My junior year at college was a lot of work but also a lot of fun. I took several Computer Science classes, and I loved every one of them. Sometimes the programming assignments took an exorbitant amount of time, but I enjoyed working on them, so I didn't mind.
There was a two week stretch where I was working on a major assignment, and I was not getting much sleep. After finishing the code, I scrambled to write enough documentation to explain what I had done. When I finally pressed 'Submit' late Friday night to turn in my program, I immediately went to sleep. I think I slept 20 hours over the next two days, but the late nights turned out to be a good investment. My work on that one assignment drastically changed my life.
When I got to class on Tuesday, our guest Teaching Assistant, Joanna, was there. I was surprised, as I thought she was only teaching the class for the prior two weeks because our regular TA, Jack, had to travel to meetings in Washington, D.C. to meet with one of the federal agencies that funded his research. Joanna said Jack couldn't make it today, so she was here one more time. She started the class by announcing our next assignment was similar to our prior assignment - the one that cost me two weeks of sleep - but there were some changes to the requirements. She then proceeded to list what some of my classmates considered major changes. In some cases, she added new requirements. In other cases, she took some of the "givens" from the prior assignment and said, "Oh, sorry, what I told you was wrong." Then she gave us totally different givens. If you hadn't written the program well, this could almost amount to a complete rewrite.
"So," she started, "how long will you need to make these changes?" Then she pointed to a guy in the front row.
"About 2 months!" he answered, bringing lots of laughter from everyone.
She called on someone else who said she'd need at least half as much time as it took to write the first program. Then she looked down at her notes.
"Is Richard Nelson here?" she asked.
I raised my hand.
"How long will it take you, Mr. Nelson."
"I think I understood everything you said," I started. "I think I'll need about ten minutes."
"Bullshit!" someone behind me said, and Joanna just smiled.
"How could you possibly make those changes in ten minutes?" Joanna asked, her smile giving away that she already knew the answer.
"All those changes just require some new run-time parameters or adding records to my meta-data tables."
"Please show us the design of some of those tables," she replied. "Here is your documentation, in case you don't remember."
I walked up to the board and started showing how I structured the tables that drove my logic. I didn't need my documentation; I spent so many late nights on that program, it was still stuck in my brain.
A few people asked questions, but they were easy to answer.
"That's a nice design," Joanna said, "but did you consider this?"
She then suggested a couple of simple changes that would have made the code even simpler.
"Wow, no, I didn't. But I should have!" I said. "That's brilliant."
I took my seat and Joanna continued talking about different techniques we could have used. As class wrapped up, she said there was no assignment for the next class, and no one had to modify their program. A few people cheered.
"That's it for today," she finished, and everyone started filing out.
As I walked to the front of the class, Joanna turned to me.
"Richard, can you stick around for a minute?"
"Sure," I replied.
After everyone left, Joanna sat on the front of the desk.
"You did a really nice job on that last assignment. You were the only one who got every feature working, and your solution was quite elegant."
I tried to hide my internal smile; I don't know if I was successful.
"Are you interested in a part-time job during the school year, and, if it works out, full time during the summer?"
"Oh, YEAH!" I said, perhaps a little too excitedly.
"We're looking for another person to do some programming on one of Professor Teller's research projects. We were thinking we'd look for another PhD student, but I think you'd work out better. Can you talk to him at 2:30 this afternoon? I'm supposed to meet with him then."
"Absolutely," I said.
At 2:25, I opened the outer door to the office where the research project was housed. Professor Teller's office was behind another door inside. As soon as I walked in, I froze. There she was. "The girl." I didn't know her name, but I had seen her walking the halls. She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She had a small, round face with friendly, brown eyes and a small nose. She usually wore her light brunette hair pulled back in a ponytail with a colored scrunchie. She was tall and thin, with small breasts. Her ass had a tiny curve to it; it was perfect. When she looked up at me and smiled, I melted.
"Hi, are you Richard?" she asked?
I nodded, almost unable to speak.
"Hi, I'm Tracy. C'mon in. Professor Teller is expecting you. He's finishing up a call, so you can have a seat until he's done."
I nodded again and croaked out a "Thanks."
After a couple of minutes, Tracy softly said, "Don't be nervous - he's actually a really nice guy."
The smile she flashed could make a person facing a firing squad feel comfortable.
After a couple more minutes, a buzzer on Tracy's desk went off.
"He's ready for you," she said. "Go on in."
I opened the door, and Professor Teller stood up. He was a tall, imposing man. He also had a reputation as a bigwig in the Computer Science community, both within the university and in the research community. He didn't exactly smile as he extended his hand, but he didn't look mean.
"How do you do, Richard. Please have a seat."
He didn't introduce himself, even though this was our first meeting. He just assumed I knew who he was.
"Joanna had some very good things to say about you," he started. "We need someone to help her with some programming work. Are you interested in doing that?"
"Yes, sir, very much so."
"Would you be able to spend about 10 hours a week during the rest of the school year and then go full time in the summer?"
"Yes, sir."
"Most of the stuff she's working on right now is funded by a few government grants and some private corporate sponsors. We'd be able to pick up your tuition and pay you 25% of the research assistant salary during the year, and then full-time research assistant pay during the summer. Would that be okay with you?"
Did he ask me if it would be okay? He's going to pay my tuition, pay me a salary, and I get to work with the smartest computer science person I've ever met, while doing something I love?
"Yes, sir, that would be great."
"Okay," he said. "Tracy will set up all the paperwork."
He then turned to his computer and started looking at email. I took this as a sign we were done.
When I walked out of his office, Tracy turned and flashed her warm smile.
"All good?" she asked.
I nodded.
"Have a seat," she said, pointing to the chair next to her desk. "I need to get a little information so we can submit the paperwork." Then she leaned toward me and, in a quiet voice, asked, "did he say 'goodbye' or 'thank you' or anything, or did he just start looking at his email," she said with a chuckle.
I laughed.
"He just turned to his computer and started looking at email. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, but it looked like he was done with me."
Tracy laughed.
"Yeah, that's how you know when the conversation is over. He just ignores you and starts reading something. You'll get used to it."
The more Tracy smiled and talked to me, the more I fell in love with her.
I later found out that Tracy lived with her boyfriend, Clark. Four years ago, when Clark was a senior, Tracy suspended her college studies so she could support them. He was now finishing up his third year of law school. Once he graduated and got a job, she planned to finish her degree and they could live happily ever after. She was smart, organized, and, although soft-spoken, had a great sense of humor. Combine that with her looks, and she was pretty-much perfect.
