After the Asshole
"FUCK YOU you stupid, ungrateful MOTHERFUCKER!"
I stood in the doorway between my bedroom and the living room, yelling at the top of my lungs. Over by the door, my boyfriend crouched down, one knee on the floor as he cowered in abject fear of further damage. The picture frame that had just recently bounced off his arm now lay in two pieces on the floor a few feet away from him. The miniature wooden dutch shoes I'd picked up in Amsterdam had hit him square in the back and were now next to his right ankle.
Presently, the stupid turd looked up and realized that I no longer had any missile- shaped objects in my hands. So the cowardly bastard took the opportunity to half-crawl over to the door and then flee out of it lest I stop to reload and continue my aerial assault.
"Good fucking riddance!" I yelled a final time. And just for good measure, I grabbed my cell phone off the DVD cabinet beside me and sent it hurtling toward the now-closed door. The flimsy piece of plastic and electronics shattered quite prettily against the hard wood, coming apart in three distinct chunks along with a variety of tiny little plastic and metal bits.
Only then did I stop and take a deep breath, hunching forward with my hands on my knees for support. If my boyfriend were still in the room, he would've had a magnificent view of my fabulous tits hanging down in my scoop-necked top. 34DDs, firm, and perfectly shaped: my boobs were my best asset and we both knew it. But he wasn't here. And he couldn't see them anymore. Never again. Serves him fucking right.
I suddenly felt very tired. My shoulders slumped. I panted from the recent exertion. And shaking my head, I turned and headed back into my bedroom only to flop haphazardly onto my back across the bed. Once comfortable, I let my arms splay out to the sides as I caught my breath and stared at the ceiling.
I suppose it was partially my fault. I never should have invited that cute blonde Melissa into our bed. I mean, yeah, I was horny and craving some pussy. But maybe I should have just left it as the one time stand. I should have known it would be a mistake to invite her for a repeat. But she was just so fucking... tasty ... that I couldn't resist wanting an encore ... and then another ... and then another.
Or maybe I just should have picked a less attractive girl. I know I'm not a knockout babe and Melissa IS prettier than me. I'm a size 6 and she's a size 2. It is what it is. I should have known my boyfriend would start fantasizing more about her instead of me. After all, it had happened before. My first boyfriend was now engaged to my ex-roommate, the "hotter roommate". And on top of being the prettier girl, Melissa was "new pussy", always more alluring to a male than the old pussy.
Still, Chad should have known better. We talked about Zodiac-Astrology all the time. I'm a Taurus. I'm stubborn, dedicated, sensual, and loyal. I'm slow to anger, but once you really get me going, I can get fucking ENRAGED. We were together almost a year. He knew this about me. He knew all he had to do was be honest and mature about it. Hell, I would have LET him fuck Melissa on the side if he'd just TOLD me about it instead of trying to hide it!
But nooo, Chad tried to hide his affair. Getting together as a threesome every couple of weeks wasn't enough for him. He had to tell me he was out bowling with his buddies when he was actually sneaking her into his apartment. FUCK! If you're that fucking horny, just invite the damn girl over to MY place!
I suppose I should have known better. I always want to see the good in people, especially handsome men. I always want to believe they're mature adults who can handle my sexual peccadilloes. I'm horny. I like girls. I like sharing girls. And I'm always horny! You'd think a guy would bend over backwards to keep someone like me!
But no, Chad was a narcissistic moron. He did nothing to make me happy and everything to make himself happy. Yeah, he was handsome and had a big dick and could screw for hours on end. He'd even fucked me quite well last night, back before I knew he was a lying, cheating bastard. But all he ever cared about was himself, oblivious to how he might be upsetting his girlfriend.
Hell, he wasn't even smart enough to keep from upsetting Melissa, which was why she called me this morning to tell me she'd been sleeping with my boyfriend behind my back. That was when I picked up the picture frame and started throwing things at him.
Actually, this was all David's fault. My first boyfriend, the one who'd given me the nickname "E-Beth", had spoiled me. He'd treated me like a queen, and still does. He made me believe men could be wonderful and considerate and caring. And he balances his multiple lovers in a way that makes it seem so easy. Even after we'd broken up, the way David has treated me around his girlfriends always reassures me he hid nothing from me, nor ever needed to.
Am I so wrong to expect the same level of honesty from every man after him? Is it really my fault none of my subsequent boyfriends could measure up? Is it really so bad to dedicate myself to pleasing my man and expect him to do the same?
I exhaled slowly and rolled my eyes, finally getting off the bed and looking around for my purse. I was already late for work. I found my car keys, one of the few things within reach that I hadn't thrown at Chad on his way out the door. Hmph. Those woulda hurt if I'd thought to throw them.
I then figured I should probably call my boss to let him know I was still coming into the office. But I sighed and looked at the broken pieces of my cell phone on the floor. Well THAT wasn't my most brilliant decision.
I stooped down and extracted my SIM card, making a mental note to stop by the cell phone store to pick out something new. I then left my condo and headed for my car. And on the drive to work, I made a resolution:
'No more, ' I told myself. No more handsome hunks with more charm than sincerity. No more bad boys who think they're God's gift to women. I was tired of coddling them and being the very best girlfriend I could be. My NEXT boyfriend would be a man who prioritized ME. He would be considerate and attentive, even if he wasn't the kind of guy who made me wet between my thighs at first sight.
I was twenty-five, old enough to know better now. Yeah, for my first couple of years after graduation, I'd had my fun, dating different guys and bedding different girls. I'd traveled around the world, mostly for work but with some time for pleasure.
Then last year I decided for myself that I would scale back on the dance clubs and experimental life. Part of it was because I'd gotten promoted and work was keeping me really, really busy. But I'd also made a conscious decision not to be so casual about my sex life. Hooking-up no longer interested me; I wanted to feel some emotional connection with a boyfriend, long-term. I'd thought that I felt it with Chad. But it turned out he was just as much an asshole as most other guys I'd dated before.
I didn't want to settle down now, get married, or have kids right away. But I was getting to the point in my life where I should start looking for men who I could be with long-term, men I could form a lifelong partnership with, instead of men who looked like they'd be dynamite in bed.
Yeah, it was time for ME to grow up and be mature about this. I set my jaw and held my head high as I walked through the employee entrance of Argen Laboratories, waving my badge at the RFID security gate. I was a beautiful, successful, intelligent young woman in the prime of her attractiveness. I had risen to my position faster than anyone in the history of my company. I was both smart enough and strong enough to take charge of my relationships. And I would no longer let a man's charm and sex appeal get in the way of my own eternal happiness.
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"Hey, Stella," I greeted in a friendly voice to the department admin, whose cubicle was just outside my office.
"Hi, E-Beth," the pretty, young blonde smiled at me as I headed for my door. "Alfred was looking for you. I called your cell but it didn't go through."
I paused and shrugged nonchalantly. "I broke it this morning. Found out Chad was cheating on me."
"Ooh," Stella winced sympathetically and looked down. I shrugged and Stella paused to take a long deep breath before she added, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Chad's history and I'm already over it."
She looked at me skeptically. "Really?"
"Really," I said quite firmly.
