6 comments/ 21411 views/ 7 favorites How I Became a Cad By: RandyVicar Thanks to Wicked Inside for editing & feedback. Thanks to everyone in the forums who provided valuable feedback on my first story, The Coldest Night of the Year. ***** MONDAY I should have known better than to take a summer internship that my stepdad had gotten for me. He was less interested in improving my resume than he was in getting me out of the house. But my options were limited. By limited, I mean I had exactly one. It was May, ten years ago, and I had just finished my freshman year at college. The internship was in a nameless office park in the middle of some godforsaken suburban wasteland out past the airport. It was one of those places where Chipotle passes for Mexican and Starbucks for coffee. The guy I was subletting from was some sort of engineer who'd gone back to China for a funeral, or a wedding, or maybe just to spend a couple of months eating real Chinese food. I had no idea, but the place felt like a CIA safe house - nondescript, cheaply furnished, and in the shadow of an on ramp. I made the bold decision to walk the two miles to work. I'm pretty certain I was the first person to actually walk on some of those sidewalks. Did I mention it was hot? It was hot as fuck. I arrived at the office park. The developer who had thrown the whole mess together had been too embarrassed to put his name on it. The building itself was a glass box. It was gray and grimy-looking. I suspected it had been gray and grimy-looking the day the building was completed. I was feeling like I'd already done a full day's work on an Alabama chain gang. I entered the lobby. I was hit by a blast of AC that froze my sweat-drenched shirt to my body. I found my employer's name next to the elevators: Fletcher Freight, Suite 701. When I hit the seventh floor, the elevator opened onto an empty reception desk. I wandered behind the desk, looking for a cubicle dweller who could help me find my new boss. I almost caught the eye of a man at standing next to a laser printer, but he started fiddling with the buttons so he wouldn't have to make eye contact. A woman next to the coffee machine started sorting the K-cups. At this point, a short woman in a unflattering business suit came striding across the floor to meet me. "Are you Jay?" She asked. I nodded and stuck out my hand. Her handshake was more firm than I've gotten from most men. "I'm Barbara Sloan." "Hey," I said. "Sorry I'm late. Turns out walking here was a stupid idea." "You're right," she said. Barbara reminded me of every sorority sister I knew in college, only with a milfy patina. She had dark brown hair down past her shoulders, a pinpoint Oxford shirt, and the obligatory pearl necklace. I suspected she was hiding a respectable rack under the starched cotton. I stole a glance at her left hand. This was before I learned how to be subtle when doing a ring check. She glared at me. She was a thirty-something, single, aging cheerleader, and pissed off about it. "Fuck you, asshole," she said with her eyes. "Come with me," she said. As she led me down the hall, I wondered what her ass looked like under all that flannel. I also noticed that most of the cubicles on the seventh floor were empty, or filled with packing boxes. She led me to a desk in one of the empty cubes. There was a stack of paperwork waiting for me. "Fill out these forms. Take your time. I'm not going to be able to deal with you till after lunch." I scrounged a pen from one of the empty cubes and commenced slogging through the forms. A couple of times, to relieve the tedium, I went over to the mens' room to masturbate. It was going to be a lonely summer. My girlfriend Christy was interning on a marine biology vessel in the southern Pacific. No phones, no email. Back in my apartment, I made a mental note to budget my orgasms. I'd pretty much hit my limit at the office. But, as boring as my office was, it was nothing compared to that fucking apartment. So, I found myself sitting in that tiny hot room, listening to the freeway and the TV in the next apartment, watching porn with my dick limp and used up. TUESDAY I was wandering the seventh floor on my afternoon break, looking for a new place to jerk off, when I came to the corner office. The door was open. I could see dark wood paneling and hear jazz coming from inside. I peeked in. There, behind a massive wooden desk, sat a woman. She looked up. She was backlit by a huge window, so I couldn't get a good look at her, but I could feel her examining me. "Who are you?" she asked. "Um, I'm a summer intern. One of