“Even Max?”
“It wouldn’t surprise me,” He said. “He might get off lucky with a suspension due to his seniority, but the company does not tolerate crap like this at all.”
“I guess I can see that,” I said. “What were they fighting about?”
Gary shrugged. “I’m not sure. I really have no idea.”
“Well, I hope it was worth it for them,” I said.
“I doubt it,” Gary replied.
“Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee? I was just about to make myself some,” I said. “I hope you don’t mind instant.”
Gary smiled. “Instant will be just fine,” he said.
It was a mistake to invite him in, but once again I found my mouth acting without any permission from my brain. And this was leading somewhere I knew it would not be right to go. But I couldn’t help myself. What was it about this man that drove me so wild that I acted without any other thoughts other than the desperate need for his touch? I grabbed a few coffee mugs from the kitchen cupboard, and then I started up my electric kettle that was already full of water. As I watched it heating up and listened to the silence in the air, I began to feel so turned on I couldn’t stand it. I was there, in my apartment, in a confined space with perhaps the sexiest man I’d ever known.
And he was standing right behind me now. I didn’t want to turn around. I didn’t want to face him because I knew that the second I did all rational thought would go right out the window. I would be lost in his eyes, his essence, and his spirit that would envelop me completely. But it was so hard to resist. I knew it was going to happen one way or another. Why did I continue to fight it? I hadn’t come to Chicago looking for this. In fact, I’d been trying to avoid anything of the sort. I wanted to start over. I wanted to heal.
But I was starting to see that this was the healing I was so anxiously seeking. And I was ready to be healed inside and out.
“Today was hard,” Gary said. His voice was low and deep, a slow, deliberate rumble right behind me. He was close to me, but not too close. I could have leaned back against his massive chest and felt his warm, strong arms wrap around me if I wanted to, but I didn’t. I held myself firm. I stood strong and watched the water starting to boil.
Gary continued to speak. “I must have bit my tongue a hundred times as I eyed you. I know we’ve agreed to remain just friends and to make sure that nothing romantic ever happens again, but I feel I would be a bad friend if I didn’t let you know what was in my heart.”
Those words entered my ears slowly and rang out within me. I felt my whole body tingling under the weight of his sweet sentences. I knew how he felt. I had been screaming and broadcasting those same thoughts and feelings out of my body since the day I met this man. I was incapable of saying no to him. And I believed it was now time to take that as a sign.
It was time to stop resisting. It was time to start embracing.
I turned around just then. Gary looked into my eyes deeply, his gaze shifting from my eyes to my lips and back again. The tension between us was thick. It was painful to wait through. I had no choice but to cut through that distance and just be there with him. Enough of this madness. I could no longer take it.
I rushed Gary and wrapped my arms around his neck. He read my movement and caught me, placing his lips hard against mine. Instantly my brain was alight with the synapses buzzing at the speed of light. I felt nothing but pure delight and total pleasure in that moment. Yes, this was what I needed right now. This was what I needed always. I would never forget this. I would never fight this again. I couldn’t. It was hopeless. I was helpless to resist it.
Gary’s tongue pressed into my mouth and I swallowed it down my throat as far as I could. I sucked and sucked harder as I held onto his succulence with my teeth, my lips gnashing and writhing back and forth across his in a fury full of passion and total release.
His hands were around my waist now. He pulled me in closer to him, pressing me against his chest, almost smashing my large breasts. He pulled his tongue back and licked hard across my lips, dragging it slowly against my flesh and finishing on my cheek as his hands worked their magic around my waist. It took me a moment to realize that Gary had reached back to the front and undone my pants completely. They were now falling off my hips. All it took was a snug jerk from him and off they went.
Gary spun me around quickly and yanked my panties down, almost ripping them to shreds.
Then I heard him grunting behind me as he worked to get his own pants down. A moment later I heard him breaking free and I felt his hard erection pushing against my ass. He grabbed his cock and smacked my cheeks with it a few times. The feeling of his dick bouncing off my ass was exhilarating and I found it rather amusing. I wanted him inside of me right now.