"Well, your timing is perfect." Stella cracked a smile and popped her eyebrows. "We just met the new guy in Marketing and he is such a hunk." The girl was practically drooling.
I giggled and smiled casually. In a company full of middle-aged men, I always felt more 'girly' when chatting with Stella. "Really? Sorry I missed him."
"Oh, you didn't miss him." Stella blushed and nodded her head sideways, glancing to her left without actually turning her head. "He's over there, by Alfred's office."
I turned my head to look and sure enough, a tall, strikingly handsome man was standing next to my boss in front of his office, about thirty feet away. Alfred saw me and then gestured in my direction; and the two men started walking over.
Stella blushed again, glanced straight at me with a knowing look, and silently sank down into her chair, stifling another giggle. I chuckled beneath my breath and stiffened my spine, turning to face my boss and the new guy in Marketing.
Alfred, my boss, was a graying gentleman in his early-60s and the man who'd hired me. With a kindly smile he gestured toward me and introduced, "This is Elizabeth, one of our rising stars, who is creating the products that will define our company for the next several decades."
I paid absolutely no attention to Alfred's praise. All my focus was on the new guy as I realized I was in serious trouble. The new guy was tall. Looking to be about 30, he was also quite handsome, with dirty blonde hair and dark green eyes that bored into me with infinite depth. He carried himself with an easy confidence, and charm literally oozed out of his ears. His eyes dropped briefly to my exposed cleavage, clearly checking out my rack before drawing his steely gaze up to meet mine. And in the smokiest, most masculine of voices, he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Grant. Very pleased to meet you, Elizabeth."
I smiled almost bashfully and shook the hand he was proffering to me. The instant our palms met, a little lightning bolt of electricity shot up my arm, across my tits, and down to set off a miniature explosion in my pussy. It was all I could do to maintain my composure as I pumped his hand and managed to say, "Please, call me E-Beth."
"E-Beth. What a cute name." He flashed a smile full of pearly white teeth and my knees went weak. My panties were getting wet, too.
Oh yeah, I was sooo in trouble.
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"Teddy, my eyes are up here."
The young stockroom clerk blinked twice and pulled his gaze up from my chest. My white lab coat was unbuttoned, exposing my jeans and scoop-neck top so that my firm 34DD tits were on nice display. The shirt wasn't obscene or anything, but I wasn't shy about hiding my breasts. I knew they were my best feature and even though I strove to maintain a professional appearance at work ... well ... I LIKE getting a little attention.
At 5'6", I wasn't the tallest of girls. I'm not fat by any means — I spend too much time working out to ever let that happen again — but I'll never be the skinniest of girls either. I'd like to think I have an attractive face — and David always assured me that I did — but I know I'm no supermodel, either. I have ordinary brown eyes and ordinary brown hair with some natural curls. All in all, I'm just a plain Jane except for my tits. So I work with what I've got.
And Teddy didn't seem to mind what I've got. I couldn't blame him. The kid was younger than me and full of male hormones. If I didn't want him looking, I wouldn't have worn the damn shirt.
The cute boy with the messy hair blushed sheepishly and looked up at my face. "Sorry, E-Beth." Then he handed over the vials of colored liquids I was requesting from the stock room, along with the usual paperwork. The vials contained controlled solutions, one of them an exotic mixture I'd created myself two years ago.
I signed off receipt of the chemical solutions before handing the vials over to Steve, a middle-aged lab technician who I'd been working with forever. I handed over a set of instructions I'd created, based on my computer analysis from work done on the human genome. Hopefully the primary compound would inhibit our target G-protein-coupled-receptor which could then point us to a pharmacophore and allow us to develop a new wünderdrug.
The bespectacled, slightly-balding man smiled at me and nodded. "You got it, E- Beth."
"Thanks, Steve," I gave him one of my warmest smiles. I liked Steve. He was one of the few people who would call me "E-Beth" and one of the few people at Argen who hadn't been condescending or downright mean to me on arrival, probably because I'd known him back to my days as a college intern. The vast majority of scientists working here had their Ph.D's, which mean they hadn't entered the workforce until their late 20s if not 30s. They'd had years and years of chemistry theory under their belts before going to work creating the latest designer pharmaceuticals, while I was considered a 25-year-old upstart who had gotten lucky with a few mad-scientist concoctions.
Maybe I had gotten lucky. It started while I was still in college. Drug discovery was very much a hit or miss process, despite advances in technology and in understanding of biological systems. Anytime ANYONE did something new it was considered to be "mad scientist". Heck, even David still thought I was a pure Chemist, just making shit up and seeing if it would blow up. But my particular field of biochemistry had me spending more time in front of a computer than in the lab. Significant work was being made on the human genome project and because I'd spent three years of internships experimenting with new methodologies to put the genome research to use, I'd been hired right after getting my bachelor's degree, bypassing all the years and years of extra education that was usually required to get a job as high-profile as mine.
All the middle-aged men in the Discovery department really didn't like that. Radinsky downright despised me. The job he and others had studied seven-plus extra years for, I'd gotten at the tender age of 22. And since Chemistry by its nature is just a very male-dominated industry, there weren't even many women around I could bond with. Plus, I was introducing a completely different approach to the tried-and-true processes they'd been performing forever, and the old- timers didn't like how I was shaking up their labs.
On the other hand, I was a young female with great tits. So rather than get 100% resentment from the department staff, I got about 50% resentment and 50% patronization. Half the staff tried to have absolutely nothing to do with me; the other half treated me like I was their 8-year-old granddaughter. Of course, that would make some of those forty-something men QUITE the perverts the way they kept hitting on me. I just wished there were more people like Steve who would just treat me based on the work I delivered. I could always tell who the friendly ones were since they actually used the "E-Beth" nickname.
At least the company wasn't entirely scientists and lab technicians. Outside the labs, there were departments for Human Resources and Accounting and Sales and Marketing just like any other big corporation. There were younger girls like Stella with whom I could go out to lunch or meet up for drinks after work. And THOSE girls made life working at Argen bearable.
It was Stella who came to knock on my office door at 5pm. "C'mon, E-Beth. We're going down to Monahan's."
I sighed and tore my eyes away from my oversized LCD monitor. The idea of hitting the bar and getting plastered sounded great, but I didn't want to drown away my anger over Chad. I wanted to be stronger than that. "You guys go ahead. I'm going to stay late and keep working."
"This isn't a request," Stella glared at me, looking quite awkward as she did so. The bubbly blonde was the very definition of cheerleader perky and looking stern just wasn't a natural expression for her. "You're coming with us."
I laughed at her attempt to appear serious. "No, really. I'm fine. I can skip a week."
Stella just marched into my office and tugged on the back of my desk chair, wheeling me far, far away from my keyboard. "E-Beth, it's a Friday night. You just found out this morning that your boyfriend was cheating on you. And the girls and I are NOT going to let you wallow in your misery staring at DNA strands or hypermolecules or whatever it is that you do. Comprende?"
She spun me around to face her and I sighed, a lopsided smirk on my face. I suddenly felt more tired than ever. Well, I suppose the 'getting drunk' route would work, too. "Fine."
