Date: Sat, 25 Oct 2008 04:29:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dan Theman <dan_102000@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: No Ordinary Day - Part 2

Thanks to those who responded with encouragement. I'm trying my hand at
further sequels, hopefully they will keep you entertained. As always, any
comments, please forward to dan_102000@yahoo.com.au

Please don't copy this original work without permission.



Once more, I awoke to rays of painted light across the inside of my
eyelids. Was it a dream, I wondered? No, the events of yesterday had been
real. I had, embarassingly, spilled a grande latte all over a very
important client at work. What's more, that really sweet and lovely,
important client, had kissed me in spite of this when I later ran into him
on the street.

Immediately I smiled, thinking of the way his perfectly soft lips had
touched mine, with just the right amount of pressure. The way he had so
carefully placed my glasses back on my nose. The way his electric blue eyes
had drilled into me, seeing past my clumsiness, and then the way he had
winked at me, as if we shared a private joke. My cock started to harden, as
I thought about the way he had held me in his muscular arms. The way his
shirt clearly showed the definition of his muscled chest.

With these thoughts of pure ecstacy in my head, I sat bolt upright and
almost jumped a foot into the air when my damned alarm finally gave it's
piercing shriek. It was time to get up, even if all I really wanted to do
was lay in bed and think of him some more. I rose and immediately looked
down at my hard cock poking through the fly in my boxers. I pulled them
down and started caressing my dick, thinking of Andy. I closed my eyes and
pictured the small smile on his lips as we'd talked on the street. His
strong hands as they'd held me upright after charging into him and dousing
his shirt with coffee. His lips, just the right shade of pink as they came
towards me.

I watched myself in the mirror, slowly jacking up and down. I watched as my
tiny muscles stood out in my white skin on my chest. I strained my stomach
muscles, and for a moment, I had a six pack! It wasn't long before I
came. Strings of milky white cum burst forth from my cock into the old
t-shirt I had ready to catch them. I spent a moment, milking my now
softening cock, savouring the moment of pure joy. I briskly wiped myself
down, and whistling (or really, just attempting to...) made my way to the
shower. After getting dressed, today in a green sweater with white shirt, I
grabbed a breakfast bar on my way out the door and dashed down the stairs
of the metro station. I couldn't help but notice that I was grinning the
whole time.

I arrived at work decidedly upbeat and managed to reach my desk without
running into anyone. When I reached my workstation, Derrick, Alanna and Sam
were all huddled around the central table, talking excitedly. "Hey guys,
w..what's going on?" I asked.

Immediately they all turned towards me and I caught a glimpse of colour on
the table behind them. Alanna and Sam were smiling and Derrick had an 'I
told you so' look on his face that I knew very well. "What's on the
t..table?" I asked nervously. I always despised my stuttering, but had
slowly grown used to it over the years.

Sam stepped aside and revealed a glass vase with the most beautiful
arrangement of flowers I'd ever seen. It was huge and clearly very
expensive. Underneath the flowers, next to the vase on the table was a
take-away coffee cup. Clearly it had just arrived because I could see steam
rising in spirals from the hole in the lid. My mouth was open in awe, and I
stepped towards the table, hardly believing what I was seeing. Sam, Derrick
and Alanna crowded in behind me, and Sam pointed to a small envelope next
to the coffee, with my name inscribed in elegant writing.

"Open it!" She hissed at me. "It has to be from that Andrew Duncan guy!"

Derrick and Alanna were nodding in agreement. The three of them stood over
my shoulder as I broke the seal on the envelope and pulled out a small
card. Written in the same elegant script was the message "Since you never
got to drink yours, I thought I owed you one. Andy." Underneath was a phone
number and the words, "Call me."

I could hear Alanna and Sam snickering behind me, and even Derrick seemed
to be impressed. I lifted the latte and took a sip. It was perfect,
'typical' I thought, 'he probably couldn't screw up if he wanted
to'. Behind me I heard the sound of unmistakable shoes. I froze, the latte
halfway to my lips for a second sip. I slowly replaced it on the table and
turned around. I could see between Alanna's and Derrick's shoulders that
the Monster had arrived to break up our little party.

"What, pray tell, is going on here?" she asked. Her tone dripped with
disdain. To their credit, my three amigos put up a valiant effort, but even
they couldn't stand against the Monster when she had the blood in her
nostrils. Slowly, one by one they crumbled, Wendy glided through as if
parting the Red Sea, until it was only me standing in front of her, my back
to the glorious flowers.

