I had worked for the packaging company for about two years to the day and was really considering where in life this job was taking me. Being based in the city, I had met a lot of top executives at companies based in our territory; sure enough I would have made some sort of connection?
Despite my lingering mind I had managed to deliver most of my packages without so much as a scratch or mix up, which is good considering the company had been falling hard on all of its messengers when an important and classified document had been sent to the wrong place. Needless to say, I made sure I checked my packages three times before I handed it off to be signed.
I had just came from delivering what seemed to be blueprints in a small hollow tube when I saw something every citizen despises; a ticket maid.
“Excuse me,” I said to her as she stood in front of my bicycle, writing quickly onto her yellow pad.
“Yes?” she said without looking up, showing no sign of wanting to listen to my side of the story.
“What are you doing?” I asked, noticing she was standing extremely close to my bicycle and thus ruling out the possibility she was writing the ticket for another wheeled vehicle.
“Is this your bicycle?” she asked, finally looking up at me.
“Yes,” I replied.
She stared at me for a while, looking deeply into my eyes as if she were stuck in a trance.
She snapped herself out of it by quickly returning to her ticket writing, “It’s uhm…not supposed to be here. There is a sign that says so and it is right behind you.”
“Yea I know but I had to make a delivery and I had no place else to put it...” I said, trying to plead my way out of this.
“Sorry,” she said looking back at me, “I am truly sorry...”
With that she handed me my ticket and walked away.
“I didn’t even know they could write tickets for bicycles...” I said to myself as I balled it up and put it in my pocket.
I sighed and unchained my bike from the parking meter. I threw one leg over and straddled the bike as I pulled out another package from my bag and looked at the address.
“
“Hmm,” I thought, “never been there before.”
I put the package back in the bag and headed off down the sidewalk. People were ducking and diving out of my way, forcing a smile to appear on my face. I merged into traffic on the road and headed to my newest destination.
The reason I liked this job so much was because it gave me time to be out in the open instead of behind a desk in an office for 10 hours. In addition to keeping me active and fit, it also gave me a nice tan from being outside so often. My long and slender legs and medium sized, but perky, breasts had guys falling over me left and right. I’ve even known some girls to fall victim to my charm. The thing that seems to catch attention most, however, is my eyes. They are predominantly a sharp grey with a ring of hazel that fades into a thin strip of bright green around the edges. My mother said it was sign of good things to come in my life, but my doctor said it was hereditary. Go figure. Anyway, I had made it to the address on the package relatively safe, no thanks to a guy who almost blind sided me on at a four way intersection. I tied my bike up to a convenient bike rack at the bottom of a massive amount of steps and climbed the steps onto a small platform. It was then I saw the height of the complex I was delivering my package to. It was three sky scraper sized buildings with a flowing fountain in between them and lots of people walking back and forth like ants in a colony. I was taken back for a second, but continued to walk forward. Each building had a different number and it took me two tries to find the right number. It was the tallest of the three buildings and had a large spinning globe perched on the top of its roof, looming over the people below it as if it were to remind them to do their job; or else.
I chuckled to myself, always aware of my odd conspiracy theories when it came to large companies.
I walked into the air conditioned lobby and met eyes with the security clerk. I walked up to her and smiled.
“Where can I find
She looked up at me for a second and surveyed me.
“What is your business with 1108?” she asked suspiciously.
“I’m delivering a package” I replied.
“Packages are left here and delivered by the mailroom attendants.” She said, putting her eyes back down to whatever she was writing.
“Oh, well…this package doesn’t get out of my sight unless the person whose name is on it, signs it for me to see. Sorry, I guess I’ll come back later” I said, knowing that later the rule would be the same.
“Wait,” I heard. I stopped and turned around.
“What is the name on the package?”
I pulled the package out from my bag and read the name aloud.
“Jane C. Meddows...” I said, looking back up as I put the package back into my bag.
The security guard stood up and told me to wait. She picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers before whispering into the phone. She looked up at me and nodded before putting the phone back down.
She stood up and whispered something to the other security guard sitting next to her.
Then she came from around the counter and walked up towards me.
I put my left foot back, bracing myself for impact and trying desperately to remember my training.
“Come with me” she said as she turned and headed towards the row of elevators.
I threw my bag around my shoulders again, and followed her.
We got into an empty elevator and she pushed the button for floor 101.