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"I think the new guy likes you." Stella grinned at me.
I frowned into my beer. "Yeah, right. We only talked the one time."
"You mean Grant? Oh, isn't he dreamy?" Audrey, a 27-year-old married brunette sighed. The pretty girl from Procurement was quite happy in her marriage and would never think of straying, but she was always the first of us to check out cute guys and comment on how good-looking they were.
"Yeah," Stella confirmed. "And his eyes were all over E-Beth here this morning."
"No they weren't." I shook my head. "Why would any guy ogle me when they could stare at you?" I ran my eyes up and down the perky blonde's body. Stella was 23, a size 2, cute as a button, and had a very nice rack of her own. I'd even had a fantasy or two of my own about her, harboring stray thoughts about pinning the petite girl beneath me while I ravished her little hardbody. But all the signals I'd gotten throughout our friendship told me she was straight as an arrow.
"There you go again," Stella groaned, her green eyes flashing in annoyance at me. "When are you going to realize that you're freakin' hot, E-Beth? You never believe me when I tell you cute guys are checking you out."
I rolled my eyes. Stella was a good friend, and as such she constantly complimented my looks. But I knew better. I wasn't anything close to the hot babe she claimed I was.
"Ohmigod. Look who's here!" Audrey gasped as she sheepishly turned away from the door.
I looked up from my beer and turned my head to see Grant walk in with three other guys from the Marketing group. Monahan's was quite close to the Argen offices and it wasn't unusual to run into others from work. But right now, the last thing I needed was for HIM to come talk to me.
Which of course meant that the instant Grant saw us, he gestured to his new co- workers and led them over to our table. I felt a little flutter in my stomach at his actions for two reasons:
One, despite being a brand new employee, the guy had the balls to take charge of the three guys with him and direct them on where to go.
And two, for some reason he was coming straight for me.
"Well, fancy running into you ladies tonight," Grant said magnanimously. How the hell did he make me feel like he was talking directly to me?
"It's the closest bar to the office," I shrugged and looked away, drinking my beer and fixing my attention on Paula, the fourth member of our Sex and the City- esque group. I didn't need a distraction like Grant around. He was just another handsome, charming, and flirtatious man. If I just ignored him for a while he'd zero in on some other hot, single girl soon enough. Maybe he'd even focus on one of the other girls with me. Audrey had her wedding ring, but that didn't always stop a guy. Stella had a boyfriend, though she wasn't above some friendly flirting. And Paula was a bottle-blonde knockout in her own right, and single to boot.
"Maybe, maybe," Grant conceded. "But that doesn't make us any less pleased to find you. Would you ladies mind if we joined you?"
"Of course! There's plenty of room!" Stella quickly chirped and gestured to the open table beside us.
Inwardly, I groaned as Grant nodded appreciatively and motioned for his guys to sit. The section of the pub we were in had a long, booth-style bench seat running the length of the wall, with multiple tables for four arranged in front of it. Stella and Audrey were in the two chairs while Paula and I sat on the bench seat. One of the marketing guys who knew Paula went around to sit next to her and chat about legal stuff, since she was from our Contracts Department. And only then did I realize that a devastatingly handsome man was about to sit right by my side.
"Hello again. E-Beth, right?" Grant said in that smoky voice from about ten inches away.
I winced inside. I should never have told him my nickname. Keeping things more formal would have been much better for my plan not to start anything remotely resembling a relationship with this man. I turned to reply and caught his gaze dropping momentarily down to my breasts, feeling a little sexual thrill shoot through me as he did so. And uncontrollably, I flashed him an inviting smile and replied, "Right. You remembered."
"Hard to forget such a unique name for such a unique girl."
My eyes narrowed, and I tamped down on my sexual thrill. Ooh, trying to flatter me already? We'd just barely met. Well, I'd long ago figured out that the fastest way to kill a conversation was not to participate in one. I simply gave Grant a little smile and turned back to my beer, willing myself to calm down. Yeah, he was exactly my type. Yeah, he turned me on just looking at him. But yeah, I had resolved to myself not to turn into an air-headed bimbo around smooth-talking, predatory guys anymore.
Stella, on the other hand... "So how was your first day, Grant?"
He flashed a perfect smile full of pearly white teeth to Stella. "Illuminating. And I have to admit I'm pleasantly surprised. I wouldn't have expected a stuffy, boring chemical company to have so many ... friendly ... people." And then his gaze slid back over to me, steadily and confidently looking deep into my eyes as if he could transmit sexual arousal telepathically.
The word Grant used was 'friendly', but the innuendo in his voice implied something else. And at the same time, his eyes once again yo-yoed down to my tits almost imperceptibly. I had to be watching for it to notice, and the heat of his brief gaze set fire to my loins. I was getting turned on, and I didn't want to be. I was starting to regret wearing this shirt. "'Stuffy, boring chemical company'?" I smirked at Grant. "Not much of a marketing genius, are you?"
He barked a laugh and smiled radiantly at me. "Stuffy and boring is your reputation on the street. That's what I'm here to change. But I'm full of hope. You certainly aren't stuffy and boring, are you, E-Beth?"
"Tonight I am," I said somewhat gruffly and looked away, raising my beer mug to my lips.
"You'll have to forgive, E-Beth," Audrey put in. "She just dumped her boyfriend this morning."
"Audrey!" I hissed, glaring at my so-called friend. Exactly why would she be telling a complete stranger my life history?
The married brunette hiccupped and gave me a goofy grin. Oh, that's why. She's already drunk. And when Audrey gets drunk, she goes straight into matchmaker- mode. She might be settled down and married, but she hooked up with other guys vicariously through us.
"My sincere apologies on behalf of the entire male race," Grant said generously. "But I will admit to being pleased that morons like your ex-boyfriend are sending more extraordinary women, like you, back into the dating population."
Extraordinary? Again, the guy barely knew me. But as we settled in and ordered a few more rounds of drinks, that lack of familiarity certainly seemed to be something Grant wanted to change.
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It didn't really hit me that I was single again until I got home. Whether I liked it or not, Grant's flirting at Monahan's had stirred the horny, sexual creature inside of me. Guys get turned on by naked skin, cute giggling, and lots of eye contact. They're like buttons that have defined, unavoidable reactions when pressed. Well, I get turned on by husky voices, perfect smiles, and lots of eye contact. Grant had been doing all three with quite a bit of focus on me, and I couldn't help but become aroused.
But now I was home. I was drunk. I was horny. And I no longer had a boyfriend to come take care of the problem for me.
Fucking Chad. Why did he have to turn out to be such a loser asshole? Not only did he cost me my boyfriend, but he cost me Melissa, too. Yeah, she turned out to be a skanky bitch in the end, too; but fuck she could eat pussy.
At least I had little Davie.
Feeling thickheaded, I managed to strip off my clothes, leaving them wherever they happened to fall. I was 100% single now. There was no one else coming to my condo who would care what dirty laundry was on the floor. In the shower, I had to brace myself against the wall lest I fall over. This was always a weird and yet pleasant sensation, feeling drunk and dizzy and wet and naked and horny. My skin was crawling and the sensation of warm, wet pulses splattering against my big tits made my nipples stand up despite the heat. And they weren't about to go down once I started lathering myself with soap, running my hands all over my nude, curvaceous body.