Wendy sniffed, as if she smelled something foul, and then peered around my
shoulder to see the beautiful blooms placed so elegantly in the glass
vase. She was so close, I could once again smell the reek of stale coffee
and tobacco. I grimaced involuntarily. The accompanying card rested in the
palm of my hand, safely hidden, for now.

The Monster stiffened at the sight of the flowers and coffee and
immediately shifted her icy glare to me. I was relieved really, afraid that
the flowers might begin to wilt under that frosty gaze. I certainly did. My
feet shifted, my shoulders hunched forward and I folded my hands in front
of me. I even looked down at the carpet. Wendy was wearing the same ugly
shoes. A different colour, but still awful. All of my earlier happiness and
excitement vanished like mist in the hot sun.

Wendy's red smeared lips seperated and her yellow, almost serrated teeth
showed. It took me a moment to realise she was smiling. "Well, Zach. It
looks like someone has a secret admirer." Her 'smile' disappeared. "Who do
you think it might be?" With each word her tone insinuated what she thought
was the obvious; that no one could possibly think me worthy of admiration,
secret or otherwise. The very notion was ridiculous! I could see her eyes
dancing with delight as she watched me squirm under her scrutiny. Her lips
stretched again into her semblance of a smile. She enjoyed the effect she
had on me, and I was powerless to resist.

As she waited to hear my response, tapping her foot on the carpet
impatiently, I realised; she was right. Andy had obviously sent me these
flowers because he felt sorry for me. It was almost certainly why he'd
kissed me yesterday. Just pity, really. In that moment, my mind flashed
back 8 years, to when my parents had died. In the sharpness of black and
white, my mind replayed the scenes from those dark days forever seared into
my memory. The looks of sympathy had almost driven me insane. I didn't need
any more. My left hand tightened into a fist, crushing the delicate paper
inside. "I have no idea, Wendy. None...none at all." And I was telling the
truth; for who indeed, would secretly admire me?


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The rest of my morning was spent in front of my computer, playing around
with some ad ideas. My friends had their backs to me for the most part,
sensing my mood, however I knew they would also be looking over their
shoulders at me with pity. I'd dumped the flowers in a corner of the pod
behind some desk files so that it wasn't really visible because seeing them
did not help. Finally, lunch time came; I could escape. I got up from my
desk and mumbled that I was going out to get lunch and that I'd pick up the
ususal. Sam, Alanna and Derrick all looked at my with varying degrees of
sympathy, and I resolved to take extra long to clear my head.

As I rode the elevator down I reflected on that mornings incident with
Wendy. I couldn't even summon up frustration at the way she treated me. All
I could feel was anger with myself, for being so weak. So soft. After
telling her that I didn't know who sent them, Wendy laughed and performed
her trademark turn, almost whipping my face with her ponytail. I sat down,
but my eyes followed her and I could see her joking and laughing with one
of the other execs. They were both looking and gesturing in my
direction. How I hated myself for letting her get to me this way.

The elevator doors opened in front of me and I stepped out into the
lobby. I hugged my coat around me as I walked outside and made my way over
to the sandwich bar. The girl at the counter, Tracy, knew me by now and
could take my order without asking. I waited for her to prepare the
packages while leaning against the wall of the shop.

"You know, it's customary to call and say 'thank you' when someone sends
you flowers." I instantly froze whilst my brain moved at lightspeed. My
eyes shifted in their sockets to the right, and then I immediately looked
straight ahead. Andy was leaning against the wall next to me. I hadn't even
noticed him approach. In my brief glimpse he was smiling casually. He was
again dressed impeccably in a dark suit with a white shirt and blue tie
that matched his eyes beautifully. He was stunning.

I licked my suddenly dry lips and swallowed, cursing myself all the
while. Why was I never able to control my emotions? "Um, well, I'm
sorry... th.. thankyou for the flowers." I managed to push out. I was
staring at the concrete now. I knew that being so bloody self conscious was
definitely NOT attractive, but I didn't care. I was so ashamed to have
thought that this man, this gorgeous man, could possibly be genuinely
interested in me. Who would be so dumb to want a stuttering fool?

