17 comments/ 40293 views/ 21 favorites The Hottie In The Window By: EddyFox 1. Sightings "Good heavens, there she is." Bob caught a glimpse of her shoulder length blond hair as she walked past his office window. He stood up out of his chair and drank in the sight of her as she made her way from her car to the front of the office building. This is why he came to work early. This is why he arranged his morning so he could be near his window. Just to watch this unnamed beauty walk from her SUV to the front of the building. He had barely gotten to his desk before the morning's entertainment had begun. "What a naughty little minx you are, thinking you could get past me!" Bob had been talking to her more and more of late, chastising her for walking past while he wasn't looking, or thanking her for wearing her hair a certain way, sporting a particularly high pair of heels, or displaying herself in a spaghetti strap top and tight pair of jeans. Bob chuckled to himself as he refocused his attention at the work on his desk. He had almost completed his paperwork when he heard a knock on his door. "Hey Bob!" Charlie entered Bob's office, eyes wide; like he just heard he was getting a pay increase. "Did you see that blond?" "Hair down to here?" Bob indicated just to the top of his shoulder blades with his hand. Charlie nodded yes. "Wearing shades?" Again with the nod. "Five foot seven?" Nod. "Two inch heels?" Nod. "Drives the grey Ford Explorer." Stunned look. "License plate NCF-8385?" Stunned look. "Don't know who you're talking about." It took a second for the joke to sink in. Charlie had a good sense of humor, but Bob was very quick-witted and feared no joke. As far as Bob was concerned, a groan was as good as a laugh. "Hey, can you come look at my computer for a sec? It's doing something weird." Bob was up out of his seat before Charlie had finished his sentence. The paperwork was not urgent, and friends get better service than everyone else. The fastest way to Charlie's office was through the lobby of the building, so they cut through like they normally do. Charlie opened the door to the lobby and completely forgot about his computer problem. There She stood in a green short-sleeve blouse and a form-fitting pair of Levi's talking to some guy. Fortunately, Bob looked up, or he would have run over Charlie. He was unabashedly ogling her and had stopped dead in his tracks to do so. Bob put his hands out and pushed him across the lobby. She noticed the commotion they were causing and regarded them with a long, lazy, emotionless glare before going back to her conversation. Bob's face flared red as he refocused his attention on Charlie and moved him across the lobby as quickly as possible. Charlie's hungry gaze didn't waver until they were into the next office. "Nice. That was really subtle, Charlie." Bob ducked past and headed toward Charlie's office. "What? She loved it." Charlie quickly refocused in the absence of a distraction. "You saw the way she looked at me." "Yes. I saw." Bob plopped in Charlie's desk chair and moved the mouse to wake the computer up from the screen saver. "She was wondering if you were going to run over and try and drag her off by her hair." "Ooo!" Charlie stared off into space. "There's an image. Grabbing a handful of hair as I lean her over the desk and do her doggie-style." "What is your computer doing?" Bob found it much more difficult to concentrate on computer problems with the image of a beautiful blond bent over the desk screaming his name as he brought her to orgasm from behind. 2. Swindle Tuesday started off much like Monday had. After checking email, changing out backup tapes, and filling out paper work, Bob headed off to the restroom to take care of a much more mundane task. He pushed the door out into the lobby, and as he turned left, he heard the door of the women's room open, and out She walked. Bob had just enough where-with-all to manage a "Good Morning". "Your friend's a jerk." The expression on her face would have been understandable if he had called her a nasty name. Her pace never slowed as she rushed past Bob. "I prefer to think of him as 'unfiltered'." She pulled up short but didn't turn around. "Anything that pops into his head comes out his mouth. Please allow me to apologize on behalf of my entire gender. Men are pigs." She turned and closed the distance between them in two steps. "How?" "I'm sorry. I don't understand." "How are you going to make it up to me?" Suddenly, Bob felt like he was back in English class and the teacher was asking for the term paper he didn't complete. "Uh...let me buy you dinner?" Maybe this was an opportunity. She crossed her arms as she spoke. "Where?" "Winston's Grill?" She seemed to mull it over for a second, and then held out her hand, palm up. "I think I can get out of there for about $50." Bob knew he was trapped, and it had been a trap of his own design. No other option presented itself, so he reached for his wallet and pulled out two twenties and a ten, and handed them to her. "Thanks." She turned and went back in the office suite with a smile of smug satisfaction on her face. 3.Restaurants "Wait, wait, wait. So this guy at work offers to take you to dinner to apologize for the shortcomings of his entire gender, and you take his money?" Jane followed Kelly and the waiter to a table in the middle of the restaurant. Kelly had called her at 2:00 and suggested a girls-night-out at Winston's Grill, and the first $50 was on her. "Oh please. He was obviously trying to schmoose me." The waiter pulled out a chair and Jane sat down. Kelly, unwilling to wait, pulled the opposite chair out and seated herself. "Can I get you ladies something to drink while you look over the menu?" "Just water with lemon." "Unsweetened ice tea." The waiter left and the girls started deciding what they would have for dinner. "I don't know. He gave you the money anyway. Sounds like he might be a nice guy." "Or a complete wimp!" Kelly was absorbed in the appetizers. "If he was a complete wimp, he would have never asked you out," replied Jane. "Do we want an appetizer?" "I was just thinking about that." The ladies lapsed into silence as they perused the appetizer choices. The waiter interrupted them. "Here we are ladies. Ice tea, water with lemon, and the Sterling Merlot." The ladies looked up from their menus. "We didn't order any wine." Kelly didn't bother hiding the annoyance in her voice. If the waiter was going to be incompetent, this was going to be a long meal. "Compliments of the gentleman at the bar." Kelly turned to see the guy from the office raise his drink in salute, down the last of it, place the empty glass on the bar, and walk out the door. "Is that him?" When Jane didn't get an answer, she looked at Kelly, and saw the steam coming out of her ears. "Is that him?" she repeated. "Yes," Kelly managed through clenched teeth. "So 'nice' and 'cute'. HE's obviously chasing YOU." Jane went back to the menu. Kelly spun back around to face Jane. "What makes you say that?" "Your taste in men isn't that good." Jane decided to have the petite filet mignon. Bob knew she'd be there. The way she walked in the building said volumes. She was angry, and her anger had fueled his resolve. He walked out into the lobby of the building on the pretense of going to the restroom. He was not surprised in the least when she started yelling the moment he came out the access door. "You've got a lot of nerve showing up at the restaurant last night! I do not like being followed!" "And I don't like being maneuvered out of fifty bucks by a very pretty girl who doesn't like being looked at." Bob's voice was low and calm, like the tone of voice police use to talk a jumper off a ledge. "Let's try this again. I'm going to be at The Butcher Block at seven o' clock for dinner. If you would like to join me and sit at my table, I would be more than happy to pay for your meal. Of course, you will be required to endure my company for approximately 90 minutes. That's 90 minutes for two very nice meals. I think you're getting a bargain." Kelly was a little shocked. She had expected to really sink her fangs into this guy, but instead had gotten a compliment and another dinner invitation. She frantically tried to find something she could use against him. "Aren't you going to pick me up?" "Do you trust me to know where you live?" "No, I don't." "I didn't think so. That's why I didn't offer." Bob slipped past her and into the restroom. "See you at seven." He was mildly surprised she wasn't standing there when he came out. Bob was out in front of The Butcher Block at 6:45. He was dressed casually, but sharply. He decided to give her until 7:15 to show up, and then he would go in and eat by himself. He was very proud of himself for not jumping up off the bench when Her grey Explorer pulled into the parking lot. "Good evening." Her lack of response was not surprising given the expression on her face. He moved to get the door for her. "You look fantastic." The storm cloud above her head just made it through the oversized door of the restaurant. Bob moved to the host station. "Hi. I have a