, sharp features upon her face. Jessica believed she was beautiful, a twang of guilt struck her heart as the thoughts of attraction crossed her mind. The feeling was quickly washed away by anger, remembering the hurtful names her spouse had called her. She returned to feasting her eyes on the mystery woman. Her glance washed over the beauty, eventually falling to the crotch of her tight pants which contained an obvious bulge. Feelings of arousal and spite filled Jessica's mind, flowing free due to the hard alcohol she forced herself to drink throughout the night. With a sense of determination and courage she drained the remainder of her whiskey and strode off towards the pool table. Cami stood at the pool table leaning on her cue chatting with her opponent, unaware of the white dress making a beeline towards her from the bar. She surveyed the pool table in an attempt to visualize her next shot when a finger tapped her on the back. She spun around to face the bright-eyed, sundress-wearing woman who had a strangely serious look in her eyes. "Do you think I'm pretty?" The princess demanded, the smell of alcohol strong on her breath. Cami glanced down at the interrogator's body, her cleavage visible from her close stance. "Uh, sure." Cami confirmed in a confused tone. "Good." Jessica said with a smile. She grabbed Cami by the hand and dragged her away from the game. Cami stumbled along, shocked by the strength of the little woman. She was pulled out the back door of the building into the cool night air of the alley behind the bar. An uneasiness filled Cami's chest, unsure if she was about to be mugged. Stopping her march in the middle of the abandoned alley her captor spun around, grabbed her Cami's face, planting a kiss on her lips. Cami was shocked at first and attempted to resist the kiss, giving muffled mumbles of concern. But Jessica's onslaught was relentless, her sweet lips forcing Cami's lips open, her tongue exploring the sweet taste of the princess' mouth. Taste of strong alcohol from Jessica's mouth added an intoxicating sensation to the embrace. The sensation of Jessica's tongue against her own filled Cami with arousal; she embraced the kiss and rested her hands on the small girl's lower back. Jessica had always been the submissive one when it came to sex. But the woman here was the new Jessica, and the new Jessica drank whiskey, took what she wanted and fucked who she wanted to fuck. She clung tighter to her impromptu partner, taking the sensation of her soft lips and tongue. She grinded herself against Cami, and used her hands to embrace her lover. Cami felt hands cup her butt in embrace, the thumbs hooked under the beltline of her pants and brushed against her skin. The feelings of fear from a moment before replaced by arousal, she panted through her nose as she fanatically kissed Jessica. She could feel an erection grow in her tight pants, struggling against the taught fabric. The new Jessica felt the growing bulge in her partner's pants press up against her crotch as she embraced Cami. Sliding a hand from Cami's rear she rubbed the trapped length, forcing moans from the woman in her mouth. She continued to rub, the moans and whines from Cami growing higher and more intense. She broke the kiss and pushed a panting Cami back. She spun around, her white dress flowing with the turn before pulling her white cotton panties down to ground. Breathing heavily she bent over, using the alley wall for support and hiked her dress above her hips exposing a pear-shaped ass and moist slit. She looked over her shoulder at Cami, "Fuck me." She ordered. Nothing in the past 15 minutes had made sense to Cami. Nothing, except that she had a raging erection and there was a pussy presented before her, demanding to be fucked. With a very short moment of thought, she decided that not everything in life needed to make sense and began to unbutton her pants. The new Jessica panted as she faced the wall, deep inside herself the old Jessica felt humiliated, exposing herself to a stranger in a dark alleyway of a bar. But the new Jessica with thoughts clouded by intoxication decided she didn't care about her bare ass in the cold night air and only wished to have a cock inside her. Adrenaline shot from Jessica's chest when she heard the clink of Cami's belt buckle come loose. Cami slid her pants just far enough to release her raging shaft and balls. She stroked her throbbing member and stepped towards the panting beauty braced upon the wall. She pressed the head of her cock against Jessica's pussy lips, softly sliding her tool along the presented pussy. Jessica's cunt was slick with lust, coating the cockhead in a clear sheen of wetness. Cami stepped forward and pressed against the opening, her cock sliding inside Jessica with little resistance. The new Jessica gave a gasp as she felt the girth slip inside her. The pleasure of having herself penetrated shook her body, unlike anything she had experienced with her wife or toys. Her breathing quickened as she felt Cami begin to move, waves of lust with each slow thrust. The new Jessica's slick pussy gripped Cami's cock in a tight vice, massaging her sensitive member as she rocked her hips. Cami grasped the pale hips tightly for balance, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. With each thrust Cami buried her cock to the base, a slap escaping from the pair's flesh as Jessica's ass slapped against Cami's crotch. Each thrust