“Jane Meddows is one of the top executives here,” she began to say, “normally we wouldn’t negotiate with messengers like you and would just inform your manager, however, the package you are carrying seems to be of great importance to Jane.”
I wasn’t worried about them calling my manager, I had stuck to the rules and guidelines he had given me and thus knew I didn’t do anything wrong.
“To tell you the truth though,” she said, “I usually deliver her packages…any excuse to get to see her again...”
I froze. Why was she telling me this stuff?
“You must be wondering why I am telling you this huh?” she asked, turning her head slightly towards me before staring back at the numbers rapidly changing on the display panel in front of us.
“Well, I just thought I’d let you know that I was working on getting her. Just in case you got any ideas...” she said.
“Do I look gay?” I asked with a tone of anger in my voice but also with a hint of curiosity.
“Sometimes it’s not all about looks...” she said as the elevator stopped and someone got on at the 94th floor.
It was an odd silence in the elevator as I weighed the options of continuing the conversation and embarrassing the security guard, or keeping my mouth shut and taking it. I decided to keep my mouth shut. She did mention she was close to whomever I was delivering this package to and this person seemed to be very high up. One wrong word to her and who knows how my potential job prospects might look in the future; I was looking out for my best interest.
The elevator sounded and I noticed she began walking forward, so I did the same and soon we were both walking down a long hallway with picture frames hanging on the wall and many small leather couches on the side.
“I guess it’s good you are such a stubborn person,” she said, “at least this way I get to see her more than just once today”
She let out a large smile and headed forward. We came to a wooden door and she pulled it open via two giant gold handles.
I had to admit I was fully intimidated now.
We walked in and straight ahead there was a table with a woman sitting at it with an earpiece in her ears and typing away.
We walked forward and the security lady, whose name I haven’t caught yet, spoke up.
“Here to see Meddows...” she said, eyeing the lady who then cautiously eyed me.
“One moment,” she said.
I took this second to eye the name tag on the security officer’s jacket. It read, “S. Bennet”
I began to wonder what the S stood for. “
“She’ll be right with you,” the secretary said as she went back to typing on her keyboard, “Have a seat.”
I picked a comfy couch on the other side of the room and sat there as the security guard sat opposite me and tried to straighten up her uniform before her object of affection came into the room.
It was only a few minutes before the doors to my immediate left opened and out came a tall woman dressed in a gray suit. Her slender legs that rose from beneath a fitted grey skirt tucked neatly into her black kitten heels. She was wearing a plain white button up shirt and she had long auburn colored hair that came down to her wings spot. A wings spot, I know it sounds weird, but that is what I call that area right in between your shoulder blades where wings would be if we had them….anyway. From the angle she came in, she was facing directly away from me and I was hidden, almost purposefully on my part, behind a tall plant.
“Where is she?” she said in a slightly impatient tone. I began to be fearful, I knew I had done the right thing but the situation was a bit too intense for me to be calm like I had before I hopped on the elevator.
The security guard pointed and she turned around, her hair floating gently on the air.
My eyes slowly moved up from her legs, over her narrow waist, across her perfect chest and up to her glowing green eyes. I was about to reach for the package when she beckoned me to follow her by saying, “step into my office,”
I followed like a scared child and then it hit me, she was just a woman. She was just a human being like I was. I shouldn’t be afraid of her, plus I could always give her a fake name if it came down to potential jobs being ruined.
“Close the door behind you,” she said, almost sighing as she sat down in her chair behind her desk.
I closed the door and stood there for a moment, ready for my next order. I was about to say something when she beckoned me to have a seat by saying, “Sit down”
And not just a regular, “please, have a seat,” it was more like a forceful, “sit down or else...”
So I sat.
I was about to say something again when she cut in.
“Do you know who I am?” she asked.
“Uhm,” I replied, “Jane Meddows?” I said
“Yes, and what does that name mean to you?”
“It means I have a package that belongs to you”
She sat back for a second and eyed me over.
“A package you say?” she said as if running through her mind for any receipt or memory that she had ordered something to her desk.
All in one second I noticed the flare in her eyes, the moment which a memory came back to her and a smile crept across her face.
“You did know why I was coming up here right? I mean...”
“I told my secretary that I wasn’t to be disturbed but she just said it was urgent…” she said, almost getting angry as she thought about it.
She leaned forward and stared into my eyes, “well, where is it?”’
I reached back into my bag and pulled out the box. I read the name first to make sure it was the right one and gave it to her.