Holly was another admin who worked in the office. She, too, was friendly, but in a very different way than Tracy. She was loud, very direct, and flirty. She carried a little extra weight and had big boobs, which she didn't mind putting on display. On more than one occasion, she wore skirts that were so short that, when she was sitting in a chair facing me, I could tell you the color of her panties. She'd make an effort to pull the skirt down, but sometimes there just wasn't enough material. I liked Holly, and I didn't mind looking at whatever she was displaying, but she wasn't the first person I'd pick to be my girlfriend.
After I finished filling out paperwork for Tracy, I almost danced my way home. This had been an INCREDIBLE day. I couldn't wait to start my job on Monday.
I was told I could work whenever it fit in my schedule. On Monday, I was done with classes at 1:00. I stopped in the office, and Tracy greeted me with a warm smile.
"Welcome to the zoo," she said with a chuckle. "You'll be working in the office with Joanna. C'mon, I'll show you where."
We walked side-by-side down the hall and around a corner. She opened the door to a smaller office that had two desks. Joanna was sitting at one.
"Oh, hi!" she said when we walked in.
"Hi," I responded.
"He's all yours, Joanna. See you later, Richard," Tracy said, as she left.
Joanna wore large glasses with black frames. Her hair was parted in the middle of her head and went just below her chin. You wouldn't describe her as beautiful, nor would you describe her as unattractive. She was just a normal looking woman who happened to be brilliant.
"Glad to have you on board," Joanna said. "I'll email you a link to the project website, and you can spend some time just getting familiar with what we're doing. How did DT describe the job?"
I looked confused.
"DT?"
"David Teller," Joanna said with a chuckle.
"Oh. He told me I'd be working for you, and you'd let me know what to do."
"Perfect," Joanna said. "The first thing I need you to do is pick up my cleaning at the dry cleaners on State Street. Let me find the ticket."
"Really?" I said, kinda' bummed that I had to do this kind of thing.
Joanna started laughing loudly.
"No, you goofball. You're here to be a computer scientist. We're going to design stuff, and you're going to write code. But I sure liked the look on your face when I asked you."
I smiled, amused at her teasing me.
"How long are you here today?" she asked.
"I don't have anything the rest of the day," I said.
"Great. Start reading some of the documentation and keep a list of questions. We'll go get some coffee in a couple of hours and talk."
I nodded and headed to the other desk. I pulled up the website and started reading.
After two hours, Joanna turned toward me.
"You ready to go get some coffee?"
"Yep, I've got a list of questions."
"Good. Let's go."
We walked across the street to Starbucks and started talking. I absorbed every word that came out of her mouth. I learned about the project and some of her own research for her PhD. She was really smart, and I knew I'd be learning a lot by working with her. I also couldn't help but notice she wasn't wearing a bra. She had nice breasts - probably a small c-cup. They'd move around a little when she got animated, and I'd often see her nipples poking through her top. I tried hard not to let them distract me; I was USUALLY successful.
During the week, Joanna and I spent lots of time together. I was getting familiar with the technical design of the products she had built, and she gave me my first programming task. I asked a couple of clarifying questions and started working on the code.
Two days later, I told her I had something to show her.
"Really? Already?" she asked.
"Uh huh."
"Okay, let's see it," she said.
She rolled her chair next to me, and I brought up the system. I walked her through the screens demonstrating each of the functions she requested.
"This is good, Richard. VERY good," she said, making me feel great. "Let me drive," she said, pushing my chair out of the way as she slid over in front of the keyboard and grabbed the mouse.
She tried a lot of different options, and she seemed pleased. I had been staring at the screen as she was trying stuff. When she leaned forward to get a better look at a graphic, I happened to turn my head toward her. Suddenly I realized I was looking right into her gaping blouse, and I could see her complete breast and nipple. I don't know if I gasped or not, but something caused Joanna to turn toward me, and she followed my eyes to see where I was staring. She looked at me, and I turned red.
"Do you like seeing my tits?" she asked nonchalantly.
I debated for a nanosecond whether I should deny looking, but I realized it would be a ridiculous lie.
"Yes, I did. Very much. Thank you for asking," I said, hoping I could diminish my embarrassment.
Joanna started laughing hysterically, which actually made her breasts bounce around and caused me to involuntarily stare at them again. Finally, she calmed down a little.
"First," she said, still chuckling, "thank you for not pretending you weren't looking at them. Second, that was a great answer. I wasn't expecting that. Third, here's the deal. You've probably figured out I don't like to wear bras. I used to work in this office by myself, and I usually put on a sweater or sweatshirt if I am going to be with other people. I'm not used to having someone sitting right next to me in here, okay? Now I don't really care if you look at my tits as long as you can still work when all your blood is rushing to your dick."
I realized Joanna had looked down at some point, and I was showing a bulge.
"So," she said, inserting a dramatic pause before continuing, "CAN you work when all the blood's in your dick? Is there enough left in your brain to think?"
Now it was my turn to laugh.
"Yes, I think I can. Unfortunately, my dick doesn't take as much blood as I wish."
Joanna started laughing again.
"Good. Now that we've got that settled, let's talk about this program."
Joanna was an amazing person. She was incredibly down to earth, and we talked about all sorts of things. She was obviously way smarter than I was, but she listened to my ideas. Sometimes we'd argue about the better way to do something, and sometimes I could convince her my way was better. She was open to rational arguments, even when they challenged her beliefs. We developed a real friendship over the months.
When the school term ended, I started working full-time. Frequently, we ended up working late into the night. We didn't have to come in at any special time in the morning, so if we worked really late one night, we'd come in a little later the next day.
Joanna's husband, Jim, was a paramedic, and he sometimes worked a 24-hour shift. Often, especially if he wasn't coming home that night, we'd be at the office until midnight. Sometimes, we'd go get something to eat after that. It was a weird schedule, and I certainly worked more than 40 hours a week, but I loved the work. And I loved working with Joanna. I learned an incredible amount from her.
One Wednesday in June was Joanna's birthday. We were all going out for drinks after work to celebrate. Tracy's boyfriend, Clark, and Joanna's husband were both joining us. We left the office at 5:30 and headed to the new restaurant / bar that opened a couple of months ago.
Jim was a nice guy - I liked him a lot. I had met him a few times before when he stopped by our office. He was funny and had some pretty good stories about situations encountered at work.
This was the first time I met Clark. He was an interesting character. He was very good looking - movie star hunk good looking. On the surface, when I first met him, he seemed friendly. But the more he talked, the more he reminded me of a used car salesman. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised: he was going to be a lawyer. Not sure you can trust anyone in EITHER of those occupations! He was never unfriendly... I just got the feeling he didn't believe half of what came out of his mouth. Maybe I wasn't being fair, but that was my impression. He didn't go to a top law school, and he was still trying to find a job after having graduated in June.