brought a moan from the woman on the wall, pleasure evident in her gasping mouth and gushing pussy. "Yeah, fuck me. Your cock feels so fucking good oh my god." Panted the new Jessica. "Fuck me harder!" she ordered. Cami picked up the pace, slamming her cock with force into her demanding partner. Sweat droplets formed on her forehead, falling onto Jessica's body that began to glisten on with its own body sweat. The sound of flesh coming together, grunts and moans echoed from the alleyway. Jessica's pussy contracted and massaged Cami's cock, feelings of pleasure engulfing the futanari's body. The new Jessica reached a hand between her legs and viciously rubbed her clit while she bucked under the force of being penetrated. "Fuck me harder, harder!" she yelled "Fuck me into this goddamn wall!" Cami obeyed, slamming herself as hard as she could in her lover, the force pressing Jessica's face upon the dirty brick alleyway wall. Pleasure ripped through her body from the massive cock penetrating her pussy and her rubbing of her clit. Her moans grew higher and higher pitched as she felt orgasm approach. "I'm gonna...what do I..." Cami grunted the question, warning of her own approaching orgasm. "Don't stop fucking me, don't you dare stop fucking me." The new Jessica screamed, focused entirely on the feeling of being sent over the edge. Cami obeyed, thrusting the length of her member inside her cunt several times before slamming her cock into Jessica's deepest parts in a final thrust. Giving a loud grunt, her legs shook against Jessica's thighs, cock releasing its seed into Jessica's womb. The new Jessica's moans echoed off the walls of the alley, the sensation of orgasm overtaken her. She felt Cami's cock pulsate inside her, depositing its warm load into her fertile womb. Each load that flowed inside her brought waves of pleasure, forcing a guttural moan from her mouth. Her pussy tightened around the sensitive cock with each wave of orgasm, demanding to be filled with more cum. When Cami's orgasm began to fade the new Jessica rocked her hips back and forth along the twitching cock, demanding to be filled with every drop of cum. Cami whined from the stimulation, and with a final grunt deposited the last of her seed inside Jessica's pussy. Cami rested a hand on the alleyway wall for balance and kept her cock inside Jessica's warm pussy for several moments, catching her breath. With a small step back she slid out of the filled cunt, small trails of cum leaked out of the soaked opening and dripped to the ground. The new Jessica embraced the alleyway wall as she felt small aftershocks of pleasure still rippling along her body. She felt Cami's cum filling her fertile womb, impregnating her for certain. The feeling that she had just bred made her feel warm and complete. The new Jessica gave a drunken smile while she panted. The new Jessica stood up and felt small streams of cum escape out her pussy and down her legs. Acting quickly she pulled up her white panties, trapping the potent seed in her body. Giving a fulfilled sigh, she straightened her skirt and turned to her partner. "I needed that." She said with a smile, before turning and walking out the alleyway. Shaking from her spot on the ground and still recovering from having her balls drained, Cami watched as the woman disappeared. With her lover gone she stared into the darkness of the dirty alleyway and collected her thoughts, realizing that she had just impregnated a woman whose name she didn't even know. By the time the new Jessica had returned home, the whiskey had worn off and the Old Jessica was back in command. Mortified by what she had done, she sobbed on her wife's shoulder describing in full detail her impromptu fuck in an alleyway. Her wife wiped away her tears and comforted her, explaining how she was excited to start a family. Jessica gave a teary smile as she rubbed her womb, still feeling the warmness of Cami's cum creating new life within her. The New Job A few weeks ago I got a new job in sales and marketing. Last week I was assigned to a district manager for training. We got together and hit it off fast. We were joking about how I was to be "trained" he said he could think of lots of jokes but he didn't want to be sued for sexual harassment. I let him know I was very liberal and liked jokes and sex. So the jokes began and the subject turned to the internet and what's out there and sites and pictures and the stories. Talk about your small world he'd been here and read my stories and really liked them, he thought the name was a coincidence. He said he also liked to expose himself and to take and have pictures taken of him. We talked all day and got horny so we agreed the next day we'd have more fun at this training. As I got in his car the next morning he had his dick out and it was at full attention too. I slid in and raised myself to lower my pants to my knees for our ride. We did not touch ourselves or each other just rode around like that for a while. After a stop for business he suggested that he pull my pants down and I take his dick out this time - he just happened to run his hands all over my ass doing it and across my wet crotch and of course it took me a few minutes to get him out and properly situated as a matter of fact it took the next 20 minutes. We had to get to an appointment and he couldn't fit back in his pants soo...I helped. He says I can make lots of money easily at this job but he'll need