Those Kinds of Adult Stories Your Mother Warned You About

by Natalie Nogasm

  None of them did. Marks looked up at the small escape hatch and sighed then said, “We would probably get killed trying to climb out that way anyhow.”

  They all nodded.

  Hodges kicked the door panel. The sound of that blow was dull and very loud, and Cassie jumped slightly. She spotted a long splash of come in one corner and knelt to mop it up, her thoughts so chaotic all she could think to do was clean it away.

  The elevator took a sudden and unannounced drop. Cassie, attempting to stand, was tossed quite unceremoniously into Hodges, who caught her and gallantly kept her on her feet as the car stopped then fell again, a long slow slide that made terror steal through her body, sending her close to the edge of panic.

  Now that the elevator was moving and they were all hurriedly checking their zippers and tucking and smoothing their clothes she was afraid, and not just because any minute the elevator would either crash into some basement and kill them all or settle peacefully and open to allow them to leave, but because she’d realized the full implications of what had just occurred.

  The elevator stopped smoothly. Cassie, blinking and stunned, stood there, speechless. Her pussy was sore, her hands sticky, and her ass aching. There were muscles below her skin protesting in ways they never had before.

  The doors opened to show them the lobby, empty but for the security guard. Marks stepped out of the elevator and she followed as did Hodges and Slay. Not speaking they all headed for the door and the fresh air of the city streets just beyond.

  Cassie stood still for a moment, not sure what to do next. Hodges cleared his throat and said, “Well, I think we all need to come to an agreement here.”

  Cassie nodded eagerly. Slay said, with a wink, “How about what happens in the elevator stays in the elevator?”

  Marks looked at Cassie. His dark eyes met hers and he asked, softly, “Miss Wilson?”

  She pulled herself together and nodded briskly. “Yes, that’s a perfectly reasonable solution.”

  Relief filled her. She’d come to the same conclusion as they’d walked through the lobby. The wild free-for-all sex in the elevator had been the most exciting thing she’d ever done in her entire life, and she would always remember it but she’d never speak of it because Slay was married, and so was Marks. Not to mention he was her boss. And Hodges was a well-known womanizer with a major fear of commitment so she had no doubt that he would forget all about it long before he stepped into the doorway of the offices in the morning.

  “Gentlemen, I’ll see you in the morning.”

  She started to walk away and Marks said, “Please don’t be late, Miss Wilson.”

  She turned and her smile was warm and genuine. “I won’t be. I intend to lay a trail of breadcrumbs down those damn bland hallways.”

  Marks roared laughter and Hodges said, “I’ve always thought they should color-code the place, it’s that neutral. It’s so neutral it’s damn confusing.”

  Cassie nodded, “Precisely. Good evening.”

  They all parted, heading their separate ways and as she walked her pussy continued to throb and sting pleasantly. Her bottom had stopped stinging and as she walked she wondered if any of them were as sore as she was.

  She knew that it would be very sore tomorrow, and that she would probably be a little tired too, but she wouldn’t be late. She also wouldn’t be distracted by fantasies about Marks. He’d been as wonderful a lover as she had imagined he would be but now that she’d had her fantasy, and some she’d never even considered before brought to life she was no longer interested in them.

  Sex with three men in the elevator. It had been wild and thrilling and she’d never known her body could react that, would react that. But it had.

  But that didn’t mean she wanted to do it again.

  There was so many possibilities to sex, she mused as she walked along the crowded city streets, so why limit herself to just one possibility? There was no telling what she might get up to if she just gave herself a chance to find out.

  She smiled as she reached her apartment and saw the handsome man who lived down the hall coming out the door. She’d always been too shy to talk to him but that evening she had found she had a lot of courage and she smiled at him and said, “Lovely evening, isn’t it?”

  She thought he’d say something in passing and keep going. Instead he stopped and said, “Yes it is. Are you just getting in?”

  Suddenly aware of her missing stockings and mussed hair she faltered then took a deep breath and said, “Yes, I got stuck in an elevator at work.”