the expendables in Sector 7G." I heard her snort at the Simpson's reference. That was a good sign. "Come over here and tell me how it's going." She motioned me over to a leather club chair next to the window. I walked across the room. Her office was enormous. As soon as I crossed the threshold, I felt like I'd been transported out of the grimy glass box and into a private club. Through the two walls of windows, I could see a panorama that included a golf course, the posh suburbs adjoining it, and the city's skyline in the distance. From the seventh floor, the neighborhood seemed less like something from a William Gibson novel. Between the thick Persian carpet and the wood paneling, we were completely isolated from the office outside. I took my seat. It was the first touch of luxury I'd felt since I'd arrived. I was now on the other side of her desk, so I could get a better look at her. The chair was a few inches shorter than hers, so I found myself looking up at her. "Marie Fletcher," she said. She didn't rise or offer her hand. "Jay," I said. "I'm working for Barbara Sloan." "How do you like that?" She asked. Marie was remarkable. Her face was tanned, with high cheekbones and a strong jaw, surrounded by a mane of blonde hair. She was wearing a mint-green linen suit, with a short skit that showed off her legs. Her white heels complemented the suit and echoed the white silk blouse that she wore under the suit jacket. It was cut low, so that I could see her magnificent tits. I don't think I'd ever reacted that way to a woman in her fifties. She brought to mind Martha Stewart's younger, hotter sister. I didn't need to search for her wedding ring, because it was enormous. I suddenly realized that I hadn't answered her question. "That bad, huh?" She said, chuckling. "Barbara can be kind of a bitch." She spent the next two hours asking me where I grew up, what my parents did, what college was like, how I spent my spare time, what my girlfriend was like, why wasn't she here, and a ton of other personal questions. She was perceptive and empathetic. She revealed nothing about herself, but soon knew everything about me. After about two hours, she rose, clearly intending to walk me to the door. This gave me the first full view of her classic hourglass figure. I didn't know anything about clothes in those days, but it was obvious even to me that she'd had that suit carefully tailored to show off her curves. She offered me her hand. When I took it, she pulled me up from the chair, bringing us face-to-face for the first time. In those heels, her eyes were level with mine. I gulped. I think she could tell I was disarmed. "I'm glad you're here," she said, returning to a businesslike tone. "Is the internship meeting your expectations?" "Well, it's a little slow right now." "Let me see what I can do," she said. Putting her hand on the small of my back, she guided me across the carpet to the open door. "Oh, and before I forget..." She leaned forward conspiratorially, "When you masturbate tonight, I want you to think about me." I was speechless. Before I could respond, I'd crossed the threshold and Marie had shut the door behind me. *** I shuffled down the hall, dazed and hard. By the time I reached my desk, Barbara was sitting in my guest chair. "I got a call from Marie," she said. "I'm to give you a more challenging assignment." She was obviously pissed that I'd managed to go over her head. She was sitting there, about three feet from my crotch, where my cock was still throbbing from my encounter with Marie. As she stood up, Barbara handed me a booklet, "The Elements of Freight Forwarding". "You can study this for the remainder of the day." I wondered if she could hear my eyes glazing over while she talked. "When you get in tomorrow, I'll have a project worthy of your talents waiting for you." I nodded and kept my mouth shut. Then she lowered her voice. "I'd be very careful if I were you." Then she left. *** Back in the apartment, I listened to the traffic while Googling Marie Fletcher on my plastic iBook. It turns out that when you run an air freight company, you can keep a pretty low profile. But I was able to piece together a story. Marie had founded the company when she was thirty. She had built it into a regional economic power purely on the force of her personality. I wasn't surprised she was a sales powerhouse. I'm sure every shipping manager in the region had tried to get in her pants. But it was also clear that she knew how to build a business. Ten years ago, at the age of forty, she'd married a lawyer, the prominent heir of a powerful