I wiggled my ass against him to give him the signal to enter me. He did just that. Gary’s massive dick penetrated my cheeks and entered my sweet folds tightly as he pushed as far into me as was possible. He held it there, his body shaking and moving back and forth a bit. It was as if he was trying to send me the signal that this was going to be worth it, so I’d better get really good and loose. I was ready. I could feel my pussy totally wet, dripping even. I was gushing my sweet juices over his luscious prick as he nudged his full length a bit farther into my waiting pool.
Gary grunted loudly. Then he pulled out of me and instantly thrust himself even harder inside. With each thrust he let out a loud groan. They were getting faster and a bit harder. Each time I got a little wetter, a bit more turned on, and I was sure that I was going to finish this very soon. I was so wet…but I hadn’t lost a bit of the friction because I felt tighter than I’d ever felt before, or he was harder than before. I wasn’t sure. But the two of us fit together perfectly. I didn’t want this to end. I’d been dreaming of it all day long. I just wanted to take Gary into an empty room and fuck his brains out. That shouldn’t have been a crime in my mind, but it would have been to some.
Gary grabbed my hair and pumped his hips harder. His cock tore into me over and over again, separating my luscious slit with delicious brutality. I was biting my lip, running my tongue over my mouth as I gave in to the sensations that were now coursing through my body at breakneck speeds. I couldn’t wait to come all over this long, smooth, thick, beautiful dick. Oh, it was perfect. I wanted to taste it. I wanted so badly to just suck on it for a while until I was too dizzy to see straight. Yeah, I had a feeling that sucking on a dick that perfect would be the most amazing head rush.
But some other time. Right now, his phenomenal dick was taking my pussy to heights of new pleasures.
The kettle went off right then. I almost laughed at it. I’d forgotten completely about the coffee. Well, we were both indisposed at the moment, so the coffee would just have to wait.
Gary stopped suddenly. He spun me back around and kissed me hard before entering me missionary style. While maintaining the sweet kiss, I hopped up on the counter and Gary pummeled my core with staggering ferocity as I climbed ever closer to that beautiful orgasm I could see waiting on me.
He placed his hands under my knees and suddenly hoisted me up in the air as I put my arms around his neck. While still fucking me like mad, Gary carried me over to an empty space on the wall. There he held me against the wall while he pummeled me with everything he had. His sweet prick was bouncing into me every bit as much as I was bouncing off him. His strength was astounding and I found the way he was manhandling me to be a huge turn on. I’m not a small woman, yet he was carrying me around as if I was a rag doll. And he was fucking me like nothing I’d ever felt before.
“Fuck!” I gasped. A shot of sweet surrender skyrocketed through my body. I could hardly breathe. The succulent sensations were coming through me in waves now, rolling from the tip of my toes to my loins and then spreading everywhere. My head felt like it was about to collapse and roll right off my body. I felt totally surrendered.
Gary kissed me hard on the mouth. He bucked his hips harder. His huge cock fed
my tight pussy well. I never in my wildest dreams ever dreamt that I might one day be plowed like this by the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
“That’s it baby!” Gary hissed. “You are so tight, so wet on that cock. Are you going to make me come? I want to come so badly inside you. Please make me come…oh, shit…!”
“Fuck me! Do it! That’s it… oh, wow… how can I feel this good…? You make me feel so good baby…”
Both of us were mentally drained by the exquisite pleasure we were receiving. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I was going to come hard any second.
Gary changed our positions once again, just when I was getting close. Oh, why did he have to tease me so?
He laid me down on the carpeted living room and turned me over. There, in a doggy style position, his sweet cock plunged tighter into my aching, wet pussy. I was gushing down the insides of my legs. With every single pump of his magnificent dick, Gary was spilling even more of my savory juices. It felt so good. I was barely hanging on now. My head was spinning with bliss. I needed time to go somewhere to recover from this. But we couldn’t stop now. No, we were almost there. Yes… fuck… so close…
Gary suddenly started moaning loudly. “Shit! I’m…COMING!”