reservation for 7:00 under the name of Ingram." The hostess looked up after scanning her book for a few seconds. "Yes sir. If you'll follow me?" She sat them at a table on the back wall of the restaurant. "Well, first things first. I'm Bob Ingram." He held out his hand across the table. She scanned it looking for a concealed weapon. "Kelly Green." She shook his hand quickly. A smile crept across Bob's face. She always dreaded telling people her name. "Well, go ahead." "No, no, I'm sure that you've heard every conceivable comment." She was looking uncomfortable and Bob didn't want to aggravate her any further. "Did your parents do that to you intentionally?" "No. They didn't realize what they had done until I was ten." She opened the menu, hoping to stem the conversation. "I'll bet high school wasn't very fun." Bob was hoping she'd take the bait. "No, it wasn't. Teen age boys try to impress teen age girls any way they can. Most of them try to be funny." Kelly's first reading of the menu didn't stick. The waiter came over and asked for their drink orders. "Did you like the wine last night? We could try something else if you'd like." "Whatever." The wine reminded her that she was supposed to be angry with him for last night. Bob watched her close up again and decided on a different wine. "We'll have the Zinfandel. Thanks." Bob eased off the joke he had in mind, but he filed it away for use later. They settled into an uneasy silence as they hid behind their menus. When the waiter returned with the wine, Bob made a production of examining the cork, and tasting the wine. The waiter was happy to play along, and left them after pouring a glass of wine for each of them. Kelly couldn't take it any more after reading the menu for the twelfth time. "What do you want?" "I was thinking about the chateaubriand." "No." Kelly put the menu down. "What do you want from ME?" Bob put his menu down as well. "I want to have an engaging conversation with a beautiful woman over an excellent dinner." "Bullshit." Bob leaned in closer. "I'll make a deal with you. You can ask me any question and I will answer it truthfully. I will not lie to you. Ok?" "Impossible!" "Try me." "Ok." Kelly's mind was racing for something to ask that he'd have to lie about. "Do you masturbate?" "Yes." Bob saw Kelly's disgusted look. "In my experience, there are two kinds of men in the world; those that masturbate, and those that lie about not masturbating. Men are pigs." Kelly looked down, processing this new piece of information. She was having a hard time finding something to make her pissed off at this guy, and so far, he had done everything right. "What do you want?" Bob picked the menu back up. The waiter would be back soon. "Not to be hurt again." Kelly looked up at Bob. She hadn't meant to say that. Bob sat stunned. Slowly he reached for his wine glass and offered a toast. "To not being hurt again." Kelly slowly raised her glass to touch Bob's. They tasted the wine and returned their glasses to the table. Bob took a deep breath. "Her name was Susan. We met my sophomore year in college. I fell in love with her almost instantly. I proposed six months later. We set the date for the summer after she graduated. She had wanted a medium sized wedding, about 75 people, which was fine with me. It was pretty much your 'groom gets left at the alter' story. I was essentially a shut-in for the next six months. I went to work and I watched TV. I even let the phone get disconnected. I've been on dates a few times in the past five years, but those were mostly set-ups by friends." Bob reached for his wine glass and took a swallow to calm himself. Kelly realized it was her turn. That didn't make it any easier to start. "His name was Steve. I had just graduated when I met him. He was going to med school in the fall. I found a job and he moved in with me within four months. I was working and he was going to school. We were going to flip-flop after he graduated; he would work and I would go to school. One day I came home and the apartment had been cleaned out. I tried to call Steve, but I couldn't reach him. He never came home. I knew he wouldn't be coming back when I discovered the checking account had been cleaned out, too. The cops said there was nothing they could do." Kelly seemed to be trying to stare a hole in the table. "To Steve and Susan. May they rot in hell." Kelly looked up to see Bob extending his glass again. After a final drink, the waiter returned and they placed their order. Dinner was pleasant, and the conversation ranged over various topics. Bob made an effort to focus the discussion on her and keep the banter light, discussing things like work, and hobbies. They really didn't have that much in common, but that didn't prevent them from having a pleasant meal together. The waiter came and took the dinner plates away. Kelly excused herself to the restroom. When she returned, Bob was almost laughing to himself as she sat back down. "What's so funny?" "Men are pigs." Bob took another sip of wine. "You keep saying that. What do you mean?" "The veil that separates men from rolling around in the mud of their lusts is a thin one, and you can see them push the boundary if you look. When you went to the ladies' room, every man in this place watched you go, except for two old guys in the corner, and I think they may be dead. When you came back, I could feel their focus settle on me. I'm currently the most envied man in this room." Kelly absorbed the information quietly. "So...you'll still answer any question I ask you truthfully?" Bob finished his wine. "Yes. Ask me anything and I will answer you truthfully. Be careful what you ask, though. I will not spare your feelings to sacrifice the truth." "Understood. What do you think of my boobs?" Kelly made sure to sit strait up in her chair without pushing her chest out. Bob reflected that one bottle of wine shared between two people will loosen the tongue. "With the limited information I have at my disposal, I'd say they are excellent. I've thought that for a long time." Kelly's brow wrinkled. "A long time? What do you mean '...a long time'?" "Every morning, you park your Explorer, pull out your purse, your water bottle, and your lunch in a plastic grocery bag, and walk past my window into the office. I've watched you do that for over a year now. Men are pigs." This was not the first time that Bob had feared that his 'policy of truth' would send Kelly stomping out of the restaurant. Kelly was stunned. "You've been checking me out for over a year?" Bob simply nodded. "I can't see in the building when I walk in." Her eyes became unfocused as she tried to remember anything embarrassing she might have done while walking in from the parking lot. She decided to go back to the original subject. "So you like them?" Bob nodded. Her insecurity about her figure was an indicator. "Steve thought they were too small, didn't he?" Kelly reluctantly nodded yes, her eyes wide as saucers. "What a pig. I've never even met him, and already, I hate him." Kelly fought desperately to regain her composure. "Well, 'More than a mouthful is a waste' anyway." Bob suddenly got very serious. "You've never 'done it' with a girl, have you?" Kelly again found herself on the defensive. "No. Why?" "It's just when I hear a guy say something like that, I know immediately that he has no idea what he's doing." Bob turned to the waiter as he approached the table. "Can I interest you in any desert?" Bob turned to Kelly with a questioning look. Kelly held her stomach and shook her head 'no'. "Not even a piece of cheesecake to split?" At least Bob wasn't trying to get out cheep. Kelly again shook her head. "That will be all, thanks. Could we have the check?" "I see what you're trying to do. You want to immobilize me with food and then have your way with me." Bob made a big production of snapping his fingers in frustration. "Curses! Foiled again. How did you figure it out?" Kelly sat back and took the napkin out of her lap. "Men are pigs." She paused, considering if she really wanted the answer to her next question. "How do you expect this evening to end?" "I expect to be allowed to escort you to the front of the restaurant, letting these degenerates know that you are with me. Then I will bid you good evening and watch you walk to your car and drive away." Kelly was silent. The check came. Bob looked it over and placed some cash in the receipt book. "Are you ready?" Kelly nodded and while she collected her purse, Bob got up and moved to help her with her chair. She preceded him to the front of the restaurant. The gentle sway of her walk had Bob almost hypnotized by the time they made it to the front door. As she slowed, Bob said, "May I walk you to your car?" "I thought you said you expected to..." "I told you what I expected, not what I hoped." "What are you thinking right now." Bob rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm imagining what you'd look like underneath me." Still telling the truth, regardless of the cost. Bob watched Kelly move gracefully down the steps outside the Butcher Block. She turned after the last step. "I thought