We crowded around a small table and ordered drinks. All of us from the office had some funny stories to tell about Joanna, and we were all laughing pretty loudly. Holly was sitting next to me, and her short, denim skirt had ridden up pretty high on her hips. Every time I looked down, I saw a lot of leg. Holly was sitting next to Tracy, and I noticed she kept looking down at Tracy's legs, which I thought was a little strange. Jim was very affectionate with Joanna, frequently rubbing her arms or kissing her. They were clearly very much in love. Of course, Joanna wasn't wearing a bra, and some combination of the air conditioning and Jim's attention had her nipples on display most of the night.
After a couple of hours, Clark called over the waitress and asked for the check.
"We need to get going, right Tracy?" he said, staring directly in her eyes.
"Oh, uh, yeah, we do," she replied.
Clark calculated a tip and said how much it was for each person. Everyone gave him their share, and, thanks to rounding up, the waitress got a very nice tip. Everyone stood up and wished Joanna one last 'Happy Birthday". I gave her a hug right before she and Jim left.
"I got dropped off at work this morning," Holly said to me. "Can you give me a ride home?"
"Sure. No problem."
In the summer, since I had a full-time appointment, I was able to park in the staff lot. Holly and I walked to my car, and I opened the door for her. As she sat down, her short skirt again rode up a bit. She then spread her legs as much as the skirt allowed as she swung her left leg into the car. It gave me a clear view of her pink panties, and I could have sworn there was a wet spot by her pussy. Holly was looking directly at me and smiled as finally swung her other leg into the car. I took a deep breath and closed the door.
When we got to her apartment, Holly turned toward me.
"Hey, it's still pretty early. Want to come in for a bit?"
"Sure," I said.
I parked and we walked up to her unit. As soon as we got inside and closed the door, she turned toward me. She put her hands on my waist and pressed her hips against me. I was pleasantly surprised. I put my hands on her hips.
"Did you see what was going on tonight?" she asked.
"Uh, no, what do you mean?"
"I'm sure you saw Jim hanging all over Joanna. I thought her nipples were going to rip a hole in her top," she said with a chuckle.
"Well, yeah, I did notice that," I said.
Holly was rubbing her body against mine, and I was starting to get hard.
"She's got great tits," Holly continued. "Jim probably couldn't wait to get home to fuck her."
That was Holly - never exactly subtle.
"But you didn't see Clark and Tracy, did you?" she asked.
"Uh uh," I said as I shook my head.
"Oh my god," she started. "I was sitting right next to Tracy, and I saw Clark slip his hand up the inside of her thigh. When he started moving under her skirt, she stiffened and was just staring off into space. I thought she was going to come at the table!"
"Wow. No, I didn't see that," I said.
"When Clark said they had to go, I'm sure it's just because he wanted to go home and fuck the shit out of Tracy."
Holly was still rubbing against me as she spoke, and I was completely hard.
"I was really getting horny watching them. Joanna was going home to get fucked, and Tracy was going home to get fucked. I thought I needed to see if I could get a hot guy to fuck me tonight." As she put her hand between us and rubbed my dick, she continued, "do you think you could help me with my problem?"
I groaned when she rubbed my dick. I slid one hand up the side of her and onto her breast as I said, "I think I can." Holly moaned as I squeezed her large breast and pinched her nipple through her top. I leaned in and we had a short kiss. I pulled back and looked at her, with both of us smiling. I removed my hand from her breast.
"Tell me," I said quietly, "did Clark have his hand here?" As I said it, I bent a little and put my hand on Holly's inner thigh, right at the bottom of her skirt. Holly moved her hands to my shoulders.
"No," she said breathily, "it was higher."
I moved my hand under her skirt a couple of inches.
"Did he have it here?" I asked, rubbing small circles with my index finger.
Holly was breathing heavily now.
"No," she whispered, "I think it was higher."
I moved my hand up her thigh until one finger was hitting her panties. Holly gripped my shoulders tightly.
"Was it here?" I asked one more time.
"It's close. It's real close," she got out between breaths.
"How about this?" I asked as I cupped her vulva. I felt moisture on her panties, and I pushed my middle finger up, pressing between her lips.
I kept squeezing her vulva and pushing my finger against her, and Holly was pushing her pelvis against my hand. After a minute, I pulled my hand away and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt. I pushed it the floor and pulled down her panties. Holly stepped out of her sandals and out of her skirt and panties at the same time. She had a thin landing strip above dark lips. I quickly returned my hand to her vulva and slipped my middle finger into her very wet pussy. The sweet whine from Holly got me even more excited.
I fingered her for a couple of minutes, switching between fast and slow movements. At one point I pulled out and used two fingers to gently squeeze her pussy lips. Holly's whimpers let me know she liked that, too. I loved having my finger in her, but I needed to get a look at those big tits.
I pulled my hand away from her and immediately grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt with both hands. I pulled it up and over her outstretched arms. I kissed the exposed top of each breast for just a second before reaching around and unhooking her bra. Holly pulled the straps off her shoulders, giving me my first look at the boobs that had fueled more than one of my jerk-off sessions. They were big. Very big. With large, dark areolas. Although I generally prefer small boobs, I certainly wasn't going to walk away from these.
Holly grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to her right nipple. I took it in my mouth and flicked my tongue back and forth, causing Holly to pull my head even harder against her. My right hand was all over her other breast, squeezing it and pinching her nipple. Holly was making constant, unintelligible sounds that let me know I was hitting the right spots.
I took my hand off her breast and slowly and lightly dragged my index finger back and forth, in a zig zag pattern down her chest, down her stomach, and over her waist. I continued a tighter, shorter zig zag pattern across her mound, pressing harder. By now, her substantial clit was quite exposed. I circled around it a couple of times and dragged my finger down between lips. At the bottom, I pushed my middle finger in as far as I could, bringing a moan from Holly.
I pumped in and out a few times to get my finger very wet and then pulled it out. I moved it up to her big clit and stroked it directly. Holly cried out as she thrust her body toward me. I was still flicking my tongue across her nipple as I rubbed her clit. I pushed my thumb in her pussy for just a second and got it lubed up. I flipped my hand around so my middle finger was back in her pussy and my thumb was rubbing her clit. Holly liked direct contact on her clit, and she was building quickly. I started tapping her G-spot while continuing to rub her clit and toy with her nipple. Her whines got louder and louder until she cried out.
"Oh, fuck!"
Her pelvis pushed hard into my hand as she pulled my head hard against her breast. Her eyes were shut tight, and her face scrunched up. She kept thrusting over and over as her pussy rhythmically clamped down on my finger. I loved making her orgasm, and I had a smile on my face as her pleasure continued.
Finally, she seemed like a toy whose battery died. Her thrusts slowed and slowed until she just collapsed against me, laying her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around her and held her.
After a few minutes she pulled her head away, looked up at me and smiled.
"Well, THAT was nice," she said. "You really made me feel so good."
