101 EROTICA STORIES

by Green, Vallen

  He shrugged her legs away from his body and pushed them up, her knees meeting her chest as he shifted positions. He settled back into a frantic pace, the new angle of him coming down into her making her cry out even louder.

  “Keep playing with your pussy,” he commanded. “Don’t stop until you cum.”

  Cassandra did as she was told, her fingers rubbing the nub raw as he pounded into her. It took only a few seconds until a scream tore through her, her orgasm sending shocks of electricity all the way to the tips of her toes. Her walls became impossibly tight around him, pulling him into his own climax, jets of creamy liquid spurting into her as he collapsed on top of her.

  “When he said to take care of things,” he said after a few minutes of silence. “I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean this.”

  “Who cares what he thinks?” she asked, snorting. “What’s important is that I like how you take care of things. Now what was it you were saying earlier about me not walking straight?”

  The Welcoming Committee

  “Can you get Jordan for me, please?”

  Michael Owens sat back in his chair as his new boss talked to his secretary on the phone. He was a project coordinator for a national advertising company that had several satellite offices all over the country and had newly transferred to the Chicago office. It was a huge opportunity for him, considering how it was amongst the top five branches with some of the most notable clients. Anyone would have balked at the change, especially considering how he had grown up in a small town just outside of Milwaukee, Wisconsin and was now living in a big city where he knew practically no one – but not him. He was ready for a challenge, whether it be from work or from living so far away from home.

  He was pulled out of his thoughts when a female voice sounded off from the doorway. “You wanted to see me?”

  “Ah yes,” his new boss, Allan Caine, said. He stood up from his desk to greet the newcomer. “Michael, I want you to meet Jordan McCormack. She’s another project coordinator but she’ll be working with a different team than yours. Jordan, this is Michael Owens. He’s our transferee from Milwaukee.”

  The slender redhead walked over to him and extended her hand in greeting. “Welcome to Chicago,” she said brightly.

  Michael stood up from his seat before taking her hand to shake. “Thanks,” he replied. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  “So what is it that you need me for?” Jordan asked, turning back to her boss with an inquisitive glance.

  “I was wondering if you could show him around the office,” Allan began to say. “Introduce him to some of the people he’ll be working with, show him where everything is and whatnot. Maybe even show him around town since he doesn’t know his way around yet. If it’s alright with you, that is.”

  “Does that mean I’ll be free of any work today?” she said with a hopeful smile.

  “Yes, yes,” their boss waved off dismissively. “You’re ahead of schedule anyway, that’s why it’s was you that I called for.”

  “I still don’t know why you keep him around,” she muttered, referring to another coordinator that she wasn’t quite fond of. “He’s more a burden than he is help.”

  “That’s why we asked for Michael’s transfer in the first place,” Allan said, bringing his new employee back into the conversation. “Feel free to ask her any questions. She knows what she can divulge and what she can’t, though I doubt that she’ll hold back either way.”

  Not knowing what else to say, Michael nodded.

  “You’re scaring him Allan,” Jordan teased. “Now he’s gonna be afraid of me.”

  “Whatever. You can go.”

  ***

  Jordan flicked her wrist to check the time on her watch, noting how it was almost lunch time. “Well,” she started. “You’ve met pretty much who you need to meet and I’m pretty sure the setup of this office isn’t that hard to figure out. So how about getting out of here and grabbing lunch? I can tell you all the good places for whatever it is that you have a taste for.”

  “That’ll be awesome,” Michael said gratefully. “Though really, point me to a great pizza place and I’ll be your slave for life.”

  “A man after my own heart,” she said in a breathy sigh, clutching a hand over her heart dramatically. “We’ll go for the best Chicago has to offer then, or at least it’s the best in my opinion.”

  “Hey, you’re the local,” he pointed out. “I’ll take your word for it.”

  After quickly popping her head in Allan’s office to tell him that they were headed out for lunch, Jordan led Michael down to the parking garage so they can head out. During the ride down the elevator, she had asked him about what he thought of the office so far, smiling when he seemed to have gotten a good impression.

  “Considering how it’s one of the bigger branches, I thought things would be more uptight or something,” he confessed. “But it’s not really that different from where I was. Allan seems to be pretty cool.”

  “Yeah, he’s awesome,” she added. “I think he only really gets wound up if too many shitty things happen and no one’s giving him the results he wants. So as long as you know what you’re doing, he’ll keep being easy on you.”

  During the car ride, they had taken the time to get to know one another – asking about family, friends, where they had gone to school and some other basic things. In between topics, she had pointed out a couple of landmarks that they were passing, places to eat or shop or just generally hang out at.

  “Where do you live anyway?” she asked. “Maybe we can go around for a drive around your area so you’d know where to go from your place to wherever. I can teach you the routes either by walking or whatever other form of transportation you wanna use.”

