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“Put your finger inside me.” Jasmine was feeling a great orgasm stirring deep within her belly. Finally, she reached the point of no return and exploded.

“Was that good?” Harrison wanted confirmation that he'd satisfied her.

“Yes. That was nice.” Jasmine applauded him for a job well done. She then led him to the bed, pushed him down and grabbed a condom she'd placed on the nearby nightstand.

“Hurry up and put it on,” she told him as she removed her sexy lingerie. Harrison positioned himself on his back and stroked his
own cock a few times to make sure the condom was on securely.

She straddled him and guided herself down on his Pride. Once he was inside of her, she rotated her hips in a clockwise motion, thrusting her hips hard every time her hips swung past twelve. She was making sure his delicious cock rubbed every wall of her Goddess. Her breasts stood proudly, her chocolate nipples were erect and waiting for Harrison to pinch and squeeze them. When he didn't pay her tits any attention, she glanced down and saw that his eyes were gleaming with absolute amazement. He looked as if it was the very first time he'd ever felt the warm folds of a woman, but she knew that wasn't accurate. Then the revelation hit her. He'd probably never been fucked by a mature woman and more than likely spent an enormous amount of time begging silly young girls to let him have a go at it.

“Is this your first time with a grown woman?” Jasmine asked. She and her ego just had to know.

“I've been with girls before,” Harrison answered.

“That's not what I asked you.” Jasmine gripped his dick with her pussy muscle.

“Yes.” He sighed. “I had no idea it could feel this good. You know how to move so well.” A twinge of excitement coursed through Jasmine's body when he told her that.

“Well then, I think it's about time you learned how to really fuck.”

“Am I doing something wrong?”

Jasmine could hear the fear of failure in Harrison's voice.

“You're doing fine, but let me show you how to really use that magnificently flexible body of yours.” Jasmine stood up.

“What do you want me to do?” Harrison asked, ready to do whatever she commanded.

“Sit up. Place the soles of your feet flat on the bed. Now place
your hands next to your hips and rise up into table pose. Squeeze your ass cheeks and hold there.”

“Now you're the instructor.” Harrison laughed nervously.

“Yes I am. I can hardly believe that you haven't done it in every imaginable position possible.”

“I've always wanted to but never—”

“Shhh, there is no need to give me an explanation. All I want you to do is keep your dick hard.” While still holding the position, Jasmine straddled him, then turned her back to him and lowered herself down until his cock was deep inside her. In her reverse cowgirl position, she rode him hard and enjoyed a wonderful orgasm. She got into the missionary position and placed the back of her knees on his shoulders. Harrison pumped her wild and frantically. He pushed her legs aside and lowered himself on her, panting heavily in her ear. She could hear his orgasm about to erupt, so she sprawled her legs out wide for him. It only took seconds for him to moan in her ear as if his orgasm was the most exquisite one he'd ever experienced. Their bodies were slick with a mixture of sweat and sex juices. Harrison had collapsed on top of her, so she pushed him off.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall flat on you like that,” Harrison apologized as he tried to catch his breath. Jasmine sat up in the bed. Her Goddess was only partially satisfied and was ready for round two.

“Let's go take a shower. I'm not done with you yet,” Jasmine said as she rose to her feet and walked toward the bathroom.

Travis had just finished his morning workout. He'd taken a shower and then stood in front of a mirror in his bedroom adjusting his necktie. The end of the school semester had finally arrived, and with it, the closing phase of his job at the university. After the shock of being rejected for tenure status wore off, he picked himself up, dusted his bruised ego off and updated his portfolio. He'd forwarded it to a number of prospective employers, but thus far he had not received any return phone calls. After he ate breakfast Travis grabbed a few storage boxes and placed them on the back seat of his car before driving to work.

There were only two minutes left for his students to complete their final exams. Once their time was up, he'd collect their papers and grade them over the weekend. He'd then calculate the students' grades and post them. After he completed that task he could say with absolute certainty that he was unemployed.

“Okay, guys, your time is up,” Travis announced. “Leave your exams right here on the podium as you exit.” Once all of the students turned in their work, Travis collected their papers, stuffed them in his briefcase and headed toward the lab to pick up a few personal items. On his way he picked up the storage boxes from his car. When he arrived at the lab, he saw Carol, one of his colleagues walking in the door. Carol was a petite woman in her early fifties. She had sandy-brown, shoulder-length hair
and pale skin that was in need of some sun. She was married to a hotshot lawyer and had two children, a fifteen-year-old and a nineteen-year-old. Carol was a real sweetheart and a mentor to Travis.

“Hello, Carol,” Travis greeted her.

She smiled at him sweetly. “Hey, Travis. You're carrying boxes. Today must be your last day,” she deduced.

“Yeah, this is it. I'm at the end of the road. I came here to pick up a few things,” Travis said as he held the door open for her. “Thank you for all that you've done for me here. I really appreciate you taking me under your wing.”

“Oh Travis, I knew you were special the moment I first saw you in my advanced chemistry class. I saw nothing but fire and determination in your eyes. I knew you possessed the mind of a genius from our very first encounter. It really pissed me off when I heard about your rejection letter. I hope you realize that their decision probably wasn't based on your skills and leaned more towards politics,” Carol said encouragingly.

“Yeah, I've come to terms with all of that. The best I can do is move forward and achieve something magnificent like winning the Nobel Peace Prize in chemistry, and show those snobby elitist bastards the error of their judgment. I got a pretty shitty deal, because there was no one more qualified than me,” Travis said as they entered the lab facility and walked down a corridor toward the lab.

“So what are you going to do? Do you have any interviews lined up?” Carol asked, genuinely concerned. Over the past three years they'd worked closely with each other and had established a great rapport.

