by Ami Snow
Trey nodded, shedding off his denim vest and draping it over the sofa. My eyes rounded as I consciously refrained from poring over the bulging, toned pecs outlined by his form-fitting shirt. I sniffed, the delectable aroma of chicken soup wafting into my nostrils.
“Got this down at Molly's Diner – they've got some amazing chicken broth, it's an old recipe. Real therapeutic stuff.”
“That's sweet,” I said softly, hefting my legs over the bed as I wobbled to my feet, Trey springing forward to help me, “Thanks.”
“You sure you're okay to walk –”
“I've been sitting on my ass all day – no worries, I'm not about to do an Olympic relay or anything, I'm just trying to join you on the couch,” I reassured him playfully, seating myself down on the soft cushion.
“Hey, listen,” said Trey suddenly, his tone serious, “I wanted to thank you for all you've done for Freddy. The kid's got real potential but he can be a real bonehead sometimes – he just needs to be shown the right path, you know?”
“It's my pleasure,” I responded, tucking a tuft of loose hair behind my ear, “Freddy's a great kid. He speaks real highly of you too, you know.”
“Right, thanks again for letting him skip out to come for a ride with me the other day – I don't usually condone it either, but I haven't had a lot of time of work, lately.”
“You're real close, huh?” I asked, tilting my head to the side as I inched ever so slightly towards him.
Trey nodded, “Definitely – I've been his guardian since our parents died, I was only 18. Had to man up real fast – Freddy's honestly the only reason I've got my shit together now.”
“That's amazing –”
“No, I did what had to be done,” he asserted firmly, my ears ringing as his finger grazed against mine fleetingly. He cleared his throat, scratching the nape of his neck, “So anyway, your er – boyfriend stopped by to see you yet?”
“Will?” I laughed darkly, shaking my head furiously as I thrust my chin towards the flowers, “I swear he's sent me more flowers in his place than I've actually seen him in our two years together.”
“That's a shame.”
My fingers scratched against the fabric of the couch, swallowing as I edged closer towards him, cocking my head to the side.
“What do you mean?”
Trey looked me right in the eyes as he leaned forward slightly, lips stretched in a seductive smile, “I'm just saying here – don't think I could ever leave a girl like you alone for too long.”
The space between my legs pulsed, my juices coating the crotch of my panties. Drowning out all the whiny voices of creeping morality swirling in my head, I leaned forward, mashing my lips hungrily against Trey's, his rough stubble scraping against my cheeks. My roving fingers reached into his pants, my hands cupping the swelling bulge rising through his boxers. My stomach jolted as he grabbed hold of my arm delicately, stopping me.
“Hey, hold on.”
“I'm sorry,” I blurted, averting my eyes as I swiftly retracted my hand, “I don't know what I was –”
“Why don't you sit back and relax, Katrina?”
I gulped, my lowered eyes snapping towards him. My lips parted in shock as he pushed me down to my back gently, his cold fingertips gingerly prying my legs apart. The hem of my hospital gown fell over to my waist, the fleshy curves of my stomach peeking out at him. His eyes narrowed, licking his lips sexily as the warm presence of his head tickled the space between my legs. My kneecaps trembled as his fingers snaked around the garter of my panties, yanking it down to my ankles. He sucked in his teeth as unbridled lust glowed in his eyes, pressing the tip of his finger against my pulsating clitoris.
My back arched forward, basking in his touch, a spot Will has never once even bothered to visit. I raked Trey's hair out of his eyes as his flickering tongue devoured the desperately needy slit between my legs, the sharp tip of his nose rubbing against my aching pearl. Cupping my fingers around the tender mounds of my plump breasts, I squeezed hard, the pleasurable pain entwining with the euphoric gush of juices oozing out of my crevice. My hyperventilating moans faded into shuddering gasps, my body twitching from the beautiful remnants of my glorious orgasm.
My eyes fluttered open as Trey stared back at me, the impish smile on his lips extending as he dabbed the sheen of my secretions off his nose. I licked my cracked lips, a pang of regret budding in the pit of my stomach...