Afterward, I took my time drying off, perhaps spending a little too much time on my breasts and between my legs. It was only 8pm, but I dressed in my pajamas and crawled alone into bed. And from my bedside table, I then pulled out little Davie.
"Hi, there. Remember me?" I asked my vibrator. He hadn't gotten much use lately. The last time little Davie had come out to play, I was using him to fuck my pussy while Chad was behind me, filling my tight ass with his big dick. But since then, I'd had Melissa around to double-team me when I really needed it. And as much as I enjoyed little Davie, there's simply no replacement for a live human being.
So as I slid little Davie beneath the waistband of my pajama pants and put him to work, I laid back and thought about the live human beings in my life. Chad was history. He'd been a fun, if inconsiderate, boyfriend. But I was very good at erasing men from my thoughts and I would never again fantasize about him. Melissa, either.
Then there was Grant. I wondered if he had a nice cock. I wondered how it would taste as I orally pleasured him, and how it would feel throbbing on top of my clit. I groaned and shifted little Davie into a better position, sliding him lightly along the crevasse of my labia.
I wondered how Grant's dick would feel stretching my tight cunny.
But I didn't want to think about Grant. The LAST thing I needed after Chad was to fall for another guy. I needed a break. I needed some E-Beth time to collect myself before jumping into any new relationships. And even if this was just a fantasy, to be fantasizing about Grant now would only make it harder for me to ignore him tomorrow and in the future.
So I switched to fantasizing about my favorite two people in the world: David and Amber. David: my first boyfriend, my first lover, and all-around greatest guy in the world. I'd always felt a spark of chemistry with him but never a spark of love. But he was both sexy and strong and dependable. And he could make me orgasm like no one else.
And Amber: gorgeous blonde goddess, my college roommate, and David's fiancée. We'd spent many, many long hours rubbing our naked bodies together over the years. She'd been my first Sapphic lover, the one who taught me the pleasures of the female body. She had a wickedly good tongue. And she would be my best friend forever.
I imagined lying flat on my back, my ass at the edge of the bed. David would stand between my thighs, holding my legs and undulating his body back and forth, his ab muscles rippling as he sawed his thick cock in and out of my willing body. I would have Amber kneeling over my face, letting me shoot my tongue up into her sweet-tasting pussy while my hands reached up to squeeze and caress her glorious breasts, perhaps the only pair of tits even better than mine.
It was about then that I wondered: Why the fuck am I HERE? Why don't I just go visit them for the weekend and actually FEEL David's thick cock splitting me open and actually TASTE Amber's sweet pussy?
So it was decided, I would go get the real thing. I wasn't in a relationship anymore. It was only an hour's flight away to the old college town. And my two best friends would always have room for me in their bed.
Sighing, I pulled little Davie out of my pants and licked him clean. Sure, I was still drunk and horny; but now that I had a plan to get well and truly laid, self-pleasure just wasn't going to cut it. I would wait. The waiting would just make the real thing that much more satisfying.
I reached out to my bedside table to grab my phone and call Amber. My hand flailed out, flailed again without finding it, and I finally turned my head to look.
No cell phone. Oh yeah, I'd destroyed it this morning.
Rolling my eyes and wrinkling my nose in annoyance, I sighed and looked at the clock. It was way too late to go out and get a new phone at this hour. I didn't have a landline (Who does these days?) And I didn't even have the energy to open my MacBook and send an email.
Oh, well. I exhaled slowly as my heavy eyelids drooped and the inky blackness of sleep started to creep around the edges of my consciousness. David and Amber would just have to be surprised when I showed up tomorrow morning. They always did love my surprise visits.
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I stood on the doorstep of a neat suburban home, admiring the grass lawn and bay window in front of the living room. It was impossible sometimes not to feel jealous of my best friends. Amber was my age, only 25, and David a year older, but they seemed to have their lives so completely put together. They'd each found their soulmate and were getting married in two months. They were scoping out real estate and planning to buy a permanent house right after the wedding. They had stable, high-paying jobs. And there were even matching BMWs parked in the garage of their rental place. Plus, I was sure their babies would soon be on their way. Heck, David already had little Ellie with Cherys a few months ago, and Amber was certainly hoping to get knocked up during the honeymoon.
I, on the other hand, had yet to hold down a boyfriend for more than a year. I'd been cheated on three times by losers I should have recognized from the beginning. And I had absolutely no idea how to find Mr. Right so that I could settle down and start a family.
I couldn't help but feel that this could have been my life. David was my boyfriend first, and he was totally in love with me. Well, he said he was totally in love with me; I think we both knew he was still hung up on his dead girlfriend at the time. Still, it might have been me instead of Amber.
But I couldn't begrudge my friends their happiness. David wasn't "the one" for me and I knew my guy was still out there somewhere. And besides, I wasn't even sure I wanted to settle down and start a family.
Still ... It would be nice to know that I'd found someone I could truly depend on...
But anyway, that was a long-standing wish. I was still only 25 and I had plenty of time to figure out my life. Right now, I just wanted to be with my friends and get properly laid. Nobody answered right away, but just as I was reaching to ring the doorbell a third time, the door popped open and David stood before me. "E-Beth!" the 6'1", ruggedly handsome young man greeted me warmly. Wearing a bathrobe over plaid pajama pants, he opened his arms for a big hug.
Gleefully, I exclaimed, "Surprise!" And then I jumped into his arms.
Lifting me easily, David spun me around and then set me back onto my feet on the expensive wood flooring in their foyer. He kicked the door closed behind him and grinned. "What are you doing here?"
"Isn't it obvious?" I grinned, jutting my hip out and thrusting my chest forward. David's eyes obediently dropped down to my tits, his irises lighting up. I'd endured the cab driver ogling me in the V-neck I'd chosen to wear specifically to watch David's face as he visually feasted on my breasts. He'd always been obsessed with my tits. Back in the day, when I was still a sexual novice, my poor blowjob skills weren't always up to the task. But letting him fuck my tits ALWAYS ended with happy smiles and a face covered in cum.
"Yes, it's obvious," he answered my chest. But then he picked his eyes up and smiled at me warmly, holding onto my waist. And despite the obvious booty-call nature of my visit, he could still tell that something was bothering me.
"It's a long story," I answered the unspoken question in his eyes. "Kind of spur-of- the-moment. I just decided to hop a plane and visit you guys."
"Didn't even call?"
"I broke my phone when I threw it at Chad." I pressed myself back against his chest, inhaling deeply. And that's when I finally caught the scent.
David smelled like sex.
I tilted my head up and a saucy grin spread across my face. "Did I catch you two at a bad moment?"
"Not at all," Amber answered from the hallway. She was wearing a red silk robe that contoured around her curves, making it quite clear she was completely naked beneath it. "I think you arrived just in time."
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I could have been jealous of Amber. After all, while I would never be mistaken for a supermodel, she easily could. Amber was a drop-dead gorgeous blonde with an absolutely incredible figure. Standing four inches taller than me at 5'10", she nevertheless weighed about as much as I did, with a tiny waist and a perfect complexion. Plus, she was marrying David.