I smiled back at her.
"I enjoyed it, too. I liked what I did to you."
She pulled my head down and gave me a soft kiss. Then she silently took my hand and walked me to her bedroom. She pulled back the bedspread and pulled down the blanket. Then she turned back to me.
"I don't know why you still have clothes on," she said with a chuckle.
She grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it off. She opened my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled down the zipper. She stuck her hand on my dick and started rubbing through my underwear, quickly bringing me back to full hardness. She smiled as she pulled down my pants. I kicked off my shoes and kicked off my pants, pulling my socks off at the same time. Holly grabbed the elastic band on my boxer-briefs and pulled them down. I finished pulling them off. She stroked my dick a few times, causing me to moan.
"I've been thinking about this all night. I want this in me," she said.
"Lie down," I said, as I reached down to pull a condom out of my pants pocket.
Holly lay on the bed and spread her legs wide. I was hard as a rock as I put on the condom and crawled between her legs. I had indeed fantasized about Holly more than once, and I couldn't believe I was in this situation. I licked my middle finger and moved it to the entrance of her pussy. Holly made a sweet sound, and her lips easily accepted my finger. She was already wet; I was ready, too.
I scooted up so my dick was right at her entrance. I leaned forward, supporting myself on my arms. Holly reached down and guided my dick to her entrance. One push and my dick was totally encased in her pussy.
"Oh, fuck," I said as she simultaneously let out a soft moan.
She felt incredible. She squeezed her muscles a couple of times, sending shivers through my dick and the rest of my body. I slowly pulled back as far as I could and then pushed all the way in. We both groaned this time. I did the same thing a few more times, but then I had a different plan.
Because Holly had a large clit, I was pretty sure I could easily stimulate it by rubbing my pelvis against it. So rather than pull out, I gently just rubbed my body up toward her head and then back down. Because of the very short movement, it didn't provide much friction on my dick, though just being in her felt great. But Holly seemed to really like it, as she whimpered each time I did this. I rubbed up and down a few times, then I stroked in and out a few times. The stroking provided incredible physical pleasure; the rubbing provided incredible mental pleasure, knowing how much it pleased Holly.
I continued the alternating pattern of stroking then rubbing, then stroking, then rubbing. The stroking felt so damn good that I knew I wouldn't be able to keep going too long without coming. But I wanted to make Holly come first. So, I stopped pumping in and out and stuck to rubbing up and down across her clit. Holly started moaning more and more. She grabbed my ass to help pull me up and down over her clit, and she pushed up to increase the friction. I was surprised how excited I got when she grabbed my ass, and I had to concentrate to not come.
After a few minutes of rubbing, I could tell Holly was really close.
"So good! So good!" she managed to get out between her moans. "Keep going. Keep going."
After less than a minute passed, Holly squeezed my ass hard as she thrust up forcefully and cried out. She paused for a second, fell to the bed, and then thrust up and cried again. She repeated this over and over. I love making a woman come; it's even better when my dick is inside her. Every time she thrust up, her pussy contracted against my dick, and it felt wonderful.
Holly's orgasm lasted more than half a minute. When she finished, she was breathing hard but still holding on to me. I only waited a few seconds before I started sliding my dick in and out. Holly recovered quickly and started pushing up against me each time I buried my dick in her. We quickly picked up our pace, and the slapping sound of our bodies added to the overall excitement. She again put her hands on my ass to pull me into her as she thrust against me.
I managed to keep going a few more minutes, but I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I tried to rub my body against Holly's clit a little bit on each stroke, and I thought she might be getting close, too. I was hoping I could get her off again, but at the moment, all I could think about was how much I needed to come. After less than a minute, I pushed in one more time and let out a loud groan as I blasted my first load. My strokes got much shorter as I continued squirting hard. On my third squirt, Holly cried out as I felt her pussy squeeze my dick over and over. It felt like she was milking me as her contractions seemed to be perfectly timed with my few remaining shots. Once I was drained, I rubbed my body back and forth across Holly's clit to help her enjoy her orgasm.
When she finished, she pulled me down to lie on her. We were both breathing heavily, and I loved lying on her soft, big boobs, feeling them push into me with each of her gasps for air. I would have remained in that position longer, but when my dick started shrinking, I reached down to hold the condom in place before rolling off of her. I tied it up and dropped it on the floor. I fell on my back next to her, still trying to catch my breath.
Holly eventually rolled on her side, and I turned to look at her. She had a big smile on her face.
"Wow. Thanks. I really needed that," she said.
"Trust me, it was MY pleasure to help you out!" I replied, causing her to laugh.
"So, you'd be willing to help me out in the future?" she asked, with a smile.
"ABSOLUTELY!" I replied with a chuckle.
She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before she rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom. When she came back, she was wearing her panties she had retrieved from the doorway and was holding her bra and skirt.
"Can I ask you a favor?" she said. "Can you take me back to campus so I can pick up my car?"
"I thought you got dropped off today. I thought that's why you needed a ride."
"Sorry," she said, "I lied. I just wanted to make sure I could get you to come to my apartment."
I laughed.
"You needn't have worried," I said. "If you told me what you had in mind, I would have definitely shown up."
She laughed as we both got dressed. We hugged and had one more passionate kiss before I drove her back to campus so she could get her car.
"See you tomorrow," she said as she opened the door and started getting out of the car.
"Yep," I replied. "Have a good night."
Right before she closed the door, I heard, "I already did!"
I chuckled as I drove home, took a shower, and went to sleep.
Holly and I hooked up a couple of times over the next few weeks. Neither of us was looking for a relationship with the other; we just enjoyed fun sex. Thankfully, it was never awkward at the office.
Late one Friday afternoon in July, I was trying to finish up a project Joanna had assigned to me. She left about 3:00, and she told me not to stay late. She said I could finish it up the next week, but I wanted to get it done. By 6:00, I decided I'd head home. I thought everyone else had cleared out long ago, so I was surprised when I saw a light on in the project office. I walked in to turn off the lights and was surprised to see Tracy sitting at her desk. Her head was resting in her hands, which were lying on the desk. She jumped when I walked in and looked at me.
It was clear she had been crying. Her eye makeup had streaked her cheeks, and her eyes were red and still wet. I quickly walked toward her.
"Tracy, what's wrong?" I asked, very concerned.
She shook her head but didn't say anything.
"Tell me, Tracy, what's wrong?" I repeated.
"He's gone," she said. "He's gone."
Did her father die? I didn't know what she meant.
"Who's gone?"
Just before she started crying again, I heard her say, "Clark."
Oh my god, I thought. What happened to him?
"Oh, no!" I said. "Did he have an accident?"
She looked confused for a second until she realized what I was thinking. She half smiled through the tears.