local family. Then, about eighteen months ago, the shipping business went into the shitter. That's when she brought in Barbara as chief operating officer. The unimaginative trolls at Fletcher Freight called her "Barb the Barbarian". She had been cutting expenses for the last year. Last month, she had laid off two-thirds of the company. The following week, she went on vacation, leaving the survivors to pick up the pieces. It turned out that, against all odds, Barb was a bigger cunt than I thought. I thought about Marie's breath on my ear. An electric chill ran through my body. Remembering her words, I became instantly hard. I was able to find a few pictures of Marie at various fundraisers. I don't think anyone ever took a bad photo of her. There she was, a blonde Amazon dressed in a series of remarkable gowns, each fitting her so tightly that it looked like she had been sewn into them. In every shot, you could see not only how amazing her breasts were, but that they complemented the curve of her hips, thighs, and ass. There was no question those tits were real. She was as perfectly proportioned as Mae West or a real-life Jessica Rabbit. In that moment, I decided I was done with college girls. I wrote a terse break-up email to Christy. She wasn't likely to see it for weeks, but I needed her out of the picture. I put down the computer and unzipped my jeans. I closed my eyes as I thought about what Marie had looked like right before she leaned over and whispered in my ear. I imagined her reaching into my pants at that moment. Biting my ear. I pulled out my cock and started by teasing it lightly as I imagined she would do. I reached up under her tight jacket to grasp her breasts. I could feel her hand tighten on my cock, stroking me faster. Before I was able to undress her in my fantasy, I came like a fire hose. WEDNESDAY I had no trouble getting to work on time the next day. I was hoping Marie would be waiting for me at my desk. By the time I got there, Barb had already dropped a pile of papers on it. But on top of the stack of crap was a square envelope. Stuck to the outside of the envelope was a yellow sticky note that said simply, "Come by my office at 4:30". I opened the envelope. Inside was - literally - an engraved invitation. "Join us on Friday, June 3, 2005 at 8:30 pm to celebrate the return of Barbara Sloan from her much-needed vacation and the rebirth of Fletcher Freight." Below that was written in beautiful script, "Jay: I hope you'll be able to join us, Marie." As if I'd miss a party at her house. Then I moaned at the prospect of not seeing Marie before the end of the day. My thoughts ran wild at the prospect. "Come with me." It was Barb. She'd come up behind me while I'd been imagining Marie's bedroom. She knew how to ruin a reverie. Barb marched off down the hall, to the closest corner of the seventh floor - the corner furthest from Marie's office. "Here's your project. We had to lay off 73 people last month. There wasn't time to properly process any company property in their possession." Damn straight, I thought. You'd already bought your plane ticket. "The only thing we care about are the computers. I've ordered a shredder and a dumpster for rest of it. I want you to check each cubicle, and confirm that the computer in that cube is the same as the one described on this inventory," she handed me a stack of paper. "While you're checking the hardware, I also want you to delete any personal files that you find. That'll do until the IT department has time to properly reformat the drives and auction off the computers." I had a feeling that there was more to this than met the eye. "Am I looking for anything in particular?" "Our IT guy is a Jehovah's Witness. I can't count on him to look the other way if we find anything, um, ..." "Compromising? Incriminating? " "Your words, not mine. I've marked a few systems on the inventory I think you should start with." Barb turned and left without saying another word. She wasn't going to explicitly ask me to erase any illegal porn on the computers, but the assignment was clear enough. I spent morning trolling the directories of ancient Dell desktops looking for porn. Barb was pretty much right about which employees were the most obsessive wankers. Most of the office pervs had had the good sense to encrypt their stashes. But, naturally, I found a bunch of naughty GIF's, a few with Barb's face amateurishly Photoshopped onto them, but nothing straight-up illegal. So I spent the day looking at porn, thinking about Marie, and trying not to jerk off. I'd decided that I wanted to