  “I live over at Lincoln Park,” he replied, rattling off the address from his memory.

  “Are you serious?” she said with a short laugh. “That’s my apartment building! That’s perfect!”

  “Does that mean I can mooch rides off of you?” he joked.

  “Hey man, just pay for gas every so often and you’ve got a deal,” she replied, flashing him a grin.

  “Cool deal.”

  ***

  Over lunch, they had made more plans to go around the city once he was more situated, with Jordan insisting that they were going out to a baseball game the first chance they get. Michael happily obliged to anything she had suggested. Even after knowing for just a few hours, he could tell that she was a fun person to hang out with. She made him feel quite comfortable, and when you’re in a new place not knowing anyone, he’d take whatever comforts he could get.

  Once they got back to the office, she was hauled off by one of the employees he was introduced to earlier, though the name had escaped him, leaving him to his own devices. Even though it was only his first day, he figured it wouldn’t hurt to look over the projects that were lined up for him, hoping to get ideas started so he could make a good impression. He may have been specifically requested for the transfer, speaking of how well regarded he was by his new boss, but he still wanted to back up his previous accomplishments by continuing with his efforts. Michael had always been a hard worker and he wasn’t going to stop being one just because he was told to take it easy so he could take the time to get acquainted. He was essentially doing the same job after all, just in a different place.

  “Hey,” Jordan greeted as she leaned against the entryway to his cubicle. “You ready to go?”

  He looked up at her confused, not realizing that hours had gone by. “Uh, yeah sure,” he stammered as he gathered the papers he had been jotting down notes on.

  A bemused smile crossed her lips. “Don’t worry about working so hard,” she said. “Trust me, you’re well ahead of the other guy. And maybe at an even playing field with me,” she teased, lightening the mood.

  Michael shook his head as he allowed himself a breath to relax. He had been told of another project coordinator that wasn’t exactly pulling his weight, with most of his jobs falling into
Jordan’s lap after clients or Allan himself were dissatisfied with his work. After another employee had filed for a study leave, his transfer was requested to help lessen the burden.

  “Why doesn’t Allan just fire him?” he asked. It was a completely reasonable move. He doubted anyone would question it if it were to happen.

  “Nepotism,” she replied simply. “He’s the son of one of the board members, I think. Totally unfair, right?”

  “Let me guess,” he started. “He gets paid the same even though you do more work.”

  “Yep,” she said with a slow nod.

  “Well that sucks,” he mused.

  “Anyway,” Jordan said, putting on a cheery smile. “What do you feel like having for dinner?”

  “Best Chinese food in your opinion?” he wondered.

  “You truly are after my heart, aren’t you?” she teased. “You and I are gonna get along just fine.”

  ***

  What Jordan had said on the day they met seemed to ring true as the days passed. The more time they spent together and the more they found out about each other, the closer they became. Friendship came naturally to them, proving to be advantageous with how their relationship at work got on. Michael had been on the receiving end of a lot of helpful advice from her while she was treated to fresh opinions and criticisms for her ideas from him. Even Allan couldn’t help but comment on how impressed he was with their dynamic, commending them both on their work.

  He hadn’t really expected to get along so well with her but he was very grateful about it. He may have been out of his element in a new town but having her around made the adjustment easier. She was very considerate towards him, always asking what he felt like eating and offering him rides or letting him borrow her car. And even though he found himself missing his family and friends a lot, her easygoing and cheerful attitude made it easier to be away from home. And of course, it didn’t hurt that he had a beautiful girl hanging around him.

  Jordan was quite the looker with her slender build and pretty face. He knew she worked for her body, going on short jogs every morning before work or during the early evening, and for longer runs during weekends. She explained that it allowed her to still indulge in her less healthy cravings. He told her he didn’t care, that he liked a girl with a healthy appetite. She teased him then, saying how that sounded like such a line.

  Michael smiled to himself at the thought. At some point during the past few weeks, they had become comfortable enough with each other that playful flirting had ensued. Whether it was just her easygoing attitude or if she was actually interested, it was a mystery to him. He didn’t want to be too forward in pushing the possibilities just yet, seeing how their friendship was still quite new but there was no use in denying that he was attracted to her and definitely interested in seeing if they could be more than friends.

  He was pulled out of his reverie when a knock sounded on his front door. Given his current status, he knew that there could only be one person stopping by. “Hey Jordan,” he greeted as he opened the door.

  He was almost knocked back by the sight of her as she flashed a breathtaking smile that lit up her features. “Hey,” she replied. “Are you busy tonight?”

  “No,” he said. “You wanna come in?”

