by Ava Danielle
Arriving at work, I’m waiting for Theresa to show up. She went home in the middle of the night, not only to change but also to keep from looking like we came in at the same time. She doesn’t want anyone else at work realizinganything. I guess I should respect that.
I sit down at my desk, my phone ringing. I answer,
Hey, it’s Brandon. You got a minute?
Sure, what’s up?
I’d like to propose to Addison, but I wanted your blessing. I wanted to make sure it’s ok with you and not only that; I wanted you to be there.
I take a minute to think. I can’t believe this is really over. It’s the first time that I’ve finally let it all go, and that’s thanks to Theresa. I have no hard feelings and I’m actually pretty happy for them. They are meant to be. He’s what she needs and she is what he deserves. They have a true love. I do wish them the best.
You have my blessing, Brandon.
I say it with no regrets, no hesitation.
Man, that means so much to me. She has no clue, I wanted to do it at our cabin in the woods, and it would be fucking awesome if all our closest friends and family could be there witnessing it from the woods and take pictures for us. Kristina mentioned once that Addison would love for all her favorite people to be around.
Sounds pretty romantic to me. She’ll love it. Tell me when and where and I’ll be there. Is it ok if I bring someone?
Of course, you dating anyone?
Sort of, kind of, a little, not sure yet, it’s all still fresh.
Awesome. Alright, I need to get back to work, I’ll text you the time and place. Ok?
Perfect, take it easy Brandon.
After hanging up, Theresa finally shows up. She strides in with a big smile that takes me by surprise,
“Good morning Mr. Walker, can I get you any coffee?” I just stare at her.
“That’s not the only thing you can get me,” and I watch for her reaction.
“Michael!” and she turns around and leaves.
I’m fucking rolling. I can’t decide whether she’s upset or laughing to herself. I’m just going to pretend it’s the latter.
A few minutes later she returns with my coffee. She’s smiling, that’s a good sign.
“Well?” she asks and I look confused.
“Well?”
“Well aren’t you going to ask me to close the door?”
Ah, I get it. Ok. We can play that.
“Theresa, could you close the door, please?”
“Of course, Sir.”
Once she’s closed the door, she comes around the desk, hops up, and crosses her legs.
“Aren’t you going to kiss me?”
I debate my answer for a moment. I lick my lips.
“I could ask you the same thing?”
She looks stunned; unable to speak. And before she gets upset or walks out, I lean in and slowly place a kiss on her lips.
“That’s all you’ve got, Mr. Walker?”
“Yep, that’s all I got. Think you can top that?”
She looks at me, smiling, rolls her eyes, pulls me by the tie, and kisses me. It’s not just a little peck like mine was, it’s hot, and makes me want to moan louder than she ever did last night.
“Did I top it?”
I laugh. “Boy did you ever!”
“What’s on the agenda for today, Mr. Walker,” she says as she pulls out her little notepad.
“Well, for one Miss Leighton, we need to unbutton your shirt. And then we’ll have to take off your bra, next there will be me sucking every inch of your tits, I will be biting little speckles of your body, and I will be licking every inch until I’m satisfied,” I say it as I do each step I had just described. What surprises me is the fact she’s not budging, she’s going along with every thought that I have. And what’s even more surprising? She writes it all down as I say it. This woman is unbelievable.
But unfortunately, a knock at the door has interrupted us both. I help her situate herself and sit back down in the chair across from me as I allow whoever is on the other side of the door to enter.
Kristina storms into my office, “Sorry to interrupt, but did Brandon call you?” she asks politely while I smirk at Theresa.
“Yeah, he called me this morning. He wanted my blessing for the engagement and for us to be there. He texted me the time and address a few minutes ago, Why?”
“Perfect. I have the camera here for you to use. My photographer I had hired will set it up with this printing system he’s going to going to be able to showcase the pictures at the engagement party right afterwards. “
“Oh, so he’s going to propose and the party will be right then?”
“Yeah, and Addison has no clue, so try to keep it hush hush until Friday.”
“Works for me. Kristina, I’d like you to meet my assistant Theresa, this is Addison’s best friend Kristina.”
They both shake hands and smile.
“Alright, well I have a few things to do and I’ll see you Friday. Nice meeting you Theresa,” and she’s back out the door.
“That brings me to my next task.”
“Oh? What’s that Mr. Walker?”
“Will you accompany me to an engagement party?”
“Addison is your ex-wife, right?”
“Sure is,” I answer.
“And you’re invited to her engagement?” she looks confused.
“Her boyfriend called me up this morning to ask for my blessing.”
“And you gave it to him?”
“I did. I’m at a place now where I understand he’s what she wants, he can give her what she’s looking for and she deserves that.”
“That’s nice of you.”
I walk over to her and lean against my desk.
“So? Will you go with me?”
“I don’t know, you just introduced me as your assistant. How’s that going to look?”
“It doesn’t matter how it looks. I want YOU Theresa to go with ME Michael. Not Mr. or Miss Anything. Please?”
I start to pout at her and try the puppy dog look. C’mon, what woman can resist that?
She debates. And debates. And debates.
“Ok. I’ll go.”
