Mr. Perfect O: A Single Dad Romance

by Amy Brent

  “I don’t think that you really know what your body is capable of. It’s going to be my pleasure to find out for you and to share that with you in a more direct way. You need to come home with me, but I’m having way too much fun to let you walk out that door yet.” She got up and picked up the camera and began to take shots of her in her post orgasmic glow. She moved around and turned her into a subject for debate.

  Tabitha playfully moved her hands in front of her face in embarrassment, but she really didn’t have the energy to stop her from capturing this for posterity. “I really don’t like having my picture taken. I rarely get anything that is good and sometimes it takes several photos to get the right one that puts me in a good light.” Her skin was covered with sweat and she felt like she had gone a few rounds with Mohammed Ali.

  “I don’t think that you’re going to complain about these photographs. You look remarkable and you have this sense about you that I’ve never seen before. You’ve always been confident, but this is more feminine with a softer touch. You should really see these for yourself. Once you get one look, you’ll know that you will never be the same again.” Lorraine moved to a crouching position and showed her the photos that made her smile for the first time.

  “I’m sure that you want me to help you out, but I really don’t know where to begin.” She was anxious to taste her wet little kitty. Tabitha’s panties were soaked and practically dripping with her excitement. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t have any experience. I’m always willing to learn something new. I also know what it means to take direction.”

  Lorraine was surprising her, by getting dressed and not bothering to ask for anything in return. “I think that tonight is a good step to awakening something that you never knew was there. You probably felt that certain something when you were inexplicably attracted to a woman. I think that you might have got some secret joy out of watching two women making out or even going further than that. You look like a girl that would enjoy lesbian porn and maybe we should start with watching that together and let things progress from there. I also have this idea of sitting at your desk, while you are going down on me, while the whole office is busy doing your bidding.”

  “I want that.” She blurted it out without even thinking about what she was saying. There was no putting that genie back in the bottle, especially after she had already told her in no uncertain terms that this was exactly what she wanted. The idea of licking Lorraine’s pussy, while outside that very office was her underlings would cause her to go crazy. “I can’t believe that you would leave me like this. I have to say that this teasing gesture of yours has certainly changed the landscape. I thought that I was the boss, but it appears that I’m not the only one that can teach things.”

  Lorraine was thrilled that her boss was taken with her and that things had progressed in an almost natural way. This was the first time that she had been a little more dominating, but she found that it suited her. “I’ll see you tomorrow and I do believe that you have a lot of time to make up. Don’t even think about telling your boyfriend about any of this. This is our little secret and I want this to remain between us. If I even get wind that somebody knows, then all of this will disappear in the blink of an eye.” Lorraine left her boss lying there stupefied and completely unable to move for at least 30 minutes.

  Chapter five

  “I don’t know what happened, but I don’t want any excuses. All I want is results. You better make this right, or I’m coming down there personally. That’s right; I will personally come down there and oversee the entire operation. We don’t want these kinds of mistakes again.” Half of the magazine’s had been printed with a black line down the middle. Tabitha was called in the middle of the night, while she was still feeling the aftershock of what Lorraine had done.

  “I’m sorry to say that your Intern Lorraine did not show up to work today. I called her, but it only went to voicemail. I think that maybe she is not exactly cut out for this type of work. It’s better that we find out now than later.” Timothy was gloating, almost like he had predicted that this was exactly what was going to happen. “I’m not going to tell you I told you so, but it doesn’t look like either one of us are able to make this decision.” Timothy was having a bit of fun at his ex wife’s expense. He enjoyed seeing her squirm, but it was the look on her face that seemed to make him take a step back.

  “I’m sure that she has a good reason for being late. I don’t think that we have to send up the red flag right away. We give her a chance to explain herself and then maybe then we can get back to the business at hand. In fact, I think that you would be best served to take this little problem of ours and put it on your shoulders. I want you to go down to the main office where the publication is being printed and find out who’s responsible for this catastrophe.” He didn’t look happy about having to leave the comfort of his cushy office. This was part of his duties. He had to get used to having a woman to answer to.

  Tabitha opened the door with her hands full of some of the magazine’s that she had pulled off the shelf personally this morning. It cost her a small fortune, but was worth it not to get this kind of black eye within the publication industry. She had called in some favors with friends that were now scouring the city to make sure that the mistaken copies didn’t see the light of day. Tabitha was disappointed in Lorraine. She certainly didn’t take her for the kind of girl that would walk away after a day on the job.

  Tabitha placed those magazines on her desk and then gasped out loud at seeing Lorraine. It wasn’t just that she was there, but it was that she was wearing absolutely nothing, but a smile. Tabitha’s eyes narrowed in on her nipples, which were covered with this very deep rouge with the fragrance of strawberry wafting in the air. She started to move around the desk toward her, but Lorraine pointed towards the floor. “I think you know what I want. We discussed this and I do hope that you’re not somebody that forgets easily.” Tabitha backtracked towards the door, locking it and then falling on her hands and knees in a panther like pose. “Damn…that’s fucking hot, but I bet that your lips are going to feel amazing on me. I just hope that I can keep it down and not attract too much attention from outside in the office.”

