First Time Erotica: Volume 2 (First Time Erotica Series)

by Charlie Buxton

  Before I knew it a week had gone by and I didn't feel as if we were making nearly enough headway on either project, even with Claire doing nearly as much work as I was.

  With a week and a half to go, I took to staying late after everyone left and working overtime. It wasn't the first time, and I enjoyed the time in the office to myself. I turned my music up too loud, took off my suit, tie, and dress shirt, kicked off my shoes, and had few beers while I chipped away at the excess work I couldn't fit into the work day.

  On the Friday before the first deadline, I found myself still sipping some wine left over from a retirement party earlier that afternoon with Billy Joel blaring on my speakers, singing something about Catholic girls. Pandora wasn't perfect; but, I could forgive Billy Joel.

  I must have had more of the wine than I thought because I was singing along as I compiled and organized the chart. I had just got to the last chorus when Claire popped her head into my office. Whoever said white men can't jump has never seen me scared, because I'm sure that I could have shown Jordan a thing or two about getting some air.

  "Holy shit!" I yelled after reentering orbit.

  "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you." She claimed, not looking one bit sorry.

  "Its ok, I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here. How did you get in?"

  "I got a copy of the key from Amy in case I need to cover for her again. I forgot my wallet, so I came back to grab it real fast. What are you doing here?"

  "I've been working late, to keep on track with the deadlines. "You know, it's a violation of company policy to make unauthorized copies of keys." "Brandon! You've been working late, and haven't asked me to stay? "

  "Um... no. I didn't think you'd like to stay. And I enjoy kicking off my shoes and relaxing in the office."

  "And singing Billy Joel?"

  "Hey now, don't knock the classics." Great, I sounded like a hippy.

  "Brandon, it doesn't matter what I want to do, if you need me to stay late, just tell me to. I'm your assistant, remember. You're supposed to tell me what to do."

  "Yeah yeah... I know, I just assumed you had other things to do."

  She smirked at that and waved, as if dismissing my comment all together.

  "So where you off to now?"

  "Oh, just back home. Going to catch up on some TV shows. Don't stay too late Brandon, I'll see you Monday."

  "I won't, have a good weekend Claire."

  She smiled warmly and disappeared from sight. I heard a phone ring and she stopped moving to answer it. I couldn't help but overhear her conversation.

  "Hello? Yes I found it. I know honey. I'll be there soon." She paused and giggled. "I love you too."

  Ahh... so she was seeing someone. This had to be a fairly new development, because word around the office a few weeks ago was that she was single. And why should she be single? She was an attractive young woman, she should have no trouble finding someone to make her happy. I was happy for her; but, happiness felt an awful lot like a missed opportunity.

  The weekend came and went too fast; and, before I knew it, Monday had reared its ugly head. I made it through the morning without wanting to kill anyone, and stumbled into the lunch room to find Claire eating some vegetables out of a plastic bag, and a salad that clearly didn't understand the adjective 'exciting'.

  "Oh for christsake, put the plants in the fridge for later. I'm taking you to lunch." It was no wonder she looked so tiny.

  "Brandon! I was looking for you this morning, I finished my usual things and I'm ready to help with the projects some more. But you weren't in your office."

  "I had to run a few errands and stop by the courthouse to pick up some deeds, but we can work after lunch. Let's go, put the bird food away, I wasn't joking. Were getting you a burger, maybe two."

  "Hey, I like eating healthy!"

  "You can get light grease on yours then, and I'll eat your fries."

  "I don't joke about fries, reach for them and I'll put a fork in your hand." She was stone cold serious.

  "That's more like. Let's ditch the carrots and go get you some fries."

  She laughed and gathered her things to join me at the elevator. I was able to give her a glance down on our way there. She had on a Navy blue pants suit that looked pleasantly tight in the rear with a frilly blouse that had ruffles around the v-shaped neck line that threatened to show the tiniest big of cleavage if she was to lean all the way forward. Maybe.

  "So tell me about yourself." She turned and looked at me while we waited for the slowest elevator system in the city to begin moving toward our floor.

  "Hmm? Uh, like what?" I asked.

  "Well, anything. I mean, I don't know anything about you other than where you work, and what you do here... other than stripping down to just your t-shirt, pants, and socks and rocking out to Billy Joel when everyone else leaves." She turned back toward the elevator with a sly smile. Some things you just never live down."It was one time! Ok, let's see. I live in a condo a few miles outside the city, north of the loop, and a few blocks away from the lake. I got my two year degree at a community college up north. My favorite color is orange, and I have a cat named Killer." The elevator finally arrived with a ding, and we were able to begin the descent down 15 floors that felt like 30 at the crawling speed of the old machinery.