“Can you sign this please?” I said, handing my clipboard to her for her to sign her name.
She signed it and I sighed. It was over.
I stood up and thanked her for taking the time to see me and began to turn around to leave when I heard, “Wait, I’m not done with you,”
“Shit” I thought, the word echoing in my head. I turned around and she motioned for me to have a seat.
“They say that postal services x-ray all the packages to make sure they aren’t bombs these days...” she said, “lots of uproar about it as an infringement of privacy but I think it’s a grand idea…”
She turned me again and smiled, “Do you know what’s in this box?” she asked.
I gulped and replied, “No”
She sat back and smiled, “Good” she said, “You may go now”
I smiled and turned around, more than ready to leave this creepy office with this very intimidating woman.
“Oh,” she said, almost as an afterthought, “what is your name?”
I stopped for a second, should I tell her my real name? Should I give her a fake?
I turned around slowly, trying not to look as if I was contemplating a name for myself.
“Ah never mind, Joyce….”
My eyes opened wide, “How’d you…”
“Well it’s not like it’s on your name tag or anything...” she said sarcastically.
I looked down at my name tag and mentally kicked myself. I may have just ruined any chances I had of working in big buildings like this one. This town was a tight knit one, despite the angry faces and sometimes un-neighborly behavior.
“No worries, Joyce,” she said as she took out a letter opener to open her package, “I just asked because it seems as if I’ll be needing a new secretary and well….if you want the position.. I’ll be more than happy to give it to you” she said.
I stood there shocked for a moment. She didn’t even check my credentials, or ask me for a resume or anything!
“Well?” she said, holding the box closed as if there was something in it she was waiting to be alone to reveal.
“Sure...” I said.
She smiled and reached over and pressed the button on the machine in front of her.
“Martha? Could you come in here real quick?” she said.
“Yes” was the reply.
She looked up at me and smiled.
“I like your style,” she said, as the door behind me opened and Martha walked in, “you don’t take no for an answer. I like that…I like that a lot...”
Martha looked at me and gave me a smile, no doubt knowing a compliment from Ms. Meddows was a trophy in and of itself.
“Martha, you’re fired.” She said, not looking up from the papers she had laying on her desk as she wrote something on it and stuffed them into an envelope, “I expect your papers on my desk before you leave today”
Martha looked shocked. She nodded and walked out, closing the door softly behind her.
“You start tomorrow,” she said with a fake smile, “I expect
you here at
I didn’t know what to say. Had I just cost someone their job when I didn’t really need it? Emotions were running through me but I knew the corporate world was a dog-eat- dog world and something in me told me this was my chance.
“Yes” I said, “I will do that”
She handed me some papers and told me to take them down to the mailroom on my way out. I nodded and turned around, thinking of what I would tell my boss when I told him I realized I hadn’t made a two week notice.
“Oh, by the way..” she said as I reached the door, my hand on the handle, “I assume you have proper work attire?” she asked, staring at my blue shorts and bright orange tank top.
I smiled, “I’m sure I can work something up” I said, knowing that meant I had to go to the local mall and see if they had any suits on sale.
She put her head back down, going back to whatever she was doing before I came and I walked out. The security guard stood up and I looked over in the direction of Martha. She was obviously still in shock, but somehow she still managed to begin packing her things.
“What did you do?” S. Bennett said as she looked at me, walking out with papers that weren’t mine.
“Nothing,” I said in my defense, knowing it was a lie, “but I think I just got offered a job...”
“Did you take it?” she asked.
“Of course I did!”
“So you re taking Martha’s place..?”
Now I didn’t want to sound like I just put Martha out of a job, though in reality I did, so here is where I told a little fib.
“More like, I’m taking an offer for a job position that just opened. From the conversation we had, Martha was already on the bus to pink slip town...”
“Conversation? What did you talk about? Did she mention me? What did she say?”
“No she didn’t mention you,” I said, “we just talked...”
I saw the mailroom window near the elevators and told S. Bennett to hold on for a second. I dropped the papers off and ran onto the elevator. I was down and out in no time and found myself unchaining my bicycle from the rack while thinking about all that just happened.
What DID just happen?
I made my way back to the headquarters and leaned my bicycle up against my locker.
I had just clocked out when I looked at my watch and realized the mall closed in an hour. If I wanted to get a suit tonight, I would have to work fast.
“Joyce, can I talk to you for a sec?” I heard my boss say, peeping his fat little head out of his office door.
