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Authors: Ella Gottfried
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“Callie, please, just open the door and talk to me.”
I heard Brent’s call from my seat on the couch and balled my
fist up to stop myself from crying out to him. Tears streamed down my face.
“Please.” The tearful cry, so unlike the man I knew and
filled with heartache finally broke my will and I ran to the door to open it. I
only wanted to take away the sound of his pain.
Brent pulled me into his arms the moment I opened the door.
“You can’t do this Callie, it hurts too much.”
I pulled away from him, looking him in the eye.
“I thought you had something to do tonight? Something
important.”
I’d sent him a text an hour earlier turning in my
resignation and telling him our short-lived relationship was over.
Now he was in front of me and my resolve was crumbling
faster than candy-floss dipped in water.
Brent looked at me in astonishment. “After a text like that,
you think I wouldn’t come right over?”
“I’m just your side piece, why would you?” My words were
cold, unfeeling, and cruel. I knew I meant more to him than that but I had to
convince him and me that this wasn’t what either of us thought it was.
“Callie?” Brent lurched back as if I’d slapped him. “You
know that’s not true.”
“I know no such thing. It’s done Brent. Go home.” I made to
shut the door but he stopped me.
“Callie you know that isn’t how I feel about you. Not at
all. Please.” He pulled me into his arms once more and what resolve I had left
melted away.
I was his and I knew it.
He pushed me back into the living room, heading to the
couch. He kicked the door closed and I willingly allowed him to change my mind
about my course of action.
Just this one last time.
Brent backed me up to the couch and I tumbled down when the
back of my legs came into contact with it.
For a moment I considered trying to stop this, to bring us
both back to sanity, but my body just said no and reached for Brent.
He came to me, his body wrapping around mine sprawled on the
couch. I inhaled his scent as his lips pressed into mine, our tongues coming
together.
A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers parted the buttons
of my nightshirt, exposing my breasts to the nigh air. His hands enveloped the
globes, warming them quickly with his touch.
My need was fierce, immediate, and burning through me. I
could feel his erection through his trouser pants and rubbed myself against it,
the friction thrilling the center of my pleasure.
Quickly I undid his shirt, pushing it away as he slid off
his pants, our clothes mingling in a pile.
And then I reached my heaven as Brent slid into me, thick
and long, filling me completely.
Normally my lover was sweet, tender, and careful, tonight
his need was unleashed as his thrusts into my grasping body were deep and
powerful.
Brent’s pace was a message, unspoken but heard, you are mine
and I need you. I am yours and you need me.
I met his thrusts with my own, pushing into him as I reached
for that singular moment of pleasure that made all of the bad things of the
world go away.
Brent’s lips against mine were intoxicating, but not so
intoxicating that I didn’t feel his fingers sliding into my moist heat, finding
my clit as his cock pounded into my pussy.
We were lovers and there was no doubting it.
My release came quickly, my body’s grasping of his hardened
flesh pulling him with me.
I reveled in the sensations I felt, the feel of his body on
mine, the silken texture of his ass as my fingers clenched into the soft
mounds, and the smell of his heated skin filled my nose.
Our lips pressed together once more as we came together,
swallowing twin moans of pleasure.
This was one of the many reasons we were so good together.
Brent eased away from me as my breath settled back into a
normal pattern and he pulled me into his arms.
I went, needing to feel him for just a little while longer.
“I know you’re afraid Callie, I know it hurts to come home
alone, but you have to give me time, a chance to fix this. Please.”
“It’s time for you to go Brent.” I said as I pushed him away
from me, sitting up. “It can’t happen again. I’m serious, this is done.”
Brent’s shoulders slumped and his face went slack. He did
look resigned however.
“Could I ask one thing?” He said when he finally turned back
to me, his emotional pain as naked as his body. “Would you stay with us? You
have a bright future and I want to be a part of that. I want you to be a part
of our future, the company’s, because together we can go far.”
I stared at him for a moment.
“Let me take a couple of days off and I’ll let you know,
alright? I have some thinking to do.”
“I promise, there will be no bad stuff, no anger or
retribution, no coming on to you. Strictly professional. And if we can’t handle
it then I’ll be happy to help you move on.” Brent promised, getting up to get
dressed.
Neither of us spoke after that, Brent put on his clothes and
I put on mine and he walked out into the night.
“I’ll let you know, Brent.” I pushed the door closed as he
left my condo, unsure whether that was the last time I was going to see him or
not.
I took three days off and tried to make a decision. Finally
I emailed the company and said I’d need more time, leaving my options open.
They might not like it but if they wanted me bad enough they’d wait.
I went back into work and faced the music. I’d made my
decision, now it was just up to Brent and I to work it out.
Brent stayed in his office and I missed the morning greeting
he always gave me, even before our affair had started. My feelings were hurt
but I reminded myself this is what I’d asked for.
An hour later I received an email.
“Thank you for coming back to work. You are a valuable
part of this team and without you we’d fail. Have a nice day.”
The impersonal words stung, I have to admit but he was
holding up to his side of the bargain, I had to hold up to mine.