I jump away from the desk and kiss her, hard. Nearly squeezing her to death.
“Damn, ok, ok, you don’t have to kill me right before we go,” she laughs at me.
This is going to be so much fun.
Friday night, after Addison and Brandon’s Engagement party, Theresa took me back to her place. We hung out eating pizza, watching some stupid movie on TV, and talking. Honestly, I was too busy looking at her; I didn’t care about the movie. She was lying with her head on my legs and I was playing with her hair. She loves when I pull her hair and get rough with her.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this,” she whispers.
“Done what, baby?”
“Relax with someone other than my best friend.”
“Are you enjoying it?”
She sits up and looks up at me, “of course,” and places a soft kiss on my lips.
“Michael?”
“Uh huh?”
“What are we doing tomorrow?”
“What do you want to do?”
“Something fun.”
“Oh, I’m sure we can think of something fun.”
“Stop it, Michael. You know what I mean,”
I start to suck on her earlobe, rubbing my hands along her arms, and purring into ear.
“There’s no stopping you, is there?”
“Not when it comes to you, baby,”
She shakes her head and jumps off the couch.
“How about we do karaoke?”
I’m pretty sure my eyes just popped out of my head.
“What did you just say?” But she’s laughing at me.
“Karaoke? Ever done it?”
I’m dying now. “I’ve never done that honey, nor do I think I can.”
She’s walking into her kitchen. The same kitche
n I made her coffee not too long ago, after that drunken night. Great, now I’m envisioning her naked, the way she dropped her clothes right in front of me.
“Oh come on, we should.”
“You’re serious?”
“Dead serious,” she says as she hands me a beer.
I pop off the top of and take a good gulp watching her suck on the beer bottle. The way her lips wrap around the bottle makes me jealous.
“What are you staring at?” she asks me.
“Your lips,” I respond. I might as well be honest.
She knows what I mean because she teases the bottle even more now. Is she pretending it’s my cock? But instead of questioning her; I’m watching intently. Surveying her every move.
A few minutes later, she sets the bottle on the coffee table and crawls over to me. Not saying a word. She unbuttons my pants. I oblige. She pulls them down to my knees, pulling my cock out of my boxers, and pauses for a moment, watching for my reaction. Is she waiting for my approval? Regardless, I don’t budge. That seems to be enough for her.
She pulls my cock into both of her hands and starts to rub. She’s staring at me. I see fire and desire in her eyes. Her finger circles the top, barely touching the tip. She continues to stare at me. Squeezing harder, and that’s when I let out a loud breath. Her finger slides down to my balls caressing them. Touching every inch, turning me on. My cock gets harder and harder and she’s watching it twitch, licking her lips and starts to moan along with me. Pulling my cock closer to her mouth; it makes me want to explode on the spot. She’s teasing it, parting her lips.
This beautiful angel is on the floor, on her knees, about to put my cock into her mouth, between her lips, and about to suck me.
Her fingers grip me tight, slowly licking me. Her lips are around my cock. She’s sucking me and I have to remember to breathe. “Fuck baby, that feels so good,” giving her permission to go faster. Her lips wrap tight around my cock. Pulling me into her mouth, deep down her throat, over and over. With every pull, she’s taking me deeper and further.
“I want you to cum in my mouth” But all I want is to cum in her pussy.
“No, I want to fuck you,” I manage to get out between moans. She pulls me out. She looks at me and while I think she’s going to get up and ride me, she pulls my cock in deeper, and harder, down her throat, making me explode inside of her gorgeous mouth.
“Fuck!” I feel her smile around my cock. She’s licking up every last drop that is still on my cock. Swallowing everything I gave her.
After she’s cleaned me off, she licks her lips, and makes sure my cock is back in my boxers. Addison never did anything like this. And I realize, this is the first time I’ve compared her to Addison.
Theresa brings me back out of my thoughts, kissing my lips. That’s when I realize, I fucking like her. I want to make her mine. But I realize, she doesn’t do relationships, so I won’t say anything just yet. It may be too soon for her.
“You’re so quiet, did I hurt you?” she asks me worried.
I push her down on the couch and lie on top of her, “you could never hurt me.”
I gently press my lips against hers. And before I say anything stupid, we lay in silence. “You don’t realize how good you are, do you?” I finally manage to ask. She’s actually a bit bashful.
I pull her face back toward me, “Theresa Leighton, you drive me crazy, in a good way. I want you day and night and can’t get enough of you. You’re the one I’ve always longed for.“
As she lies beneath me, I slip my finger inside her panties, two fingers descending deep into her pussy. Making her squirm beneath me and moan. She’s attempting to kiss me, but I refuse. I want to watch every second of her face as she comes on my fingers. Thrusting my two fingers in and out, she moans even louder, she’s moaning my name. But I beg her to be louder. “Michael” she whispers as I continue to finger fuck her. “Louder!” I demand and thrust harder, “Michael” she says, still not loud enough for me, I add another finger and push in deeper and harder, my palm hitting her clit, until she finally comes and screams “MICHAEL!” That was hot as fuck, to control her only with my fingers, to watch her come.