"Well, you're welcome. I don't just send them to anybody you know..." his
voice trailed off. I could hear the smile slide from his lips. "What's
wrong? Why won't you look at me?" His soft voice sounded hurt and I
couldn't look away.

I turned my face up to meet his, and it was like looking into the sun. I
felt warmed and burned at the same time. The intensity of his brilliant
blue eyes drew me in, and yet I sensed that if I looked too long, I might
lose myself.

"That's better," he whispered, the smile once again on his lips. "You know,
I'm not used to people turning me down, so please don't say no to my next
proprosal, because it might hurt my feelings." The twinkle in Andy's eye
suggested this was said with mock seriousness.

I couldn't imagine anyone saying 'no' to anything Andy might suggest, so I
nodded sagely. "Well, what's the p..proposal? I guess in all fairness, I
c..can't say no without hearing it first, at least." My heart started to
beat a little faster. "Particularly since you seem to be st..stalking me."
I raised one eyebrow quizically. I couldn't help but be a little more
confident when Andy turned that smile my way.

"Well, I'm glad you're so fair minded. Stalking requires a lot of effort."
He responded, not missing a beat. "Firstly, I was thinking, maybe we could
grab dinner and a drink sometime?"

Instantly I could feel my heart pounding at my rib-cage. "Hmm, are you
asking me..." I gulped involuntarily, "...on a date?" I narrowed my eyes. I
still couldn't completely wash away the feeling that Andy was asking me out
due to some perverse need to be a do-gooder, but at that moment, I didn't
really care.

He pushed off the wall and walked around to stand in front of me as I asked
him the question, and now he let out a laugh. "Well," he said, between
chuckles, "I guess I am. Is that ok?"

Two could play at this game, I thought to myself. I wasn't going to make it
easy for him... In hindsight, it was my subconscious I suppose, pushing him
away. "Yeah, I suppose. Dep..depends really, I have a pretty full
schedule." I enjoyed the prospect of teasing this man who seemed to have
everything.

Andy's raised one eyebrow delicately, and narrowed his eyes
suspiciously. He was very perceptive. "Is that so...? Well, tell me when
you're available, then. I'll fit in with you."

I couldn't stop myself from challenging him, trying to make it as difficult
as possible. Of course, I didn't see this at the time, I simply thought I
was being cheeky... "Well, um...how about tonight. I get off work
at... about 7pm. There's a gr..great place around the corner..."

Andy's face broke out in a huge smile. His eyes were absoloutely dancing,
and just for that moment, I began to believe that maybe he truly was
interested in me.

"Hey, Zach!" I turned to the sound of the Tracy, the sandwich bar
attendant, calling my name. "Your order's ready!" She'd left the packages
on the counter.

I whirled immediately, intent on grabbing the sandwiches before some
enterprising person decided to snatch them. In my usual style though, I
couldn't quite pull it off, and my clumsiness made me trip over my own
feet. I watched the pavement draw closer to my face knowing I was powerless
to stop my fall.

Suddenly, my arm jerked and I was upright, regaining my balance. I looked
to my right and Andy was standing there, chuckling madly, both hands around
my upper arm.

"You...you caught me." I stated the obvious.

He was clearly unable to cease his amusement. "Of course!" He
replied. "I've had practice!"



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I returned to work in much better spirits, determined just to get through
the day. If Sam, Alanna and Derrick noticed the dramatic change in my mood,
they said nothing. We all got on with our work and before long we were
cracking jokes and having a quiet laugh as usual.

I could see Wendy peering over occasionally, clearly perplexed that I
wasn't hiding under my desk in sheer embarassment. My encounter with Andy
had rejuvenated me and given me a robustness I couldn't imagine. The fact
that he, of all people, wanted to take me out on a date. Well, it was the
best confidence boost a guy could get.

During the final hour of work, I was continually watching the clock on my
desk, and as the hands got closer to the 7pm mark, my entire body started
progressively tingling with anticipation. I was turning into one giant ball
of nerves. As those hands continued their slow and stately march, one by
one, Sam, Derrick and then Alanna left the office. I had purposely picked a
time I thought everyone would have left by. I didn't want anyone to know,
in case things went badly.