"No, he's still alive. But he left me. He's gone."
I was totally shocked. How was that possible. They had been together for so long. Tracy put her life on hold to support them and pay for his schooling.
"Wha - what happened? How could he leave you?" I asked.
"He called to say he got a job offer and he wants to start his new life. He cleared all of his stuff out of our house today. He's GONE!" she said, yelling the final word, and she started crying again.
I ran around her desk, pulled her up from her chair, and hugged her as tightly as I could. She laid her head on my shoulder as she continued crying. I knew there was nothing I could say right now, so I just let her cry.
After holding her for a long time, her crying slowed to a whimper. I couldn't hold my tongue any longer.
"He's an asshole and a moron," I whispered. "I can't believe he did this to you."
She chuckled just a bit.
"Or maybe I'm the moron for thinking we'd be together forever," she said before starting to cry again.
Finally, she stopped, and then she started laughing, which took me by surprise.
"What's so funny," I asked.
She looked up at me with sad eyes but a strained smile as she said, "He was supposed to pick me up this afternoon. I don't even have a way to get home!"
"I'll take you home, Tracy. Don't worry about that."
She laid her head back on my shoulder and softly hugged me as I hugged her. We stood quietly for five minutes. She pulled away and looked at me.
"You sure you don't mind taking me home?" she asked.
"Well, I WAS going to go home to an empty apartment, eat a shitty package of Raman, and watch some crap on TV. As fantastic as that sounds, I'm willing to take you home."
Tracy laughed.
"Thanks, Richard. I appreciate the sacrifice."
She grabbed her purse, and we walked to the door, She killed the lights, and we left. It was a short walk to the garage where I had parked. I opened the door for her, and she got in. After closing the door, I walked around, started the car and exited the garage.
"I know you live in the sticks, but I have no idea where," I said.
Tracy laughed.
"It's not the sticks. It's just a little away from campus."
She started giving me directions, and in fifteen minutes I pulled onto a gravel road in a wooded area. After a half mile, we pulled up to a small, simple house.
"I'm here for you Tracy. Do you want to be alone right now, or do you want company?" I asked.
"Oh, god, I do NOT want to be alone right now," she said, as her eyes started to tear up. "I'd really appreciate it if you came in for a bit."
"I'm happy to do that, Tracy."
I got out of the car and walked around to the passenger door just as Tracy was getting out. I held out my hand to help her up, which she took. I closed the door, hit the button on the handle to lock it, and followed Tracy to her front door.
She unlocked the door, and walked in, with me right behind her. As she took four steps in, she froze. It was obvious items were missing. Audio cables hung across a cabinet where components had been removed. A few picture frames were empty. There were gaps in a bookcase, where it looked like books had been removed. There was a shadow of a square on the wall, beneath a picture hanger, where it looked like some artwork had been removed. Suddenly, Tracy started sniffling. Then the tears came, full stream. I walked up to her, turned her to me, and hugged her. Like at the office, she buried her head in my chest while she had a good cry.
After a few minutes, without lifting her head from, she softly said, "I'm sorry. Seeing it made it real."
"Don't apologize, Tracy. This isn't easy for you. I understand. I'm here for you."
She looked up at me, smiled through the tears, and gave me a tight squeeze.
"Thanks," she said.
As she walked away, she looked in a mirror.
"Oh my god, I look like shit!" she said, with a little chuckle.
Her eye makeup had certainly run down her cheeks, and her eyes were still red and puffy.
"You couldn't look like shit if you tried," I said, immediately embarrassed that I said that.
She ignored my comment.
"I need to go wash up. Do you mind waiting?"
"Of course not," I replied. "I told you - I'm here for you."
She smiled and disappeared around a corner.
I looked around the room and walked over to some pictures in frames on a table. One looked like Tracy with her parents and two sisters. Others were just her and one or both sisters. I pulled out my phone, sat on the couch, and started looking at my news feeds. I heard water running down the hall.
After 20 minutes, Tracy emerged. She had obviously taken a shower. Her hair was wet and combed back. She was wearing a pink satin robe that went halfway down her thighs. She was barefoot. Jesus, even her feet were sexy. She had no makeup on; she still looked beautiful.
She walked around the room, looking at some of the blank spaces where Clark had removed things. After a couple of tours of her room, she stopped.
Without looking at me, she said, "He cheated on me with Holly."
I was really shocked. Not that he would do it, but that Holly would.
"You're kidding! How could he do that? Weren't you pissed at Holly? Obviously, you were pissed at Clark."
"I wasn't mad at Holly," Tracy said. "I know he's good-looking and could seduce any woman he wanted. But Holly stopped him. He managed to get her out of her clothes before she told him it was wrong. She said she couldn't do it, and she told him he was an asshole for trying. She kicked him out."
"Well good for her, I guess," I said. "Better late than never. But how could he do that to you. To YOU!"
"Actually," she said, "I forgave him."
"Really? Why?"
"In some ways, I couldn't blame him. Have you seen Holly's tits?"
I decided this was not the time to tell her I've seen them, touched them and kissed them.
"But he had you! He didn't need to look anywhere else," I said.
"Yeah?" she said with a chuckle. "You wanna tell me YOU'VE never fantasized about sleeping with her?"
I didn't say anything, but Tracy knew the answer.
"See," she said, "of course you've fantasized about sleeping with her. Everyone has."
I looked at her silently for a few seconds before saying, "Yes, I have. But not nearly as often as I've fantasized about sleeping with you."
As soon as I said it, I was having second thoughts. I was afraid I might have crossed a line.
Tracy stared at me for just a second before she said, "That's bullshit. You're just trying to make me feel good."
"Are you kidding me?" I pleaded. "Not only are you the kindest, nicest person I've ever met, but you're the hottest woman I've ever met. You're beautiful - with or without makeup. And you've got the hottest body in the world."
"Hottest body?" she said with a chuckle. "This is Tracy," she said, sweeping her hands up and down her sides, "not Holly. I think you're confused."
"Shit, Tracy, surely you must realize how hot you are. Holly's tits are bigger. But yours are better. Yours are perfect."
She looked at me for what seemed like a long time.
"You've really fantasized about me?" she asked quietly.
I nodded my head. "Often."
Again, her beautiful eyes stared at me for a long time. I thought she could see inside my head.
I thought I saw her nipples pushing at her robe. She pulled the bow on the belt of her robe, causing it to open just an inch or two. I could see her skin between her still-covered breasts, and I could see she was wearing white panties.
"Show me what you do in your fantasies," she whispered.
I cannot possibly describe the rush of excitement that flashed through my entire body. This wasn't just an offer from a pretty woman; this was from my ultimate fantasy. For a second, I couldn't move; I couldn't believe this was real. Finally, I managed to move my feet and walk up to her. Part of me wanted to rip off her robe so I could see her body, but more of me wanted to savor the opportunity to give this woman pleasure while enjoying the most exciting time of my life!