“Yea,” I replied.
I walked into his tiny office and shut the door behind me. The sound of the crappy air conditioning filled the room, accompanying the sound of his heavy breathing.
“I got a call from one of the buildings on your route today, said you made a mishap and delivered package that didn’t belong to them. They also said you made a big scene and interrupted valuable work time to deliver it…”
It was then I felt my heart sink, could that have been true?
“You know I can’t have any more mishaps. The department is already cracking down on things like this...” he said, that sad look in his eyes, “I’m sorry but…I’m going to have to let you go.”
I sat down slowly into the seat in front of his desk. Could this be true? And if so, did I still have that job lined up now that I actually need it? Then it clicked. Jane Meddows.
“I’m sorry,” he said again.
I nodded and sighed.
“Okay,” I said, “I’ll go clean out my locker...”
He gave me a sympathetic smile and I walked out. Five minutes later I was packing my car with the junk from my locker and then moved on to securing my bike to the back of my hatchback. Twenty minutes later I was in a local clothing store looking at marked down designer suits.
“I wonder if they have this one in a size 12,” I said to myself as I fumbled through the 25% off rack.
“Oh dear, don’t tell me you are planning on wearing any of these things...”
I quickly turned around to see Jane standing there. She was wearing the same suit from earlier except she had a black bag around her elbow and sunglasses on.
“What…what are you doing here? How-“
“Save the questions for later dear. If you are going to work for me I can’t have you walking around in such…rags”
I looked at the rack for a second and then back at her confused. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Come with me.”
Moments later I found myself in one of the top designer stores. The kind with jackets alone costing at least half a grand.
Jane was walking in front of me, looking at things momentarily before grabbing them off the rack and tossing them back at me.
“If you are going to work for me, you have to look like you have some sense,” she said as she tossed a crème blazer at me. I scraped it off my face and put it in the pile draped neatly across my arms with all the other stuff she threw at me.
“I can’t have you looking like you just walked off the street when clients come in.”
“Well, technically I did just walk off the street,” I said.
She stopped in her tracks and swiveled on her black kitten heels. She looked back at me before walking closer. I froze, surely I had made some mistake and now my head was going to get bitten off.
“Yes…,” she said as she lowered her sunglasses below her eyes, giving me a peak at her cold yet welcoming gaze, “...you did.”
“I don’t think this is me,” I said as she pulled the curtain back and gave me a one over.
“The pants sure are something different, I’m sure you aren’t used to wearing quality fabric dear but you’ll have to trust me on this one.”
I rolled my eyes. I turned around and did the one test that would determine whether I would buy them or not, the ass test.
“Hmm,” I said as I turned my ass in various directions.
“Your ass looks good in those pants,” she said, a fellow female knowing exactly what was on my mind.
“Yeah and-,”
I caught a glimpse of the price tag.
“Holy shit! I can’t afford this. These pants alone are about an entire week’s paycheck!”
“Calm down, it’s on me. After all, it’s as much about your job as mine. Consider it a loan… there will be many ways you can pay it off.”
She gave me this look, as if sizing it up. I should have known then but I suppose I was too naïve to realize.
Three months later I sat at my desk playing a risky game of online chess when I heard it.
“SON OF A BITCH!”
I looked up from my computer and stared at the double mahogany doors with crimson detail that led to Jane’s office. I ignored the outburst and went back to my game. My opponent made a formidable move.
“Wiley bastard,” I whispered beneath my breath.
“Bastards!” I heard again. I looked up towards the door again. I waited for a few seconds, deciding whether to offer assistance or not, before going back to my game. Suddenly, the doors opened and I quickly minimized my window.
Jane came bursting out the door and looked at me.
I looked up at her. We stared at one another for a moment.
“Yes?” I muttered before clearing my throat and repeating myself.
“Get me…no…get that security guard downstairs to get me a cup of coffee.”
I nodded and Jane went back into her office. I picked up the phone and dialed the front desk. S. Bennett picked up.
“Security,”
“Yes, uhm… Jane would like a cup of coffee, her usual.”
“What? I am not her assistant, you are!”
“Yes, yes, I know but she…specifically…asked for you.”
There was silence on the end. I could hear S. Bennett’s heart racing through the phone and from the change of tone in her voice, I could tell she was smiling.
“Oh. For me?...well…okay. I’ll…I’ll get that right up to her”
“Good,” I said.