But I was never jealous of her. When we first met, I had David, and her obvious jealousy of me let our relationship as friends and roommates flourish despite the obvious disparity in our raw attractiveness. And now that we were the best of friends — and occasional lovers — her exquisite loveliness just made it that much more exciting to have sex with her.
Besides, she and David were currently making my fantasy come true. I was lying flat on my back, my ass at the edge of the bed while David stood between my thighs. Holding my legs, he hooked my calves over his shoulders and began leaning in, pressing the thick mushroom head of his cock into my body while I gasped in excitement at the penetration. And I moaned happily as he pushed his way deep inside me.
At the same time, Amber was kneeling over my face, letting me shoot my tongue up into her sweet-tasting pussy while my hands reached up to squeeze and caress her glorious 32D breasts, so perky and firm. Plus, I got a bonus: Amber still had David's previous load of cum inside her, and I eagerly began lapping it out.
"Mmm, I missed you E-Beth..." Amber sighed. "Nobody knows how to eat me quite like you ... Eep!"
Amber giggled and twisted around to glance at her fiancé. David had reached around to pinch one of her nipples, a mock annoyed expression on his face. And the gorgeous blonde rolled her eyes. "Different but equal, honey."
David just chuckled and focused on fucking me. I showed my appreciation by crossing my ankles behind his neck and tugging him into me. "Oh, fuck me, David..." I cooed into Amber's crotch.
And David complied. He was quite the stud, regularly satisfying three hot babes, including his own sister. I'd only recently been clued into THAT particular delicious bit of information. But the point was that he certainly knew how to induce pleasure in a woman's body. I mean, it was as if his cock had the skillful dexterity of a hand, and right now he was hitting all my pleasure spots right when he needed to.
"Oh, shit!" I grunted when he started rubbing his dickhead against my G-spot. I tensed my stomach muscles and really started humping my hips against him. I didn't do a hundred ab crunches every day for nothing. And my hard work was paying off as lightning bolts of pleasure were rapid-fire shooting up my spine.
"Fuck me, David! Harder! Fuck me!" I mumbled, gripping tighter onto Amber's thighs. With her pussy smothering me, I'm sure it came out more like, "Fkmm, dbd! Hddb! Fkmmee!"
He got the message anyways. The strong stud picked up the pace, drilling himself in and out of my clenching cunt faster and faster and faster, sending my mind into a dizzy orbit while I felt the explosion of a powerful orgasm building inside me.
Meanwhile, my spastic mumbling into Amber's crotch was not lost on her. Even when I wasn't trying to tell David to fuck me harder, my lips were in constant motion as I bobbed and weaved around my best friend's labia, teasing every sensitive nerve and licking up and down her slit until I finally just wrapped my tongue around her clit and sucked hard.
"Aaaahhh!!!" Amber threw her head back and yelled out her climax, dumping a load of girl-honey onto my face as she jerked and shuddered on top of me. I gripped her thighs even tighter to hold on for the ride and felt David's cock boring down on me right about the same time. And then it was my turn.
"Mmmpphhh!!!" I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut and feeling the glorious, heavenly release of tension throughout my entire body as the orgasm exploded inside me. My hips bucked up to meet David's next thrust. My left hand slid around to cup Amber's asscheek. And I pulled my head away from her crotch to exhale as a blissful peace settled over my body.
And then I felt it. Hot, wet, and powerful, David was jetting his cum into my body, splattering my inner walls with his thick cock cream. My lower body shuddered as a second, smaller orgasm quickly overtook me. And I giggled happily as I felt my first ever boyfriend, the man who'd taken my virginity so long ago, filled me up once again.
I was right: Waiting made the real thing MUCH more satisfying.
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David came out of the kitchen and handed me a frosted mug, this time filled with a strawberry smoothie instead of beer. He also handed one to Amber before settling himself into the armchair.
On the couch, I was using Amber as a backrest, with my head pillowed on her bosom as she stroked my hair soothingly. I took a sip of the smoothie and then set my head back down, exhaling slowly. "Shouldn't I be feeling something? Anger? Sadness? Right now I just feel ... nothing..."
"Stage One denial," David pointed out. "Even if you claim not to feel anything, obviously you're feeling something since you flew out here."
"And we're always here for you," Amber stroked my head again.
I sighed contentedly and snuggled tighter into Amber's embrace. This was why I'd come. David, in typical guy fashion, would analyze the situation and help me think rationally. Amber, in typical girl fashion, would be emotionally supportive. And today I needed both.
I looked over at David. "Obviously I'm too close to it to really know, but this doesn't feel like Stage One denial to me. I mean, I really don't give a flying fuck that Chad and I are done. He was ... fun. But he wasn't special to me. I mean, we were dating for almost a year and we weren't getting any closer to each other than we started. I was more concerned with my work. The relationship was dying. And even bringing another girl in didn't seem to put the spark back in."
David pointed out, "You were pretty upset when you found out he'd been cheating."
"ANY girl would be upset just on principle," Amber clarified. "Even if you don't have strong feelings for someone, a betrayal just plain hurts."
I nodded. "Chad may have been the longest of my recent boyfriends, but I don't think this breakup is really so different than the rest. I think I was more relieved than hurt when those relationships were over. Actually, I haven't been upset over a breakup since Jeff back in college, even though I've now been cheated on three times."
"Maybe you're dating the wrong type of guys," David sighed.
"David!" Amber scolded. He looked over at her and shrugged his shoulders as if to ask, 'What?'
"No, David's right." I looked up at the pretty blonde and then sat up straight, lifting myself off her body. I leaned against the backrest and dropped my hand onto Amber's thigh. "I was already telling myself I need to change the kind of guy I'm going after. I need to meet a different kind of guy."
"What kinds of guys ARE you meeting?" David cocked his head. "What qualities have you been looking for?"
I sighed, and for a moment, my brain went straight to Grant. "Handsome, charming, mysterious, dangerous, and sexy."
David's eyebrows went up and Amber gave me a skeptical look. "Bad boys," Amber drawled.
I exhaled, "I know, I know. I can't help it. Those are the kinds of guys that turn me on."
"There's nothing wrong with that," Amber pointed out.
"There's nothing RIGHT with that, either," I replied. "Every guy since graduation fit that mold and all turned out to be loser assholes. The handsome, charming bad boys are exciting and all; but I need to start thinking about more than just sex."
"So let's put aside the bad boys that turn you on." Amber patted my leg. "Let's think about qualities that don't have to do with sex. What other qualities do you want from a guy?"
I furrowed my eyebrows and thought about it for only a second. "Someone like David."
Amber giggled and smiled at her fiancé. David himself blushed before frowning and complaining. "Hey, does that mean I'm not handsome, charming, or sexy?"
It was my turn to giggle. "Sure you are. But you were never mysterious or dangerous. You were open, upfront, and totally honest with me."
"See, you ARE hurt," David crowed triumphantly.
"Huh?"
He leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees. "It's not just a momentary anger in the immediate aftermath of betrayal. You're tired of getting cheated on, period. And when you say you want a guy like me, the key traits you pointed out were openness and honesty."