keep my edge for when I saw her. The day crawled by. At 4:28, I made my way over to Marie's office. She was waiting for me, leaning against the edge of her desk. "Come in," she said. "Close the door behind you, and stand right there. " She pointed to a spot in the middle of the room. I could hear jazz coming from speakers on the wall. "Do you like Miles Davis?" She asked. I figured she was talking about the music, so I nodded. Marie said nothing, but it was clear she know I was bullshitting. "Are you coming to my party on Friday?" "Yes," I answered. I tried not to sound too eager, but I doubt I pulled it off. "Do you have a suit?" "No. Does it matter?" "Oh, yes. I want you looking your best. I figured you didn't have a nice suit, so I'm going to get you one." "That's not necessary." "I insist." She unfurled a tape measure. "Turn around and raise your arms. Marie proceeded to wrap the tape measure around my chest. She measured my neck and then the length of my arms. "Undo your belt. I want to get your waist." She pushed my jeans down a few inches, wrapped the tape around my waist, getting me in the right position by putting her hand on my ass and pushing. She left it there longer than she needed to get a measurement. "Now, the inseam," she said. Then, she walked around in front of me and got down on her knees. She pulled my pants down around my ankles and ran the tape from the floor, up my leg, to my crotch. She appeared to make a mental note of the number. She then slid her hand up to my cock, which was just as hard you'd expect. She smiled up at me as she stroked my erection through my underwear. "Did you think about me last night?" She asked. I moaned. "Yes," I said. "I came really hard." I was about to come again in my underwear. I was aching for her to take me in her mouth. "Me, too," she said. She stopped stroking me. She stood up, pulled my pants up around my waist, and buckled my belt for me. Then she closed her eyes as she kissed me hard on the lips. "It was exquisite." She paused for a moment, and then opened her eyes. "My tailor will be here Friday at 1:30 with your suit." The whole time, I'd thought the suit was just a cheesy hustle to get my pants off. She'd apparently actually memorized my measurements while she was feeling me up. As I regained my composure, I leaned forward to kiss her again. She pulled away. "Slow down," she said. "I shouldn't have done that." What the hell? She walked over to her desk and picked up a handful of papers. "Please do me a favor and drop these off on Barbara's desk. I know she's anxious to get them." I walked back to Barb's desk in a daze. My face was warm with excitement and embarrassment. My cock was rock hard. My legs were rubbery. I found Barb working on a spreadsheet. I dropped the papers on her desk. "Marie sends her regards," I said. "Are you OK?" She asked. This was the first time that Barb had given me any indication she gave a damn about me. "I'm not sure yet," I said. "Is it OK if I leave for the day?" She waved me off like she couldn't give less of a shit. *** That night, I was ravenous. I realized I hadn't eaten all day. I'd worked through lunch, driven by nervous energy. I also had no desire to return to my apartment. I treated myself to the bottomless chowder bowl at the local Lobster Garden. It reminded me of library paste with rubber pencil erasers suspended in it. But I gobbled bowls full of the stuff until the refills stopped coming and I realized they were closing for the night. I walked the mile home to the apartment, as confused and agitated as I had been when I left the office. Marie clearly wanted to fuck me. But her teasing was starting to piss me off. She should have just pulled down my underwear and sucked my cock when she had the chance. I was beginning to realize that she held all the cards, and also that I couldn't expect her to behave like a college girl. She'd been fucking guys like me since before I was born. When I got to my apartment, there was a small, gift-wrapped package sitting by my door. Surprised that the meth heads next door hadn't snagged it, I unwrapped the package. Inside were two CD's: Kind of Blue and Live at the Blackhawk. Miles Fucking Davis. Marie had been to my apartment while I was eating dinner. If I had been home, would she have knocked? THURSDAY I was awakened 7:30 by my phone. I rolled oven and flipped it open. "Good morning, Jay!" Fuck. It was Marie. I cleared my throat and gathered my wits. "Uh, hello?" "Meet me in front of your building at at 8:30. I have a big day planned for us." My mind raced. What could she possibly