I hung the phone up and shook my head. I looked over and saw a stack of incoming papers for Jane. I picked them up and walked into her office to deliver them.
“Here are some faxes,” I said, placing them in her incoming stack.
She had her chair turned around, facing the window.
“Thanks,” she said.
I nodded and began to walk away.
“Stay, for a moment...” she said, turning her chair around.
I stopped walking. I knew in the back of my head what it was that she was going to say next. Since the first day I started, Jane had been dropping small hints. She had been flirting with me almost daily. My gut grew heavy and a wave of heat ran over me. Almost in a split reaction I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
“S. Bennett has the hots for you!”
She looked as shocked as I was that I had said that. I covered my mouth as she sat back in her chair and stared at me, almost as if I were a figure of her imagination.
“Uhm, right. I …” she stopped. I had managed to leave Jane Meddows herself, speechless.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “I didn’t mean to blurt that out, I don’t know what came over me.”
Jane stood up and walked around her desk.
“I know exactly what came over you. For some, unknown reason you thought that I was going to ask you a sexual favor. You figured if you tossed another fish into the sea maybe the big mean shark wouldn’t have you for breakfast?”
“No, I…”
“Oh please. Joyce. I know that’s been in the back of your mind since the first day we met. The truth is, you want to jump me but you are too afraid to. What? Do I scare you?”
“No I…”
“Joyce, you might be…surprised to find that I’m not the least bit attracted to you. I mean sure, you’re young and pretty but…you aren’t my type.”
“Well I didn’t thin-,”
“It’s okay. No need to explain. I’m sure there will be enough awkward moments for you, to explore your feelings and come to the solid conclusion that what I am saying it true.”
“But I don-,”
“So tell me…honestly Joyce,”
She got closer to me; her body mere inches from mine.
“You want to fuck me?”
“I-,”
“Here’s your coffee!”
Like a knight in shining armor, S. Bennett stepped through
the door with a cup of
Jane gave me a sinister look and then turned around to walk back to her desk.
“You can leave now Joyce,” she said, waving me off as if I were nothing. I took that chance, or rather order, to make my way out of the room and sit back in my comfortably awkward chair.
As I walked out I over heard a small conversation between the two women.
“Just how you like it, I even made sure that it was still foamy when I got here,”
“Thanks, have a seat. There is something I would like to discuss with you. Oh, Joyce, can you close that door on the way out?”
It was only a few minutes later when I was in the midst of losing my second game of online chess that I heard it. There were distinct moans coming from Jane’s office. I wasn’t sure what it was at first so I got up from my seat and put my ear towards the door.
“Oh yes….right there,” Jane said in a weak but breathy voice.
“You like that? You dirty girl,” was the response from S Bennett.
I stood back surprised and looked around. It was probably the most surreal moment I’ve ever been apart of. I grabbed my coat and bag and headed towards the elevator. I didn’t exactly know where I was going, but it was somewhere far away from the sounds that were coming from that room. I didn’t go back to work that day; I couldn’t bring myself to walk back. So I did the next best thing, I called in sick for the rest of the day.
I took this opportunity to head downtown to a restaurant owned by one of my good friends Michael.
“Guuurrrlll!” Michael said in his flamboyantly bright manner. As soon as he saw me in the suit that Jane bought…excuse me, LOANED me, he nearly shat a brick.
“You are looking good mami!” he shouted between serving a customer their meal, “what brings you down this side of the city?”
He waved for me to sit down at a nearby table. I sat.
“Nothing much, just needed a bit of fresh air.”
“Ah right, since you got that new office job you haven’t been outside much huh? I can tell, you’re looking a little pale”
I wasn’t so sure that was from the lack of sun.
“Can I get you something to eat? Drink? Some water or something?”
I smiled.
“Water is fine.”
He shouted to his partner, Anthony, who ran the bar to get me some water. Anthony sent over one of the waiters with my glass.
“So what’s really going on? I know you didn’t come all the way down here just to see gay ol’ me.”
“Nothing, I just….can I ask you a question?”
“Of course! Go ahead, try me...”
“Well...”
The waiter came on over with my water and I thanked him. I continued what I was saying.
“Do I come off as….gay….to you?
Michael sat back in his chair. He looked at me for a second before he pulled a cigarette from his apron and lit it. He took a long drag on it and exhaled. Then he looked at me again.
“My…my, my, my, my….our little Joycee is growing up.”