I carefully packed my satchel, slid into my coat, and used Alanna's desk
mirror to check my hair before I silently rode the elevator down to the
ground floor at exactly 7pm. There, leaning against the wall on the far
side of the lobby was Andy. He had changed from a suit and tie into
something more casual, but he still looked stunning. His suit pants had
been replaced with dark blue jeans that sat neatly over pointy shoes. He
wore a pristine white tee-shirt underneath what was clearly a very good
quality cashmere sweater. To top it off he wore a suede jacket and a long
scarf was casually looped around his neck.

Even thought I was wearing a pretty nice shirt and sweater over my slacks,
I felt like a scrunched up version of my morning self next to this
ultra-cool man who was easily model material.

As I shuffled towards him, Andy pushed off the wall and shoved his hands in
his jeans pockets, smiling awkwardly. I reached him and stopped about 3
feet away, nervously scuffing my shoe against the pristine white tiles of
the floor.

I looked up and meet Andy's toothy smile with a tentative one of my
own. "Shall we go?" he asked, his head was slightly tilted as he examined
me. I nodded shyly and started to walk towards the exit. I could hear his
shoes striking the floor sharply as he leaped to catch up and kept pace
easily at my side as we exited the building and turned left to head down
the street.

We walked in silence, and I covertly shot Andy secretive glances under my
lashes trying to gauge his mood. He seemed content for us to be quiet for
now and walked confidently down the street next to me. Within 3 minutes we
reached the place I had mentioned. I liked it because it had great Italian
food and was quiet. Being a weeknight, it wasn't too busy and we were
seated at a table without any trouble.

As I sat opposite Andy, I couldn't resist the opportunity to closely
examine his face. His dark hair didn't indicate any signs of imminent loss
and clearly he looked after his skin. It was beautifully clear and dark
lashes framed the eyes that I had become fiercly attracted to.

At that moment, his eyes met mine and I smiled in an embarassed way and
looked down at my menu. "So," I heard him say, "what's good to eat here?"

I looked up again to see him smiling at me. My breath caught in my throat
for a moment before I was able to respond. "Well, I w..would generally go
for a pasta or r..risotto dish. They're generally great."

"Sounds good," he responded. He picked up his menu and started looking
through, breaking the spell his eyes had cast on me.

A waitress with long blonde hair held high in a ponytail sauntered over to
our table. She was reasonably attractive, as women went, and I could see
she was clearly enamoured of Andy. Well, I asked myself, who wouldn't be?

I was watching closely, and Andy seemed not to notice her arrival. She was
beaming widely at him and had turned her hips ever so slightly in his
direction. She was completely uninterested in me... something I was used
to. I was immediately proved wrong about Andy as he looked up at the
waitress and was completely unsuprised to see her there. His eyes turned in
my direction, and asked; "white wine ok with you?"

"Sure," I answered, eager to be compliant. Ha!

Andy glanced briefly at the waitress and ordered a bottle of wine I'd never
before heard of. He handed her the menu without looking at her and turned
his attention to me once more. "Are you ready to order?"

I nodded my assent and we placed our orders with our now slightly petulant
waitress. As she stalked away from the table I couldn't help but follow her
with my eyes. I looked back at Andy who was again staring at me. "I...I
don't think she's happy that you didn't pay her any..any attention." I
remarked, teasing him.

Andy furrowed his brow ever so slightly. "Why would I do that, when I
already have what I want right here?" He looked straight at me.

I closed my mouth, mentally brushing the comment aside, and matched his
stare. "So Andy, you kn..know exactly what it is that I do. I know about
the c..company you work for, but I don't really know much about you."

Andy smiled quirkily. "You mean, you didn't Google my name the instant you
had time?" he asked, clearly suprised. "Most people I meet seem to know
more about me than I do, this is slightly refreshing."

I started to feel a blush creep up my cheeks. I suddenly fiercly wished I
HAD Googled him, just so I would have the inside edge. "Well, I...I guess
I'm not m...most people." I stammered. I couldn't help this side effect of
my embarassment; my stammering seemed to get even worse than normal. Andy,
to his credit, effected not to notice.

"Well, the company's my life really. My family built it from the ground up,
and now I run it." Andy rushed through this description as if trying to
gloss over it really quickly. "It's hard work, but I enjoy it."

I had started to chew on some bread the waitress had deposited on the
table. I immediately stopped chewing and swallowed hard. Andy RAN the
company? And from what he was saying, his family owned it too? Surely that
was impossible. The research I had done suggested that Andy's company was
worth billions.