you were walking me to my car." "Sorry. My fault." Bob moved quickly to her side as they traversed the parking lot. When they reached Kelly's car, Bob decided it was time to violate Kelly's personal space. He moved to within six inches of Kelly's face. "I had a good time this evening." "So did I." She looked into his eyes, unsure of what should happen next, unsure of what she wanted to happen next. Bob held her eyes with his own, looking for some kind of sign, fearing that sign might come as a slap across the face. When Kelly's gaze slid down to his lips, he moved forward and kissed her softly, bringing his right hand up to stroke her cheek. She stared at him after he broke the kiss. Bob waited patiently. Kelly made her decision. "Follow me." Bob sprinted off to his car. Kelly giggled to see this composed man break into a run like a little kid. 4.Collecting Data Kelly drove up to her townhouse complex and pulled into her regular spot. Bob was close behind and went looking for a guest parking spot. She had taken it easy driving back to her place as much as she would have loved to make Bob chase her. The wine in her system made her a more cautious driver. She opened the door and deposited her purse and keys on the small table in the foyer. She had left the door open on purpose, and smiled to herself as she heard Bob close the door and follow her into the living room. She turned to face him. "I've got a question for you." The Hottie In The Window Pt. 02 Thanks to papaya_lynne for editing and help with the story. 5. The Challenge Kelly knew she was being watched when she pulled into work. She retrieved her purse, her lunch, and her water bottle from the Explorer, closed the door, and started down the sidewalk to the front door of the building. She was half way to the building when the lights on a Honda Accord flashed when she stepped in front of it. She stopped, turned, and looked at the building. She heard someone knocking on glass and watched her reflection shake in the fifth window on the ground floor. 'So that's where he sits.' She turned and continued into the building. Bob knew from the smirk Kelly had flashed at his office that she was in the mood to play. He completed his morning routine and headed for the john. Kelly was standing in the lobby of the building talking with a male coworker. "What are you looking at, you big geek?" Her smile indicated that this was her idea of 'playful banter'. "You know," Bob said as he smiled and walked around her into the restroom, "you keep parking your broom in the handicapped spot, you're going to get a ticket." Kelly's jaw dropped in mock surprise. The smile in her eyes assured Bob that he had not pushed her too far. Kelly pushed the door open and walked out into the sweltering heat of the day. She looked up and saw Bob sitting on the hood of his Honda. "Can I carry your books, little girl?" Kelly stopped in front of him. "What makes you think I want you to?" Bob stood up and held out his hand. "Because you didn't say 'no' immediately." Kelly handed him her lunch bag and started looking for her keys as she headed for her car. "You're pretty confident. You better be sure your ass can cash the checks your mouth is writing." Bob fell into step right beside Kelly. "Oh, I got all kind o' skills that you ain't seen yet." Kelly unlocked her door and got in. "Oh fuck you." "Your place is closest." Kelly turned and saw the challenge in Bob's eyes. He handed the lunch bag to her through the open door. "Prove it." Bob sprinted to his car as Kelly barked her tires leaving the parking lot. Ten minutes later, he was sprinting up the walkway to her apartment. The door had been left open. He walked in and slammed the door behind him. Kelly was again standing in the middle of her living room. "Let's see what you got, looser!" "Take your clothes off." He grabbed his button-down oxford at the center of his chest and, with one yank, sent buttons flying all over Kelly's apartment. "NOW!" Kelly started removing her clothes quickly. "Oh. The big, strong man is gonna rip my clothes off." They were both naked quickly. Bob advanced on Kelly like he was hunting her. She backed against the wall, but the challenge on her face never wavered. "You gonna give me your best shot?" Bob reached down and grabbed her left leg at the knee and picked her leg up. Kelly gave a little yelp as she reflexively reached out to his shoulders for balance. "Are you excited?" Bob's left hand went straight to her sex. "Let's see if you're ready. Oh, you're nice and wet, aren't you." Kelly snaked a hand down and grabbed Bob's cock. "Is that all you got for me?" She stroked it softly. "You better bring your 'A' game today, buddy." Bob slipped Kelly's knee up to his elbow and reached down to get her other leg. He hoisted her up off the floor and slid her down on his cock. With three strokes, he was completely buried inside her. Bob pinned her to the wall and began to pound her with all his might. Kelly started back with the verbal abuse through clenched teeth. "Give it to me! Give me that cock! You got nothin'!" Bob thrust into her relentlessly. He was able to stave off his impending orgasm by trying to knock her pictures off the wall. Bob fell into a rhythm as their bodies slammed together. "Is that all you got? Is that all you gah...ahh...AHH...AHH!" Kelly's nails sought blood as they dug into Bob's back. The added stimulation sent him over the edge as well. Bob grunted repeatedly as he filled her with his cum. Bob released Kelly's right leg. His legs were shaking as he disengaged from her. He eased down on the floor, gulping air. Kelly sank to the floor and nuzzled Bob's neck. Bob finally managed, "How's...that?" "Damn." "Thank you. You're...amazing." They sat on the floor naked, trying to get their breathing back to normal. The silence was comfortable, not needing to be broken. Bob only spoke when the afterglow faded away. "I'd like to upgrade our relationship...if that's ok." Kelly pulled back and looked at Bob's face. "What do you want to upgrade to?" "Friends...with benefits...if that's ok?" "You mean 'fuck-buddies'?" Bob was surprised at Kelly's frank language and the smile that crossed her face. "I wouldn't have put it quite that way, but yes...essentially." Bob's face reddened. "You're determined to take this slowly, aren't you?" Bob rested his forehead against hers. "Yes, I am. I don't want to rush into anything, and I don't think you do either." Kelly sighed, "You're right. You're right." Bob stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. "If you want to change our relationship to something else, or leave it the way it is, just tell me, and I'll consider it." Kelly shook her head and pulled back to look at him. Damn, why does he have to do that so well? "No. You're right. I just...I just feel like such a slut! I can't seem to keep my fucking hands off you!" Bob smiled. "You're not a slut. You're just a kid with a new toy. Come on. It's 6:00. Let's go find something to eat." They rose up off the floor and began searching for their clothes. Kelly did a quick mental check of what she had in the kitchen, and came up with a few things for one person, but nothing for two. "Uh, do you want to go out?" "No, I can't." Bob was pulling his legs into his button-fly jeans. "I'm tapped out till payday. Two VERY nice meals will do that to you." "Oh, great. Now I feel like shit, eating you out of house and home." Bob walked over and put on his oxford, looking for the non-existent buttons. "Relax, Sweetheart. It was a bargain at twice the price." "Fine. We're going out. My treat." Bob had a hard time arguing with her because she was already out the door headed for her car. 6.Friends in need Kelly pulled into the apartment complex and navigated her way to the front of Jane's apartment. As soon as she killed the engine, Jane came running out the door. "Hi Kelly!" At least they would get an early start. They jumped back into Kelly's car and headed out to the rental place. "How big a truck did you reserve?" Kelly asked as they pulled out of the complex. "It's a 16-foot truck." Jane was dreading the interrogation, but Kelly had agreed to help her move. "Did you get boxes?" Jane answered quickly. "I got the clerk at the liquor store to help me load them. We have plenty of boxes." "Great." Maybe this was going to turn out better than expected. "How many people are coming to help?" Jane balled up into a defensive crouch, and her voice got high and soft. "None?" "WHAT!" Just as a ray of hope broke through the clouds... "You didn't get ANYONE ELSE to help us?" "Everybody at the office either had something else to do, or backed out yesterday." She was glad she didn't tell Kelly until right now; otherwise Kelly would have flown around the office browbeating people into helping her. "You and I cannot move you out of that apartment by ourselves!" Kelly's face was flushed, and that little vein in her neck started popping out. Jane was content to sit quietly in the passenger seat and let Kelly fume. Jane learned some new words during the remainder of the trip to the rental place, but she was sure that her mother