  Thinking quickly, Tabitha made a quick phone call to the secretary. “I want you to gather everybody into the boardroom on the second floor. Break out the sexual harassment seminar tapes. I think that we all need a refresher course on what it means to take things a little bit too far in the office.” Tabitha was smiling like the cat that ate the canary, before hypocritically moving underneath the desk and slithering into position between her legs.

  “That was pretty smooth thinking, Tabitha. You did say that you were good with directions. Start with my toes and then work your way up. Do it slowly and make me feel your enthusiasm.” Lorraine was getting a bit of a swelled head. Having this kind of power was making her turn into something of a monster. “I want to see you suck my toes like you would if you were going down on a man.” Tabitha was a little embarrassed, but she wasn’t about to turn down an offer like that.

  “I was little worried…mmmm…that you decided that you weren’t going to show up.” Tabitha sucked on her big toe, looking up and seeing that Lorraine’s tight little hole was already juicy. It was a beacon and one that she was never going to be able to resist. “I love the way that you look at me. It makes me feel like anything is possible. Last night was not just some kind of fluke.” Tabitha moved slowly up her calf, leaving a trail of wetness that penetrated into her skin and made Goosebumps appear of Lorraine’s body.

  “I… I…came…came in early when nobody was around. I found that in your haste to leave last night that you didn’t lock your office door. I slipped in and got a little bit more comfortable in your chair.” Lorraine had her hands on the arms of the chair. She didn’t want to spook a new member into this kind of lesbian loving. She was enjoying the way that her tongue ignited her sexual drive. It was already revving at a high momentum from the time that she slipped
into the office and got naked.

  Tabitha was moving closer and closer to the object of her desire. She wasn’t exactly sure what to do, but she had a feeling that it would come to her when it was necessary. She followed a certain technique by what a young lady had done to her last night. She touched on her clit, lashing at it repeatedly and seeing Lorraine spread her legs over the side of the chair to give her better access.

  Lorraine slammed her fist up to her mouth, biting into her knuckle and leaving a penetrating indentation of her teeth in her own skin. She was moaning that she was doing her best not to say anything, as this inexperienced woman had shown that she was up for the task.

  Tabitha prodded with her fingers against the opening and found the suction alone was able to make her go knuckle deep in one stroke. She was giving her this come hither motion with her finger over and over again, while circling her clit. She latched onto it with her tongue and her mouth sealed over top of it. She sucked and she fucked that little hole. She tasted the product of Lorraine’s arousal seeping out of her hole and down the two digits that had made quite the mess.

  “I’m cumming… I’ve missed this, so fucking much that you don’t even know… AHHHHHH.” She barely got her fingers into her own mouth to stop the outcry of pleasure that was escaping her lips. Those fingers and her mouth were making her believe that maybe her past love did not hold a patent to her pleasure.

  Tabitha found the spectacle of this young impressionable piece of ass cumming like a woman that hadn’t had the pleasure in a while to be quite enticing. She saw her juices and she had no choice, but to leave her clit. Suctioning her lips over Lorraine’s hole, she was able to capture more of that sticky nectar. To her, it was an aphrodisiac or maybe somewhat of an addiction that she never wanted to get off her back.

  Lorraine had this fire in her eyes and she immediately pulled Tabitha by her hair from out from under the desk. She was in the perfect position to make her sit on that desk, while lifting her skirt, until it was around her waist. She saw no panties and she knew that Tabitha was well aware that today would be the day that she would be giving herself freely in the office.

  “I haven’t had breakfast. I think that you might just have what I need to give me that jolt for the day.” Lorraine peeled back those fat lips, saw the opening winking at her and she stepped forward with the insistence of a woman that wanted to make another woman cum. She was slamming her face back and forth and making this squelching sound that was almost obscene.

  Grabbing the stapler off the desk, Tabitha bit into it, while at the same time she held the gaze of Lorraine and the way that she was smiling like she was having the time of her life. She groaned and humped her ass up off the desk to push it flat against Lorraine’s face. She felt herself cumming again and she found herself lying flat on the desk with her head hanging over the side. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head. When she finally came out of it, she saw Timothy standing at the door with a doughnut hanging from his mouth. Apparently, she didn’t turn the lock properly, but the look on his face was absolutely priceless.

  Timothy had finally figured out what Tabitha’s problem was. There was no way that he could possibly compete with a woman that had access to the merchandise 24 hours a day seven days a week. At first he was jealous, but then he realized that having a boss that smiled every morning was better than a frown any day. He could only wish her well and hope that this office romance wouldn’t blow up in her face.

  Lorraine and Tabitha agreed that this would be something that they would give each other from time to time. Tabitha soon left her boyfriend, but there were no tears, as they were only in it for the companionship.

  The girls bought a place outside the city and away from prying eyes. It was secluded and they could scream their heads off and have nobody be the wiser that they were a couple. They weren’t exactly ashamed of what they were and they were happier than they have ever been in their lives.