Clearly Andy immediately recognised the look on my face. He seemed to be
waiting for a particular reaction of some sort, and when I resumed chewing
and didn't give it, he seemed to relax.

After that the night progressed well. We talked about all of the 'safe'
subjects. Where we had gone to school, our favourite sports, (well Andy's
as I didn't really have any!), a little bit about our families. I told Andy
my parents had died when I was 16, and he seemed genuinely empathetic. Try
as I might, I could detect no trace of sympathy in the look he gave me, and
I too started to relax.

I learned Andy was 28, and whilst he was pretty young to be running the
family business, his qualifications from a top school, as well as learning
everything about the company from his father had enabled him to smoothly
take over when his father became ill. I learned that he had two siblings,
an older brother and younger sister, both of whom also had important
positions within the family business. As I listened to him talk with
passion about his family, my heart started to ache.

I was an only child, and while my parents had been very loving and caring,
I had always craved the wonderful feeling of security I believed a family
could provide. We talked late into the night, and the staff had long
cleared our plates and were obviously getting ready to close up for the
night. Chairs were being put on the tables so that they could mop and Andy
and I were the only customers in the restaurant.

Our blonde waitress had long given up on attracting Andy's attention and
she sauntered over to the table rather casually now. Andy frowned at the
interruption when she placed a black faux leather folder on the
tablecloth. "Thanks guys," she said rather casually, "we're closing up
now." Andy and I both reached into our coats at the same time. I pulled out
my rather battered MasterCard from my wallet and proceeded to reach for the
bill. Andy however, was a lot quicker than I was.

"Thanks for letting us know, I guess we lost track of time." He directed
his comment to the waitress however was looking at me, daring me to object
with his eyes, as he slipped what looked like an all black card next to the
bill and handed it to her.

She opened the folder and stared inside for a moment, her mouth slightly
agape. A moment later, she recovered herself and briskly walked off, her
step noticably bouncier. I frowned after her, totally oblivious, and gave
Andy a mock glare. "You should've let m..me pay," I said. "It's the least I
co..could do for spilling my co..coffee all over your shirt."

Andy flashed his teeth at me. "You get it next time, then," and winked. As
we both stood up and put on our coats, the waitress returned with the slip
for Andy to sign and his card. As she took the folder back from him, she
stepped back and did the most curious thing, she seemed to be almost
bobbing a curtsey of some kind! She was beaming in awe at Andy! As I stared
in wonderment at this behaviour, Andy gently shooed her away and guided me
towards the door. I twisted my head around as we walked out to see that all
the remaining staff had stopped what they were doing and were watching
avidly as we left.

"W..what was THAT about?" I asked Andy in utter astonishment. "I m..mean, I
know I'm a regular, b..but they've never treated me like th..that!" My
mouth was slightly open as the staff continued to track our progress as we
walked past the window down the street.

"Never mind," said Andy. He seemed to be trying to ignore the whole
thing. "Some people are easily impressed." There was a wry twist to his
lips. He stopped walking and turned towards me. "Do you want to get a
drink?" His eyes were like a puppys; almost begging me, clearly without
wanting to seem too desperate.

I was astonished that this seemed to be the way that Andy was with me. True
we had gotten along really well at dinner. Andy had a very tactful way of
drawing things out of me that I rarely talked about. I didn't even realise
he was doing it half the time. There were hardly any moments where one of
us was not talking, and even then, it was generally because we needed to
chew!

I'd had a really great time with Andy, but I also felt exhausted. It was
late, and my nerves were shredded from simply sitting across the table from
such a captivating man, trying not to make an idiot out of myself. "I'd
l..love to Andy, but I have an early morning tomorrow, a..and I'm really
beat." Immediately I regretted the words, Andy's face fell ever so slightly
before breaking out into a small smile.

"Well, how about a drink after work tomorrow night, then?" Andy
persisted. It was doubly hard to say no to Andy after disappointing him, so
I didn't even try.

I smiled right back and said as casually as possible, "Sure thing. I'm
pretty certain I can get off at 5 tomorrow night. How's that?"

"Perfect," he responded. Smiling once more, we started walking again. "Can
I give you a lift home?" he asked.

"Thanks," I responded, "but it's really out of your way." During
conversation, I'd learned that Andy lived in an apartment within the
city. My apartment wasn't too far out, but it would definitely
inconvenience Andy.