“I’m serious!” I shouted at him, disturbing a customer or two around us.
He took another drag of his cigarette and smiled. He leaned forward and grabbed my hand.
“I know hun. I know and you know what I think?”
I looked at him as if begging for him to tell me.
“What does it matter what you come off as? It’s who you are in your heart that makes the difference.”
I leaned back and sighed. Just like a gay man to beat around the bush.
I didn’t get back to my apartment until around
“I was starting to wonder if this is where you slept at night.”
“What are you doing here?” I said, deep down knowing exactly what she was doing.
“Other than enjoying a cigarette?....I was waiting for you to come home.”
“No,” I said, “what are you doing here in my apartment. I mean, how do you even know where I live?”
She smiled again; this time wider as if she was amused by my stupidity. Looking back on it now, it’s slightly amusing to me as well.
“Joyce, you know…”
She outed her cigarette in the ashtray by the window. Then she slowly stood up and straightened out her pencil skirt.
“I just figured out what I like about you. You’re too dense for your own good, almost as if you’ve never been introduced to anything sexual at all.”
I was confused.
“What does you being in my apartment have anything to do with se…”
I stopped myself. Jane smiled again. She came closer to me.
“I came to apologize for my behavior earlier today,” she said, still approaching me calmly and slowly. I backed myself up into the counter behind me.
“I realized that I might have come off a bit stronger than intended.” She stopped right in front of me and looked me over.
“It’s okay,” I said. She looked at me for what seemed like forever. As if we were both awkward teenagers in that moment before our very first kiss. Not moving, only thinking. I found myself drawn to her in that moment. A pull I’ve never felt before in my life.
“You want to kiss me, don’t you?” she said, almost boasting.
I said nothing. We just stared into each other’s eyes. I wondered what my eyes looked like; I wondered if she could see the fear, the longing, any of the new emotions that were running through my veins in that one moment. She moved her body closer to me. Her breasts touched mine, sending a shockwave unlike any other through my body. She tilted her head, her forehead touching mine.
“Do you?” she said, her smile falling to a straight face. She wasn’t boasting anymore, I could tell. She wanted me to want her, just as much as I already did. Her eyes dropped and she closed them.
“Do you?” she asked once more.
My jacket slipped from my hands as I reached up and grabbed her face. She opened her eyes for a slit second before closing them again as our lips met. We paused, reveling in the feeling of flesh touching flesh. Then, we became like cannibals. Wanting that taste of flesh; needing it. I wrapped my arms around her body as she pushed me against the wall. Her hands roamed down from my breasts and onto the sides of my legs before swerving between my thighs. I gasped for air as she rubbed me through my pants.
“What about S. Bennett?” I said.
“What about her?” she replied.
“Aren’t you two…”
She cut me off.
“We aren’t anything but co-workers.”
“But I heard you in the office…”
Jane paused and then smiled. She tilted her head downwards and laughed. She pulled herself away from me and in that moment I regretted even saying anything. She tilted her head towards her bag on the couch and then turned to me.
“I want to show you something,” she said. She walked up towards her bag and pulled out a brown box. It was the same package I had delivered to her the first time we met.
“I have a busy work life,” she said as she walked over to me with the package, “and because of that I don’t have much time for personal enjoyment. Hell, I haven’t had sex in…too long.”
She stopped near the door to my bedroom and turned to look inside. She looked at me and then nodded for me to follow her. Once in my room we sat down on the bed and she set the package down in between the two of us.
“I was getting desperate, to the point where I was going to go out late one night and fuck the first person I saw.”
I looked at the box.
“Thank god I didn’t do that.”
She reached into the box and pulled out a large pink dildo. My eyes opened in shock.
She smiled at this.
“No wonder you were so mysterious about your package!” I said.
“Yes well, it’s kind of embarrassing, don’t you think?”
I laughed.
“Anyway, what you heard was S. Bennett showing me how it works. I wasn’t exactly well informed on how to turn on and put in the batteries to a device as complicated as this. I know she is a part time student studying to become a sex therapist so…”
“Really?” I said in shock.
She nodded.
There was a moment of silence. Jane placed the device back into the box and set it on the floor near the bedpost. She then sat up and looked back at me. We stared at one another for a second.
“So…” she said.
We looked at one another. I looked over and it was the first time I saw her without her tough façade. She was soft and shy and as much as the hard Jane made me tingle inside, the softer Jane fueled my fire. I scooted closer to her and she looked up at me.