  His light blue eyes lit with sympathy. “You must work near where the earthquake hit then.”

  She nodded. “Yes, do you?”

  He nodded, “We had hell with our elevators for weeks. Hopefully they’ll get that fixed very soon.”

  “She laughed, “I imagine they will.”

  He held out a hand, “I’m Greg.”

  She took his hand and smiled, “I’m Cassie.”

  He said, “Listen, I have to meet some friends tonight but I’ve been wondering…well…if you aren’t busy or seeing anyone…would you like to go out to dinner sometime?”

  All the endless possibilities…

  “I’d love to,” she smiled.

  Greg smiled back, “Great. Um…I get off at six tomorrow. How about we talk then?”

  “That sounds perfect.” She watched him walk away and then let herself into the building. She deliberately skirted the elevator and took the stairs to her floor. Once in her apartment she drew a hot bath filled with fragrant bubbles, stripped off her clothes then sank into the jasmine and lily scented water, allowing the aromatic steam rising from it fill her nose and relax her body.

  She floated there, just letting the memories of the sexy, steamy tryst play out again. To her surprise she was hot, and in need of release just thinking of what had transpired. She let her fingers wander down her body, gliding to a stop right at her clit. She massaged it gently, wincing slightly at the little pain that came from it before it began to stiffen in a very pleasant way. She massaged it like the men had, delighting in the sensation. Her legs pushed against the back end of the small tub and her toes curled as a small but strong orgasm crested then ebbed.

  “Maybe I’m a slut,” she said softly to the ceiling. “Or maybe just a nympho. Or maybe I just had a lot saved up in there because I waited so long.”

  Her giggles filled the room and she used her toes to turn on the hot water tap, adding a little more heat to the silky waters in the tub. “I suppose it doesn’t matter either way. I intend to try out everything I can.”

  **

  The next morning Cassie raced down the hallways, lost again. Her eyes darted right and left and she cursed under her breath. She’d stopped at the second floor to pick up files Marks would need later in the day and, naturally, as soon as she’d left the echoing room the paper files were kept in she’d taken some sort of wrong turn and wound up in another of those disturbingly bland hallways lined with equally bland cubicles that always confounded her.

  She rounded a corner and came face to face with a stunning red haired woman who wore a look of utter puzzlement on her pretty face. She gave Cassie a desperate look and asked, “Do you have any idea to all of where they hid the elevators? I swear I’ve been here all of four days and I still can’t seem to figure this place out.”

  Cassie laughed, “I’m lost too, it’s still my first week and I always get turned around somehow too.”

  A slender hand came up and flapped at the air, “I can’t believe this. I’m all for a little sadism but this is just plain mean.”

  Cassie blinked, “I’m sorry.”

  Her smile grew wider, “Sorry, just thinking out loud. I’m Linda, and I’m up on the eighth floor.”

  “Me too,” Cassie said, “I’m Mr. Marks assistant.”

  Linda nodded, “Ah, your office is just a few doors down from mine. Maybe we can find them if we work together. I hope so anyway since it’s three minutes until nine an
d my boss is a bear about punctuality.”

  They managed to get past the cubicles. The people in them never looked up and Cassie had already learned the hard way asking them for directions was useless. They pretty much knew where the breakrooms on each floor were, where their cubicle was, and how to get to the nearest exit. And nothing else.

  They finally found the correct elevator that would allow them access to the eighth floor and when they got in and the doors closed Linda said, “Well, at least we won’t be more than a minute late.”

  “No, thankfully.” Cassie was pretty sure she might be able to get by with being a touch late now and then all things considered but she didn’t want to be. She wanted to do her job well so she could advance, and she knew that while she might be able to get by with things like being late with Marks that wouldn’t fly with her next boss, and she didn’t want to start allowing herself such bad work habits.

  The elevator ground to a halt. The light blinked fitfully. Cassie stared at it, her mind going black.

  Linda said, “Oh my God, don’t you dare you stupid bucket of bolts.”