would not be proud of her new vocabulary. Kelly stopped Jane half way to the rental counter. "I have an idea. It's a long shot, but if I get ANY shit from you, I'll walk right now, and take any chance of help with me. Understand?" Jane just nodded her head. Kelly pulled out her cell phone and dialed while Jane filled out paperwork for the truck. "Hello." The voice sounded groggy, but she recognized it as Bob's. "Hi Bob. It's Kelly." "Hi. How are you?" "Fine." Kelly hesitated. "Do you have anything planned for today?" "Not really. I was going to do some light yardwork, then some light housework, then some Lite beer work." Bob sensed the train coming toward him. Kelly didn't sound cheerful. "Why?" "I need a favor." Kelly quickly explained her situation. "...and so now you're down to the bottom of the barrel," Bob stated matter-of-factly. "Please." It only took Bob a few seconds to realize that he didn't really have a choice. "DAMN IT! You're gonna owe me bigtime." Bob moved through his house to the computer. "You are a lifesaver." Kelly was sure she knew what was going to be required in payment, and that wasn't entirely bad. "No. I'm a complete sucker for a damsel in distress. What's her address?" Kelly read Jane's address off the rental form. "Let me tell you how to get there." "No need." Kelly heard keystrokes in the background. "Ok. I'll throw on some clothes and meet you in about thirty minutes." Kelly hung up the cell phone and went to her car to wait for Jane to drive the rental truck to the apartment. They had pulled into the complex and parked when Kelly saw the familiar grey Honda Accord pull into the guest spot a few yards away. Kelly gathered them both in front of the apartment and made introductions. "Jane, this is Bob, our resident knight in shining armor. Bob, this is my helpless and hapless friend, Jane." "The armor's at the dry cleaners." Bob managed to keep his face completely sober. Jane reached out and shook Bob's hand with feeling. "I really appreciate you helping us out today." Bob turned to the complex, eager to get moving. "I remember you from Winston's Grill. Tell me, why is it that pretty girls always end up with pretty friends?" Kelly punched him in the arm a little harder than 'playful'. They opened the door to Jane's apartment. Kelly began to feel her stomach tense up. She saw the liquor boxes stacked inside one another by the back door, but otherwise, the place was in perfect order. "Jane, are those all the boxes you have?" "Yes. That's plenty for all my stuff." Kelly nearly turned purple. "YOU HAVEN"T PACKED YET!?!?" Jane flinched like Kelly hit her. Bob collapsed into the easy chair, laughing so hard he couldn't breathe, which only made Kelly angrier. Kelly was having a hard time organizing her thoughts so she could give Jane the verbal beating she so richly deserved. "Wait, wait." Bob had gathered himself enough to intervene. "We need the truck backed up to the front door. Jane, take some boxes upstairs and start dumping your stuff in them as fast as you can. You've lost the luxury of packing. Kelly, you might as well start in the kitchen. I'll go move the truck." Bob started out the door, giggling like an idiot as he went. He reflected that putting Kelly with the sharp objects and the breakable things might have been a mistake. Jane was presented an opportunity to get away from Kelly, and she beat a hasty retreat. As Kelly clanked and rattled and crashed around the kitchen, she would look up every time Bob came through the door. He didn't seem to be in a hurry. He moved deliberately and purposefully, but not quickly. When he had moved everything he could handle by himself, he asked for Jane's help. All three of them had to pitch in to move the sofa. Lunch, which was the normal moving fare of delivered pizza and beer, was quiet. Bob was tired, Kelly was angry, and Jane was scared. When they broke from lunch, Bob followed Kelly into the kitchen. "She didn't 'not pack' at you. She made a mistake, and now you are really scaring your friend. Take it easy. Slow down, or you're going to ware yourself out." "How can you laugh about this?" Bob pinned her to the counter, wrapped an arm around her waist, and copped a feel of her ass while he nibbled at her neck. "We're all going to laugh about this later. I'm going to laugh about it now." As he disengaged from Kelly, he popped her on the ass with a loud smack. Bob's smile was infuriating as he walked out the door, never slacking in his gate. Bob made it a point to be very annoying to Kelly during the afternoon. Every time he walked back in the apartment, he snuck into the kitchen to nibble a neck, or smack a butt cheek, or tickle a rib, or cop a feel. It quickly became dangerous for Bob to go in the kitchen, because Kelly would swing the nearest pot, pan, or utensil at him whenever he got near her. She worked very hard to stay angry between fits of the giggles. Dinner time rolled around and the last of the pizza and beer were consumed. Jane was too tired to be scared any more, and Kelly was too tired to be angry. At eight o' clock they put the last of Jane's things in the truck. Jane put her hands on her hips and stretched her back. "Ohhh! I need a shower. OH FUCK!" "What?" Everyone was too worn out to react quickly. Kelly was dead on her feet. "I packed all my stuff. I don't have any clothes, or toiletries, or anything." Jane looked like she was about to cry. "Get in your car and follow me." Bob was already moving Kelly to the truck. Bob backed the moving van into his driveway, leaving only about a foot between it and his one car garage. He led Kelly and Jane into his house, eased Kelly onto his sofa, and headed down the hall. Jane just stood in the living room, numb. Bob returned with a towel, a pair of boxers, and a tee shirt. "The bathroom is at the end of the hall. Bring me your clothes and I'll wash them." Jane came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later to find Kelly asleep with her head on a pillow in Bob's lap. Bob's breathing was slow and steady, but his head snapped up when he heard Jane approaching. "Do you need anything else?" Jane shook her head. "The guest room is the first one on the left. Goodnight." "Goodnight, Bob. I can't thank you enough for all your help." Bob simply nodded as he pulled Kelly up off the sofa and lead her to the master bedroom. When he got Kelly to the bathroom, he removed his own clothes, and then hers. The hot water energized Kelly enough to get herself washed. After she had dried, Bob led her to the bed and put her in it naked. He slipped on a robe and gathered their clothes, starting one big load of laundry. Kelly was already snoring lightly as he slipped under the covers. Kelly opened her eyes and tried to make sense of where she was. She blinked her eyes as memories of the previous day made her realize that she was in Bob's bed. Bob. She rolled over and found Bob's green eyes staring at her. "Good morning." Kelly stretched as far as she could and let go a yawn. "Good morning. You were out like a light last night." "I was very tired." Kelly blinked her eyes hard a few times, as if to make sure they still operated correctly. When she looked at Bob again, he looked troubled. "What's wrong?" "You." Bob reached over and very carefully moved Kelly's blond hair out of her face. "It would be very easy to just fall in love with you and take care of you." Bob continued to play with Kelly's hair. "I don't need 'taking care of'," Kelly said, a little less defiantly than she meant. "You don't need 'taking care of' very often, but you needed it last night." "You could fall in love with Jane. She needs 'taking care of'." Bob chuckled. "Jane needs 'taking care of' all the time. That would get old fast." Kelly rolled toward Bob and kissed him softly. When Bob returned her kiss, she pulled the rumpled covers from between them, allowing their naked bodies to press together. Bob's hands roamed over the perfect skin of her back until she pushed his shoulder, urging him onto his back. Kelly broke the kiss and began exploring down Bob's chest with her hands and tongue. She felt Bob tense each time her tongue touched his chest, which she couldn't quite understand. When Kelly's tongue found his nipple, Bob yelped and roughly grabbed Kelly's head. "Tickelish?" "Very." "I'm sorry. Well...not really." Her grin didn't reassure Bob at all. "I'll try to be good." Bob released her head slowly and she resumed her explorations, only now she kissed instead of licked. As she neared his navel, she turned her attentions to his hardening cock. She wrapped her hand around it and brought it away from his body, licking it like an ice cream cone. Bob's eyes closed as he concentrated completely on Kelly's efforts. She placed the tip of his cock in her mouth and worked her tongue on the tender underside of the cap. Bob tried to stop breathing, and was only successful for about 20 seconds at a time. He gulped at the air when he couldn't hold his breath any longer. Kelly bobbed her head three times on his dick and then let it slip out of her mouth. She began to crawl up Bob's body, making sure to slide