I sighed and nodded. "I guess I never prioritized those traits in guys before. I wanted excitement, not safety. I think that's why we broke up, David. You were safe and secure and I was too young and too reckless for that kind of relationship back then. I was barely nineteen! You were the kind of guy a girl could settle down with, and I was nowhere near ready to settle down."
"And you are now?" Amber asked.
I sighed. "I'm not sure. I AM still only 25."
"So am I," Amber smiled.
"That's different. YOU found your soulmate and you two have more than enough excitement in your relationship." I rolled my eyes. "But the point is: I'm willing to try meeting guys I can settle down with and see if they make me happier. And even though I still feel too young, aren't we supposed to get married before we turn 30? Hell, my parents were popping out kids when they were 22. And the bad boy route obviously isn't doing it long-term for me."
"Sounds like you already know what to do." David nodded sagely.
I snorted. "Yeah, right. There are a million girls trying to figure out how to find and keep Mr. Right. And I have no idea where to begin."
"Just you watch," Amber encouraged warmly. "Just be yourself and a wonderful guy will come to you."
I snorted again. "Easy for you to say. You're so gorgeous, men have ALWAYS come to you — even my ex-boyfriend here." I jerked a thumb at David.
"Oh, E-Beth," Amber sighed. "First off, David and I didn't exactly have the smoothest beginning if you'll remember. I had to knock him upside the head to make him realize I wanted him. And seriously, when are you going to realize you're a gorgeous babe!"
I shook my head to wave off her attempt at complimenting me. I knew better.
"Look. You're one day removed from Chad," David said rationally. "Give it time, okay? Give it time and we'll help you figure it out however we can. You'll find the right guy for you."
"And in the meantime..." Amber purred. She slid her hand up my leg toward my crotch and hugged me from the side, nuzzling her nose sensuously against my neck. "We'll satisfy your cravings until you do."
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"Hi, E-Beth..." Teddy's voice cracked nervously and he valiantly tried (unsuccessfully) not to stare at my tits as I came to a halt at the stockroom window. I couldn't really blame him. What, you think I wear these low-cut tops because I don't want the attention?
I gave him a bemused smile and waited patiently for the poor kid to regain his composure. And once he managed to get his hyperventilating under control, I handed over the CCRF (Controlled Compound Request Form), signed by Alfred. I'd already submitted the list of supplies I was requesting through the company's intranet, and given the stockroom staff plenty of time to put together my order. But one of the compounds I was requesting was extremely rare (and extremely expensive), so I'd needed my Director's approval to use it in my latest round of testing.
Teddy didn't even look at the form. He just took it and then turned away to fetch my order.
But then Teddy continued his turn, spinning all the way around until he was facing me once again. And with a little smirk, he tapped his clipboard and asked, "What's up with so much Methylphenidate?"
"Excuse me?" I popped my eyebrows in surprise.
"I'm just curious. Are you working ADHD or Narcolepsy?"
I blinked twice. "ADHD."
He glanced down at the form and then looked up at me, arching an eyebrow. "Aren't you not supposed to use a monoamine oxidase inhibitor like tranylcypromine, then?"
I grinned and then leaned over the ledge separating the two of us, looking to the CCRF and tapping it with my finger. "That's what this guy is for. It should keep down the plasma concentrations."
Leaning over the ledge put my tits in an even better angle for viewing, but to my surprise, Teddy didn't even look over. His eyes were on the page, his lower lip tucked to the left and beneath his upper teeth as he scrutinized the words in front of him. I swear I could actually SEE his brain working. And then rocking back on his heels, he stood up straight and grunted, "Huh. I never woulda thought of that."
Standing up straight myself, I crossed my arms beneath my breasts and smiled. "That's why they pay me the big bucks."
Teddy chuckled and nodded.
My smile tugged even higher on the right side of my face. "How'd you know that anyways, about the tranylcypromine? It's not the sort of thing a typical stockroom clerk is read up on."
Teddy blushed bright pink. "Ah, well, maybe I'm not the typical stockroom clerk."
"Clearly." I nodded. "Did you take some chemistry courses?"
Still blushing, he nodded and looked down nervously. "Um, uh-huh."
"How many?"
Still nervous, he admitted. "All the way. I majored in Chemistry."
I raised my eyebrows again. "From where?"
Almost bashfully, he admitted, "Harvard."
My eyes popped open. "Chemistry major from Harvard? What the hell are you doing in a stockroom?" I practically barked in surprise.
Teddy's blush now ran from his forehead all the way down his neck into his white lab coat. "Uh, long story."
"Elizabeth!" a booming voice echoed down the hallway from behind me and to the right. Instinctively, I turned to look and stood up straight when I recognized the man striding purposefully toward me. It was Edward Reed, CEO of the entire company.
"Afternoon, Mr. Reed," I said politely and nodded my head as he approached.
The mid-fifties man with Just For Men(TM) dark brown hair with a touch of gray at the temples smiled charismatically, coming to a stop right in front of me. "I got your report from the last round of testing. I'm very pleased with your progress, and Alfred says this will be your biggest hit yet!"
I blushed and glanced down modestly. "I'm not done yet, sir. There are still a lot of things to work out. The ethanol interaction is still a big one to solve."
Mr. Reed leaned forward, patting me gently on the shoulder. "And I have no doubt in your abilities to solve it, Elizabeth." He flashed me another proud smile and then stood up straight. Only then did he notice Teddy on the other side of the counter, and almost as an afterthought he offered a polite, "Hello."
Looking to be scared shitless after being greeted by the CEO, Teddy managed to warble, "Afternoon, sir."
Mr. Reed just turned back to me with a final smile. And then he turned and walked away.
Once he was around the corner and out of sight, I glanced back to the stockroom clerk, who was still staring down the hallway as if in shock. "Those compounds aren't going to get themselves off the shelves, Teddy."
The poor kid just blinked and glanced back at me, "Oh right, E-Beth. Sorry."
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"And so ultimately, what compound 327 provides is the same ADHD functionality of Ritalin, but without the insomnia side effects." I waved my hand at the final slide. "Any questions?"
It took a few seconds before the first hands were raised. I always lost my audience in the middle section when talking about various chemical compounds and the way they interacted, and I knew it always took them a second to wake up once I got to the end results. I, personally, found the chemical reactions to be absolutely fascinating. But my audience was made up of the Sales and Marketing teams, people who really didn't care HOW it worked as long as they knew that it worked.
"What's the raw material cost compared to Ritalin?" was the first question.
"Raw material cost is 50% higher," I admitted. "But based on the way Ambelose ran at the new facility, I think we can get a similar gross margin. Honestly, you'll have to ask the Production Department on that one."
"What's the legal status?" was another question.
"I don't know yet. But I would think it would fall under Schedule II like Ritalin. I'm drafting the classification report to submit to the DEA."
Further questions took about twenty minutes. Then we wrapped and several people came up to offer their congratulations. Alfred was the last one, and when it was all over, I tottered in my heels while gathering up my materials. I absolutely couldn't WAIT to sit down.
But before I could actually head back to my office to collapse, one man hung back and approached me. Oh, of course.