have in mind? At this point, it could literally be anything. I was standing in front of my building at 8:30 when a Mercedes sedan pulled up to the curb with Marie at the wheel. I climbed in. Like her office, the interior of the sedan was quiet, luxurious, and filled with music. Some sort of classical thing with too many violins. "Good morning," she said. "I'm calling on customers today, and I thought you might like to tag along and learn something about the business." "Sounds good," I said. To be honest, I was hoping she was going to take me to a hotel and fuck my brains out. But customer calls beat the hell out of cataloging the computers of the dead. I picked up the CD case on the center console and read it. Beethoven's late string quartets. "I know that's a little intense for this early, but I'm in a reflective mood." Here it comes, I thought. She's going to apologize for not sucking my cock. "I wanted to apologize for yesterday afternoon. I was really only intending to take your measurements and I got carried away. That was thoughtless and disrespectful, and I'm sorry." Shit. "Feel free to disrespect me." "Heh. I was completely out of line. I was attracted to you the moment I saw you in my doorway, and I needed to know more about you. I loved the way you handled yourself while I was asking you all those personal questions. You're smart, funny, and hot. But I still haven't decided whether you're as remarkable as you seem, or if you're just a charming psychopath." How I Became a Cad "I wonder the same thing sometimes," I said. Marie laughed. "Finally, I've never fucked an employee, and I've never fucked anyone in the office." She shuddered. "I might break one of those rules for you, but I'm not about to break both." Now, I laughed. "We'll talk about this more later. We're coming up on our first customer." She didn't need to tell me to be on my best behavior. She'd just made it clear that I was still being interviewed for the position as her lover. Marie was all business the rest of the day. We spent the day driving around the edges of the airport, calling on a variety of small shipping offices in warehouses and even crappier office parks than ours. Marie carried herself with the dignity and style of Princess Diana visiting crippled orphans on their deathbeds. In every office, no matter how small or chaotic, Marie made the customer the center of her attention. It made me jealous, and a little apprehensive, to see her work these men. There was nothing sexual about it, but every one of them clearly felt that he was Marie's special friend. "I hope this isn't too dull for you," she said as she drove me to my apartment. "It beats the hell out of working for Barb," I said with a smile. "Yeah, about that. I may have given you the wrong impression the other day," she said. "Barbara's a pain in the ass, but she's also my best friend." Oh, shit. "She has an MBA from Wharton, and last year, I hired her away from KPMG." I had no idea what that meant. But it sounded impressive and tiresome. "Barbara saved Fletcher Freight. A couple of years ago, we lost a major account and almost went bankrupt. She cut expenses to the bone. She laid off 75 people, but she saved the jobs of 38. We're stable now thanks to her." I didn't say anything. My face was burning. "I won't have you disrespecting her. Is that clear?" "Understood." Had I fucked everything up? We pulled up in front of my apartment building. There was an awkward moment when she stopped the car and I realized I had no idea whether expected me to kiss her or just get the hell out of her car. She reached over and grabbed my left hand. "You did good today," she said. She pulled my hand to her face and kissed the palm. She bit the fleshy part of my thumb. "I'll see you tomorrow." "Good night, Marie." "Good night, Jay. Sweet dreams." FRIDAY I have no memory of what happened between when my alarm clock went off at 7:30 and when I found myself standing in front of Marie's closed door at 1:25, wondering if I should knock, or wait the eternity until 1:30. At that moment, the door opened. A tall, square man of about fifty came out of her office. He was wearing a suit that was both exquisite and forgettable. I recognized him from my obsessive Googling. It was Marie's husband, Paul. Paul looked for a second like he was going to tell me to fetch his car, or maybe he was going to punch me in the nose. Then he turned without speaking and made for the elevator. The whole encounter lasted a few seconds, but it happened in slow motion. As Paul stormed out, he passed Marie's tailor, who'd emerged from the