to work closely with me, I agreed as long as he starts between my legs. I can't wait for more training and we agree that we should tell you all how it goes. The New Job Lyndsay walked into her new office job thirty minutes early for her first day. She had gone out the night before and bought a brand new outfit for this occasion, a suit with knee length skirt, and vest, white blouse and a jacket that she wasn't wearing today. Lyndsay loved the suit, she thought she looked great in it, with her high heels and push up bra on she knew that all the guys were watching her and that a lot of the women were making mental notes for their next shopping trips. When Lyndsay got to the front desk the manager of the office came out to greet her. Tom Burgis walked up to her and they shook hands, He was a middle aged guy, brown hair that was starting to thin out and dark brown eyes. Lyndsay thought he was pretty good looking and smiled to herself when she noticed him checking her out. Mr. Burgis explained that she would be his personal assistant helping with all sorts of different jobs and assignments. He opened the hallway door and let her go through first, explaining his office was at the end of the hall on the left. Lyndsay nodded and walked down the hall slowly, swaying her hips a little more than normal, she could feel his eyes undressing her from behind. Lyndsay reached the office and quickly pulled her red hair out of the pony tail she had it in and rearranged it into pig tails, she checked herself out in the mirror quickly before Tom got into the office and closed the door. Mr. Burgis set down a big stack of papers on his desk, the standard first day paperwork "Well Lyndsay, we have a lot of paper to go through, we might be in here for a while, would you like something to drink?" He asked. "Just a cup of water please." Lyndsay responded back. Mr. Burgis brought her a cup of water from the cooler on the other end of the room. They started to go through the details on the forms he had brought in. "OK, so I just have to go over the basics with you first to make sure we have everything right, your name is Lyndsay Nickleson, born January 5 1989, is that right?" he asked. Lyndsay nodded her agreement to the details "Yes sir Mr. Burgis, that's me."she replied "And it says here your last employer was... 'Club Hypnotique'? What's that?" he asked her. Lyndsay giggled to herself, she knew that he already had the answer to this in his file, she had gone over it with the lady who had done her interviews, she decided to have a bit of fun with him. "Well I worked there when I was in college, started when I was 18, it's a strip club downtown, I started out as a waitress, then when I got some more confidence I moved on stage and started dancing" Lyndsay always included that on her resume, she had gotten at least 4 interviews with guys who did hiring because they wanted to see a former stripper up close, or at least that was her theory. "Then when I turned 19 I started to do private dances and finally when one of the managers left I took over her position." Lyndsay could tell that he was picturing her naked at this point, he was obviously thinking about her big 36D tits in his face. Lyndsay herself was starting to get turned on though, thinking about how much she was driving him nuts. They kept up on the paperwork, until Mr. Burgis had to show her something on his computer, she moved around to his side of the desk and 'accidentally' spilled her water in his lap "oh jeez, I'm so sorry Mr. Burgis! I'll clean that up, hold on." Lyndsay got some paper towels from the other side of the room and came back, slowly wiping up the water from his pants all around his now throbbing cock, she bent over move, making sure that her tits were giving him a good show. "There all better." she said putting the paper towel in the garbage and sitting down beside him again. Mr. Burgis did his best to keep going through the information at hand. A couple hours later, Lyndsay was back on the opposite side of the desk and she stretched out her leg, meeting his under the desk she rubbed her bare leg up his, catching his eye over the desk, she smiled. "Lyndsay, what are you doing?" Tom asked uneasily. "Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to stop?" Lyndsay replied mischievously. Tom shook his head "No, no that's good..." he replied, Lyndsay pulled her shoe off and worked her foot up to his crotch, slowly rubbing it up and down his hard shaft. "Are you happy that I got hired to be your assistant?" she questioned teasingly. Mr. Burgis nodded of course, he had his head back, eyes closed and was thoroughly enjoying himself. Lyndsay got up and went around to his side of the desk, getting down on her knees she undid his pants and pulled out his dick, she gently stroked him. "Have you been thinking about this all day?" she asked seductively, as she toyed with his balls now, he moaned an answer, Lyndsay giggled and unbuttoned her blouse. "Do you like these tits Mr. Burgis?" she teased, he smiled, reaching out for her tits, but she shook her head. "Not yet, first I want something from you" she smiled deviously and then sucked his cock into her mouth, he groaned as her tongue worked over the head and around the shaft with ease. She was starting to get really wet herself, when the phone rang. Lyndsay stopped sucking his dick while he checked the caller id "Shit, it's my wife... hold on a minute. Hi honey, how are you?" he answered. "Yes I'm working, I just got out of a meeting that's why I didn't call earlier... the new assistant? Oh yeah, she's working out great" he paused, Lyndsay smiled at him and slowly started to suck his cock again. "Oh shit" he groaned, then quickly recovered "I forgot to file some papers, got to go hun, See you tonight" He hung up the phone and sat back again, Lyndsay sucked him hard, spit covering his long shaft, he groaned a bit and she sucked harder, bobbing her head up and down on his cock, working his balls with her hand. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum!" he moaned. Lyndsay only sucked harder at this, his cock burst out a huge load which Lyndsay tried to swallow all of it, but some dribbled out on to her chin. "Holy shit that was a good blow job!" he exclaimed. She stood up and smiled, she wiped the cum from her chin and licked it from her fingers "I'm good at other things too, let's get you hard again so you can find out!" she giggled again, her pussy was getting wet as she pulled off her blouse and bra, then her skirt. She sat on the desk and spread her legs in front of him. She teased herself, getting more and more turned on, the scent of her dripping pussy wafting over to him. Finally Lyndsay reached down and started to rub her pussy through her soaked panties "Mmm, my pussy is really wet!" she purred "I can feel it through my panties, do you want to see my pussy?" she teased, slightly pulling her panties aside, Tom obviously wanted to see her pussy, so finally she pulled her panties off, spreading her legs again she reached down and spread her pussy lips, she rubbed her clit, then licked a finger and slit it inside her slit. "Oh! It feels good to finally have something inside my tight pussy" she moaned softly, she played with her tits with her other hand while fingering herself. Tom tried to get up to get her, but she pushed him back down with her foot "Not yet, you haven't seen it all yet" she told him as she slipped two fingers into her pussy and started fingering herself more, moaning and squirming on the desk, "God, I love having big cocks in my pussy, don't you want to fuck me sweetie?" she teased him. He leaned forward and she held out her sticky fingers to him, he sucked the juices off then lowered his face into her pussy and started to lick her all over, she moaned and squirmed while he licked her clit and shoved his tongue into her, she played with her nipples and moaned "Yes baby! Lick that pussy.... mmm that's the spot, right there" she said as his fingers found her pussy, pushing them deep into her while licking her clit was causing Lyndsay to come close to an orgasm. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Tom you in there?" a deep male voice called out "Oh fuck, it's my boss! Quick hide somewhere, if finds us like this he'll fire me!" Tom freaked out, "Just a minute, just have to close up this personnel file" he replied to his boss. Lyndsay grabbed her clothes and got under the desk, Tom let his boss in, "Sorry Bob, was just going through some files and the wife called, you know how it is." They moved into the office and sat down. "So the new assistant gone for the day?" Bob asked, Tom looked at his watch, it was already five thirty "Yeah, she had a good first day, I think she'll work out fine" Tom replied. "I'd say, I saw her at that club she worked at downtown a couple years ago, wow, I'd like to get my hands on those titties eh Tom?!" "She's definitely sexy alright" Tom replied, unsure what to say with the naked beauty under his desk. He felt her hands working up his legs when Bob said "Anyway I gotta get out of her for the night, have a good one Tom, don't work to hard, alright?" Tom laughed, "No problem Bob, have a good night" he replied. As soon as the door was closed Lyndsay was on her hands and knees on Tom's desk. "Why don't you get back to work on my pussy?" she asked him. Tom quickly responded, shoving his face into her ass cheeks and licking her pussy all over, Lyndsay licked her finger and started to rub her ass, moaning softly as she pushed her finger in slightly, Tom shoved two fingers into her pussy and started to finger her quickly, she put her head down on the desk and let out a long moan "Ohhhhh!! Fill my fuck hole!!" she cried out afterward "Fuck me please!" Tom quickly got up and pulled his pants off again, his cock which was now hard again slowly pushed into her tight pussy. "Ohhhhh yes!!" she cried out as his throbbing dick sat inside her. Lyndsay bucked back against him, his dick pushing into her sloppy wet pussy. Tom started to fuck her hard, he groaned and kept fucking, her pussy was the tightest he had ever been in. Tom wanted to make her cum so he licked a finger and slowly pushed it deep into her asshole. "OH!!! Fill my ass please!" He pounded her while his finger was in as far as it could go, Lyndsay came hard, her pussy clamping down on his cock "Oh FUUUCK! KEEP FUCKING ME!! YESSS!!!" she moaned. Tom knew he wasn't going to last much longer in her tight pussy, he thrust harder and harder until finally he rammed into her and came, his hot cum filling her pussy. "Holy fuck that was amazing!" he exclaimed as he sat down. Lyndsay smiled as she rubbed her cum filled pussy, she licked the mixture of her own juices and his cum off her hand "Mmm, what a first day!" she cooed, knowing how silly that was to say, laughing Tom agreed "Definitely a good first day" he said. Lyndsay