I wrapped my arms around her waist as I pulled her against my incredibly hard dick. I slowly leaned forward to kiss her. When our lips touched for the first time, a feeling of warmth engulfed my entire body. We both opened our mouths at the same time, and our tongues met midway. Although it felt like electricity was shooting through my body at 100 miles per hour, I forced myself to take this kiss very slowly.
It was the softest, slowest, most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. Tracy tasted like the sweetest fruit one could imagine. We kissed for quite a few minutes before I slid my hand up the outside of her shiny robe and placed my hand on her breast.
"Mmmm," she moaned as we continued kissing. I gently squeezed her breast as I subconsciously pulled her harder against me. I rolled my finger over her nipple, not pinching it but gently pushing it in every direction. Tracy moaned again as she subtly rubbed her body against my dick.
After a couple of minutes, I broke the kiss and pulled my head away from her. We smiled at each other, but her smile made me melt. I brought both my hands in front of me and slid them into the narrow gap in her robe. I raised my hands up and pushed the robe open and off her shoulders and arms, letting it drop to the floor.
"Oh, god, Tracy," I whispered as I got a look at her body. "You are even more perfect than in my dreams."
Her small breasts - probably an A-cup - fit her body perfectly. They were round with no sag at all. She had dark red areolas of average size and hard nipples. The dark red coloring against her very light skin made for an incredible contrast. They were, quite honestly, the nicest breasts I had ever seen - live or on web sites.
She smiled at my comment and pulled my head to her right breast. I planted soft kisses in a circle before taking her nipple in my mouth. I didn't suck on it; I simply flicked my tongue back and forth and up and down, applying soft pressure in each direction. Tracy pulled my head harder against her breast, letting me know she liked it.
I slid my right hand onto her other breast, and it felt glorious. I softly kneaded it before using my index finger to circle the edge of her areola. When I pinched her nipple - not too hard - Tracy let out a satisfying whine. When I reluctantly pulled my mouth away from her breast to kiss her again, she slipped her hand between us and rubbed my throbbing dick through my pants. As she moved her hand away, she grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and added her other hand on the other side, and she pulled my t-shirt up. I grabbed the shirt when she got halfway up and pulled it over my head. I pulled her back in for another kiss, spurred on by feeling her hard nipples push against my bare chest.
I turned her around and reached around so I could cup both breasts. Although I missed being able to see them, having both hands around them felt amazing. I kissed the back of her neck and nibbled on her ear as I was doing this, and, again, her groans let me know she liked it. She kept rubbing her butt back and forth against me. I moaned a little, too, wanting to make sure she knew how much I liked it, too.
After a few minutes, I continued caressing her left breast while my right hand slipped off her breast, slowly moved down her stomach, and into her panties. When I felt short hair on her mound, I applied a little pressure, causing her to whimper. I moved my hand down over her clit hood and slipped my middle finger between her lips. Tracy gasped and I smiled at how wet she was. When I got to her pussy, I wasted no time inserting my middle finger. It slid all the way in through her lubed chamber. Tracy jerked, cried out, and her pussy clamped down on my finger. I stroked in and out a few times before pulling out.
"Let's go to your bedroom," I whispered.
She smiled and nodded as she took my hand and started walking down the hall. I was a step behind her and enjoyed the opportunity to look at her beautiful ass.
As soon as we got to her bedroom, I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks and pants. Tracy opened the bed just as I was pulling down my underwear. When she turned around, she smiled. She walked over and gave my dick a couple of strokes; my god, it felt good. But I needed to stop her, or I was going to come in her hand. I took a step back and knelt down, grabbing her panties on each side. There was a wet spot in the obvious place, and I kissed it, using my tongue to give a short lick.
I slowly pulled them down as Tracy placed her hands on my head. First, I saw her dense, shortly trimmed pubic hair, which was shaped into a wide triangle. I groaned when I saw it, leaning forward to give it a soft kiss. As I continued pulling the panties down, I almost couldn't contain my excitement. She had a long clit hood, but her little, shiny clit was already showing itself. Her pink lips were open like a beautiful flower. I wanted so badly to lick her, but not in this position.
I stood up, pushed my dick down, and stepped forward, letting my dick bounce up against her lips. I pulled her toward me and kissed her, slowly moving my pelvis back and forth. As my dick rubbed through her wet slit, we both quietly moaned as we kissed hard. Again, I was so amped up, I knew I wouldn't last if I kept this up too long. After just a minute, I pulled away.
"Lie on the bed, okay?" I asked.
Tracy smiled and nodded. She got on the bed and spread her legs. I got between them, put my arms on either side of her shoulders, and leaned down to again kiss her soft, perfect lips. We had kissed so much already, we each knew exactly what to expect as our tongues slowly caressed each other's. After a minute, I moved my head down her body to take a nipple in my mouth, slowly flicking it with my tongue. Then I did the same to the other nipple. As I started moving further down, kissing her stomach and then her pubic mound, Tracy gasped.
"Where are you going? What are you..."
She abruptly stopped talking when I ran my tongue from her pussy up between her lips and over her clit.
"OH!" she quietly whined.
I repeated the lick, and she softly cried out again.
"You... you... you don't have to do that," she said, but the way she pulled my head against her let me know she didn't really want me to stop.
"I didn't HAVE to do it," I thought. Is she crazy? I LOVED licking her. Her taste, her smell, the view, and just the idea that I was licking her most private parts and giving her pleasure had me as hard and as excited as I could possibly be.
I slowly licked from bottom to top another three or four times, and Tracy jerked up each time I went over her clit. Then I concentrated on shoving my tongue in her pussy. I spread her wide with my fingers and pushed my tongue as far as it would go. I could taste how wet she was, and her quiet whimpers spurred me on. After a minute I switched it up to concentrate on her beautiful, spread lips, flicking my tongue over each one over and over.
Tracy was constantly thrusting up to get closer to my mouth, and I was ready to make her come. I licked from bottom to top a few more times, but then I wrapped my lips around her clit and swirled my tongue around it and over it. This brought a soft cry from Tracy and more pressure on my head as she pulled me into her. She was thrusting faster and faster. When I slipped a finger into her pussy and tapped on her G-spot, she exploded.
Tracy wasn't a screamer, but the strength of her orgasm was obvious. Her head rolled from side to side. Waves flowed down her torso as her stomach then her pelvis kept pushing up. Quiet, continuous grunts filled the room.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!"
Her low volume belied the pleasure I'm sure she was receiving. I was thrilled I was able to make her feel so good and still equally thrilled I had my hands and mouth all over her beautiful body.