  RESCUED BY LOVE

  I first met Julia when my boss was schmoozing me around the office at the beginning of my internship. Sandra actually used the words “I'm going to schmooze you for a bit” before she led me around and started introducing me to people. I followed her, feeling like a bit of a dork since I was carrying a plate with a slice of birthday cake as I went from cubicle to cubicle. It was Sam's birthday, and he'd brought me an over-sized slice of cake covered in thick, super-sugary icing. Naturally, I had smeared some on my chin without realizing it just before Julia and I were introduced.

  “Hi, nice to meet you,” she said, holding her hand out.

  I fumbled with my plate, nearly dropping the cake as I freed up a hand to shake Julia's. The first thing that I noticed was how soft her hand was. My fingers lingered in her touch until I realized it was about to get awkward. I pulled my hand away, then caught a glimpse of my reflection in the little mirror Julia kept hanging on the side of her cubicle. When I saw the icing smeared across my chin I turned bright red, fumbling for a napkin and wiping myself clean.

  Julia laughed, and I could seriously have died right then. She had a musical laugh. She shook her head at me, her long red hair falling in waves around her face. I tried my best not to stare.

  “Brianna is about to graduate from Rowan University,” Sandra said. “She's going to be with us at least for the summer.”

  I was hoping to turn the internship into a full-time job after I graduated. I just had the internship at The Orthopedics & Sports Medical Journal to finish my degree, along with one summer class. Of course, I didn't know the first thing about either orthopedics or sports, but I'd studied publication layout and design. Sandra had been my professor, and she'd been so impressed with my work in her class that she'd offered me the internship at the end of the semester.

  “Well,” Julia said, flashing me a stunning smile, “I'll be looking forward to working with you.”

  And I'll be looking forward to staring at your hot face because oh my God, I thought. I cleared my throat and said aloud, “Yeah, umm, me too.”

  I had never been much good at talking to girls. Especially pretty girls.

  Especially pretty redheads. Of course, Julia had to be ten or fifteen years older than me, and I had no idea which way she swung. But that didn't mean I couldn't look.

  I managed to get through meeting the rest of the office staff without making any more of a fool of myself than I had in front of Julia. Then Sandra and I spent some time going over my job, which for the most part involved reformatting the research papers doctors had submitted to the journal, making sure everything would look good on the page and conformed to the journal's style guides. I also got to spend some time playing with Photoshop, taking x-rays and pictures of surgical procedures and modifying their color balance, resolution, and size so they would look good in print. I fell into an easy rhythm with the work right from the start, though naturally I hit my first stumbling block within the first hour of my work.

  I got stuck trying to figure out how to add some of the special characters the doctors used in their charts and graphs. There was no obvious way to enter the Greek characters for sigma or phi into MS Word, and I couldn't seem to figure it out on my own. I didn't really want to be the idiot new girl, begging for help. But I realized that I'd look like more of an idiot if I submitted the project without doing it right. I swallowed my pride and wove my way through the maze of cubicles to find Julia.

  I could have gone to Sandra for help. But Julia had seemed friendly. It wasn't just that I wanted another chance to stare at her pretty face.

  I stopped just outside of her cubicle when I heard the sound of muffled sobs. I peeked into the cubicle and saw she was on the phone, speaking in a low voice to keep the rest of the office from hearing her.

  “Look, just forget it, Jimmy,” she whispered into the phone. She dabbed at her eyes with one of the birthday napkins, wiping away her tears. “I don't even know why I bother anymore. No. No, don't waste your time. I'll take the kids this weekend. Well, the
y're going to be disappointed. Fine. Don't go acting like you care or anything.”

  She hung up the phone and glanced up at me. I pretended like I'd only just walked in, hoping that she wouldn't realize I'd been eavesdropping. “Hey, Brianna,” she said, forcing a smile. “Need something?”

  “Yeah, umm...” I pointed a thumb over my shoulder. “This project is being a pain. But I can ask someone else...”

  “No, it's okay.” She finished drying her eyes, then got up and followed me back to my cubicle. I didn't ask her who Jimmy was or what the phone call had been about, though I'd gotten enough of the gist of it to make a reasonable guess.

  I sat at my desk and showed her what I was having trouble with. She stood behind me and leaned over, pointing to the screen to show me how to navigate through the menus to find what I needed. I had a little trouble concentrating with her standing so close to me. She was wearing a light, flowering perfume, and the way she leaned over her breasts were within inches of my face. I doubted that she knew I was lesbian, considering we'd just met an hour ago. I wondered if she would be uncomfortable standing so close to me if she knew. It was a constant struggle, dealing with those questions around new people.

  Straight people thought that coming out was something you did once, then you were done. But the fact of the matter was, unless I decided to wear a t-shirt that said, “Big Honking Lesbian,” I'd probably spend the rest of my life coming out to people. Which meant carefully probing to figure out whether they were liberal or conservative, or whether they were overly religious, or anything else I might need to worry about. And that was aside from the struggle of finding out if a girl I liked was lesbian or straight before I could consider asking her out. I'd had a few awkward encounters in college when I found myself hitting on a beautiful girl, only to have her tell me, “Sorry, I'm straight.”