elevators carrying a garment bag. "You're early, Jay," I was relieved to see that she seemed glad to see me. She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me into her office. The tailor followed us. He unzipped the garment bag. "Strip," Marie said. The suit fit like a fucking miracle and looked amazing. Marie had indeed memorized my measurements while she was feeling me up. The tailor inspected his work and saw that it was good. "I'm sorry about that. I wasn't expecting Paul to show up this afternoon. Believe me, that was a lot more awkward for me than it was for you." It didn't make it any less awkward to have this conversation in front of the tailor. "Our arrangement is strictly don't ask, don't tell. I violated the protocol by letting you two meet." Now, my bullshit detector was pegged. I'd been at my desk for the last hour copying porn onto a hard drive I'd found. She could have called and asked me to stand down if her husband were in the building. I didn't say anything, but she could tell instantly that her story wasn't flying. She waited till the tailor had finished and left. "I did violate the protocol," she said, looking guilty as she leaned on edge of the desk. "It's something neither of us have done before. But it wasn't an accident. I can't stop thinking about you. I've been obsessed with the idea of you and Paul seeing each other." "It was an awful thing to do. Please forgive me. I hope you'll still come to the party. Paul's headed to the airport, so there's no chance he'll be there." My breathing was calm and my vision had become focused. Time slowed. Meeting Paul had raised the stakes from a simple office cock tease to something more primitive. He and I both knew in the moment we met that I was going to fuck his wife. He may have been able to compartmentalize his love life and his relationship with Marie. But he'd just been confronted the reality of my existence. All the remained was for me to fulfill my role by fucking Marie. I walked over to her. I reached up and held her face in my hand and kissed her hard on the mouth. I could feel her resistance melting. I wanted to fuck her right there. I pushed her back on to the desk. She stiffened. "Not now. And definitely not here." I stopped, but didn't get off her right away. I considered my options. I turned and left her office as quickly as I could with my new suit and what remained of my dignity. When I got back to my desk, Barb was waiting for me in my cube. She look bemused. "I saw Paul leave," she said. "He didn't look happy. I warned you about Marie. She's a piece of work. I've known her for ten years, but I've never seen her as obsessed with a man as she is with you." Then, she stood up. "Can I buy you a drink?" *** Barb took me to a bar wedged between an auto shop and a porn store, around the corner from my apartment. It was sunny outside, but inside the bar was dark and smelled of spilled beer. There were only a couple of drunks at the bar. We took a booth in the corner. While we had our first round, Barb opened up a little. "Jay, I'm sorry I've been so shitty to you. I'm completely overwhelmed with getting the company back on its feet and I really don't have time to give you the attention you need." Now I felt guilty. "Sorry," I said. "I had no idea." After the second round, I told Barb what Marie had told me about her. She slumped in her chair. "Marie hired me to be the bad cop. Her people would follow her off a cliff. And they very nearly did. The layoff was the most traumatic event of my career, and I fucked it up. I'd planned my vacation six months in advance, and decided we had to lay off all those people a few weeks before I had to leave. I was so drained that I took the vacation anyway. That was a huge mistake." After the third round, we had both loosened up. "And then there's this...thing...that's going on between you and Marie. She has never had a relationship with an employee before. And it's already becoming a mess. You both seem to be twisted into knots." "I don't think there's much I can tell you about that without violating Marie's confidence," I said. The truth was I wasn't talking because the whole story made me look like a pussy. I could still feel Marie pinned beneath me, against the desk. I wished I'd just fucked her when I had the chance. We'd be asleep on that Persian rug in her office right now. "If it makes you feel any better, Paul's a creep. I have no idea why she married that contemptible shit-heel," she said. "He insisted on the open marriage." "If I've learned anything from reading 19th century novels in college, it's