Once I pull my fingers out of her and situate her panties, I lick my fingers with every intention of showing her how good they taste. Every finger, one long and good lick. “Finger lickin’ good,” I tell her. She laughs pushing herself out of my hold. “You’re crazy,” she says as she sits up. “About you,” I whisper. She heard me, but doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, she’s going on and on about karaoke. Shoot me now. Addison could never get me up and sing in front of a crowd. Pretty sure it won’t be any different with Theresa.
Oh, fuck me until next Tuesday; we’re really going out to the karaoke bar. She’s out of her mind for having that idea, and I’m out of my mind for going along with it.
I’m at home looking through my closet trying to find a plaid shirt. Theresa had the bright idea to go with the country look. It’s her favorite night, country music. I will do just about anything for her, too.
I had decided to go all out and asked Brandon for a small favorite. Sometimes you need to take advantage of good connections. I can’t wait to see her reaction.
Digging out my cowboy boots from the far corner of my closet, I sit on my bed and squeeze my feet in. I take a look at my blue sheets and remember the way she laid in my bed, the way she rolled around, the way she moaned my name when I made her come. Looking forward to the next time I get to make love to her.
Standing in front of my mirror in nothing but my black lace bra, and matching panties, I wonder just how much Michael is going to change. I usually don’t do all this romance. Not since douche bag had dumped me.
Curling my hair, applying very minimal makeup, and finishing my lips off with a light shade of pink lip gloss, I make my way to my closet to figure out what I’m going to wear.
A pair of ripped jeans, and a sexy red and blue plaid shirt, top it off with my brown cowboy boots and matching hat, should earn me some extra points on stage. Michael doesn’t realize it’s a competition with a prize involved. That look on his face is going to be priceless.
I’m trying to wrap my brain around the fact I care about him so much. I need to slow all this down, but I’m not sure how. As soon as I’m around him, he consumes me and takes my full attention. At work though, it’s taking a lot of self control.
Ready to leave, I look at the clock, and realize that Michael should be here shortly. As I sit down on my couch, I remember all the crazy things we’ve done in such a short time. How much fun we have and how well we connect. We always find something to talk about. We enjoy each other’s company, and he opens me up to new things, unintentionally. It just happens.
The doorbell catches my attention. Answering, I see Michael before me a in a pair of jeans and plaid shirt, sporting a sexy pair of cowboy boots. He’s fucking hot as hell. It’s a look I could get used to. And that thought is pissing me off. I’m not going to let my heart fall and get broken again.
“Girl, you lookin’ good,” Michael says in the most horrific country twang that I’ve ever heard. He cracks me up. Laughing at him hysterically, he looks at me and starts to look sad on purpose. “Why you makin’ fun of me pretty girl?” but that just made it so much worse.
I pull him from the doorway, “you’re crazy,” I say as I kiss him.
Michael smiles, takes my hand and whispers in my ear, “I have a surprise for you, will you be able to keep your eyes closed or do I need to blindfold you?” I look at him mischievously.
“Okay, we’re saving the blindfold for later.”
Shit, he really does know me.
Michael leads me out of the apartment, “Do you have everything? “ he asks me before locking the door from behind.
Once we’re outside, he says softly, “You can look now.”
And I’m stunned. Speechless. Flabbergasted. Astounded.
“How did you. . . ?”
That’s all I get out.<
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Her reaction was priceless, just what I was hoping for. She stood frozen, unable to speak a coherent sentence.
“How did you….?”
“Anything I can do for my country queen, ”I say as I lead her to the candy apple red 1950s Chevy pick-up truck. I open the passenger door for her and wait. But she’s still standing there dumbfounded as to what’s going on. I wait. And wait. And wait. And she’s admiring every little corner of the pickup.
“Do you need a moment alone?” I ask her. She walks up, punches me on the chest, and jumps in. Finally! I walk around the front and get in the driver’s seat and start it up. The sound of the old motor makes her all giddy.
“Calm down Cowgirl.” I laugh as we drive away.
I can’t believe she talked me into this. Actually, I willingly agreed since she was so happy and excited about it. But I’m not so sure what she’s most excited about now, the karaoke or the truck.
As I’m driving, I’m watching her feel the interior of the truck. She grazes her fingers along the leather seats. She’s smiling from ear to ear, and she’s got this sparkle in her eye that makes my heart melt. She’s everything and so much more.
My hand makes its way on her thigh, gripping it, letting her know how much I want her. If we had time, I would fuck her in this truck right now. It would make this hard on she’s giving me feel so much better.
“Is the blindfold a promise?” she asks me out of nowhere.
“Depends on your behavior.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“Nope.”
“I’m always on my best behavior.”
She is, I just had to tease her.
We finally make it to the bar; I open the door for her, and our country dressed asses head toward the door of the bar. But before we make it through, she places a kiss on my cheek, “thank you,” grabs my hand and leads us in.
There are people everywhere. Smoke fills the bar. There is Country music playing from every speaker. Barstools lined up to my right, with one sexy bartender handing out drinks. The room is dark with a stage ahead. Good, no one will able to see what I look like, or who I am with this dim lighting.