Chapter Six –
“Katrina?” Marietta chirped as she sauntered into my bedroom, “Mr. Will is here to see you.”
“Great, it's only been – I don't know – two weeks,” I grumbled, shaking my head, “Thanks. Send him in, please, Marietta.”
Marietta scowled as Will burst through the door, armed with tempting boxes of costly chocolates and caramels, a cheesy grin plastered on his newly-sunkissed, clean-shaven face, vibrant, ethnic beads draped around his neck. He removed a pink-beaded necklace over his neck, offering me his gifts. I accepted them coldly, setting them aside on my bed.
“Hey babe, you're looking much better –”
“So do you. Nice tan,” I shot at him sarcastically, folding my arms.
“Ronnie and I ended up going to Tijuana for a couple of days – what, are you mad 'cause you weren't invited? No offense but you're not exactly in the best shape to be partying with us now – besides, I thought you didn't like parties, anyway –”
I groaned in frustration, wincing as I clapped my hands to emphasize my following point, “You're still not getting it, are you? For a man with two Ivy League degrees, you sure are slow.”
Will crinkled his forehead, frowning as he glanced cluelessly at the gifts laid out across my mattress, pouting, “But I got you some gifts –”
“Never mind the fucking chocolates,” I snapped, raising my voice, “I was nearly ran over by a drunk driver, by the way, thanks for asking.”
“For real? No way, babe – it's not serious or anything, is it?”
My features scrunched up further at his overwhelming stupidity, “No – forget it, Will. I'm sorry, thanks for the flowers and everything but I don't think you're ever gonna get it. Let me just be as blunt as possible so we can get this over with – we're over.”
Will's jaw dropped, his thick brows knitting in anger, “The fuck? What for? You're breaking up with me? You must be out your fucking mind. Whatever – I don't need this.”
I shot up out of my chair, my voice steady and emotionless as I persisted, “There's the door, Will. Goodbye. I'll have your things Fedex-ed over to you next week.”
“You heard the woman, Will – take a fucking hike.”
Jeanie stumbled through the door, evidently eavesdropping, smiling triumphantly as she gestured towards the open doorway. Will shook his head, swearing under his breath as he stomped towards the door, shouldering Jeanie on his way out. Jeanie flicked her ruby-painted middle finger at him, giggling as he disappeared down the hallway.
“Sorry, couldn't help overhearing.”
“I'm sure,” I laughed, rolling my eyes, “What's up, Jeanie?”
“Good riddance. Will's never been right for you, anyway, never knew what you saw in the douche. Anyway, so that asshole who nearly ran you over stopped by, mom sent the lawyer to take care of it.”
“Awesome,” I sighed, plopping down on my bed as I cocked my head towards the boxes of chocolate, “Dig in.”
“Thought you'd never ask,” grinned Jeanie, prying open a box of chocolates and helping herself to a handful.
“You must have some guardian angel,” continued Jeanie through munching gooey caramel, “We're all just glad you're okay...”
Jeanie's words drowned in the whirlpool of my thoughts, the only prominent image in my muddled mind being Trey's ruggedly handsome, stubbled face.
I stood up from my bed, hastily limping forward to my closet as I threw on a casual sundress, slinging my purse over my arm. Jeanie raised her eyebrows as I scuffed towards my vanity mirror, applying a coat of pink over my lips
.
“Going somewhere? Now you wanna go out –”
I grinned as I pushed past my sister, pecking her on the cheek.
“Sorry, there's somewhere I gotta be. I'll see you later.”
Chapter Seven –
I took a deep breath, mincing towards the half-open garage door, squinting towards the hanging, hand-painted sign – “RICK'S AUTO REPAIR.” This seemed to be the right place. A bag of hot, meatball subs swinging in my arms, I slid under the open crack of the automatic metal door, the sweltering heat of the repair shop's quarters seeping into my exposed flesh. My eyebrows furrowed as I traced the source of the distant, disembodied voices of masculine laughter, seemingly pouring in from the back. I removed my cardigan and draped it over my arm, brushing off the stream of perspiration dribbling into the ample cleavage of my sweetheart neckline, and followed the sound of the voices.