that new money covets the respect of old money, and that the only people who marry into the aristocracy are beautiful women." "That's pretty cold, Jay," Barb said. "Am I wrong?" "I know Maries carries herself like a sexpot, but no one is more romantic. She's never wrong about people. If she wants you, that's good enough for me. But I've never seen her so vulnerable." As we left the bar, Barb turned to me and said, "I'll see you at the party. Try and get some rest. You'll need it." She gave me a hug. *** I spent the rest of the afternoon and a good part of the evening in that sweltering apartment, trying to decide how to handle myself. At some point, I realized that I wasn't going to be able to plan this out. I didn't know how I felt about Marie. I had no idea what she wanted from me. I decided to just go and find out what this all had been leading toward. Whatever it was would be better than this. I arrived at Marie's at 10. Her house was larger than my apartment building. Some of the partygoers were beginning to trickle out as I arrived. As I walked in the door, Marie homed in on me. "I'm so glad you're here," she said. "I was getting worried." She looked amazing. She was wearing a white silk dress. The skirt was flowing and unusually modest for her, reaching the middle of her knees. But the bodice hugged her like a second skin and displayed her splendid decolletage. It fit like a corset, but without the boning. It held together through the synergy of clever engineering, fine workmanship, and Marie's remarkable body. I completely forgot why I was feeling ambivalent about her. Marie leaned over the whispered in my ear, "My God, you look fantastic in that suit. I want you to mingle, darling. I can't bear to stand next to you without climbing all over you. Meet me in the master bedroom at 11:15. It's the double doors at the top of the stairs." Then, she moved to a nearby knot of employees and proceeded to charm them. I looked around for the only other person I knew at the party. Barb was sitting by herself near the French doors. "Hey." "Hey, yourself. Nice suit," she said. "You're blushing. That's sweet." "Fuck you, Barb," I said with a smile. "How's the party?" "These people adore Marie. This is just what they needed. You won't be surprised to hear they hate my guts." No wonder she was sitting alone. "Marie's my only friend at this thing, but I told her she wouldn't be doing herself any favors hanging out with me." This was the first time I'd seen Barb in a dress, and done up proper. She was gorgeous. "You look great," I told her. "If I wasn't hoping to fuck your best friend..." I trailed off. Barb scowled. I'd probably crossed about six hard lines with that remark. "Sorry. I'm a little disoriented right now." I was lost in conversation with Barb when I heard the clock strike eleven. I looked up and realized that the party was nearly over. Marie said her last goodbyes and walked up the stairs as the stragglers made their way to the door. I waited until 11:15. When the clock chimed, Barb rose and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Take care of yourself," She said. "And take care of Marie." As she walked out the front door, I sighed and squared my shoulders. *** I knocked on the double doors. There was no answer, so I pushed them open. Marie stood on the balcony, facing away from me. Her white dress was bathed in moonlight. She looked perfect. I realized she had planned days ago for me to find her exactly like this. I closed the door and walked across the room. I wrapped my arms around her from behind and squeezed her tight. I kissed the back of her neck. I bit her slightly and sucked her salty flesh. Marie moaned and I could feel her sink into my arms. I could also feel her push her ass against my hard cock, bending over just a little. I continued to kiss her neck and tightened my arms around her waist. I slid my hands up and cupped her breasts. Marie took in her breath. "Please undo me," she said. I found the hooks at the back of her dress and undid them unsteadily. Then, I slowly unzipped the dress. I was surprised to find that she was completely naked underneath. I slid my hands down to her hips and caressed her bottom. The dress dropped to the ground, and Marie turned to face me. She stepped back onto the balcony, standing nude before me in the moonlight. She was like a classical sculpture, curvy and sensuous. Her breasts hung there, inviting me. But I was frozen, admiring her from a distance. I was thunderstruck that this remarkable woman had chosen me and was now standing there offering herself to