Chapter Six
During the month, that Molly and I had sex both times while Tonya had been with her family for what turned out to be an extended period of time, Emmett had what Molly described as an awkward conversation with her about what she had seen.
She reassured me that he hadn’t been threatening in the least bit and that everything turned out well because she reassured him that she was not the least bit interested in reporting him to his superiors (board members) and couldn’t care less. She also reassured him that the reason she freaked out when she caught us was that she didn’t expect the situation to ever happen to her and didn’t know what to do and panicked. He seemed glad to hear that, and it gave him the confidence to be a little more risky and bold in his interactions with me which would increase the likelihood that we would get caught, but he didn’t seem to care. He was always horny, and when he wanted it, he wanted it.
The next time he wanted it was a month after the last incident and around the same time period Molly, and I had sex again the second time. I was sitting in my office working on the new projects, Emmett did eventually explain to me, and I was glad for more responsibility as Emmett assured me would lead to it being easier for me to climb the corporate ladder in other companies, his business or climb other things hopefully. He remarked how he hoped that I continued to put my talents to use other ways.
After finishing up the case files, and as I stood up and grabbed them into my arms I felt body heat behind me, and a hard bulge push into me from behind. It was Emmett.
“You work quickly.” He whispered in my ear as he caressed my arms up and down with both of his hands. He then wrapped his arms around me and grabbed onto my hips as he pressed into my ass so hard I had to brace myself with my hands on my desk. He started grinding his hips and shoving his hard member into me, and I got nervous because his brazen actions out in the open surely would get us caught if someone walked in the front door.
Emmett started to unzip his pants, and he discreetly lifted up my skirt and lowered my panties and shoved himself inside.
“Mmm. You really should stop wearing panties, would make things easier.” He said hoarsely as he slowly pumped into me from behind.
“We might get caught, with it being obvious with the way we are standing.” I moaned quietly.
“You’re right, but mmm…I need to cum, I can’t wait. I’ve been anxious to do this all day.” Emmett said as he gyrated harder and gyrated up to fill my pussy even more.
“Aaaah” I moaned a little too loudly, but fortunately, nobody’s cubicle or office was close enough to hear at that level, especially with all of the phones ringing and conversations being had.
“Mmm. Maybe you are right, we should continue this elsewhere. But I cannot wait until later. Looks like you were going to the storage room? I’ll join you there.” He said as he pulled out reluctantly and zipped up his pants.
I pulled up my panties, still wet and horny and pulled down my skirt. I grabbed the files and started to walk down the hallway into the storage room on the other side of the office suite closer to Emmett’s office and away from most of the other offices and cubicles. I could feel Emmett’s penetrating gaze watching me as I walked away.
As I headed into the storage room, I shut the door excitedly as I couldn’t get enough of sex ever since the first time I was fucked by Emmett and especially when I heard Molly and Tonya having sex for the first time through the shared wall.
Five minutes later, I heard the door open, and it was Molly and not Emmett.
“Hi, Molly what are you doing here?”
“Oh, I was told that you were in Storage and I wanted to say something!”
“Why? What happened are you okay?” I said worriedly.
“Yeah mostly. I got a call from Tonya last night, and she told me that, she decided to stay indefinitely not only to help take care of her niece but while there she was offered her dream job and she took it! Reluctantly of course.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Molly. Are you okay?”
“I wasn’t at first, but then I surprised myself as I was over it the next day.”
“Wow, really?” I said surprised.
“Yeah. I guess although I love Tonya very much, a part of me has always wanted something more than what I had, and I knew deep down that the opinion of her family mattered to her and she was always going to be scared to make that leap and tell them.”
“Well, I’m happy for you Molly!”
“I’m happy for myself too. Sorry to disturb you, I have to get back to work, but I wanted to tell you!” she said excitedly
“I appreciate you telling me!” I smiled and with that Molly left the store room quickly.
A few minutes later, Emmett snuck into the storage room slowly and discreetly with a big bulge in his pants that he apparently was anxiously wanting to take care of. Fortunately, I had finished filing all the settled case files back into their appropriate cabinet drawers, and as he walked in, he grabbed me quickly and roughly lifted me up by my buttocks. He laid me down on the 12-foot conference room table nearby, surrounded by 12 rich leather chairs that were in the storage room.
Despite what it sounds like, the storage room was a 6,000 square foot facility with rows and rows of cabinets that have held settled cases for the past 10 years, Emmett has owned the company.