his dick between her tits. She reached down and placed the head of his cock at her entrance and lowered herself down in one slow, smooth stroke. Bob's moan caught in his throat, making it almost sound like he was choking. Kelly began rocking her hips back and forth slowly. Her eyes were closed as she concentrated on metering her pace. Bob let his hands explore, rubbing her back, kneading her ass cheeks, and finally settling on her nipples, rolling them just a little in his fingers. Kelly didn't last long under these conditions, and Bob reveled only for a moment in the excruciating pleasure that twisted her face as her orgasm shook her. Bob quickly exploded himself, and the sound of their breathing rasped in their throats as they struggled to recover. Bob pulled Kelly to him, and she relaxed her arms, allowing herself to be held. "Thank you for helping us." Kelly pulled her head back and looked into Bob's eyes. "You're welcome." Calm had returned to Bob's face. "Would you like to upgrade our relationship a bit?" Bob furrowed his brow. "I think I'd like to leave it just like it is right now, if that's OK?" "That's fine." She started brushing his hair with her fingers. "Do I still scare you?" Kelly sounded like she was looking for facts. "Yes, but not as much as when we woke up." "Good." Kelly rolled off Bob and made her way to the bathroom. "We've still got a lot to do today." When she came out of the bathroom, Bob handed her a pair of boxers and a tee shirt, and took his turn at the facilities. After putting on some clothes himself, they went to the kitchen in search of food. They found Jane sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of orange juice. "I would have fixed breakfast, but I don't know what you have, or what you like." Bob pulled eggs and bread and milk and bacon and pans out, and asked Jane and Kelly to start breakfast. He stepped out of the room and returned after the dryer had started. With a good breakfast out of the way, Bob retrieved the cleaned and dried clothes. The three were on their way in twenty minutes time and spent most of the day unloading the moving truck into Jane's new apartment. Jane was left with rooms full of boxes. Bob was left with dozens of sore muscles. Kelly vowed she would never help Jane move again. The Hottie In The Window Pt. 03 Thanks to papaya_lynne and OVERLAND for help with this story. Feedback, positive and negative, is always appreciated. 7. Payback When Kelly pulled up to the office on Tuesday and saw Bob coming out to meet her, she knew something was wrong. "Hi." Bob flashed a winning smile that didn't fool her for an instant. "Hi yourself." "You look nice today." "What do you want?" Bob's face fell as he realized his ruse was in vain. "I need a favor." "Uh-hu." "I need you to be my girlfriend." "What's the catch?" "Well, there is this girl in my office who's got the hots for me, but I only like her as a friend. She stops by my office and talks my ear off when I'm trying to get work done. She follows me from one end of the building to the other. It's gotten so bad that I'm taking the long way around the office to keep from passing by her desk. So, I figured that if I got a new girlfriend and introduced her...you...to Barbara, it would convince her that I'm off the market and she'll leave me alone." Bob looked desperate. "So you want me to poach on this other girl's perceived property just because you're too much of a coward to tell this floozy to fuck off?" "'Coward' is such an ugly word. I much prefer 'chicken-shit'". "It won't work." Kelly continued on her way in the building with Bob in her wake. "Why not?" "She's not taken the obvious hints so far. What makes you think a little thing like 'reality' is going to make her change her ways?" Bob sped by her to get the door. "Please? I don't know what else to do." Kelly heard the echo of her own voice as she stood in the moving truck rental place with Jane only two days earlier. She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Alright. What's your plan?" "She covers for the receptionist from 12:30 to 1:30. You come over about 12:40 or so and ask for me. When I come in the lobby, I give you a kiss and we walk out the door arm in arm." "Fine. I'll be there." "Thanks." Bob opened the office door Kelly was headed to and held it for her. Kelly soon found herself absorbed in her daily tasks. Unfortunately, people whom she had to deal with today insisted on being stupid; something Kelly had a very hard time dealing with. She was soon very out-of-sorts and before she knew it, it was past noon. She pulled her lunch out of the refrigerator, popped the lasagna she had made two days ago in the microwave, and headed back toward her desk. She remembered her lunch date just as she put the second bite in her mouth. Cursing under her breath, she sealed the plastic box back up and put it back in the fridge, downing her water when she got back to her desk. At 12:35, she got her purse and headed out the door for the office across the way. An attractive platinum blonde with shoulder length hair sat behind the desk. She was pretty in a very classic way, but as Kelly crossed the lobby, she could tell that Barbara, if that's who this person was, was very liberal with make-up. "Good afternoon. May I help you?" The blonde was very professional and gushed 'receptionist' all over the place. "Bob Ingram, please." Kelly started to analyze this person more closely. Her request for Bob didn't seem to ruffle her. "May I say who's calling?" The question was not necessary, but it wasn't out of the ordinary either. "My name is Kelly Green." She had learned that saying 'I'm Kelly Green' usually lead to laughing or confusion. "Thank you." The blonde picked up the phone and dialed. Kelly took the opportunity to gaze around the room, but her attention never left the receptionist. "There's a Kelly Green to see you." The blonde hung up the phone. "He'll be right up." Kelly turned back to the receptionist, "Thanks," and resumed looking around, keeping the other woman in her peripheral vision. Bob came around the corner with a big smile on his face. "Hi, Gorgeous." Kelly submitted to his quick kiss. "Barbara, this is my girlfriend Kelly. Kelly, this is my friend Barbara." "It's nice to meet you, Kelly." The two women shook hands. "It's nice to meet you, Barbara." Bob grabbed Kelly by the hand. "Come on. I want to show you something." He turned the corner into his office and did his best gameshow hostess imitation at his office window. "Oh, my god." Kelly had never considered the building from this vantage point. "It's like you get out of your Explorer and walk across a stage just for me." Bob was grinning from ear to ear. Kelly could see the left headlight of her car through one side of the window and the edge of the boxwoods that framed the entrance to the building through the other side. It seemed as though the window was designed specifically to view her trip into the building. She was suddenly very self-conscious. "Have I ever done anything stupid out there?" Bob had saddled up very close behind her and whispered, "Not that I've seen...Oh, about two months ago, you made it almost all the way into the building when you realized you had forgotten something, and went all the way back to the car to get it. Then you walked back into the building again. THAT was a very good day." Kelly blushed. No one had ever scrutinized her to this extent before. It was clear that Bob spent a lot of time watching her through this window. He pushed her hair to the side and kissed her at the base of her neck, sending a chill down her spine. "Let's go get something to eat. I'm starving." They went back through the receptionist area holding hands. Bob made a big production out of holding the door open for her. Kelly found herself hoping that Barbara was stewing in her own juices. Latter that evening, Kelly sat down on the couch and picked up the book off the coffee table. She finally had a little time for herself and was content to sit on the sofa and read for an hour. Hopefully, the book would drive the thoughts of that platinum bitch in Bob's office out of her mind. The phone interrupted her after the first page. "Hello?" "Hi. It's Bob. Are you busy?" "No. I'm just sitting here reading a book. What's up?" "I'd really like to see you." He didn't sound very cheerful. "Sure. Where are you?" "I'm just leaving work." Kelly could hear the car radio in the background. "Why are you just now leaving work?" "I had a couple of servers to patch, and you can't do that when there are people in the office." "Oh. OK. Well, come on over to my place. I'll see you in about ten minutes." "OK. Thanks" Kelly was able to read three more pages in her book before the doorbell rang. When she answered the door, Bob gave her a hug and a kiss, but he seemed preoccupied. "What's wrong?" Kelly asked as they sat on the sofa. "Well, I had to do some stuff at work late, like I said. I'm in the server room getting ready, and Barbara walks in and starts talking to me. That's not unusual, and I'm not giving her a lot of attention because I don't want to take all night patching