pulled on her clothes and redid her hair a bit and went home for the night. Tom could only wonder how much work he would actually get done with this assistant working with him, then he wondered what he should bring for tomorrow... To be continued? The New Job For the last five months I've been unemployed. I graduated from university with a degree in Art History and it definitely did not make me more employable. Unexpectedly, I got an invite to an interview as an office junior. I thought I'd done okay but I really didn't expect to get the job as I didn't have any relevant experience. However the day after the interview they rang and offered it to me. I accepted straight away, but I was so nervous that I couldn't remember the details of my start date and time. I thought she'd said Monday at 9 so I decided to turn up half an hour early just in case I had misheard her. The building was right in the centre of London, one of those really tall, modern glass buildings. I reported to reception, and was led to my office. On the way it was explained to me that I would be an Executive Assistant to the Director which shocked me as I thought that I'd interviewed for a junior role. I must confess that I didn't even read my contract before signing it, I was just so eager to have a job and no longer have to rely on my parents to get by. I was told that I would be in training all day, my first session involved learning their database. I sat at my desk waiting for the arrival of the person who would train me. I turned on my computer in preparation and logged on. "Sara?" said a voice behind me. I turned around to see a man. He was incredibly good looking, maybe in his mid-20s. He was tall, blond, muscular and was dressed in a way that accentuated his broad shoulders. "Yes, that's me," I replied, smiling at him. "Hi, I'm Jack, I'm the Office Manager and I will be showing you how to use our database," he said. He then proceeded to show me, it was fairly straightforward and I picked it up fairly quickly. Jack seemed pleased with my progress and his praise made me feel confident in my new role. Once I had grasped the basics, he moved on to the more complex processes and as he was explaining them I felt his hand on my leg. At first I wasn't really sure what was going on. Maybe he was just being friendly and didn't realise that this was inappropriate? I'm probably naïve. Nevertheless I wasn't sure what to do. As I dithered in my mind over the best course of action, I felt his hand travelling further and further up my leg. I pushed my chair away and his hand fell off my leg. He ignored this and continued to explain the database. From then on I ensured that there was plenty of space between us for the rest of the session. The session ended, but I didn't have time to dwell on what had just happened as my next training session began almost immediately, this time it was online and I didn't have to interact with anyone for a while. The rest of the day went by really quickly and there were no more incidents. I left work exhausted, when I got home I found my copy of the contract and had a read. I was on a salary that was £15,000 more than I thought it would be. Amazing, but odd. It was a lot of money for a job that was basically administration. I guessed that they thought I had potential and that degrees, regardless of the subject, are more valuable to businesses than I had thought. What had happened today with Jack had been strange but I hoped that he wouldn't try to do that again and I would make sure tomorrow to set the boundaries between us. The next day I went to work and as I sat at my desk, I was told by a colleague that my boss had requested to see me. I stood up and walked towards his office, a little nervous about meeting him for the first time, I put on my brightest and most confident smile. I knocked on the door and waited until I heard an impatient "come in" from inside the office. I walked in and was greeted by the sight of my boss sitting at his desk. He was a middle aged man, with dark hair and eyes with attractive features. His face was a little fat and he would have clearly been much more attractive if he lost a little bit of extra weight. "You're late," he barked, his eyes narrowing as he saw me enter through the door. "Uh, sorry sir, I, ah, came as soon as I was informed that you required me," I answered nervously. "You were late yesterday and again today, this is not a very good first impression to make. I want you to be in the office promptly at 8am every day. It is unacceptable to saunter in whenever you feel like it, this is your one and only warning before you're fired," he said in a firm tone of voice. "Yes sir, sorry sir, I will not be late again," I replied promptly. I knew I should have clarified what time I should start work yesterday, I was such an idiot and now I had made a terrible first impression on my new boss. Shit. This day just couldn't get any worse. "Well don't just stand there then, I'm paying you to work aren't I? Sit down here," he said pointing to chair in front of him, "and get out your notebook as I will be giving you a list of tasks I would like you to complete." As I walked toward him I noticed something under his desk, it looked like a black woman's shoe. As I got closer I could see even more, firstly I saw skin coloured stockings, and then a woman's arse covered by a navy thigh length skirt. As I got closer I could also hear sucking and slurping