"Word of advice," he began with a charming smile. "We 'sales-y' types don't like the word 'Features'. We like 'Benefits'. A customer may or may not care what features you've got. But they're definitely interested in what benefits you can give them."
I chuckled and nodded. "I'll try to do better next time."
"Oh, I'm not criticizing," Grant said lightly. "You're a natural presenter."
Yeah, right. I'm a chemist, not a public speaker. "Thanks," I replied politely, cognizant of my sore feet and yet almost magnetically drawn to continue talking to the handsome man. "Been working on it over the years."
"Years?" Grant barked a quick laugh. "You're just barely out of college, right? How many years can you have been here?"
I smirked and raised my eyebrows. "You asking a woman her age? Tsk, tsk."
Grant chuckled and shook his head. "I meant no offense, madam. Can't an old fart like me compliment a young woman on her polished presentation?"
"Old fart," I snorted as I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. I felt the impulse to stay and keep bantering with the guy, but the angel on my right shoulder reminded me that I was staying clear of men like him. Besides, I was tired and I wanted to sit down. So shaking my head, I nodded to Grant and started walking out.
And of course, he walked right out with me. I turned left at the hallway, and he followed right along, despite the fact that the Marketing Department was off to the right.
"So do you have any plans coming up?" Grant asked, that same warm, welcoming tone in his voice. It sounded like honey.
"Right now, all my plans center around getting back to my office and taking off these shoes. I feel like I've been standing all day."
"If it would make you feel better, I'm told I give excellent foot massages."
My eyebrows rose. "Now Grant," I said in an amused, slightly flirtatious voice. "I don't think that would quite be appropriate workplace behavior."
"So maybe I'll give it to you after work." He flashed me a toothy grin.
"After work?" I chuckled. "I'm a chemist. We sleep here on weekdays. Didn't you know that?"
Grant laughed and shook his head. "Workaholic type. I get it. Maybe Friday then. I know you've been out to Monahan's at 5 o'clock on a Friday night at least once."
"That was a fluke. Stella dragged me out because she felt sorry for me that day."
"Ah, so I can count on Stella to help persuade you to come out and enjoy some company."
I shook my head. "Something tells me you don't need any help finding company, Grant."
He flashed me another perfect smile. "And what if the only company I want is you?"
That brought me to a dead stop in the hallway. Grant stopped with me and turned to give me his full and undivided attention. "Excuse me?" I asked, my voice a breathy whisper.
He instantly held a hand up. "I'm sorry. That just came out. But I'll admit that you intrigue me, E-Beth. You are both beautiful and remarkably intelligent. And I really would just like the opportunity to get to know you better."
"Are you asking me out?"
"Would you say 'yes' if I did?"
I blushed and turned back to face the hallway, feeling a quiver run through my entire body. No more, I reminded myself. I'd made a decision, a decision that my best friends in the world had already backed. And with an apology on my face, I turned and said, "Grant, I don't want to lead you on. I just got out of a bad relationship and I don't think-"
"Hey, hey..." he interrupted, then reached forward and cupped his hand around my shoulder. "I'm not demanding anything of you. I'd just like to get to know you better; that's all." And then further relieving the pressure, he gestured down the hallway and started walking.
I found myself relaxing as he moved away, while at the same time feeling the urge to close the gap. Without knowing exactly why, I liked being around him and I hurried to follow. And in relative silence, Grant walked me all the way back to my office.
At the cube just outside my door, Stella poked her head up, her eyes going wide at the sight of Grant walking beside me. I shot her a stern look and she quickly sank back down out of sight.
And then at my office, Grant stopped at my doorway while I went inside and sank down into my chair in relief. I quickly pivoted my feet back onto the heels, wiggling them to get the circulation going.
Grant nodded down to my feet. "Remember my offer for that foot massage," he said with a charming smile. "Seriously, I promise you'll feel like you can walk on air once I'm done with you."
That little bolt of electricity shot through my loins again, giving me a tingle between my legs. I felt my skin flush. And I stole a glance up to see the handsome man's strong jaw and deep green eyes staring right at me with heated intensity. Grant's voice was dripping with innuendo and the thought of floating away, walking on air once he was "done with me", had my heart threatening to burst out of my chest.
And then before I could say anything, Grant flashed me that perfect smile as he stated flatly, "Friday after work. Monahan's. No pressure. Just a few drinks with a colleague, okay?"
Blinking, I was astonished to find my head already nodding up and down, giving him my silent agreement.
Grant smiled even wider, a twinkle in his eye. And then he turned and strode away.
Sighing, I sank deeper into my chair once he was out of sight. I closed my eyes and mentally cursed myself for not completely shutting Grant out. I had made a decision and I knew I should stick to it. I was smarter than this. I had a Genius- level I.Q. I had all the top test scores. But around a hot guy, my brain just turned into jello. Why?
I liked hot guys flirting with me. I really, really liked it. I mean, out of all the girls at this company a hunk like Grant could be going after, he was coming after me. It was really quite flattering. It meant that he considered ME a catch. It meant that he considered ME to be attractive and desirable.
I sighed. Was this why I always ended up with handsome bad boys? Not because I thought they were good for me, but because they made ME feel more attractive just to be with them? That they made me feel I wasn't such a Plain Jane?
A girlish giggled from my doorway made me open my eyes. And there was Stella, leaning against the door with her arms crossed over her chest and a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "So did he ask you out?"
"Stella..."
"Did he?"
"Well..."
"Ooh!" The perky blonde quickly turned and closed my office door, shutting the world away. And as she slid into the wing chair across from my desk, she asked excitedly, "Gimme all the details!"
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"By the bar. Second stool. He's wearing the-"
"I KNOW what Grant looks like," I hissed beneath my breath. I struggled to control my breathing and forced myself to smile when I realized that Grant had also seen us, and was raising his beer in greeting while flashing me that perfect smile. He was alone, without any other Argen colleagues around him. He was waiting just for me.
"You're with me, right?" I asked out the corner of my mouth.
"Absolutely," Stella replied warmly right before nudging me in the back with her elbow and then immediately turning in the other direction. "Hey Audrey! Hey Paula!" And then my betraying bitch of a friend deliberately walked away from me.
The nudge had knocked me forward and toward the bar area. I glanced to my right and fought the impulse to screech, 'STELLA!' I held my composure ... barely ... and then turned and walked over to where Grant was clearly waiting for me.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he greeted warmly.
"Oh, is that how the game is played?" I asked with raised eyebrows. "I prostitute a few minutes of my time in exchange for a six dollar cocktail?"
"Oh, she doth wound me!" Grant mimed as if I'd stabbed him through the heart, a comical expression on his face. And then as he sat up straight, he gave me an honest look and asked, "Are you really so jaded?"
I sighed, thinking of how all the bad boys I'd known had hurt me over the years. "Maybe," I moaned morosely.
"Ahhh..." Grant sighed. "Beautiful, intelligent, AND vulnerable. Now you've got me really intrigued."
That got me to crack a smile and sit at the bar. One look at my cleavage and the male bartender was right in front of me. "Tanq & Tonic," I told him. The guy glanced at Grant, who nodded, and then he was off to mix my drink.