I cleared my throat, knocking against the open door of what seemed to be the break room, greeted by the faces of middle-aged men in matching, grease-stained jumpsuits. My eyes landed on Trey, who was lurking in the corner, his foot propped up against the table. He was the youngest of the bunch, and easily the most effortlessly dreamy on the eyes, managing to look even more temptingly scrumptious in his black jumpsuit, a speck of grease smudged against his cheek. Trey straightened up in his chair immediately, swinging his legs off the table as he bounded off his chair in surprise, shushing the man's admittedly heartwarming catcalls.
“Hey, Katrina,” said Trey, the tips of his ears reddening, “What're you doing here?”
“Thought you and your friends might be hungry after your shift – hope you guys like meatball subs.”
“You're an angel!”
The men behind him stepped forward immediately, warmly accepting the sandwiches I offered them with jovial grins. They saluted Trey, flashing him meaningful winks and nudges as they filed out of the break room.
“Thanks again, sweetheart. See you tomorrow, Trey – don't have too much fun now, ya hear?”
Trey shooed them out of the room and closed the door behind him, a slow grin spreading out on his lips.
“You're spoiling us. Real nice of you though – how'd you know meatball subs were my favorite?”
I shrugged, my eyes glittering with subtle intent, “I have my sources.”
“So what can I do for you –”
Trey's eyes widened, relaxing against the wooden door as my arms slithered around his strong waist.
“Uh-uh,” I shook my head, dropping my voice to my sultriest tone as my fingers gently scratched against his chest, “After the way your tongue worked me over the last time – I think it's my turn to do a little something for you...”
Trey's head knocked against the door, his back straightening against the wooden surface as I dropped to my knees, my fingers swiftly blazing through the buttons of his jumpsuit, the black ink of his intricate sleeve tattoos stretched out over his hefty, toned biceps, gleaming underneath the bright beam of the bulb. I yanked down his boxers, my eyes narrowing at his thick, veined rod, the tip glistening with aroused anticipation. I wrapped my perfectly-painted lips over his cock and swooped down on his shaft, my thighs quivering in titillation at Trey's rumbling groans as I pleasured his muscle. His Adam's apple bobbing, he fitted his palm under my chin and guided himself out of my mouth, running a tongue over his lips as he gazed down at me, tantric fire burning in his eyes.
Without saying a word, he reached behind me and unzipped my sundress, sliding the garment down to my waist. He shook his head, eyeing the milky, heaving mounds of my soft breasts, imprisoned in a strapless bra. I squeaked, giggling as he grinned, whipping his fingers across my back, a rush of wind blowing against my flesh. My eyes widened in amazement as my bra magically unclasped, toppling down to the floor, my heavy breasts spilling out into view. The grin on his face faded, a look of desperate desire unfurling on his rugged features. He snaked his fingers around my wrist and led me towards the couch, laying out a clean towel over the dubious splotches.
I wiggled out of my dress and underwear, discarding them carelessly onto the floor as I climbed onto the couch, positioning myself on all fours. I peered behind my shoulder, narrowing my eyes teasingly as I swayed my hips from side to side, his burning gaze fixated on the vibrating ripples of my corpulent cheeks. My teeth staining as they sunk into my lips, I smacked myself across the left cheek, a tendering, coral tinge flourishing across my left, jiggling cheek.
“Come and get me, big boy.”
Trey's breaths were curt and jagged, his sweat bleeding through the cotton of his tank top as he mounted me, the tip of his cock ravenously grazing against my readied, lubricated slit. My shoulders slackened, my eyes squeezing shut as his length infiltrated the throbbing tightness of my crevice, our shivering moans of ecstasy intertwining. My pendulous breasts swung back and forth as his cock drilled in and out of my folds, frantically fingering the pearl of my clitoris. A shriek pealed out of my lips, my secreting juices slathering all over his pumping length.
“Fuck, I felt that. That's so fucking hot...”