servers. So, it gets closer to 5:00 and suddenly Barbara's trying to kiss me." Kelly envisioned wrapping her hands around Barbara's throat, and the image surprised her. She tried to push the thought away, but she was still infuriated that Barbara was making moves on her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. It had been a long time since she had though about anyone in those terms. She quickly refocused her thoughts on the conversation at hand. "What did you do?" "I did what I do best. I played stupid." "What do you mean? "I reacted like she had stuck her finger in my ear. Then I went right back to working on the server." Kelly smiled at the thought of Bob completely ignoring the unwanted advance. "What did she do then?" "She just kind of looked at me for a minute, and then she walked out. She didn't say anything, and I didn't even look at her." Bob lapsed into silence. Kelly suppressed a giggle. "Have you had anything to eat?" "No. I got done at work and I came straight here." Kelly was struck with the level of trust that implied. She rose off the couch, went to the kitchen, and pulled the pan of lasagna out of the refrigerator. Bob ate in silence, and Kelly was comfortable enough with that silence to retrieve her book from the living room and read while Bob finished his dinner. After they had cleaned up the kitchen, Kelly took his hand and said, "Come to bed." Bob followed her up the stairs. They undressed and crawled into bed. Bob lay on his back. Kelly snuggled up to him with her head on his shoulder and her arm across his chest. "You're really upset about this, aren't you?" "Yes, I guess I am." "Do you like Barbara that much?" "I don't like hurting anybody, even if most of the time I wish they'd just go away." Kelly couldn't find anything wrong with Bob's answer. He had done everything he could think of and Barbara had refused to take the hint. She caressed Bob's face and guided his lips to hers. The gentle, lingering kiss slowly progressed until their tongues were fencing with each other. Their hands roamed and caressed, until Bob rolled Kelly onto her back. She spread her legs and guided his cock to her waiting pussy. He eased in and began a steady ascent towards ecstasy. Suddenly, he stopped stroking into her and slid his hands down underneath her, grabbing her ass cheeks and grinding their bodies together. She hooked her heels behind his thighs and rocked her hips, increasing the pressure on her clit as his cock stirred her sex. When the wave started to build, she managed only three words through her ragged breathing "Come with me." Bob maintained his hold on her ass, and began pounding her with every ounce of strength he possessed. The sound of their bodies slapping together only goaded him on, and Kelly was yelping and moaning in time with his efforts. She began yelling only moments later, and her rhythmic contractions sent Bob careening over the edge himself. They both struggled for air and Bob was concerned that he was crushing Kelly under him. He rolled to one side and then the other, prying his hands off her ass, where their combined weight and a fine mist of sweat had sealed him to her. He propped himself up on his elbows, and when Kelly looked in his eyes she saw it. "You're thinking it." "I am. I don't want to scare you by saying it." "I'm thinking it, too. Go ahead and say it." Bob locked his eyes into hers. "I love you." The merest flicker of panic flashed in her eyes for a second, and then Bob saw it in her eyes. "I love you, too." Bob kissed her delicately; scared of breaking the moment, and then he slid off her and slid his arm under her neck. Kelly turned away from him and snuggled back into him. Bob slowly covered her back and neck in kisses until Kelly's breathing became deep and regular. She was still in his arms when the morning came. 8. Beginnings Bob rubbed his eyes as he stared at the unrelenting computer monitor. He had spent most of his day drawing pictures. The pictures he had spent his day on did not depict race cars, or flowers, or airplanes, but rather computer networks and communication schematics. When things on the network started to go wrong, these drawings could be very useful, but the act of drawing them always seemed as productive as drawing horses or superheroes. It was 5:00 pm and Bob shut his computer down, feeling he had accomplished nothing with his day. It was also Friday, so that meant that it was movie night. He and Kelly had quickly fallen into a routine in the past six weeks. He hurried home as fast as he could. It seemed as though everyone on the road had taken the liberty of removing their brain and setting it beside them in the passenger seat. Despite all of his fellow travelers' attempts on his life, Bob made it to the video store and then home without incident. The movie he had obtained was a chick flick, per Kelly's request. The phone rang when Bob was half way through his dinner. "Hello." "Hi." It was Kelly. "Hi Gorgeous." Bob's day instantly got better. "How was your day?" "Uh. People are stupid. I'm not sure how most of them breathe, much less talk." Bob spoke quickly to interrupt her impending tirade. "I got the movie you wanted." "You did?" "Yep. Are you still coming over at 7:30?" "Yep. I'll be there. Oops. If I'm gonna get there at 7:30, I've got to go. See you in a little while." Click. Bob chuckled to himself as he hung up the phone. After he finished dinner, he cleared the kitchen, popped some pop-corn, and made sure there were drinks in the fridge. The doorbell rang at 7:40. "Sorry I'm late." Kelly seemed frazzled. Bob took the bottle of wine from her hand moved to put it in the fridge. When he returned to the living room carrying a bowl of popcorn, Kelly had managed to settle into the couch. Bob moved in beside her and pulled her into him. He began manipulating the three remotes on the table, starting the mysterious ritual that would result in the movie starting. "How was your day?" Kelly reached forward to get the popcorn off the table. "Relatively crash-free." Just a few more buttons and the movie would start. "How's Barbara?" The little alarm bell going off in Bob's head interrupted his electronic revelry. "Fine, I guess. Why do you ask?" "No reason," she lied. "I just hadn't heard anything else about it, that's all." "You're jealous, aren't you?" "No," Kelly said defensively. "Why would I be jealous of someone you're going out of your way to avoid?" "Probably because she gets to spend eight hours a day with me in the office. Look, Sweetie, I promise you she is not a problem. I'll take care of her. You don't have to worry about it." Bob tried to get the movie started before the conversation could go any where else. "I'll just bet you'll 'take care of her'." The movie had just started, but not in time. "If you must know, Barbara has been avoiding me at work. She's probably a little embarrassed about what happened the other night. She's starting to forget about that, but she's given me a lever to pry her off my back. I don't want you involved because I'm afraid the whole situation will blow up again." Kelly moved to the other end of the couch and turned to face Bob. "If you didn't want me involved, then you shouldn't have asked me to help!" Bob quickly ran through all the things he could think of to say, and discarded them all. It seemed like he was trying to use gasoline to put out a fire. Bob did the smartest thing he could do at that point. He shut up. Kelly sat at the other end of the couch with her arms crossed in front of her. Bob was really pissing her off. The whole situation with Barbara was grating on her, and now Bob wouldn't respond to anything she said to try and goad him into an argument. With nothing else to distract her, Kelly started getting into the movie. Bob waited until she shifted. She had her feet up underneath her, and her arms crossed. Her feet would eventually fall asleep. When she pulled one foot out to get the circulation going again, Bob scooted over toward her on the couch, but only just a little. She glared at him, and he held his eyes strait ahead, unable to hide the smirk on his face. A waiting game ensued, and as soon as the movie gathered her attention, he scooted over a little bit more. "Stop it." "I didn't do nothin'." Bob pleaded his case to the television. "I'm still mad at you." "I'm just watching the movie." Ten minutes passed before she bit her lower lip, completely absorbed in the movie. Bob slid over again. "Stop it!" "What did I do?" Kelly grabbed his side, digging her fingers into his ribs. Bob tried his very best to leap out of his skin. "Tickling is NOT fair!" "Oh, and what are you gonna do about it?" Bob was only doing a fair job of keeping Kelly's fingers out of his ribs. When Bob dropped his arms to his side and focused on the TV, Kelly didn't know what to expect. She flinched when Bob let loose with a very large and very fake stretch. Bob was close enough now that the stretch resulted in Bob's arm around Kelly's shoulder. "OH MY GOD!!" Kelly was laughing hysterically. "That had to be the lamest move I've ever seen!!" It took Kelly minutes before she could