“So exactly how long has it been?” I said.
She smiled, “Too long.”
We kissed again. I felt her hand reach down and begin to unbutton my shirt. She pulled away from me and started to kiss my neck. I moaned. She peeled the shirt off of me and threw it to the ground while at the same time pushing me onto my back. Her lips made their way down to my breasts and she reached up and popped one of my breasts out of the cup of my bra. Her tongue ran circles around my nipple and I sighed with glee. I could feel my panties starting to soak like never before. She flipped her hair back out of the way and I reached up and held it in a ponytail for her.
I leaned my head back and reveled in the feeling of her tongue tracing circles around my nipple. Her mouth then engulfed my breast, sucking gently. I was burning up.
She stood up and I sat up on the bed. She began unbuttoning her shirt in front of me. Her jade eyes fixated on mine the entire time. We weren’t looking at each others’ bodies. We were staring directly into each others’ souls, our hearts. Her shirt slipped off revealing a red lace bra. She then popped the bra off and let her 38C sized breasts fall naturally. I began to unbutton my pants and slipped them off, kicking them onto the ground. She followed me and stepped out of her black skirt. We were there, in our underwear. Waiting for each other. She slowly walked up to me and climbed onto the bed. I laid down as she climbed on top of me. We kissed again as my hands slipped down her back and into her panties. I squeezed and caressed her round ass, wanting badly to dip my fingers into her, no doubt, wet pussy.
“I can’t take this anymore,” I said under my breath as she bit the sides of my neck gently.
“Patience,” she whispered, “in due time...”
“I’m on fire.”
“Patience...”
She began kissing down my abdomen slowly before running circles around my navel. She kissed my thighs before spreading my legs and kissing the inside of them. I was soaking wet now and I was sure she could smell how much I wanted her. Her lips got closer to my pussy and I inhaled. Her tongue caressed me through my panties and I pumped my hips. I couldn’t feel much, but what I could feel was a horrible tease. She came back up and kissed me on the lips. Then she sat back and peeled off my panties. She through them to the ground and look down at me completely nude. She smiled. She looked into my eyes and I turned my eyes away from her. She moved her head to catch my eyes again.
“What’s wrong?”She said.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Don’t be afraid,” She said as she leaned down and began kissing my abdomen again. Her eyes locked onto mine. She began to descend and my heart raced even faster than it already was. Her tongue traced itself along my mound and on the side of my lips. I rocked my hips. I wanted to beg for it, but I already knew Jane had made up her mind already and no amount of begging would change that. She grabbed the lips of my pussy with her mouth and sucked on them. I rocked my hips. She brought her hand forward, spread my lips and then drove her tongue into my pussy. I let out a sigh. A sigh of both pleasure and relief. I moaned as her tongue danced around my clit. I moaned as her tongue dove into my pussy. She stood up, almost too soon for me, and took off her panties. Then she climbed up onto the bed and straddled me backwards. Her pussy hovered over my face as she continued to lick me in ways I’d never been licked. I pulled her ass closer to my face and began to run my tongue around her lips. I opened her up to see her pussy glistening with the juices she had created. I stuck my tongue out and began to trace circles inside of her. She moaned into my pussy every once in a while which assured me that I was doing the job. She rocked her hips onto my face as I got into a pattern. She stopped licking me and sat up straight on my face. She rode my face, her head leaning back in pleasure. She moaned loudly and I grabbed her hips to hold on. Her hands rested on my abdomen as she rode my face faster.
“I’m going to cum,” she said breathily. Her moans came louder and were followed by curse words.
“Fuck...” she said.
“Oh god,” she cried.
Her body began to shake and she let out a strained moan. Juices began to flow out of her and onto my face as she rode faster. I struggled to keep up. As soon as it happened, it was over and Jane was still. She leaned forward and rolled off of me onto the spot beside me. She was covered in sweat and I laid there confused about what to do next. We both laid there for a second breathing heavily. I rolled over and grabbed a t-shirt off the floor. I used it to wipe my face. She turned to me and smiled.
“Sorry about that, sometimes I get carried away,”
I turned to her, “it’s okay…”
I turned to look back at the ceiling. It was an awkward moment to say the least. She sat up and faced me. I looked at her and she laughed. The harder she laughed, the harder I smiled which eventually led to me laughing as well.
“What’s so funny?” I said, smiling.