He bellowed the last word and it echoed off the walls of my apartment. I didn’t care about the neighbors. They could enjoy the free show if they wanted to listen. In fact, that idea was kind of naughty. It was possible that I needed some professional help. I was a sick puppy at times.
Gary’s body exploded inside of mine. He roared like a wild animal caught in a trap at that moment. He fucked me so hard then, I thought he might break something inside of me. Even through the chaos, it was still so pleasurable.
The bliss overtook me then as my own orgasm was triggered and hit my body as hard as could be. I felt my being lurch forward while the sweet release struck me down.
I let my head fall towards the floor where I finally rested. My body was shaking, shivering with the adrenaline flooding my system. My eyes twitched. My ears were humming. And my breathing was labored. I felt dizzy, but as the effects of it started to come down I was left with the most beautiful high. My whole world came into orbit right then, like any confusion that had been swirling around in my brain before now had suddenly cleared up.
It all made sense now. With this blissful event in my life coming to fruition, I now knew what I had to do.
Chapter Thirteen
Gary
Three Weeks Later…
I sat the grocery sack down on the table with a sigh. The bag was heavier than it looked. My body was tired from a long week at work. It seemed that every single person in the city had decided to break every possible fire code and the results had been disastrous. But so far we hadn’t lost anyone, so the biggest tragedies had been averted. Still, it was Friday night and I had the whole weekend ahead of me to relax and unwind.
But I was a bit nervous this evening. I was going to cook a romantic dinner for Shelly and I. She was coming over in a little less than an hour. I had to get everything ready and it had to be just right.
After taking a quick shower, I got to work on dinner. I took the pasta, the sauce, the garlic bread, and the red wine out of the bag. Lastly, I took the salad mix and veggies out and sat them on the counter. Then I stared at it all. The dinner I was preparing seemed easy enough. I’d made it before, but I just wanted this to turn out perfectly. I wasn’t sure why I was being paranoid about it. Did I think that Shelly would suddenly not want to be with me anymore when she found out I was much better at microwaving food than cooking it?
I laughed at my own nervousness and got to work fixing the food. The past three weeks with Shelly had been something of a whirlwind. We’d finally decided that there was no way we could continue fighting our carnal urges. Our bodies would not let us be that close to each other on a continuous basis and not give in. We had to be together.
And emotionally, I was becoming more in love with her than I’d ever been with anyone in my entire life. This was something I couldn’t have fathomed a few months back. In fact, I was questioning whether or not I would ever be able to have a love this strong in my life. I really thought that it was not in the cards for me. It was just one of those things I’d given up on and I was fine with. It didn’t matter to me. My life was very fulfilling and I was having a blast living it.
At least that was what I thought. Since being with Shelly, all of that had turned around. I now realized how much I’d been missing in my life before her. I was really not living. Now everything had a purpose, everything had a reason behind it. Everything felt like it was exciting and new. It was crazy how my perspective on things had changed so quickly.
I grabbed a big pot and filled it with water, which I set on the stove to start boiling. As I waited, I grabbed myself a beer and popped the top before bringing the foamy can to my lips. It tasted good and sweet. I wondered if it might calm my nerves a bit and improve my cooking ability. Maybe I’d start a YouTube channel about cooking and drinking. Would that take off?
“You are a nutball, Gary. You know that right?” I asked myself out loud with a chuckle. The answer was yes. I did know that. And I’d also made peace with that awhile back. Shelly seemed to get me and my sense of humor. I found I could be myself with her more than I could with anyone else that I knew.