stop laughing. Bob kept his arm around her, and even managed to pull her a little closer into him as a result of her laughter. The movie was good, and Bob succeeded in changing her mood with gentle kisses and soft caresses. When the movie ended, Bob got up from the couch, and pulled Kelly along with him. She followed him into the bedroom. Her smirk accused him of 'thinking with his other head'. Bob took both her hands in his. "Kelly, I love you. I want to be with you. If I wanted to be with Barbara right now, I'm sure she'd be happy to have me. I'm equally sure that Jane needs help with something right now, and she would gladly let me help her. All I want is to be here, basking in the sunlight of your presence." Kelly rolled her eyes. "Oh my god, that's corny." "Shh." "But I don't..." "Shut up and let me bask." "But you..." Bob planted a kiss on her lips. Persistent as she was, she had trouble arguing with Bob with his lips pressed against hers. Bob began working his thumbs into the palm of her left hand. It is amazing how much tension collects in the hands over the course of a day. Kelly slumped against Bob as the tension left her hand. She allowed herself to be maneuvered to the bed, and Bob pushed her gently, encouraging her to sit down. When he had rolled each of her digits between his fingers, he returned his attention to her palm, before switching hands and starting the process over again with her right hand. The glazed look in her eye told Bob he wouldn't have to fight her any more. He laid her back gently with her legs hanging off the bed at the knee. He removed her shoes and focused his efforts first on one fragrant foot and then the other. It was at this moment that Bob knew he was in love. Feet repulsed him as a general rule, but the appreciative moans and groans he received for his efforts made him throw himself into his task until his hands ached. When her breathing settled down into a slow and steady rhythm, he began removing her skirt. Kelly tried to help, but he fended off her attempts and continued his task without assistance. Bob allowed time to slow down. He focused on the unhooking of each singular button. He watched each tooth of the zipper enter the slide and come out the other side separated from its partners. When he finally had her naked, he slid one arm around her back and one under her knees and moved her completely onto the bed. Bob sat down beside her, making sure to touch her as he removed his shoes and socks. He kissed her forehead and, moving slowly, covered her with kisses, lingering longer than strictly necessary at her erect nipples. As he passed her navel, the downy fur on her stomach raised goose pimples, and he lifted her knees to allow himself access to her. Bob ran his tongue over every inch of her sex, and then did it again. He finally settled down to torturing her clit with his tongue, and when he had Kelly squirming, he began adding his hands to the mix. Kelly mewed and purred when Bob's pinky entered her pussy, and she found it almost impossible to keep her hips still. Kelly had just begun to feel the release building in her belly when Bob removed his pinky, replacing it with the first two fingers from his other hand, while sinking his well-lubed pinky up her ass. The surprise took the edge off Kelly's arousal, but not for long. Bob soon settled into a frantic rhythm of sawing his fingers in and out of Kelly, as he pummeled her clitoris with his tongue. Her need built to levels she had not imagined, and as the waves of convulsions crashed over her, she fell into darkness. Bob was a mess. His hands were completely covered in Kelly's essence. Kelly flailed as her orgasm ran its course, and then she collapsed. She gulped air like she was drowning, but otherwise, she didn't move. Bob crawled up beside her and took her in his arms. She came to and started sobbing so hard her shoulders shook. She locked her arms around Bob's neck in a vise grip that threatened to strangle him. The Hottie In The Window Pt. 03 She was undone. All the bravado, all the bitchiness, all her defenses were gone. Kelly was reduced to a scared little girl. "Don't leave me!" "I won't leave you." She had heard those words before and they wrenched her out of her post-orgasmic revelry. Kelly jerked so that she was on top of Bob's still clothed body. "Don't you FUCKING lie to me!!" Bob grabbed Kelly's head, trying to look into her eyes. He finally had to grab her hair to get her head off his shoulder. Her eyes were frenzied and red. He locked his eyes with hers and tried his best to steady her. "I have never lied to you, and I never will. I will never leave you." Kelly searched for anything in Bob's eyes that would contradict what he had said and found nothing. In that instant, she believed him. He brushed her lips with his in a kiss that was slow and reassuring, but soon this wasn't enough for Kelly. She had to have him. She had to extract a part of him that would bind him to her. She began tearing at his clothes like a wild animal as her lips crushed against his. After she had shredded his shirt, she opened his jeans and sucked his cock into her mouth. Bob was in heaven. Kelly's usual aversion to fellatio made this special. He figured this might last until he was hard enough for her to mount him, but Kelly kept going. "Oh god, baby!" She was on a mission. Her pace never slacked and the sounds Bob made only spurred her on. Bob wasn't about to argue, and soon he felt the tingle in his groin that signaled the end was near. "Baby, I'm gonna cum." She let his cock slip out of her mouth until only the head remained. She pumped his cock with her hand as fast as she could, while putting her tongue on the roof of her mouth to deflect his impending orgasm from going directly down her throat. Bob came. His hips lifted off the bed and his prostrate convulsed long after every ounce of fluid was gone. After Kelly was sure she had gotten it all, she attached herself under his left arm, with her head on his shoulder. As quickly as Bob's breathing returned to normal, he drifted off into a relaxed slumber, with Kelly attuned to every beat of his heart. 9. Epilogue "What a day." Bob pulled into the driveway at 8:00. He was exhausted. Kelly had gotten home hours ago. Bob expected dinner would be ready when he pulled in. Since Kelly had moved in with him three months ago, whenever one of them had to work late, the other would cook. They had fallen into a very comfortable and domesticated routine almost immediately. Homelife had become much easier than worklife. Computers can really be a bitch, Bob thought as he turned the front door knob "Who is she!?!?" Then again, Kelly could really be a bitch. It's too late to try and go back to work. She knows I'm home. Bob emptied the contents of his pockets on the kitchen table, which was decidedly bereft of food. Kelly came storming into the kitchen. "Who is who, baby?" "Who is Gina?!?" Bob paused for a second in recognition of the name and what it meant. "You don't want to know." Normally, Bob would have been more diplomatic, but being tired, hungry, and a verbal assault as he walked in the door had a decidedly detrimental effect on his temperament. "Men are pigs." Kelly fought to keep herself from crying. "I want you to tell me who Gina is!" "Alright, but you won't enjoy knowing." Bob quickly worked out the worst possible way to phase what he had to say. "I didn't want to do it this way, but you leave me no choice. Gina is this cute little brunette I met in the mall the other day. She works in a jewelry store there. She's 23 and just got out of collage. She is very sweet and VERY helpful. When I couldn't find an engagement ring I liked, she helped me special order one." Kelly's hand covered her face. "She called to let me know it's ready for me to pick up. I wanted to take you out to dinner and do this a little more formally, but this will work just fine." Bob descended to one knee and took Kelly's hand, the one that wasn't covering her face. "Kelly Green, will you marry me?" "Fuck." Tears were streaming down her face now, but for a completely unforeseen reason. "I'll admit that's not quite the answer I was looking for." Kelly tried to laugh and cry at the same time. It ended up sounding something like a hiccup. Bob could see that Kelly was having a hard time with the twist he had given her. He pulled out a chair out from the table and eased her into it, keeping his one knee on the floor. "I don't deserve you," Kelly managed between sniffles. "Incorrect. You didn't deserve Steve, your ex-dumb-ass who skipped out on you. You DO deserve me." Bob smiled his biggest smile. "I'm a nice guy." "Don't forget 'modest'." "Modesty is probably my best quality. I'm very self-effacing." Bob kept the shit-eating grin turned up full blast. Kelly was laughing a little more and crying a little less. "Why do you want to marry a bitch like me?" Bob wasn't going to let her wallow in self pity. "Good. Easy questions. Because I love you." "Why would you love me?" "Sorry. You've run out of questions. I've answered all of your questions, and you have yet to answer mine. Will you marry