  She giggled, "You don't seem like the cat type."

  "Oh, it's a manly cat. Very fierce."

  "How old is he?"

  "She." I corrected. "She is three years old, and the cutest damn thing you've ever seen." She stifled another laugh as I said it.

  "So is it really your cat, or do you have a girlfriend or something?"

  "Just me and Killer in the condo. Killer is very jealous, so I don't bring any girls home. What about you?"

  "I have 2 cats and a puppy at home. None of them sound as fierce as Killer though." She answered. I was looking for more guidance on her relationship status, but I felt like my intention in that question was clear. She was obviously avoiding answering it, so I dropped the subject. I was trying to think of something else to ask to avoid any awkward silences when she beat me to it.

  "So how old are you, like really?"

  "What do you mean, 'like really'? Why would I lie about my age?"

  "It's not that, it's that everyone in the office really doesn't know anything about you. I mean, I'm sure Kevin does, and maybe some of the other department heads and supervisors, but all of us unimportant people and interns rarely see you, let alone talk to you."

  "First off, everyone in the office is important, even the interns. Second, I'm just so busy all the time. I get to the office, I stay in my office, and I run out for lunch and then back to my desk. Actually, you're the first person I've gone to lunch with that wasn't for something business related or at the company's expense." We finally reached the lobby and headed out onto the street.

  "You didn't answer my question," She pointed out, ignoring everything else I had just said.

  "I'm 24." I said, while simultaneously pointing toward my favorite burger joint just a block away.

  "Wow."

  "Wow? What the hell does wow mean?"

  "It's a statement of wonder."

  "Hilarious, why are you using it?"

  "It's just that we all thought you were 30, or at least closer to it."

  "Fantastic, next you'll tell me these pants make my ass look fat."

  "Nope, your ass looks great in those slacks." She stated very matter of fact.

  "Uh, thanks." I stole a glance in her direction, but she wasn't showing any notable emotion. We walked into the burger place and were seated near the back, where we quickly placed an order for two burgers and fries. I ordered a beer to wash it down.

  "Isn't that against company policy?" She accused.

  "Not when I do it. Now keep your mouth shut, or I'll sing like a bird about that key you have." I shot back. She put her hands up in mock surrender.

  "Whatever you say, as long as I get a sip of your beer."

/>   "You got yourself a deal. Now, tell me a bit about yourself."

  "Well, let's see. I'm 18, I just started college last semester at UC, and I live about 30 minutes west of here in the suburbs." My beer arrived as she finished.

  "Did you say you were 18?" I clarified.

  "Yeah."

  "You definitely cannot have any sips of my beer then." Then I promptly took a long gulp from my beer.

  "Oh come on. Did you seriously think I was 21?"

  "I didn't really think about it. I'm not used to hanging around with anyone under the age of 40 anymore."

  "Into cougars then, I respect that." She joked as our food arrived.

  "Ha. Ha. Very funny, my love life is no concern of yours, little girl."

  "Oh, I'm a little girl now?" She rifled through her purse and came out with her phone. I was about to ask her what she was doing when the flash went off.

  "What the hell was that for?" I asked while trying to blink away the spots in my eyes.

  She turned her phone toward me and on the screen was a picture of me, holding a beer. There was a long pause, then I checked for any staff and handed her my beer, which she gladly accepted and took a smug swig from.

  "I can't believe you just blackmailed me."

  "So what do you do for fun, Brandon?" She took another swig of my beer.

  "Oh you know, provide alcohol to minors, cards every Wednesday, late night Netflix."

  "So you don't have any hobbies? Nothing you look forward to doing?"

  "Well, I used to go to a lot of concerts, I love music, and I really do play cards with some guys from my condo association on Wednesday. I used to read a lot too, but I just don't have the time right now."

  "That's sad; you should make more time for yourself."

  "Oh, you know, one day I will."

  She shook her head at me and finally gave me back my beer.

  "Do you have any family?" She asked.

  "Yeah, they're all in Idaho. They moved there when I was in middle school. I moved back as soon as I finished High School. I couldn't stand the emptiness of the area after growing up in the city. I needed something busier. Sometimes I think that was a mistake." The waitress came by and placed two heart shaped cookies in front of us. I stared at them in confusion but was never one to turn down free cookies. "What about you, any family?"

  "Yeah, I still live with my parents now. I can't afford to pay for college, work an internship that up until recently wasn't paying me anything, and live on my own."

  "That's understandable." I assured her. "You'll get it together eventually. You probably have a job waiting for you at the firm when your internship is up. That's what happened to me."

  "I would like to get my degree first."

  "Then you can work part time until you're ready."

  "Do you think they'll let me do that?"