As Emmett laid me down on the conference room table, he unzipped his pants quickly, not looking for conversation. He just wanted release. He then pulled down my thong and shoved my skirt up and entered me quickly. He pumped faster than ever before, and this time he cared less about taking his time or whether I wanted my own release.
As he pumped quickly, he grunted loudly and grabbed at my 36 D breasts and shoved them into his mouth and sucked like a starving man. He bit a little too hard at times, and despite him being selfish and rough, I enjoyed it. I loved being fucked by anyone, but especially by Molly.
As I started to climax over and over by the roughness of his actions, Emmett pumped quickly, and he ejaculated within a couple of minutes in me, and as he spurted into me, he so groaned loudly it echoed the room. After he had finished, he collapsed onto me and breathing raggedly and did not pull himself out of me.
We laid like that for a few minutes, no one saying a word and Emmett started slowly gyrating again and continued moan quietly to himself until he ejaculated again 10 minutes later.
He eventually got up, pulled himself out and zipped up his pants without saying a word and walked out of the room. This became our regular thing, him shoving himself into me roughly in the storage room and then collapsing onto me while he gyrated a second time slowly before he came again. This was our regular thing for the next few months when he wasn’t getting any action from his girlfriend.
Emmett didn’t know that while this was going on, Molly and I started to hang out more often outside of work, visiting each other’s apartments having a beer. Sometimes we would check out estate sales together, have dinner. No matter what we did, we would have a great time talking and sharing stories.
Sometimes we would have what we called now, making love, at the end of the night and Molly became not only a great friend but a great lover. We started to care deeply about each other, and she was an excellent contrast to Emmett’s Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am kind of roughness.
Molly didn’t mind Emmett and I being together of course because she knew that despite Emmett’s storage room needs that Molly and I would be together soon, exclusively.
Several months later, we eventually did, and Emmett was no longer in the picture.
The End
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Price of Love
A Lesbian, Older Woman Romance
By Elle Crosby
© Copyright 2016-2017 by Elle Crosby
and Second Chances Press
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Prologue
Emily Taylor grew up in a small town with big city dreams. Her parents owned a small farm in Nebraska, and she spent her youth planning her escape amongst the corn fields. The country life never fit Emily, even though she had never been in a place with buildings taller than three stories. Emily dreamt of skyscrapers, big business, corporate ladders, and shattering glass ceilings. Her youth gave her determination, and the world hadn’t had its chance to damper those spirits quite yet. Not even day after day working in the hot sun as a kid hurt her view on what she could be, if anything it made it stronger. Emily knew she had the brains and she definitely had the physical agility to accomplish anything she put her mind to, so she wasn’t worried a bit for life outside of the farmhouse walls.
Emily’s father had a soft spot for her dreams and aspirations while her mother often got irritated, worried she would never truly make it out of Nebraska. Her mother told her stories about her own youth and the big dreams she had but never quite made come true. But she always ended the story by letting Emily know her family was the best thing to ever happen to her and that if Emily never made it to the big city and settled for a quiet life there in Nebraska, she wouldn’t regret it in the end. Emily would smile and appease her mother since she felt bad every time she made her worry, but in the back of her mind she knew she could never find happiness in rural America. Her father, however, would just wrap his arms around her knowing one day she would skyrocket right out of that little cornfield and straight to her dreams. The only thing he worried about was the fact that she was so determined she was wearing blinders to everything else in life. He didn’t want Emily to go her whole life and never stop to smell the roses. He knew, though, he could talk until he was blue in the face and she would still drive headfirst and not look back.
As a young child, Emily would lay out under the stars dreaming about the woman she wanted to one day become. She would watch as the clouds moved over the stars and the light of the moon would move back and forth depending on the density of the gray puffs high overhead. She thought of herself like the moon, always constant, never wavering but had to fight fiercely against the clouds to be seen. Even while others prepared her for a life in rural Nebraska she pushed through, flooding everything she touched with her bright and shining light. People were inherently drawn to Emily but she never considered herself a people person, especially since she felt she had no time for things like friends. No, Emily beat to the sound of her own drum, and she liked it that way.
Emily had a personality like a bull; hard, determined, and she paid little attention to others unless they were waving a flag of interest at her. When she saw or figured out something she wanted she would charge full steam ahead and create a plan of attack that would ensure her success every time. She wasn't used to not getting what she wanted, not in a rich girl spoiled way, but in a roll up your sleeves and plough the field by hand kind of way. Spoiled was not something that would ever cross the minds of someone that knew Emily, especially growing up as the child of farmers. Determined, hardworking, and headstrong would be the words to describe her to a tee.