When her twitching, moaning, and thrusting stopped, I backed away from her. I crawled up next to her on the bed and rolled her on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her tightly as she lay motionless except for her pumping chest as she captured her breath.
After a couple of minutes, Tracy lifted her head, smiled at me, and gave me a short, sweet kiss.
"Jesus, Richard, that was unbelievable. I've never come so hard. Clark didn't really like to do that. And to tell you the truth, I didn't really encourage him to do it. When he did, he wasn't very good. He never made me come from that."
"You can't imagine how much I enjoyed that, too," I said.
I pulled her head down to me and gave her a short, tongue-tangled kiss. But after just a few seconds, she pulled away.
"Will you make love to me? Please. I want you so badly," she said.
I smiled.
"I've never wanted anyone more in my entire life," I responded.
I gave her another short kiss before I rolled her off me. I started to get up.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"To get a condom from my pants."
"Do you always use a condom?" she asked.
"Of course."
"Good," Tracy said. "That means you're clean. I got tested after Clark tried to sleep with Holly, wondering if he'd slept with anyone else. So, I'm clean, and I'm on the pill. You don't need a condom."
I stared at her for a couple of seconds. I never had a steady girlfriend, and I never had sex without a condom. But the thought of Tracy being my first was incredibly exciting.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
Tracy nodded.
"Please. I want to feel you completely."
Holy shit. Could this day get any better.
Tracy reached down and stroked my semi-hard cock, and it sprang to full erection very quickly.
"Favorite position?" I asked.
She smiled.
"Right now, I really want face-to-face. I want to see you looking at me. Is that okay?"
I chuckled.
"Tracy, ANYTHING you want is okay with me. I'll stand on my head if that's what you want."
Tracy laughed.
"Not today," she said.
"Good. I want to look at you, too," I said.
She stroked my dick again for a couple of seconds. Then she moved to the middle of the bed on her back. She pulled her legs back, causing me to groan at the fantastic view of her pussy. I crawled up between her legs and supported myself on my arms. Tracy grabbed my dick and placed the tip right at the entrance to her pussy. She was already wet, and I easily slid my full length into her until our pelvises touched.
"Oh, Tracy," I whispered.
"Oh, Richard," she whispered.
She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down. I supported my weight on my elbows. She also wrapped her legs around my ass.
"Don't move for a while, okay?" she whispered. "I just want to enjoy this feeling."
I could feel her rock-hard nipples pushing into my chest as she squeezed her pussy muscles a few times. As incredible as this felt, after a while, something in my brain forced me to start moving. Surprisingly, given my level of excitement, I was able to move slowly to start. I pushed back up on my arms as I slid my dick back until just the tip was still inside her. I paused for a second before pushing all the way in. The way her pussy squeezed my head as I slid in through her wet, slippery lubrication was mind-blowing. I felt like my head would explode from excitement.
I paused at the bottom for a couple of seconds before pulling back again. I had never experienced such pleasure. Tracy and I looked at each other. She tried smiling through a strained expression of pleasure. I looked at her breasts because... I loved looking at her breasts. One time, when I was buried in her, I balanced myself on my left arm so I could use my right hand to caress her breast and gently pinch her nipple. Tracy's whimper encouraged me to do it again, but I couldn't hold myself on one arm too long.
After a few minutes, the next time I pushed in, I stayed there for a second so I could lean down and kiss Tracy. Her tongue met mine in a frantic kiss as I continued shorter strokes in and out. As much as I would have liked to continue this for hours, my brain and my dick begged me to move faster. I straightened my arms and started pumping in and out faster and faster. Tracy's eyes were closed tight, and her entire face was scrunched up. I had been incredibly excited since Tracy first opened her robe, and I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. But I wanted Tracy to come, too.
"Rub your clit," I whispered.
Her eyes popped open, and she gave me a questioning look.
"Rub your clit," I repeated. "Do what feels good."
She removed one hand from my back, licked her index and middle finger, and started rubbing her clit. I continued stroking in and out, and I could feel her fingers against my pelvis when I stroked down. Tracy seemed to have her own urgency, as she started rubbing faster and faster as I started pumping in and out faster and faster. I was close, and I needed to come. And I wanted her to come.
Just as I couldn't take any more and was about to explode, I heard Tracy quietly cry out as she thrust her hips up. As if I needed any additional stimulation, her pussy squeezed my dick and I let loose with the strongest eruption of my life, grunting as it happened. Realizing that Tracy could feel my hot cum hitting her inner walls made me spurt even harder the second time.
Tracy kept pushing her pelvis into me as her pussy squeezed my dick, and she continued to quietly cry out with each spasm. I continued grunting as I shot load after load into her. I had never before come as intensely or as long. When I finally finished, I leaned down and wrapped my lips around Tracy's nipple, flicking my tongue back and forth. I was surprised when she yelped a little and started thrusting harder as if a second wave of orgasm started before she even finished her first. I continued flicking her nipple for another half minute until she collapsed flat on the bed.
I lowered myself onto my elbows but remained on top of Tracy. Frankly, I never wanted to leave this position. After a minute, I rolled both of us over so Tracy was on top. My dick flopped out of her pussy, and I was glad I didn't have to break any contact to remove a condom. Tracy giggled when we rolled over but then laid her head on my shoulder. I felt my cum dripping out of her onto my balls. If I died like this, I would have died a happy man.
After a couple of minutes, Tracy lifted her head. She moved her body up far enough to give me a soft kiss. Then she just looked at me for ten seconds as a slow smile appeared.
"I have never come so hard in my entire life!" she said with a smile.
"Me either," I replied.
"Clark never told me to rub myself. No one has."
"I wanted to make sure you came before me," I said.
She lowered her head to kiss me again. Like last time, it was soft and tender.
"I need to clean up," she said as she rolled off me. She grabbed some tissues from her nightstand and shoved them between her legs. She handed me a couple as she said, "be right back."
After wiping my dick and balls, I lay there with a huge smile on my face.
When I watched Tracy walk toward me, naked, I still couldn't believe this was happening. She lay next to me on the bed, propping her head up on her bent arm. I turned toward her in the same position.
"You have no idea how good you've made me feel. When Clark told me he was leaving, even though he didn't say he had found another woman, I felt like I wasn't pretty enough for him. Or enough of a woman in bed for him. Or a million other things. And then, when I thought about him trying to fuck Holly, I hated my body. I thought no one would want me."
I started to say something, but she put her index finger on my mouth to shush me.
"When you said you fantasized about me, I didn't believe you at first. I figured you just wanted to make me feel good. But you convinced me you meant it, and it meant the world to me. I really needed that at that moment."
Then she was quiet for a bit, and I could tell she wasn't done but was thinking.
"The way you touched me and kissed me was unlike anything I've experienced. I really didn't know I could feel that good."
She paused one more time.