I reminded myself once more that this is what I’d asked for.
I had a feeling I was going to be reminding myself of that often.
Have you ever done something knowing it was the right
thing only to slowly come to the realization that you’ve made the worst mistake
of your life?
Three weeks after I broke off my affair with Brent I was
thinking just that, I’ve fucked up.
I watched Brent laughing over the copying machine with one
of my female coworkers and I wanted to stab her in the eye with a dull pencil.
Well, no, I wouldn’t do it but I felt some satisfaction in thinking it.
I knew the woman, I’d helped her to free herself from her
life of black clothing and I also knew Janine was dating a guy from the office.
She wasn’t a threat, not at all, but I was jealous of how freely she laughed
with Brent.
It was the deep laugh of his, the way it filled a room and
made you want to join in that finally broke me.
I missed him.
I’d broken off our relationship because I feared being
lonely. Now I had absolutely nothing to fill my evenings.
And Brent was more than just a way to fill my desperately
lonely hours anyway. He made me laugh, he listened to me, he gave me
conversation, and he brought me companionship.
Our affair had never been just about sex, it had been
about a need to be together. We had so many common interests, from our work to
our love of strange, foreign music that our friends didn’t seem to get. Sex was
a part of that intimate relationship we had and though I missed the sex it
wasn’t the entirety of our relationship. Have I mentioned how truly epic the
sex was?
Oh god, the sex was good. I still found myself taking a
lot of showers.
Oh, not to cool off but because I had the most wonderful
detachable shower head with a variety of settings that were helpful when
filling the lonely hours at home.
No, Brent brought me everything I needed in a companion
and lover. And he was always there for me. I’d stupidly thrown all of that
away.
I suppose you could call it a tantrum but I didn’t like
that word. In a heated moment of duress, that sounded better.
I suppose I could look for someone else but I didn’t want
anyone else, I wanted Brent!
I tapped the dull pencil I’d been fantasizing with against
my chin as I watched Janine and Brent’s conversation go on.
How was I going to get him back?
In the last three weeks I’d learned that I really did love
Brent and that seeing him day in and day out was pure torture.
I’d considered trying to quit again but then I wouldn’t
see him at all.
And I also admitted to myself what a horrible person I was
for being willing to have an affair with some other woman’s husband.
To his credit Brent never made excuses or tried the “my
wife hates me” or “my wife just doesn’t understand me routine” on me. In fact,
he never spoke about her at all. That helped ease my guilt, but probably for
the wrong reasons.
Brent’s wife just didn’t seem real to me, though I knew
she existed.
She was just this fact, it was true and it was real but
you don’t think about it every day or even acknowledge that it is a fact.
Brushing those disjointed thoughts aside I went back to
how to get Brent back. I thought I could probably just go bend over his desk
but Brent did have his pride. Would he acquiesce and join me in the bending
over or he would order me out?
Maybe I’d been replaced?
The thought cut me deeply but I knew Brent. His words to
me were real. I wasn’t going to be easily replaced, in the office or in his
bed. Office desk, my bed, the couch in the staffroom, whatever.
No. I just needed a strategy. Tapping my lip with the
pencil, I debated ideas.
I could wait until everyone leaves and then walk into his
office naked. Brent stayed after everyone left every night. That was a
possibility.
Or, if I wanted to save a little face, I could text him
and say I needed him to help at my condo. But that’s what the building manager
was for.
I could send him naked pictures of myself. Men liked naked
pictures. I dismissed that idea as well, too cheap and sleazy.
I guess I’m just going to have to play it cool and see if
some of the old ways we had in the beginning would work.
I went into the area where the copying machine was and
brushed past Brent to get to the machine.
“Excuse me.” I said, not looking back just yet.
“Oh, sorry, Callie. Let me get back to work Janine. You
and that man of yours have fun this weekend!” Brent winked at her before he
left without another word to me.
That bastard! My eyebrows scrunched down as I pretended to
copy a file and I wanted to stomp my high-heel clad foot but worried I’d fall
somehow and hurt myself.
No, I told myself as a lightbulb tried to pop on in my
head. You don’t need to be a liability for a worker’s compensation claim
against Brent. Stop that!
Dejected I went back to my desk and worked on the project
I’d been assigned, trying to find the bugs and glitches that would keep it from
working properly.
I watched all of my other coworkers leave, turning down an
offer of dinner from Janine and pretended to be working late to put her off.
I had to find a way to get Brent back into my life!
The thought of going home to that empty apartment without
feeling him once more was making me consider renting a hotel room just so I
wouldn’t have to go back there.
I watched his office door but it never moved. I was hoping
he’d walk out and I could suggest take out or going to get something for us to
eat.
I finally picked up my bag and turned my monitor off.
Maybe he’d come out of his shell tomorrow. If not I’d have to figure out a way
to get this turtle out of his shell. Maybe a good old fashioned poke around the
backside.
As an image of me poking Brent in the bottom with my
pencil of doom popped into my head I laughed a genuine laugh for the first time
in ages. Pushing the door open I left the office once more.