And it was so odd that we had to pretend to be total strangers a majority of the time. At work, it was all business. And it was so damn hard. Wow, it was hard. I hated what we had to go through just to be happy. The longer we did it, the more I resented where I worked. I hated being an underling. Even with the seniority I had built up by being a veteran of the company, I was still nothing more than a peon. I was a cog in the machine—nothing else. And I was fooling myself if I ever believed otherwise. I was disposable. I hated that. I figured by my age that I would have achieved some level of higher ranking within the company, but I liked the company I worked with and until someone above me moved on, there was little in the way of moving up that would happen.
So, right now I was stuck. I could have started looking around and seeing what else was available with other units, other cities. But that would have been like starting over with a brand new crew. I told myself before that I was content where I was, and that was true. Until now. It was true until it began to affect me in negative ways. The fact that I had to hide a big part of my life in order to keep my job made me angrier day by day. I desperately wanted to storm into the Chief’s office and tell him straight to his face how much this policy of theirs sucked ass and that he could shove it if he didn’t like the way that I felt about it. That would have been satisfying on so many levels.
But I had Shelly to think about now. I had to consider how my actions would affect her. I would never do anything to hurt her.
The water was boiling now, so I put the spaghetti into the pot and stirred it occasionally as it boiled. Then I heated up a small sauce pan and poured the sauce into it. After ten minutes it was pretty much done. I popped the garlic bread in the oven and began to mix together the salad while I waited.
After washing the veggies and putting everything to simmer, I took a look at myself in the mirror and decided that I was as good as I was going to get. Shelly seemed to like me anyway. That was good enough for me. I had never really felt that handsome or sexy until she had come into my life. I knew that women seemed to find me attractive, but for whatever reason the idea of myself being some sort of a great, handsome guy had not really appealed to me. I just didn’t care. That was superficial nonsense. But now that I had Shelly, I wanted to look my best at all times. Then again, she liked me before, so I was starting to think that I was overthinking this. What was wrong with me? I’d never acted like this before.
I laughed and removed my sport coat, unbuttoned the top button on my collar and rolled up my sleeves to be more natural. I was not going to be comfortable and quell the nerves coursing through my body if I was dressed all stuffy and not being like
myself.
“You’re a geek,” I said to myself in the mirror with a smile. I’d never cared what anyone really thought about me. I didn’t see a reason to start now. Shelly liked me for me and that was the only way I wanted her to like me.
I certainly wasn’t going to try to change her. She was perfect in every way. I thought of her constantly and the way I had to keep my feelings inside all day at work was pure torture. How much longer would it be that way? How much longer would I have to wait to declare my love for her to the world? That was all I wanted to do. I had a feeling that this would make me the happiest man in the world. It felt dirty somehow to keep it all a secret, as if it wasn’t real, or like we were ashamed of it.
But then again, it also felt exciting. Shelly had even told me how much she enjoyed the sneaking around, to an extent. It was fun to do what was considered Taboo. It was the same reason people had sex in public, or pretended to be strangers just meeting in a bar. It was just that little something extra that made life a bit more exciting.
I set the table with my best dishes, laying the food out in as expert of a fashion as I could. This included the basket of garlic bread right in the middle of the table. On either side were two candles which I lit. Then I put on some soft music on the stereo and dimmed the light to be just perfect.
It was all ready.
A few minutes later Shelly arrived. She was instantly impressed by the work I’d put into our lovely feast.
“Wow, you really outdid yourself,” she said. I was pretty sure she knew that I did little more than add water and heat, but she was being gracious anyway. I think it impressed her that I had just made the effort. Not that I was secretly some wonderful chef.
“Thank you, my dear,” I said.
We sat down and started dinner. I was hungrier than I realized, but I could not take my eyes off Shelly. She was so beautiful. She was wearing a tight, sleek, sexy black dress, which showcased her perfect cleavage just right. And it showed off her long, slender, but toned legs as well. In the lighting, her skin looked even more tan than usual, and her soft, wavy hair rested comfortably on her shoulders. She wore little makeup, which was her usual. She was so beautiful that makeup would only cover up the beauty of what was already there.
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