"They say reality is never as good as your fantasies. I hope you weren't disappointed."
I laughed loudly.
"They need to change the expression. It should be, 'sometimes reality can EXCEED your fantasies.' "
Tracy smiled.
"So that's what you fantasize about, huh?" she asked with a sly smile.
"Well, that, and some other things," I said.
Tracy raised an eyebrow as she smiled. She reached down and started stroking my dick.
"Do you want to show me the other things?" she asked, as her stroking started having results. When she crawled down the bed and licked the head of my dick, I groaned as I returned to full hardness.
"Get on your hands and knees, okay?" I asked.
Tracy pulled away from my dick and nodded as she smiled.
She got into position on the bed, wiggling her butt at me. Her ass looked so nice in its own right, but the view of her pussy popping out beneath her cheeks was just wonderful. I got on my knees behind her. I put one hand on each cheek and softly squeezed them, much like I had done with her breast. Her love of dancing classes clearly showed the results in her muscular ass. After a few more squeezes of her butt cheeks, I leaned forward and licked her pussy.
"Mmmm" Tracy moaned.
I did it two more times before sliding my index finger in. Tracy moaned again, and it only took a few strokes until she seemed quite wet. I pulled my finger out and rubbed her juices over the head of my dick. I then lined myself up and pushed all the way in. We both let out a soft groan.
As unbelievable as it felt when we made love the first time, this position felt even tighter. Every stroke sent shivers through my body. Even though I had had an enormous ejaculation just a short time ago, being inside Tracy quickly created a feeling of urgency. I wasn't banging into her hard, but I definitely was going in and out at a good pace.
I love doggie because of the tight feeling it creates. But with the right person - and Tracy was definitely the right person - I love it because my hands are free. I leaned over her back and cupped both of her breasts while continuing to stroke in and out, albeit at a shallower rate.
The minute I grabbed her breasts, Tracy whimpered. First, I massaged both of them. Then I flicked her nipples back and forth. Then I pinched her nipples, but not too hard. Tracy seemed to like all of these based on her sweet whining. As great as the feeling of her pussy squeezing my dick with every stroke, the feeling of having my hands on her perfect tits was just as good. The only conflict it presented was that I couldn't stroke my entire dick in and out, having to settle for smaller movements.
I reluctantly released her breasts and sat up straight so I could feel my dick slide along the full length of her pussy. I could also squeeze her ass in this position, which added to the pleasure. A few times, I put my hand on her hips and pulled her back hard into me as I pushed forward. The slapping sound of my pelvis hitting her ass was in synch with Tracy softly crying out each time I pushed in.
After a few minutes of hard slapping, I returned to the position where I leaned over her back and cupped her breasts. Tracy was breathing and moaning much faster as we continued, and the big picture suddenly hit me. My dick was in my dream girl, and it felt wonderful. I was cupping the breasts of my dream girl, and it felt wonderful. I was making love to my dream girl, and it felt wonderful.
My brain suddenly went into overdrive. I straightened up again and started stroking really hard. I leaned forward a little bit - just enough to be able to reach around and stroke Tracy's clit. As soon as I touched it, she yelped. When I stroked in, she pushed back against me. When I pulled back, she pushed her clit harder against my finger. We were both driving toward the edge of the cliff.
I wanted Tracy to come first, but after another minute, I couldn't control myself. I jerked and groaned as I came hard inside her. I squirted a second time and then a third. Suddenly, Tracy quietly cried out as she hit her own limit. She continued to pump her pelvis back and forth - back into my dick and forward into my finger stroking her clit. When I was drained, I continued to rub her clit. After another fifteen seconds, she collapsed onto the bed, straightening out her legs and leaving my soft dick and my finger hanging behind her.
I lay down beside her and draped an arm over her back. My eyes were closed as I recovered. After a minute, I opened my eyes and smiled. As I looked down her body, the small bump of her ass looked beautiful. When Tracy didn't move for a few minutes, I figured she had fallen asleep. It was okay with me.
After another few minutes, Tracy jerked up and then rolled over.
"Shit. I think I fell asleep. I'm sorry."
"No apology needed. I was quite happy to just take in the view."
Tracy smiled.
"I need to go clean up again," she said. "You can really make a mess," she said with a chuckle.
As she walked to the bathroom, I grabbed some tissues to clean myself. When Tracy came back, she was wearing her satin robe.
"Let me help you change the sheets," I said. They were wet and messy.
"You don't need to do that," she said.
"I'd like to, okay? I'd like to help you."
"Okay," she said. "Let me get some sheets."
Even after we changed the sheets, the room still smelled like sex. Oh well, nothing I could do about that. She could open windows if she wanted.
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"Actually, yes. Want me to order a pizza?" she asked.
"That would be great," I said. "I'll eat anything."
I got dressed while Tracy ordered pizza.
Forty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang. I grabbed the pizza and tipped the delivery woman. As Tracy and I ate, we talked about random stuff. But we didn't talk about tonight.
After we finished and cleaned up, Tracy walked over and hugged me.
"Thank you for everything. For just holding me at the office. For driving me home. For not leaving me in this empty house. And for making me feel good about myself when I really needed it." She paused for a couple of seconds. "Oh, yeah," she said with a smile. "Thanks for the best sex of my life."
She gave me a soft kiss.
"I'm glad I could make you feel good about yourself. You're an incredible person. And, uh, yeah, thanks for the best sex of MY life, too."
We laughed, and it was clear Tracy was saying goodbye. She didn't want me staying the night.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I said.
"Okay, see you tomorrow," she said. "Oh, Richard? I'd kinda prefer this remains between you and me."
"Of course, Tracy. I would never talk about what happened."
"I know," she said, looking down. "I shouldn't have even asked you. I know you'd never do that. I don't care if people know how wonderful you were at the office, but let's just tell people you drove me home and dropped me off."
"Okey dokey," I said. "See you tomorrow."
I drove home still not believing what had happened. And I was also unsure where Tracy and I stood. Was it a one-and-done? I'm sure she wasn't looking for a relationship - especially with a guy a few years younger - but could we still have fun? I suppose that would be too much to wish for.
The next day at the office, Tracy was her usual bubbly self. She greeted me with a smile and a "hello". Holly told me she heard about last night and said it was nice of me to hold Tracy as she was crying. We talked about what an asshole Clark was, but Holly didn't say anything about him trying to sleep with her.
I, of course, thought about Tracy all day. I tried to concentrate on work, but it was difficult. Around 4:00, I decided to head out early. I stopped in the office and said goodbye to Holly and Tracy.
Just as I walked out of the building, my phone buzzed. I saw I had a text from Tracy.
"Hey. I was wondering if you'd like to come over... to eat dinner... and me."
I can only imagine how I looked with the huge smile on my face!
Comments