  "I'll put in a good word for you. Trust me, Kevin will do whatever I tell him is best. He's the reason I have this job, we go back a ways."

  "How did you meet him?"

  "He's my Dad's best friend. I've known him forever really. It's part of the reason I came out this way. I knew that I could get some experience and maybe a part-time job here until I could find something sustainable, but it just kind of worked out."

  "That's really nice! Lucky you."

  "Yep. Well, lunch time is just about over. Let's call it quits and head back to the office before they start wondering if I kidnapped you."

  "It's always the quiet ones." She laughed.

  We made it back to the office and parted ways under a disapproving glare from Amy at the front door. God only knows what that's all about, and why did she decorate the office window with little baby angels?

  I focused the rest of the week on getting the grueling work for both projects out of the way, and handing over to Claire as much as I thought she could handle. Thursday, February 12th was here before I knew it and I had the FOIA request due the next day. My plan was to try and knock out the rest of the FOIA request today, and somehow finish the proposal on Friday so I wouldn't have to work during the weekend. I was zoned in and punching at my keyboard when Claire popped in and yelled my name, succeeding in scaring me senseless for a second time.

  "Brandon!"

  "Damn it, Claire." I finally muttered while clutching my chest.

  "You scare too easily. It's because you're so high strung."

  "Is that what you came in here to tell me? Because if so, I'm going to throw this stapler at you." I lifted the stapler for good measure.

  "No, it's snowing! Like, a lot. They say that it's going to be very bad. I wanted to make sure you didn't stay late tonight and get stuck in it." She actually sounded concerned.

  "Well, I still have a lot to do, so I probably will stay late today. I'll be fine though, I promise."

  "Brandon! If you have a lot to do, why haven't you given me more to work on?" She was visibly disappointed in me, like a mother scolding a child.

  "I can finish the rest, really. I'll just need to stay a little later to get it done."

  "Then I'm staying with you. We can finish sooner and get out of here before it gets really bad." Her tone didn't leave it open for discussion, and she punctuated it by walking out of my office.

  About an hour later, with a half hour left in the day, she showed back up in my office, again without knocking. I was on the phone with someone else, so I held up a finger and she took a seat across from me. I politely listened to the client on the other line, adding affirmation or agreement where it was needed. I had already included this laundry list of items in our reports, but when the client wants to reiterate, you listen. I looked at Claire, who was on her phone, and I glanced at her chest, and then noticed that this was the first time I had seen her hair up in a ponytail. Wait a second. Was that cleavage? My eyes darted back down and saw that she must have invested in some kind of push up bra, because she was showing off a little boob at the top of her low cut, black long sleeve shirt made from some thin and snug material. It was tasteful, but pleasing to the eye regardless. My eyes darted up just in time as she put her phone down and looked up at me.

  "You know, cell phones are also against company policy." I pointed out for my amusement alone and possibly to cover the fact that I had just been ogling her body.

  "Excuse me?" The client said on the other side of the line.

  "Oh, no not you, sorry sir." I smacked my own forehead as Claire covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. "I was just scolding one of the interns as she walked past my office. You just can't find good help these days." I sneered at her and she stuck her tongue out at me. "Yes sir, I understand. Yes sir, you'll have it first thing tomorrow. Alright, have a good day, bye." I hung up and glared at her.

  "Don't get mad at me for your own stupidity." She scolded.

  "You shouldn't be on your phone anyway! You'll have to text your boyfriend some other time." She gave me a quizzical look and then shook her head.

  "How late are you staying tonight?" She said instead.

  "As late as it takes, probably another two and a half hours worth."

  "Is that factoring in me staying tonight?"

  "You don't have to stay; I told you already, I'll be fine."

  "I'm staying. So we should be able to knock it all out it an hour or hour and a half."

  "Is this why you came in here, to tell me what I'm doing?" I laughed.

  "Pretty much."

  "You know, I'm your boss. You're my assistant, remember?"

  "Well then, when you start enforcing your rules with more backbone, I'll start listening. Just tell me what to do." She got all smug like she does when she thinks she's won something.

  "Fine. Touche. Go grab one of the laptops. You organize everything and code each file, I'll finish the reports to send to you, and then you can clean it all up to send to the client."

  "Deal." She hopped up and bounced down the hallway, her white flowing skirt was threatening to get caught in the flow of air and show more of her creamy whit
e thighs then could be considered decent. I sighed inwardly. She had been dressing to impress more often. I guess whoever is dating her now must be feeling pretty happy about himself.

  We knocked out the work in about an hour, clicking away and chatting idly about music and books that we had heard or read. By the time we closed up and looked out the window, there was probably two inches of fresh snow on the ground. Perhaps it was abnormal weather for the middle of February, but nothing to write home about.