The door closed automatically so I didn’t see Brent coming
out, words on his lips cut short as he realized I was already heading out.
The next day found me in the employee private bathroom, a
string of buttons on my white lace blouse undone, and my black pencil skirt
pushed up over my hips as I squeezed my nipples with one hand.
The lace grips of my stockings were a sensual sight,
sticking out from my skirt that pleased even me. I wouldn’t mind seeing a woman
like this in the bathroom myself.
The other hand was in my black panties as I frantically
fingered my clit, trying to get the urge to just go throw Brent onto the floor
and fuck him senseless out of my system.
I had to bite back a cry of pleasure as my fingers did the
things I wanted Brent’s lips to do and in my mind it was Brent’s hands in my
new lace panties.
I remembered the time he’d fingered me as I drove home
from work, not getting me off but getting me pretty close. I’d pulled into a
dark back parking lot of a closed supermarket and he’d finished me off there.
“You’re so wet, I bet you’re soaking in your seat.” He’d
whispered into my ear. “I can’t wait to get you home and get my tongue in
there.
“Why wait?” I’d dared him, stepping out of my seat, past
the now open door. I’d pulled my skirt up in the darkness, lit only by the lamp
of my car’s overhead light, and bent over the hood of my car.
With a wide grin Brent had got out of the car and come
over to me, pulling me to the passenger side. He’d pushed down on my neck and
I’d bent willingly.
His right hand held me down, the other one had pulled up
my skirt, pushing it onto my back. I felt a sting as his open flat palm met my
round ass.
“Naughty girl.” He’d said to me and I shivered even now at
the memory.
I was getting close. I remembered how his hand had come
back, a finger sliding between my swollen labia to tease at my hole, not going
into the damp depths, but circling it.
A shuddering moan escaped my lips, the same as it had
then, and I replayed more of the memory.
His hand had come down once more, catching my naked pussy
in the gentle blow and then once more.
Just as they had then my hips swiveled, pushing my ass
back into his palm begging for more.
I needed his lips on me, his fingers anything on my clit
and I needed it now.
The same words passed through my head now and I couldn’t
help a small sound of need that came out of my throat.
I slid my fingers down to my labia, feeling their heat,
and found that I was soaking wet. A quick play inside of my pussy told me my
fingers just weren’t the same as Brent’s and I went back to my clit.
In my mind Brent’s cock was inside of me and soon, his
fingers at my clit.
The slap of his hips against my now red ass soothed the
sting of his loving slap but also made me burn for more.
“You need it don’t you, Callie? You need my cock, you need
me.”
“I do.” I quickly agreed, wanting to come so baldly I
didn’t even care if I was in a parking lot or not.
“You love fucking my cock here in this dark parking lot
where anyone could drive up and see you speared on my dick, panting for more.”
His words were so dirty but fuck how they made me hot.
“Would you let them fuck you? Would you let a stranger put
his cock into you? It might not be as big as mine but I bet you’d come on it
just the same.”
His words were odd but they’d created images in my head
that had my body reacting in ways I’d have never expected.
The thought of a stranger pulling up and fucking me, then
driving away, was really fucking hot.
“You would wouldn’t you? And if it was a woman? Would you
let her suck that tight little slit of yours? Let her tongue your clit until
you came?”
Oh my god, his words were starting a movie in my mind, a
movie that I desperately wanted to be a part of.
“Or what about both? Would you let him fuck you, fuck you
until you could barely stand then let her lick you clean?”
He was really getting into this dirty fantasy shit but I
have to admit, I was right behind him with it.
“I’d let her lick me clean then suck you off while I
watched. Maybe I’d even let him fuck me as I watched you two.” I responded
finally, wanting to join in.
“Fuck!” He’d gasped out and I’d felt his cock twitch
inside of me, he was close.
Brent’s hand had moved off of my neck then to pull my
right leg up, placing it on the car. My pussy was open wide now and Brent’s
hand moved to my ass, pulling it wide open so he could look at it.
His fingers on his left hand circled quickly around my
throbbing clit, as mine did now, and I pulled a heeled foot up against the
wall, leaning back against the sink to get better access at my own clit.
My fingers gripped at my nipples and I started to come, my
lips catching and holding back a sharp cry as my body convulsed there, my eyes
closed in pleasure as I remember how we’d exploded together, our cries echoing
in the nigh air.
I slumped against the sink, catching my breath before I
turned to wash my hands. I straightened my dark red hair and turned to open the
door.
Brent was leaning against the doorway, a hint of a smirk
on his face, as if he was trying to hide it and failed.
“A bit hot in there was it?” He asked, staring me up and
down.
“Yes, why?” I asked, wondering what had given me away.
“Must be, your cheeks are awfully red. A shade of red I’ve
only ever seen after you come.”
His words were low, meant only for me, and I felt my face
grow hotter.
“Also, your buttons are crooked.” Brent ran a finger down
my blouse before walking away, a satisfied grin on his face.
Shit, he knew what I’d been doing!