me. I reached out my hand, grabbed the back of her neck, and pulled her toward me. She closed her eyes and her lips parted. I kissed her. She teased my lips with her tongue until I opened my mouth a little. The kiss lasted for minutes and the world spun around us. I was feeling faint. Marie opened her eyes and slid down my body to her knees. I could feel her mouth sucking and biting at my hard cock through my trousers. Realizing she was waiting for me, I reached down, unzipped my fly and pulled out my erect cock. She covered it in kisses, and slowly took it into her mouth. I was certain I was going to collapse. I took her hand, and helped her up. I walked her by the hand to the bed. She slowly began to undress me, carefully folding each item and draping it over a nearby chair. Now I was naked before her. We looked at each other, standing there, the culmination of what seemed like months of anguish squeezed into a handful of days. "I need you, Jay," she said Then she pushed me on to the bed and climbed on top of me. Her skin was warm, and soft as I traced the curves of her body. I took her breasts into my mouth, licked them gently, sucked them hard, and finally nipped them with my teeth. She begged me not to stop. She lowered herself onto my erection and I could feel her moans before I heard them. She arched her back, putting her hands on my chest, so I could see her full on top of me in the moonlight. She was magnificent. Her breasts heaved as she rode my cock. I held on tight to her hips. She thrashed and screamed as she came. She bowed her head, so her hair spilled into my face. "Don't come yet, darling," she said. "I'm not nearly finished with you." Marie lifted herself off my cock and slid up my chest, her wet cunt just above my face. I could see her wetness glistening on the hair of her bush. I stuck out my tongue, hoping to catch a few drops, but she was just out of reach. "Please eat me," she moaned, and slowly lowered her cunt onto my face. I hungrily lapped at her lips, and felt her hips buck and writhe. She smashed her cunt into my hungry mouth and fucked my face harder than she'd fucked my cock. I could barely breathe, but I was so focused on the intensity of the moment and the intimacy of the act, that I scarcely noticed. I caressed her big, round ass while she pushed herself even harder onto my waiting tongue. She came in my face. I gasped for breath as she pulled back and looked down on me. Sweat dripped off her face and tits onto me. She bit her lip and smiled at me. She shifted her weight slightly. I knew immediately what she wanted, and rolled her over in one quick motion. I climbed on top of her, kneeled between her thighs, and looked down into her wide-open eyes. I continued looking into her eyes as I fucked her hard. She never broke eye contact. As I came, I could feel myself falling into her gaze. I'll remember that moment on my deathbed. SEPTEMBER Marie and I spent every hour together that summer. Marie decided to take her first real vacation in ten years. I gave up the fiction that my summer job mattered. She showed me the world. With Marie temporarily out of the office, and the company profitable for the first time in years, employee morale improved. Barb began to earn the respect she deserved from the team. I have no idea how Paul spent his summer. I learned so much that summer. About how to treat a woman, how to buy clothes, how belong in parties to which I hadn't been invited, how to listen to classical music, how to tip a bellman, how to fake picking wine, and how not to give a fuck which fork was which. At the end of the summer I had a whole new wardrobe, and a worldly new persona. Marie took very good care of me. But it would never be the same as that first night. No matter where we went, it was impossible to avoid the impression we made: a wealthy middle-aged woman and her college-boy lover. And, although she loved me deeply, we both were painfully aware that our lives were diverging already. Over Labor Day weekend, in a house Marie had rented on Cape Cod, I told her I was thinking about dropping out of college. "That would be a mistake," she said. "Why? I've learned more from you than I'll ever learn in school. Aren't you going to miss me?" "Darling, I'm going to miss you the rest of my life," she said. "What do you mean?" "I love you. But this is killing me and we both know there's nothing to be done about it," she said. "And I'm starting to realize that you're kind of an asshole." She got up and left the house. I waited there for two days and nights, but I never heard from her again. *****