me? Besides my knee is hurting." "Yes, I'll marry you, damn it!" Bob got up and unkinked his knee. "Oh good. Your enthusiasm is heartwarming." He pulled Kelly up from the chair. "Now go get cleaned up. We don't have much time." Kelly started off toward the bathroom, confused. "Why? Where are we going?" Bob encouraged her along. "We're going to the mall. We're going to pick me up something to eat, pick up your ring, and if I'm VERY lucky, you'll discover your latent lesbian side and you'll try and pick up Gina." Exasperated, Kelly headed to the bathroom to repair her face. "Men are such PIGS!" The Hottie In The Window Bob closed the distance between them "Ok." "What do you think of my boobs?" "But you already asked me..." "...And you said you didn't have enough data." As they exchanged smiles, Bob took her hand and lead her over to the couch. Once she was sitting, he got down on his knees in front of her. He locked his eyes on hers as he reached around and found the zipper on the back of her dress. Kelly shrugged her shoulders as Bob pulled her dress forward and down her arms. Bob floundered a little because he was keeping his eyes locked on Kelly's, but that wasn't such a bad thing under the circumstances. Bob breathed a mental sigh of relief when his left hand found the bra clasp at her back. He deftly popped the clasp open. Kelly raised her eyebrows in appreciation of Bob's apparent skill. He slid the bra off her arms, his eyes never leaving hers. "This may take some time. Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." Bob placed his lips where her right shoulder starts the graceful rise of her neck. Her scent was intoxicating. He traced his way down to her sternum with his lips, placing light kisses along the way. Kelly arched her back in response. He continued kissing his way down her chest slowly until he was right between her breasts. He kissed his way under her right breast and slowly spiraled around twice before taking her right nipple into his mouth. Kelly gasped as he began teasing and torturing her nipple with his tongue. Her right hand moved behind his head and she began playing with his hair. Bob took his time with Kelly's right breast. When he thought the time was right, he extended his tongue and traced a line slowly from Kelly's right nipple to her left nipple. As he tortured her left nipple with his tongue and lips, he gently rolled her right nipple, still wet with his saliva, between his fingers. "Oh, God," Kelly whispered When he was certain that the left nipple didn't feel left out any more, he began spiraling out, making sure to kiss every square inch of skin. He kissed her sternum once again, as he kissed his way up to the left side of her neck, he made sure that he had a nipple in each hand, twisting gently with his fingers. Bob stopped kissing her and put his face two inches from hers. Her eyes were rolled back in her head. "I've got good news." It took a moment for Kelly to focus her eyes. "I've found the perfect set of breasts. I'm going to call CNN." Kelly smiled, but the stimulation of her nipples was very distracting. "You were gone a long time. Are you always that thorough?" Bob moved his hands down Kelly's sides until the came to rest on the dress that was gathered around her waist. He waited for her eyes to meet his before he answered. "Yes." Bob hooked his thumbs in her dress and in her panties as well. Kelly stood slowly and he slid her clothes down to the floor, helping her step out of them. Bob shed his shirt and was working on his shoes as Kelly sat back down on the edge of the couch. Bob finished with his shoes and began kissing Kelly's right knee. He parted her legs slowly as he kissed his way up the inside of her thigh. She lay back and scooted so that her ass was only half on the couch. Bob licked her lips from the bottom to the top and began working his tongue into the depths of her pussy. He pulled the condom from his pants pocket and began removing the rest of his clothes. After he had her sex lubricated, Bob began tracing all the letters of the alphabet, one by one, over Kelly's pussy. Kelly especially liked the letters "M" and "W". By the time Bob got to "Z", Kelly was writhing in delicious agony, and Bob had managed to put the condom on. Bob assaulted Kelly's clit with his tongue and quickly brought her to the edge of release, and then pushed her over the edge, screaming and gasping as she came. "I have to be inside you." Bob had moved up between Kelly's legs, and Kelly reached down to grab his cock. She squeezed his rubber-covered phallus twice and placed the head at her opening. Bob eased forward and slowly worked his way in, withdrawing after each small thrust to take advantage of her lubrication. When he had inserted himself completely, he began with slow, measured strokes, increasing with the intensity of her moans of pleasure. Kelly started yelling first as her climax overtook her, and she dragged him screaming over the edge. Kelly's breathing had started back toward normal. WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING!! She began fighting Bob off of her, violently trying to get away. "Wait, wait, whoa, whoa." Bob grabbed her and held her tight. "Hold on. Let's talk." He maintained his grip on her. "You're scared, aren't you?" All Kelly could manage was a quick nod. Trying to speak would have sent her into tears. "Me too." Bob relaxed his grip a little. Kelly didn't try to get away. "This was too fast. I'm sorry. It's...it's just been such a long time..." Kelly placed her hand on Bob's arm. She didn't think she could manage words yet, but Bob was still saying the right things. "What we've got to do is figure out where this goes from here. I've got to communicate with you, and you've got to communicate with me, even if that's calling me a shithead and telling me you never want to see me again." Kelly let a nervous giggle escape. Bob relaxed his grip even more. Now he was hugging her and she leaned into him. "I don't want this to be just a one night stand. I want to see you again." Kelly didn't react. Bob knew he had to get her talking. "Do you want just a one night stand?" "No." Her voice cracked. "Ok. Is it alright if I carry your books home from school?" Kelly laughed, and relaxed a little more. "That would be Ok." Their breathing was almost normal again, and their post-orgasmic fog was clearing. So was the panic. "Good. I think it's too soon for me and you to 'go steady'." Bob rubbed her back. "You're right. It's too soon. I can't do a relationship now. God, this is so fucking complicated!" Kelly's head was still spinning, but Bob wasn't pushing...yet. "I know it's not easy being Kelly Green." Bob fought to hide the smirk on his face. Kelly looked up at him slowly. "Great!" She shouted, slapping his arm. "I just 'did it' with Kermit the Frog!" "Ok. Ok. I'm sorry." Bob was still laughing under his breath. "I've been saving that one since dinner." Kelly stopped slapping his arm, if reluctantly. "So let's review. We're...what...'friends'...how does that sound?" "Nice and uncommitted." Kelly was not completely satisfied with the label, considering what they had just done on her sofa. "Good. OK. Next question. What happens now? Should I stay or should I go? It's completely up to you. I am happy doing either." "I don't know. Let me think about that one." They sat naked on the couch, not moving. "Where did you get the condom?" Bob didn't even flinch. The truth was getting less embarrassing. "I had it in my pants pocket. You shouldn't have to be the only one who thinks about protection. I'm clean, by the way." "So am I, and I'm on the pill." Kelly wondered to herself if this guy was ever going to slip up. "I think I'd like to spend the night alone, if that's Ok?" Bob brought his hand to her cheek and turned her face to his. "That's fine." He kissed her lightly on the lips. "That probably works out better logistically anyway. I don't have any clothes with me, or anything. Let me up. Where is your bathroom?" She got up and pointed down the hall. Bob collected his underwear and headed to the bathroom to clean up, and Kelly admired his ass as he went. When he came back out with his underwear on, Kelly suddenly felt very naked. Bob saw her close up, and finished dressing without looking at Kelly. She finally gathered her discarded clothing and headed upstairs. Bob began to wonder if she was going to come back down at all, when she reappeared wearing a bath robe. Bob was just finishing tying his shoes. Bob gathered her in his arms as she returned to the living room. "I'm sorry to run out like this, but I've got to be at work early. There is this drop-dead gorgeous girl that walks by my window at 9:00 and I want to be there to see her." Kelly smiled and allowed herself to be held. "You are such a pervert." "No. I am a man, and..." "...men are pigs," they said in unison. Once more, he cupped her jaw in his hand and pulled her lips to his in a sensual, undemanding kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow." Bob released her and let himself out of the apartment, leaving Kelly standing in the middle of her living room.