"It's no trouble at all!" Andy pulled a Blackberry from his pocket and
punched a few keys. A moment later he was replacing it. "Our ride will be
here any moment."

Sure enough, not a minute later, a black sedan made it's way up the street
and pulled up next to the curb alongside us. Andy didn't hesitate to open
the door and beckon for me to jump inside. I did so a little awkwardly, my
clumsiness returning. I managed to get inside without falling on the
seat. Andy jumped in behind me with no trouble at all.

I realised this was no ordinary sedan. It was more of a limousine, just not
a stretch size. The seats were super comfortable leather, and there were
several things one would definately not expect to find in most cars. The
driver was a barely visible shadow through frosted glass.

Andy pressed a button on the ceiling and said hello to 'Luke', (whom I
presumed was the driver). He asked me to give my address to Luke and once
I'd finished, I could see the vague outline of a man giving a quick salute
behind the glass.

As the car pulled smoothly away from the curb, I leaned back into the seat
and realised that Andy was sitting so close to me that we were shoulder to
shoulder. I could feel the hard muscles on his arm as my arm and shoulder
rubbed his as I settled myself in.

A moment later it registered that our hips were touching too, and our
knees. I knew this was silly as it had been obvious when I got into the car
that there was plenty of room on the rear seat for at least three people! I
looked past Andy and realised, that while I had made my way to the far
corner of the car, he had in fact placed himself in the middle of the
seat. There was plenty of room on his other side. I shook my head ruefully
and proceeded to look out the window at the streets as we passed by.

A moment later, I felt a tug at my shirt. It had gotten caught under Andy's
body as he turned to face me in the seat. His knee was well and truly
against mine, our thighs together and he raised his left arm to place his
elbow on the back of the seat and turned his chest towards me.

I looked down at our thighs touching and then up at Andy. As always, he was
smiling and examining me, this time, clearly waiting for my reaction. My
heart thumping in my chest, I slowly turned as much as I could to face
him. Our faces were so close I could smell his breath again. It smelled
clean and fresh, even after our dinner. I realised mine would smell of
onion from the rich risotto I had consumed. I tried to breathe as little as
possible, however this seemed to be at odds with the needs of my body as my
heart beat thunderously, trying to get what little oxygen it had around my
body.

My hands were fidgeting in my lap. Andy moved his arm over and took my
right hand in his. It seemed to fit perfectly in the palm of his hand as if
they were made for eachother. I looked down at our hands, simply holding
eachother and resting on our thighs, so close together. I closed my eyes
and felt Andy's warm breath on my neck as he moved closer, if that was
possible! Slowly my cock came alive and started to harden in my shorts.

With careful slowness, Andy's lips kissed my neck, just below my
ear. Immediately I felt tingles like soft electricity on my skin. I was
sure my pulse against his lips would be an obvious give away to my
excitement. Gently, his kisses migrated across my cheek and eventually to
the corner of my mouth.

In a moment of bliss, Andy's lips connected with mine. For a moment there
was awkwardness whilst he removed my glasses, and then I could feel his
tongue gently pressing. I opened my lips and allowed him in arching my back
slightly as his left arm encircled my shoulders, pulling my chest close to
his. His silky tongue gently explored my mouth, as his arm held me fast
against his lean chest. I could feel the steel of his muscles through his
clothes and my left hand lifted of it's own accord to run my fingers
through his short hair and tickle the edge of his ear.

We kissed passionately for several minutes, only occasionally coming up for
air. Afterwards, Andy released his trademark smile on me and with a peck on
my nose, put my glasses back on and pulled me into the circle of his arms,
my head resting on his collarbone. Both of his arms were around my
shoulders and I leaned back into his chest, as I relaxed even more.

Just as I settled, I felt something in the small of my back. I shifted
delicately and resettled myself but it was still there. I quickly sat up
and looked around to see what was going on. Andy was looking at me as
embarassed as I'd ever seen him. His bottom lip was caught in his teeth and
his eyebrows were raised. Andy's eyes fell to his lap, and I shifted my
gaze wordlessly to follow. There, along one leg of his jeans, it was clear
that Andy had a massive boner.

For a moment, I was speechless, and then I burst out laughing! Andy looked
at me in shock and then he too started laughing right along with me.


End of Part 2.

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