  Cassie had a sudden fantasy, her and Linda on the floor of the elevator, her lips pressed firmly to the flesh between Linda’s thighs and her fingers inside Linda’s tight and wet pussy. Heat suffused her face and juices filled her panties. The very vividness of the fantasy made her breathless.

  The elevator issued a low grumble and roar and then started moving upward again. Linda sighed with relief and said, “Boy, that was a close one.”

  “Yes, it was.” Cassie smiled.

  The doors opened and the clock on the wall showed exactly one minute to nine. She and Linda hurried down the hallway quickly, each trying to get to their office before the clock could mark them as late. As she opened the door to her office Linda said, “Well I guess I’ll see you around.”

  Cassie smiled and said, “I hope so,” and dashed toward the door of her office, opening it and sliding into her chair just as the clock’s hand ticked right onto the twelve and nine.

  Marks opened the door between their sides of the office and she said, “I have those files for you, Sir, “in a calm and neutral voice.

  She proffered them and he took them, nodded and said, “Thank you, Miss Wilson, what’s on my calendar for this afternoon?

  She began to recite through his day but her mind was busy with other things. She was pleased to note she no longer had any need to fantasize about him, and she was glad because it meant now she could get her work done far more easily. He thanked her and walked back into his office and Cassie leaned back and smiled, wondering what might have happened if that elevator had frozen with her and Linda inside.

  Story 16

  “Damn it.” I cursed under my breath, frantically digging through my duffle bag. The contents of my purse were already strewn across the welcome mat. I took a deep breath, tried to remain calm. I was sure I’d grabbed the keys to my parents house when I’d left my dorm this morning, but they were no where to be found. I’d driven four and a half hours home from my first semester of college to surprise my parents for Columbus Day weekend. I’d turned eighteen a few weeks before and I figured that I’d get some quality time with my parents and, as an added bonus, a nice dinner out to celebrate my official adulthood.

  Now, I was banging on the front door, tears welling in my eyes. I pulled my long, blonde hair up into a ponytail and gazed into the foyer. My mom is always home on Saturday afternoons, but the garage was closed and locked and I didn’t see her keys or handbag on the table in the entryway, where she always keeps them. I tried to turn on my phone to call her or my dad, but it had died hours before (I probably left my car charger back in my dorm room with my keys.) I tried a few of the windows to see if they’re open, maybe I let myself in by climbing through one. They were all locked and I couldn’t think of another way in. I sat on the stoop, defeated.

  I could have driven back but 500 miles is an awful lot with no cell phone. Plus, my parents could be have been home any minute and I did want to see them. I heard some noise coming from the neighbor’s back yard— the house next door had been for sale all summer after the Johnsons, our best family friends, had moved to Florida for Mr. Johnson’s job. I noticed that the sign in the front listing the home as available had been taken down, so I shoved my wallet and lip glosses back into my handbag, hoisted up my weekend duffle bag over my shoulder and walked down the driveway to my new neighbor’s backyard.

  As I approached I could smell barbecue and I felt my stomach grumble— I had forgotten to stop for lunch on my way in to town, hopefully my new neighbor would be able to help me call my parents and find out when they’d be home. Then I could grab some lunch. I pulled open the side gate and saw three men in the back yard. A tall, broad shouldered man with dark hair stood over the grill while two other men— one with blond hair and brown eyes, a Robert Redford type, and the other a thin, black haired man who wore square framed glasses and had a nice smile; sparkling white teeth— sat at a picnic table, drinking beer and snacking on chips and salsa. I found myself staring at the grill master. He noticed me first.

  “Hello… Can we help you?” I found myself a little out of breath, suddenly nervous in his presence. He walked closer until he stood only about ten feet from me.