noises. "Well don't just stand there then, sit down," he grated out impatiently. I crossed the short distance left to the chair and sat down. This was getting strange, but I didn't know what to do. I couldn't decide if I should leave the room, this was a really horrible situation but I really needed this job. I got out my notebook and pen and for the next 15 minutes he explained all my different tasks. I took copious notes and due to the complex nature of his requests, I managed to forget about the woman under my boss's desk. Abruptly he stopped talking, and let out a small groan, his body shaking slightly. "Lick me clean," he ordered. At first I thought he was speaking to me, I regarded him anxiously, but then realised he was speaking to the mysterious woman under the desk. I was starting to regret my decision to stay. Was the money really worth working in such an uncomfortable environment? I had just paid my first months rent and deposit for my flat in London. I had borrowed the money from my parents and it was a substantial sum, I needed to stay here for a couple of months at least, just to make sure I could return their money to them. Maybe I was over thinking this. Hopefully this was a one off and my boss was just having a weird day. Wishful thinking I guess. "Thank you Abigail. Please leave us now," he directed at the woman under the desk. "Yes sir," Abigail said, so quietly I could barely hear her. Out from under the desk crawled a beautiful, petite, blonde woman with slightly messed up hair. She avoided making eyes contact with me and hurried out of the office. "So Sara, why do you think I hired you?" he asked. I was slightly taken aback by his question, I wasn't sure what to say, because he wasn't on the interview panel I didn't realise he'd had any say in hiring me. Clearing my throat I began, "well sir, I am competent in Microsoft Office, I learn quickly, I am an excellent communicator..." I trailed off slightly, noticing that he wasn't really listening to what I was saying but was instead looking at me intensely. "Yes, yes, I've read your application. I didn't need you to repeat it to me, you already have the job. I wanted you to tell me the real reason I hired you. You're under-qualified and have very limited work experience. I had hundreds of better, more qualified candidates apply for this job. Why do you think I hired you?" he was starting to sound really impatient now and I was getting worried as it sounded like he regretted his decision to hire me. "I don't know, sir." I mumbled, shifting uncomfortably on my seat. "I hired you, you silly girl, simply because you're pretty. You're also desperate for a job, five months is a long time to be unemployed, and that will help me to ensure that you perform all of the duties required from my personal assistant," he explained patiently, as if he was speaking to a child. I should have expected that. I really should have. I feel like an idiot now, I'm really stupid. What should I do? How do I handle this? Can I keep my job without becoming another girl under his desk? Doubtful. Would it be so bad to be a girl under his desk? Did I have to do it? What should I do? I couldn't spending the rest of my life living off my parents, and I quite like living and working in London, it would be horrible to have to go home to Cornwall. As I was obsessing about all my options, my boss had stood up and was now walking towards me. I didn't notice until he was standing right in front of my chair. "Sara, get up, it is time for your punishment for turning up late to work two days in a row. You will find that I can be an incredibly generous boss, but if you do not follow my rules, you will be punished," he said. He held out his hand and in my confusion I took it. He pulled me up out of my seat and led me over to his desk. "Bend over the desk, put your hands flat on it and keep your legs straight," I hesitated, unsure about whether to leave. I need the money, I want to stay in London, I have to do it. So I slowly bent over and put my hands flat on the desk as he requested. "You have disobeyed the rules, therefore you must be punished," he said "I am going to spank your arse 10 times and you are going to count each one out loud. Do no move, do not make a sound and if you tell me to stop you will be fired. Do you understand?" he asked calmly. "Yes sir," I replied I whispered in reply. He lifted up my skirt and pulled down my tights and underwear. The first hit stung and I cried out and tried to move away from him before he could hit me again. "What did I say? Now I'm going to do that again and you're going to start again from one because I told you not to make a sound," he said with obvious frustration in his voice. He spanked me again, this time I didn't dare make a sound or move. I didn't want to prolong this. After every time he spanked me he rubbed my burning arse, making it feel better for a brief moment. Then he'd hit me again and the pain would get worse. At one point his hand lightly brushed my cunt which gave me a strange tingling sensation, but then he went back to spanking me and I could only concentrate on the pain. Eventually I had counted to ten and he told me to sort myself out and then go back to my office to get on with the list of tasks he'd given me earlier. I pulled up my underwear and tights, rearranged my skirt and blouse and walked out of his office without looking at him. I went back to my desk in a