“Your face,” she said, “the look you have on your face.”
“What look?”
She turned to me and shook her head.
“Nothing,” she said as she leaned in to kiss me.
She straddled me and I put my hand on her back, running it down her smooth skin and onto her ass. We kissed passionately for a moment before she moved down to my neck. I moaned as she kissed and nibbled. I leaned my head back and closed me eyes. I ground my hips against her, our pussies touching and grinding. I moaned. She stood up and got off the bed. I looked at her and she held her finger up.
“Be right back,”
I threw my head back and sighed. She was playing games with me it seemed like. I scooted up on the bed and leaned back against the head board. I heard some noise in the kitchen and she came back with a cup of ice.
I looked at her oddly, “were you thirsty?” I said.
She smiled and shook her head.
“You just shut up and close your eyes.”
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. I felt a cold sensation, followed by a warm one on my chest. She had popped and ice cube into her mouth and was kissing me all over. I moaned in this new feeling. It felt unbelievable good. Her mouth encased one of my nipples and I let out a loud moan as it fell into an odd combination of warm and cold. I felt myself getting close with just this. The ice cube melted after she moved to my other breast but her mouth was still cold. I opened my eyes and looked down at her seconds before her mouth made contact with my pussy.
“Oh God!” I screamed as she licked me with her cold tongue.
“Holy shit!” was my next expletive.
“You like that?” she said as she danced her tongue around my clit. All I could manage to do was moan. I tilted my head back and rocked my hips against her face. She licked her fingers and slowly inserted them into my pussy. I inhaled. She gasped. She looked up at me and removed her fingers. She sat back for a second and I looked at her.
“You….” She said.
“You’re a virgin?”
I nodded.
“And you couldn’t have told me this before?” she asked.
“You never asked me.”
She looked around as if debating whether she should leave. I didn’t want her to, not like this. Not with the condition I was in. I needed her to finish the job…badly.
“Look I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…I was afraid to.”
She looked at me and smiled. She came closer and put her hands on my shoulder.
“It’s okay…” she said. We kissed again and she popped an ice cube into her mouth.
“I must warn you though,” she said. I was hard to decipher though with the ice in her mouth, “This might hurt a bit…”
I nodded. I already knew that.
She spit the ice cube back into the cup and began licking my pussy again. I moaned and set my head back. Her lips attached themselves to my clit and she began to suck on it. I was on the verge of cumming. My body was shaking and I couldn’t stop moaning it felt so good. She licked her fingers and inserted them into my pussy. I looked down at her and she looked back up at me. I nodded and she nodded back. It wasn’t long until she felt resistance but she kept going anyway. It was painful, very much so but once it was over I didn’t feel anything at all.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said. She smiled and slowly pulled her fingers back. She began to slowly fuck me with them. It was painful, but it felt good at the same time. I tilted my head back and tried to focus on the good. It wasn’t long until I was moaning again. Her tongue began to trace circles around my clit once more. I rocked my hips as she began to fuck me faster. I moaned and I could hear how wet my pussy was for her. I closed my eyes as my body shook and an intense orgasm ripped through me. I arched my back as if being pulled towards the sky by my heart and let out a strained moan. She fucked me faster and the faster she did it, the louder the moan until I no longer had any energy to move, moan or even cry. My eyes dripped with tears but of their own accord. She slowly pulled her fingers out and licked them. She gently licked my pussy for a few moments afterward, my body shook with pleasure and I pulled her away. I laid there, my eyes closed and my body weak. I turned my head towards the door and opened my eyes slowly. I saw the package I had delivered to her only months ago and was unaware that I had delivered love right to my front door.
“How was that?” she said as she laid down next to me, wrapping her arms around my chest. I moved my mouth, but I couldn’t create a sound. I was too tired. She giggled and kissed me on the forehead before kissing my neck. She ran her hands over my body and my skin quivered beneath her touch. She seemed to revel in my sensitivity.
She wrapped her arms around me again and threw her leg over my hips as she cuddled close. I laid there in pure ecstasy for a minute before I slowly fell asleep in her arms.
I still work for Jane. She still is a controlling bitch at work and S. Bennett still has the hots for her. Sometimes I wonder how I can put up with her personality, but everyday when she comes home with me I can see the other side of Jane and realize there is no way that I can’t possibly love her. I remember back to the first day I met her and I laugh. I had no idea then that soon, every night, I would fall asleep in her arms.