When Emily was nine years old, she wrote a report on future careers for her fourth-grade class and decided, after considerable research, that she wanted to "be in marketing and take over the New York market." She presented the paper to the class and the room fell silent. The teacher, having the same mindset as her parents called a conference concerned that, despite her extreme intelligence, she may be setting herself up for disappointment. It was hard for anyone in that small town to realize anything outside, as if rural Nebraska were its own little planet.
Despite her parent's efforts to wrangle her into the family farm, her dreams were concrete. Emily knew, even at an age where Barbie's ruled the world and pink lace dresses were the talks between the other girls, that her dreams would take some work but that she wouldn't end up another debutant, married to the preacher's son, living in a white house on the corner of town. Emily’s aspirations went far beyond that of the typical farm raised girl and she had determination to not let small town America change that.
Boys were a whole other story for Emily, who hadn't put much thought into it until she reached high school and her parents pressured her to go to her freshman formal with Timmy down the road. After missing all the signs and ending up slapping him for grabbing her butt, Emily realized she had never had a single attraction to a boy in her entire life. Her sophomore year of high school, and a secret kiss in the girl's bathroom during lunch, brought Emily to the finite conclusion that she was a lesbian. She didn’t think anything was wrong with that since the conversation hadn’t ever come up. However, the night she told her parents she will admit was probably one of the most nerve racking nights of her life. The news fell hard on her parents and though they supported her choices, never really talked much about it beyond the initial conversation.
Emily put the thought of girls out of her mind for the rest of high school, being too busy for anything but making sure her grades were perfect and her college applications brought her right where she wanted to be. Emily knew her parents wouldn't be able to afford the expensive Ivy League education she desired so she applied for every scholarship she could get her hands on. In the end, she went with her second choice, Princeton, because they offered her a full ride for being Valedictorian, while Yale offered only a few thousand dollars a year in scholarships. This decision didn’t upset her and the thought of being so close to New York City made it hard for her to get through that last summer before making her way to college. She would sit out on the porch during the warm Nebraska nights checking and re-checking her list for what she would need in college. While every other college bound girl was worried about what color to decorate her dorm, Emily had already finished three of the texts she would need to read for her freshman year. To her, preparation was everything and she wasn’t going to let her meager upbringing be something that ever stood in her way.
After a teary goodbye, on her parent's part, Emily packed up her car and headed off to New Jersey for four years of intense study and a revamp of everything Emily knew about life outside of Nebraska's cornfields. The people at Princeton were just like her, and she felt completely at home sitting around drinking a pint, talking Tolstoy, and bragging on her plans for the future. Emily was so used to having her nose in the books and working hard that Princeton's rigid learning curve didn't affect her in the least. Around her Junior year at school, Emily met Rosalie who was petite, sweet, and had strong ambitions in the environmental law field. They fell for each other immediately and dated for the rest of their time at Princeton. Two months before graduation, though, Emily was offered a job at one of New York's leading marketing firms, and Rosalie was accepted into Harvard Law. Emily being the realistic one, who was able to separate emotions and reality, let Rosalie down easily and they parted ways amicably, promising to keep in touch as their journeys went in opposite directions.
There was a part of Emily that was incredibly hea
rtbroken about the breakup; Rosalie was her first for many things and she held onto that for the rest of her time at Princeton. However, once graduation was upon her, and the excitement of moving to the City for her dream job grew close enough to feel real, Emily's attention was shifted to the future, and she spent her last week in New Jersey hanging out and sightseeing with her parents. They had come over from Nebraska and were going to stay to help her move into her new apartment in the city. The company had set up the flat for her so all she would have to do is get her belongings there and settle in. Emily would be moving in on Saturday but not start work until Monday, giving her ample time to explore the city a little and get comfortable with the work coming up.
This was the beginning of everything she had been working so hard for and she was determined to continue her climb to the top with High Point Marketing Corporation. The company had been extremely difficult to get into but it was pretty much Emily’s number one, and only choice for a job. She knew the moment she heard about the tall building, big salaries, and competitive nature of the company that it was the perfect place for her to land. Not to mention Emily had already fallen in love with the city and knew without a doubt that this was the place for her. Everyone was ambitious, the city never slept, and no one cared if your goals were strictly work related. Starting a family, marriage, and all the other small time ideals were thrown right where Emily wanted them, in the gutter.
New York was full of inspiration and taking the time to soak it in after the weekend was not on her extremely forward goal list. With the lights of the city, the Statue of Liberty standing tall in the waters, and people mulling around at all times it was hard to contain any sort of decorum. For so long Emily had dreamt of this moment, making it all the way to the big city and now she was here.
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