daze. Later in the day I was asked to go photocopy some documents, I went into the photocopying room and set about my boring task. About ten minutes into it I heard the door open and close. I turned around and saw Jack. "What are you doing?" said Jack. "Uh, I'm just photocopying some documents, I won't be long. Do you need me to do anything?" I replied. "Yes, I do," he said. He took a step towards me and in the tiny room he was crowding me. "Actually, I've just realised that I've forgotten something at my desk," I said. I was starting to get scared at this point, it was definitely a bad idea to stay in a confined space with him. I tried to move around him but he put his hands on top of the photocopier on either side of me so that I couldn't move. I fought against his arms, but he grabbed me by my waist and turned me around so that I was facing the wall. "Don't make a sound or I'll fire you, nobody would hear you in here anyway," Jack whispered in my ear as he pressed his cock into my arse. With one hand still on my waist and another pinching my nipple I was helpless. "Now you're going to be a good girl, I am going to turn you around, you are going to get on your knees. Do exactly as I say or you'll regret it," he said. He spun me around and pushed me onto my knees, I closed my eyes wishing that this wasn't happening. I should have left earlier. I heard him unzip his fly. "Open your mouth bitch," he growled. I didn't move. I was hoping that if I closed my eyes and pretended that he wasn't there, he would go away. Suddenly there was a sharp stinging pain on my right cheek. He had just slapped me. It hurt much more than anything the boss did, tears stung my eyes. I opened them and saw how angry he looked. "Open your mouth now bitch, I won't tell you again," he said. I slowly opened my mouth, I could feel the tears running down my cheeks. With one hand he fed his cock into my mouth and with the other he grabbed my hair. He started thrusting into my mouth, getting so far in he was making me gag. I felt like I couldn't breathe and I was crying harder. He didn't say another word, he just kept thrusting into my mouth, trying to go deeper. With each thrust he'd pull my hair and cause me to gag. It felt like it would never end. Eventually I felt his cock start to pulsate and he came in my mouth with a groan. He quickly put his cock away, zipped up his fly and left the room before I'd even had the chance to swallow his cum. The New Job 05:30, the red L.E.D. light glared as the '89 Mustang roared to life. "Damn, I've got to hurry!" she muttered out loud as the undercarriage scraped loudly on the driveway. With a grimace she raced off down the street flooring the 5.0 liter Ford engine the tires screeched on the asphalt. 'Settle down.' Carol thought to herself. 'All I need right now is a ticket.' She hated driving the highways. Too much traffic. So down the backstreets the little maroon Mustang ran. Her heart keeping pace with the RPM's. 'You'd think I was back in high school.' Letting her heart get the best of her. Carol's mind reeled with anticipation of what lie ahead. It had been a little over a year ago, last September to be exact, Carol was hired as the office manager of a specialized unit. Having worked for another division in the city she decided to challenge herself further when a position came available to work on this new police unit. A task force. She remembered back to the excitement of her first day. The lieutenant had given her a quick tour of the offsite location and she was settling into her new desk. was discussing her new responsibilities when he walked in. Startled at first, because of his appearance, he was tall, muscular, with a full beard and his long brown hair hung loose across his shoulders and down his back. He was wearing a white T shirt, blue jeans and motorcycle boots. Her first impression was that he was homeless or maybe a biker, perhaps a homeless biker. Her assumptions had been tainted by the clean cut appearance of the lieutenant. Never in her wildest imagination would she have guessed the guy walking in the door was a cop. "Steve, I'd like you to meet our new office manager, Carol." the lieutenant introduced. "Good morning, welcome to the unit." As the words spilled from his lips his blue eyes seared into her soul. As their hands touched her heart skipped a tune she hadn't felt since high school. She knew immediately, if he were to ask, she would give herself to him. 'Good god..." The voice inside her head rang. "how can you even think that. You're married.' At every conceivable opportunity she would flirt with him. He seemed to play along but he never really seemed interested. At night she would go home frustrated. Lying in bed she wondered what she could do to make him take notice. 'Maybe, just maybe, if I greeted him naked when he showed up at the office.' Months passed. Having resigned herself to self-fulfilled fantasies she was surprised one day when out of the blue Steve asked, "Would you like to go lunch today?" Carol's mouth dropped. "You don't have to if you don't want to." He questioned. "No, no, I want to!" Sounding a little to excited. "You just threw me off guard." Steve smiled. "If you're sure? Let's go in an hour." Carol was elated. There may be a glimmer of hope yet. Usually she ate lunch alone. In the lunchroom. The guys rarely brought lunch. They always went out... together. She had a pit in her stomach. 