“I've got nothing right now. But I'll keep my ears open. I'm supremely confident someone out there will appreciate my exceptional abilities.”

“Did you plan on taking some time for yourself? Perhaps you should consider flying out to Hawaii to see your folks? I'm sure they'd love to see you.”

“Nah, I don't want to do that right now. My goal is to get back to work and dazzle the scientific community. I'm going to focus on getting back in the saddle. I may have been bucked off the horse, but I'm a tough cowboy,” Travis said as he was about to enter the lab and end his conversation with Carol.

“Hang on a second, Travis. Would you be willing to travel to a different state for a job?”

“I'll go anywhere as long as it's not Antarctica,” Travis joked.

“What about Chicago? It's cold there, but not nearly as cold as the North Pole.”

“I like Chi-town. My best friend lives there.” Travis folded his arms across his chest, then eyed her inquisitively. “Why do you ask?”

“Do you have a minute to stop down in my office?” Carol asked.

“Absolutely.” Travis followed her toward her office. Once inside, Travis took a seat and Carol closed the door. She walked behind her desk and sat down, then opened up a drawer on her desk and pulled out a blue file folder.

“Take a look at this,” she said, handing him the file.

Travis opened it up and read aloud the narrative about Headroom Pharmaceuticals and qualifications for a position as a chemist.
“Headroom Pharmaceuticals develops, manufactures, and markets products that save and sustain the lives of people with hemophilia, immune disorders, infectious diseases, kidney disease, and other medical conditions. Okay, blah blah blah, looking for an organic chemist with three to five years of experience in analytical development and validations for pharmaceutical development. Qualified candidate will participate in the development of new pharmaceutical products and the support of existing products.
”

“Well, what do you think?” she asked.

Travis stopped reading and glanced up at Carol. “This sounds exactly like the type work I love doing.”

“When I read it, I immediately thought of you. That position has your name written all over it, Travis.” Carol leaned forward and united her fingers into a praying position and then rested her elbows on her desk.

Travis continued to read the documents before him. “I would agree with that. Can I keep this information? I'll reach out to the human resources person at the company and start the process of applying,” Travis said, closing the folder.

“If I could get you an interview, would you consider moving to Chicago to take the job?” Carol asked, wanting to know if Travis was serious or only mildly interested.

“Of course I would. This sounds like the type of work that would give me the type of opportunity I've been searching for,” Travis said, enthused about the prospect.

“I know the president of the company. She and I went to school together and she's the godmother of my eldest daughter. I'll give her a jingle and see what can be done in terms of getting the process started.”

“Carol, that's the best news I've heard in some time. This is so nice of you.” Travis spoke with sincerity.

“I can probably get your foot in the door, but it's up to you to land the job.”

“I guarantee you this, Carol. I will outshine any other applicant if you give me the chance to,” Travis said self-assuredly.

“You had better, because with a recommendation coming from me, you will have to prove that you're the best of the best.”

“I'm even better than the best,” Travis said with an arrogant sensibility.

He hung around Carol's office a bit longer and talked about a
variety of topics ranging from her kids to the politics at the university.

A FEW WEEKS LATER, Travis finally got the phone call from Headroom Pharmaceuticals he'd been waiting for. As soon as he got all of the details, he phoned Carol to thank her once again. He then immediately made plans to fly to Chicago. He got online and secured his airline reservation. He was about to make lodging arrangements, but then decided to save a little money by crashing at Alex's condo. He phoned Alex to find out if it would be too much of an inconvenience if he spent a few nights at his place.

“Of course it isn't. You know that you can stay with me anytime,” Alex said.

“I just wanted to make sure. I didn't know if you secretly turned in your player's card and were shacking with someone,” Travis teased him.

“Man, please! I'm never settling down.” Alex laughed. “When are you coming to town?”

“I'll be there on the twenty-third, but it's not for an interview. That's the last part of the process. First, I have to give a seminar on my research.”

“Aww shit, I was afraid you were going to say that day,” Alex grumbled.

“What, do you have something going on that week?”

“No, it's not that. I'll be out of the country the week you're here,” Alex explained.

“Oh, where are you going?” Travis inquired.

“South America.”

“I take it that it's a private flight for those mobsters you're playing around with. Alex, I worry about you playing with fire like
that. How are you able to get time off from your regular job to do that on the side?”

“Don't worry about me or how I do what I do. I'm just flying the damn plane. I don't ask questions and I don't get involved. All I do is provide a service.”

“I'm just saying. Hanging around those types of people can lead to deadly consequences,” Travis reminded Alex of the obvious.

“Well, for the amount of money I get for my service, it's a chance I'm willing to take.”

“Okay. Don't say I didn't warn you.” Travis made his final comment on the matter.

“Point well taken. I'm going to FedEx you a key to my place,” Alex said, changing the subject. “You can take a cab from the airport to my house. I'll leave plenty of food in the refrigerator and you can also eat out if you'd like. There are plenty of places around to dine.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Travis got up from his computer and walked into the family room. He picked up the remote and turned on the television, then pressed mute.

“Cool. I'll ship the extra keys in a day or so. Call me once you get them,” Alex said.

“I will. So, what else has been going on?”

“The usual, man. Just flying all over the place and fighting the jet lag.”

“How is your dad doing?”

“He's okay. He's hooked on Viagra though. He said it's the greatest pill that man has ever invented. Hell, I have to admit, I even use it from time to time.”

“You have to be careful taking that. In fact, if you don't have to, you shouldn't use Viagra because it happens to have a spillover effect. It blocks PDE-5, but it also has an effect on
PDE-6.”

“Okay, you just talked way over my damn head with all of the PD shit. You need to just speak plain English. You've got to remember that simple motherfuckers like me don't know what the hell you're talking about.”