  “No, that’s okay,” she said. “I just wanted to know if you were busy coz I was planning on inviting you out. There’s this new bar that opened up and I’ve heard from a few people that it’s pretty cool. They serve meals so we can go there for dinner and head straight into partying after.”

  Michael tried to hide his amusement at how it seemed like she was rambling. Was she nervous? he thought. Maybe the attraction isn’t so one-sided after all. It sounded like an egotistic thought even to him, but with the way she was fidgeting on the balls of her feet as she waited for his reply made it ring as close to the truth as he could figure.

  “Sure,” he agreed. “Is 7 okay for you to leave? I’ll stop by your apartment.”

  “Yeah, that’s fine,” she said, the bright smile coming back on her lips.

  “I’ll see you later then,” he said, flashing a smile of his own.

  ***

  7 o’clock on the dot, Michael found himself knocking on her front door. He shifted nervously on his feet as he waited for her to answer. He felt like he should have brought something, flowers maybe. He felt like he was picking her up for a date but then shook his head. He couldn’t allow himself to think more of what it really was, not wanting to get his hopes up about how she really felt. Until Jordan said so herself, he was just going to keep his attraction to her a secret.

  When she finally opened the door a few moments later, his jaw dropped to the floor. Wrapped in an emerald dress that hugged her every curve, the very vision she made had his mouth watering. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

  She giggled at the reaction she got. “Thanks,” she said, grinning widely. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

  “I tried,” he mused with a deep sigh. “But next to you, I’m pretty sure I look like dirt.”

  Jordan took in how he looked. Dressed in a blue-grey long-sleeved button down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up his elbows, over dark wash jeans, he was quite attractive. “You look great. Trust me.”

  “Thanks. Are you ready to go?”

  “Yeah, just let me grab my purse.”

  “Do you want me to drive?” he asked as they walked down the steps of their apartment building.

  “If you don’t mind,” she replied. “I don’t really plan on drinking. Maybe a drink during dinner but nothing else afterward. I just don’t want to drive in heels.”

  “If you wanna drink, that’s fine by me,” he said with a smile. “You deserve to be able to relax after the week you’ve had.”

  And it was true. Part of the reason she had wanted to check out the new bar was to get her mind off of the busy work week that she had just been through. But the other part of her was thinking more along the lines of spending even more time with Michael.

  A lot of people had pulled her aside and asked if anything was going on with them. A pretty girl with an attractive guy getting close apparently screamed “banging” to some of her friends and colleagues. Jordan had never really thought much of it, thinking that she had just found someone she had a lot in common with so it was easy for them to get along. But as they got to know each other better, and perhaps because of how many people kept asking her about it, she was starting to look at Michael in a different light.

  At first she had shrugged it off, thinking that people were just getting into her head. But when she caught herself staring at him one day, thinking how soft his hair looked and wondering what it felt like to run her fingers through them, she knew it had gone beyond just being in her head. Over time, she began to notice more things she found cute and endearing about him. From how his smile always seemed to be higher on the left, making it look like he was always smirking, to the way he wove his hands through his hair when he was deep in thought, to how his favorite shirt brought out the green flecks in his blue eyes – she could no longer deny that she was actually quite smitten.

  Asking him out under the guise of two friends just looking to check out a new bar and having fun together may not have been the bravest thing she had ever done but considering how new the friendship was, she thought it was safe. If anything out of the ordinary happened and it wasn’t exactly favorable to how she was beginning to feel about him, maybe she could just blame it on having too many drinks or the atmosphere they were in.

  It was only a short drive from their apartment to the bar. Jordan felt the need to commend him on navigating the streets of Chicago as well as he had after only being a resident for a couple of weeks, to which he playfully responded to with a dramatic bow.

  Michael put a hand on the small of her back as they walked further into the bar, feeling quite territorial when he saw several eyes turn to her when they walked in. She bit down on her lip to keep from sque
aling like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush, glad for the dim lighting, knowing that she had probably started blushing at his touch.

  Despite the awkward yet unspoken attraction they felt toward each other, dinner went off without a hitch. Conversation flowed easily between them, both barely having to make an effort to keep it going. They talked pretty much about anything other than work, with him insisting that the night was for them to relax and have fun.

  And have fun, she did. Michael had convinced her that it was alright for her to drink if she wanted to, reassuring her that he wouldn’t let her get too crazy. In truth, he noticed how she seemed to be a little more uptight than he had been used to, maybe even nervous. Though he wasn’t sure of the reasons. He thought getting a few drinks in her would let her loosen up.

  After downing a few drinks, she was back to the fun-loving girl he had gotten to know, pulling him out to the dance floor despite his protests. But after a few dances, he wished he had given more of a fight, hoping that she was inebriated enough to not notice anything. He’d be the first to admit that she was an excellent dancer. She knew how to use those hips and he was having trouble controlling himself because of it.