'Should I just tell him how badly I want him?' Carol grabbed her beige coffee mug and headed for the bathroom hoping she didn't throw up. Though she still felt young, the mirror told her she was a thirty five year old, blonde, mother of three. A husband who paid more attention to work than her. She felt trapped. She needed to feel attractive. She enjoyed the stories the guys would tell when they came back in from the streets. It gave her a sense of adventure. Now she wanted more. 'But what if he wasn't interested?' She resigned herself to just being happy he asked her to lunch that late summer day. He drove the two blocks to the restaurant. Chit chat mostly. 'How is your day? blah blah blah.' Carol noticed Steve acting different... quieter. She read into his behavior as prepping for the teasing he would get from the other guys when they returned. But now as the waiter sat them at their booth she was glad to have him all to herself. Short of fucking him in the car ride over she wanted it to be his move. After receiving their menu's and water Steve broke the ice. "You were in a dream I had last night." His sparkling blue eyes looked down at the table. Carol's mind reeled, "Oh yeah, and what was it about?" 'This sounded promising since he had been in her dreams every night and day. He hesitated for a long moment, and by his body language she could tell he was uncomfortable. Lifting his head he looked into her sparkling green eyes. Though hundreds of people had opened their private lives to him, he was still unsure if should step through that door to vulnerability. "Oh come on, I really want to hear about it." she begged. 'It's now or never.' he thought to himself while taking a deep breath he continued. "Well I really don't remember much except for the ending... and it's kinda dirty..." He paused to take a drink of water to quench his parched mouth. "I'm a big girl, I can take it." she prodded excitedly. She had never seen this side of him. He was usually so... guarded. Now she sensed a different side. One that might reveal something deeper about him. He looked deep into her eyes and began, "Well you and I were together on a motorcycle trip...riding... somewhere... can't remember where...exactly..." While he stammered she thought to herself. 'Oh I've dreamt of riding something too.' "or really anything... except for the ending when I woke up." "And..." she continued to prod. "Well..." he took a deep breath. "..what I remember is you giving me the most incredible blowjob I have ever experienced..." Speechless. For the first time in her life she was speechless. She started to cough. "Ahem." His eyes went to the table as he finished. "...and I woke up with cum all over the sheets." Quickly Carol blurted out, "Mmm, sorry you had to waste it." Now he coughed out loud, looking up to see her grinning from ear to ear. "I hope you don't think too bad of me." he pleaded. She seemed puzzled. "Why would I think bad of you?" "Well I know you're married. Doesn't it bother you that I would have these kind of dreams?" "Bother me, hell I'm thrilled." "Really? Even if its about...?" he hesitated. "Blowjobs!" Maybe a little overzealous she proclaimed loud enough for surrounding ears to hear. Simultaneously they both ducked down in their booth wondering who might have overheard their conversation. "Shhh... not so loud." he laughed quietly. When it appeared no one was looking their direction she whispered back. "But I do enjoy giving blow jobs. I like being in control." "Well... okay then..." he caught his breath. "..now that that's out in the open..." "So now that you know I love oral sex what about you?" she prodded. "Geez Carol I didn't expect this conversation over lunch." She smiled. "You opened the door. I just thought I'd make myself at home." Seeing that she wasn't shying away from this topic he proceeded. "I have always had a preference for 69." "Mmm, really? So you like giving oral sex as much as getting it?" she asked. "Absolutely! Don't you enjoy receiving it?" What had started as a trickle was now a full blown flood between her legs. For nights she had dreamt of his tongue exploring her nether regions. "Uh yeah." Steve dug deeper, "So are you a spitter or a swallower?" She watched his eyes light up when she said, "Mmm, definitely a swallower." Pursing her lips. She could tell from the long pause that his mind was conjuring up all kinds of naughtiness. This excited her more. He squirmed in his seat. Never before had he ever had a conversation like this with a member of the opposite sex and he was enjoying it. "Do you like being on top or bottom?" She prodded. "Bottom... and you?" "I love being on top.." she quipped. "like I said I have control issues." He took another drink of water before asking, "Enough of what I like what's your favorite position?" "Hmm.." she thought for a while. "Next to sucking cock I would have to say I love it from behind." Lost in her eyes he created a mental picture of Carol on her hands and knees. Holding onto her luscious hips as he rammed his hardness into her. They continued talking like old friends for over an hour. "We gotta get back to work. People are gonna talk." She was now convinced that he wanted her as well. What really stuck in her mind was what he said as they left the restaurant. "If you're ever interested, I workout at the office every morning afterwards I'll be in the shower. The door is always open." Always having the last word Carol said, "you never know."