Trey groaned, thrusting in and out of me violently before jerking out of me abruptly. I dropped to my knees, looking up at him with innocent eyes as I parted my lips, lipstick smeared all over my chin. His broad shoulders quavered as his shaft entered my mouth, his engorging cock expelling his warm, milky discharge down my throat. He pulled out of me, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he scrambled for his jumpsuit.
I giggled at Trey's sudden shame, accepting his hand as he helped me to my feet. My silent smile broadened across my face as he reached over to the ground, gathering my discarded garments. I lifted my legs over the opening of my sundress, my fingers gripped tightly around his shoulders for balance. As I raised my dress over my stomach, I froze, Trey reaching over from behind me to help me with my bra, the warmth of his breath soothingly beautiful against my collarbone.
Trey's fingers found mine, pulling me close behind him as he flipped off the light switch of the break room. He retrieved his helmet from the cluttered desk, smiling.
“Come on, I'll take you home.”
A glimmering flurry of exhilaration expanded beneath my chest as I slipped his extra helmet over my head and mounted the Ducati. I made myself comfortable on the stuffed seat of his motorbike, the vehicle quaking underneath me as it rumbled to life. Trey put on his helmet, winking at me through the open visor.
“Hold on tight. It's gonna be a wild ride.”
I grinned, latching my arms around his waist, yelling over the raucous engine.
“I can't wait,” I replied, my cheeks glowing as I slid my visor close, pressing my face against the denim of his back, my heart dancing in my chest.
THE END
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Secretary’s First Time
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By: Amanda Bolton
First Time Secretary
Chapter 1
“Ms. Emmet, please come to my office,” Mr. Conner said over the intercom. His tone was rough and irritated which was his normal tone when speaking to me. It was the first time since I was hired that he asked me into his office, and I worried my bottom lip. I didn’t think I’d done anything wrong, but since he was less than happy I had taken his old secretary’s position, I couldn’t be sure.
Apparently my new boss didn’t like change and wasn’t thrilled that I’d taken Helen’s place. She was like a mother to him, and I was only me. He didn’t take me seriously and was constantly making me go over my work. I did it, but I was getting sick of walking on egg shells. I felt I had proven myself.
I stood and took a deep breath bracing myself to be fired. I knew he wanted to get rid of me but couldn’t afford to have no one taking care of all the stuff Helen did for him. I couldn’t believe her daily ‘to do’ list. She really was a saint, and it was a tall order to fill, but every day I did it. Seemed Mr. Conner wasn’t organized and would lose his head if it weren’t for having a very
meticulous secretary. I think part of me surged forward with each task because I wanted to spite him and make him apologize. Yeah, that wasn’t happening.
I trudged to his office and knocked on the door.
After a few seconds he told me to enter. His voice was muffled by the door, and I took one last deep breath before I pushed the door open and went inside. His office space was huge. It was bigger than my apartment. He spent a lot of time in the office. Helen had told me often that he sometimes didn’t even go home. That didn’t surprise me. My first impression of him was not a good one since he didn’t even know she had hired me, but I could tell right away he was devoted to his family business, and he strived to better it with every step he took.
“Shut the door please,” he said from his seat. He was typing on his computer and didn’t even bother looking up.
“And sit down.”
Biting my lip to keep from saying something rude, I shut the door and walked to the chair across form his desk. Sitting down I adjusted my skirt and crossed my legs. He kept typing and I waited patiently wondering what he wanted. I noticed him watch me shift in my seat. He licked his lips and pulled his glasses off of his face. He wiped his eyes before he looked at me. I could tell he was tired, and he looked stressed.
“You’ve been here for a few weeks now.”
“Yes,” I replied shifting again getting more nervous. It was like he wanted to make me squirm
“Do you think you can handle all that’s expected of you—plus more?”
I sat up straighter. “I think I’m managing well.”
He nodded and I couldn’t help but smile. That was as good as a compliment coming from him.
“Do you think you could handle it outside of the office? Keep me organized, and stay on top of everything I have to do in a day?”
“I do.” I sure hoped so or I’d be toast.