  “Oh, I… I’m sorry to have broken in, or well, let myself in the gate.” The man didn’t look amused or annoyed— his expression was blank. I stepped further into the backyard, closer to him. “I’m Jen, I live— well I live at school— but my parents live next door and I came home to surprise them and they seem to be gone for the morning, and I didn’t know what to do so… Can I charge my phone?” All three men looked me up and down. The tallest one, who had been by the grill, smiled— I noticed he had bright blue eyes offset by some wrinkles, he seemed to be in his early thirties, he was very good looking and had an aura of confidence about him that made him seem established.

  “Your parents are our of town for the weekend, they’re meeting their old neighbors at a bed and breakfast a few hours away for the long weekend— did they forget to tell you?”

  “Oh. I guess they didn’t think there was any reason to.” I turned to go, nervous about the long drive back— I’d only gotten my license a few months ago and nine total hours of driving was a lot for one day.

  “Wait, charge your phone here and give them a call to let them know where you are. Stay, have some lunch with us. I’m Ben, I moved in about six weeks ago, your parents have been a huge help and it’s the least I can do.” I smiled up at him and felt my nipples perk up and harden a little. I blushed.

  “Thank you.” He was very good looking, his demeanor was friendly but something about his tone was a little disarming and intimidating, he seemed very nice, but Ben had a gravity that was different than anyone else I’d met before. He seemed experienced but comfortable. I felt at ease after the morning’s stress, I trusted him.

  “Please, sit down. Do you want a beer?”

  “Oh. no thank you— I don’t drink. Do you have lemonade?”

  “Of course, just a minute.” Ben went into the house , taking my phone and charger in with him. I sat with his friends.

  “I’m Max,” the blond looked over at me, he was more handsome than Ben, but he lacked his gravitas. Max just seemed at ease, his confidence was the sort that people are born with, Ben’s seemed earned.

  “John” The bespectacled man smiled warmly and I smiled back— he had a contagious happy energy.

  “Jen. Thank you guys for letting me join you for lunch. It was just my birthday and I was so excited to see my parents and I just…”

  “Which birthday?” Ben had appeared behind me, he set a big clear cup of iced lemonade in front of me as he spoke.

  “I just turned eighteen.” I noticed Max and John make eye contact with each other and smile a little, I perked up. I felt very adult.

  “Well, happy birthday” Ben responded “to adulthood!” he tipped his beer toward me and I lifted my lemonade to
meet his can. I took a sip, it was delicious. Cold and sour but not too bitter.

  “Thank you for everything.”

  “Don’t mention it again— we’re all happy to have some female company and youth around. Besides, as I said your parents have been so helpful since I’ve moved into the neighborhood.” Ben brought over plates of barbecued chicken and sausage, rolls, grilled corn, and caesar salad. I served myself a big plate and we all ate.

  “What do you study?” Max asked

  “I haven’t declared a major yet, but I think I’d like to do psychology or sociology.”

  “Are you in a sorority?” John smiled.

  “Not yet, but rush is in the spring, so I hope I’ll be able to join one!”

  We talked and laughed— I found out they are all best friends from college. Ben had started a logistics company and when it started to grow he moved it to my town where he thought there was a stronger working economy. He hired Max and John recently (they’d all always wanted to work together) and they’d moved here last week. They were staying with Ben (the Johnsons’ old house, Ben’s new one had four bedrooms) for a few weeks until they figured out where they wanted to live. They were all warm and friendly— I felt safe with them, they’d known each other for more than ten years, so they felt like a family. As the conversation continued, I noticed how attractive all of the men were. Guys in college were cocky but unaccomplished, lazy, rude, they weren’t helpful or nice, plus they were all skinny, and didn’t have any chest hair, their faces were still filled with baby fat. I’d never been very interested in guys my age, though I did get my share of attention from them. Surrounded by these men, fourteen years older than me, I felt more and more attracted to them as they spoke. I kept making eye contact with Ben, staring at his lips, which were starting to look very kissable, noticing his broad shoulders, the way he ruffled his hand through his hair whenever he laughed, his tan and toned forearms. The men had fallen into a discussion of business and I started to imagine what it would be like to kiss Ben. I pictured him pushing my hair back from my face, his hand settling under my chin and pulling my mouth to his.