By the time the glass tumbler arrived, Grant and I exchanged a few more flirtatious comments. I have to admit, I was still a little defensive, and when he found a clever way to slip in a new compliment about my looks, I raised my eyebrows and snapped rather testily, "That kind of comment often get you into a girl's panties?"
His eyes tightened, and I immediately felt bad for my reaction. As patient as Grant was being, he didn't deserve my scorn. I sighed and apologized, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to come off like such a bitch. I-"
"Don't worry about it," he soothed, leaning forward. "I get it. You're coming off a bad breakup with a callous boyfriend. A girl has every right to be extra cautious after that."
My eyebrows raised and I glanced down, where he'd put his hand on my knee.
He took the hint and pulled his hand away. "Sorry. I didn't mean anything by it."
"You were just talking about 'caution'..."
"Fair enough." He leaned back against the bar and rested his elbow on it, taking a sip of his beer. "Like I said, I didn't come here to put any pressure on you or anything. I really just want to get to know you better."
I shook my head. "But to what end? I told myself I wouldn't go out with guys like you anymore."
"Guys like me?" he asked curiously.
I sighed and flashed him a wan smile. "Handsome. Charming. Sexy."
He couldn't help but grin, with a twinkle in his eye. "'Sexy'?"
"Shut up. You know you're sexy." I exhaled again and frowned. "Guys like you always end up hurting me."
Slowly, deliberately, and with enough obvious intent that I could see him coming all the way, he put his hand over the back of mine and rubbed it gently. "Not all guys are alike. Won't you at least give me the chance to prove it to you?"
I waffled.
"C'mon, are you really going to hold my appearance against me? If I were short, fat, and bald, would that make you happier? Would you let me get to know you then?"
I cracked a smile and bashfully glanced down. I wanted to believe him. Yeah, handsome, charming bad boys had already taken me, used me, and spit me out. I liked his type. They couldn't ALL be bad, could they? And if I'd really found the Mr. Right, the kind of guy who LOOKED like my ideal AND had a heart of gold, would I ever forgive myself if I missed him?
I wanted to believe.
So taking a deep breath, I slid my right hand out from under his and cocked it in a handshake grip. "Hi. My name is Elizabeth. I'm 25. I graduated from Uni three- and-a-half years ago, and I've worked at Argen ever since. I'm a workaholic chemist and my dream in this life is to develop a cure for cancer."
A smile slowly slid onto Grant's face. And after a moment's thought, with that twinkle in his dark green eyes as he looked at me, he shook my proffered hand. "Hello. I'm Grant. I'm 31. I was engaged, up until she broke my heart last year and called off the wedding. And now I'm here, in a new town, looking for a fresh start."
I shook his hand, feeling my heart flutter ... and my panties dampen. "Pleased to meet you."
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-- NOVEMBER 2006 --
"Have you slept with him yet?"
"Of course not!" I hissed beneath my breath. I darted my eyes to the left, looking to the open door to make sure Stella and I were alone in the coffee break room. "We're not even dating."
Stella bumped her hip into mine, an appraising look on her face. "You said the two of you went to The Steakhouse Friday night."
I blushed. "Yeah..."
"Alone."
"Yeah..."
"Honey, that's called a 'date'." Stella bumped my hip again.
"One date. That's not 'dating'."
"And you met at Monahan's the Friday before."
"That's the bar." I rolled my eyes. "With everyone ... including YOU ... around."
"Are you saying you just haven't had the proper opportunity?" Stella giggled.
"No. I'm just not ready yet."
"Why not?"
"Seriously?" I glared at my friend. "This soon after Chad?"
Stella shrugged and rolled her eyes away. "I'm just saying ... You've been pretty wound up lately. You just seem like a girl who needs to get laid..."
I stood up straight, stirring my coffee. "Goodbye, Stella."
She smirked and sipped at her own mug as I turned and walked away, heading back to my lab. "Go get 'em, honey."
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"2 milliliters."
"Got it." Steve twisted the stopcock, carefully letting out exactly 2 milliliters of the solution out of the burette. When he closed it again, the bespectacled, slightly- balding man looked up at me and remarked off-hand. "So word around the building is that you're dating the new guy in Marketing."
My fingers tightened around the beaker I was just about to pour, and after steadying my hand, I tilted the beaker back upright and set it down. And with raised eyebrows, I shot a glare at Steve and asked, "Excuse me?"
My middle-aged lab technician was struggling to contain a guffaw as he looked at the expression on my face. With mirthful eyes, he finally grinned and shrugged. "Hey, don't shoot the messenger."
"Where did you hear that?"
"In the lunchroom. C'mon, E-Beth. It's a big company but news still travels fast."
"We're not dating."
"But you have been out with him, right?"
Blushing, I looked down and nodded. "Just once."
"Hey, hey." Steve reached over and patted my back. "No need to be embarrassed. It's not like either of you report to the other. You're not breaking any rules."
"I know..." I sighed. "But dating a guy in my company?"
Steve snorted. "Where else are you going to meet guys? You spend all your time here."
I chuckled lightly at that. "I go out," I said defensively.
"Hey, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Grant's a nice guy. Did I tell you he joined the softball team? Good pitcher. We've needed one ever since Karl busted his knee. And you'd look good together."
I raised my eyebrows. "Look good together?"
Steve smiled and reached up to pat his own balding head. "Grant's tall, young, and handsome. You're beautiful, E-Beth. Yeah, you two look good together."
Now I was blushing again. And then I sighed. "I don't know. It's only been a month since Chad."
Steve shrugged. "Hey, I'm not trying to tell you what to do. But you deserve to relax a bit. When's your next date?"
I exhaled and reached up, running my fingers through my hair. "Tomorrow night."
My lab technician smiled. "Have fun."
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"Up here, Teddy."
The cute boy with the messy hair blushed sheepishly and pulled his gaze up from my chest. He tapped his clipboard with his index finger and grinned. "Sorry, E- Beth."
Feeling naughty, I crossed my arms beneath my breasts and squeezed, just a bit. The movement had the effect of pushing my boobs together and upwards, and as I le
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'How did I get here' I wondered to myself as I stood there in the aisle of the theater looking at my wife.
'How had things gone so terribly wrong and what the hell was I going to do about it?'
It had all started last week at a party with our friend
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My problem was that I was too shy.
Take the time when Mum and I kissed under the mistletoe at Christmas. Admittedly, she'd had a few glasses of wine, but we'd never kissed like that before. She pulled me under the mistletoe, laughing, and took my fa
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Before I was married, I got an offer to buy my friend's uncle's farm after he passed away. It was a small farm, and had a nice little lake/marsh on it. The uncle knew I liked the place, and told his wife that he would offer to sell it to me for a goo
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As I said at the top – I'm a slut and a swinger. It's a situation that suits both my husband and myself. Not that he's a swinger, as far as I know. He's just screwing his secretary. Something I only discovered on returning home early from a holiday
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A work bearing the title of The Five Bloods of Ireland would need no justification for its title other than that the contents of the work deal with the five principal septs or families of Ireland, i.e., the O'Neils, the O'Connors, the O'Briens, the O
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