Hungry Boss

by Charlize Starr

  “I could have gone and gotten myself one, he didn’t have to do that,” Margie said, and Lance placed a hand on her bare knee. She felt an electrical surge run down her spine.

  “Jim is responsible for the alcohol. It’s kinda like his job.” Lance laughed and withdrew his hand from her knee. Margie wasn’t sure how to react to that. Was she supposed to feel elated that Lance had that kind of a relationship with his friends? She was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Lance Healy in his natural habitat was a surprise, a mixture of all the things that she had not expected him to be. Arrogant, carefree, polite and sincere all at once.

  “So this is what frat parties look like?” Margie said, looking around her just as somebody flew into the pool with a splash. Lance laughed and nodded.

  “Yes, exactly. Sometimes even more fun,” he said, pointing and laughing at the guy who had jumped into the pool, crashing into the two girls.

  “So this is usually how you spend your Friday evenings?” Margie turned to ask him again. Lance was not looking at her anymore. He was yelling out friendly insults to his friends in the pool, and Margie tried to smile.

  Did he want to talk to her anymore?

  “So, I was asking…is this how you spend your Friday evenings usually?” She smiled sweetly at him, but he still hadn’t turned back to her.

  “Hey, Margie. Excuse me for a second there. I’ll be right back.” Lance suddenly stood up and ran over to the pool, stretching out his arm to one of the girls who was struggling to climb out.

  Margie watched as the girl grabbed on to his arm and Lance pulled. She fell on top of him, with Lance lying on the grass on his back. They were both laughing, and the girl was leaning over him, whispering into his ear.

  Margie had had enough. She didn’t know what Lance wanted from her, why he had suddenly started ignoring her, or why he was flirting with other women right in front of her.

  “Here’s your beer, princess.” She heard a voice and when she looked up, Jim, Lance’s friend with the alcohol, had turned up with two bottles.

  “I don’t want it, thanks,” she said, with her brows crossed, and stood up from the chair. Jim shrugged and turned away from her.

  Lance was still on the grass, his hands on the bare waist of the girl on top of him. She was wearing a skimpy pink two-piece and was straddling Lance as she sat over him.

  Margie turned on her heel and began to walk away, towards the house again. This was a bad idea. She should not have wanted to see Lance in his usual surroundings. This was who he was in reality, the rest of it was just a fantasy. What was she even thinking? She could feel the rage rising up in her throat. In just in a matter of minutes, everything had changed for her.

  “Hey! Margie! Where are you going?” She heard Lance’s voice and she turned around to look at him. Her face was a bright red, she knew that already, but she made an effort to smile anyway.

  “Sorry, I have to go,” she said and waved at him. Lance pushed the girl from on top of him onto the grass and started to straighten himself up. Margie turned away and slid the glass doors open. She didn’t want to have to explain to him that she was jealous. That she thought he was interested in her, and it made her blood boil to watch him flirting with somebody else. What would he think of her if she told him that? Maybe the look on her face had already given her away.

  Margie was pushing through the stream of the crowd again, the claustrophobia rising in her. She couldn’t believe she had been so stupid. Claire was right all along, Lance was nothing more than someone taking advantage of her naivety.

  She felt an arm around her waist and, when she turned around, it was the same drunk guy who had directed her to the pool. He grabbed her and pressed her close to him.

  “Where are you going? Come dance with me,” he said, close to her face. His breath stank of beer and Margie moved her face away.

  “I don’t want to dance with you. Let me go.” She pushed against him, but his grip was strong. She didn’t know how she was going to escape him. She could feel his hands all over her and she felt like she was going to be sick.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Bryan? Let her go!” Lance’s voice thundered behind her and she felt the guy’s grip instantly loosen from around her.

  “Hey, you okay?” Lance touched her shoulder and Margie lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest. That was her first instinct, to not let go of the man she was falling in love with.

  Chapter Four

  Lance had picked her up and was carrying her through the crowd. Before she even knew what was happening. Margie had her arms wrapped around him tightly as he traversed the crowd, light on his feet. They burst through the front doors of the house and Margie could finally breathe again.

  But then again, she was in the arms of Lance Healy, so not much breathing chance there. His arms were strong and muscular and he didn’t seem to be putting a whole lot of effort into carrying her.

  “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he said, after several minutes of silence. She had no idea where he was carrying her to.

  “It’s alright. It was probably harmless, anyway,” Margie managed to say, even though she felt breathless in his arms. Their eyes locked. He was staring at her like he wanted to devour her.

  “Why were you running away, Margie?” He whispered, close to her ear, and she blushed. She interlaced her fingers together behind his neck as they made their way down the dark lanes of the campus. A few street lamps lit their path, but she still had no idea where they were going.

  “Were you running away from me?” he probed again, and she shook her head.

  “I was claustrophobic. I just wanted to get out of there,” she mumbled, and he suddenly put her down. She felt the trunk of a tree against her back as he pressed himself close to her.

  “Margie…” he muttered her name and bent his face towards her. She closed her eyes just as his lips enveloped hers. He pushed her to the tree trunk as she clutched his shoulders. They were kissing gently, and she could taste him now. His tongue was slowly pushing its way between her lips, making its way in. She could feel herself growing wet between her legs. Nobody had ever made her feel this way with just one kiss.

  Her nails dug into the flesh of his back as his hands found their way to her butt. He pulled her closer and they continued kissing. It was Lance who eventually pulled away.

  Margie giggled and their foreheads knocked. She had just kissed Lance Healy!

  “Lance…” she began to say as she felt his hand slowly trace the arch of her back. His other hand was running up her thigh now, approaching that warm, throbbing core of her that nobody had ever touched.

  “You should know…I’ve never…” she didn’t know what to say, but Lance pressed a finger to her lips and smiled.

  “That’s okay,” he whispered, and she breathed in sharply. His hand had found its way to her wetness. He was stroking it deftly, and she could feel her body quivering. It was a reaction she had not been prepared for.

  “We’ll take it slow.” His voice was hoarse and gruff. She could barely see him in the dark, but her eyes were adjusting to the moonlight now.

  Margie didn’t know what to do. Her instinctual reaction was to continue digging her nails into his back, but it only seemed to entice him more.

  “We need to get this off first,” he said, feeling for the zipper of her dress at the back. She bunched up the fabric of his T-shirt at the same time, tugging at it. She wanted to see him naked again. With one swift movement he had unzipped her dress and it fell quickly to the ground, around her ankles.

  Margie let go of him, reaching instinctively with her hands to cover her breasts. She was blushing, shy at the thought of allowing Lance Healy of all people to see her naked. She wasn’t sure what he would think of her.

  His eyes sparkled as he stared at her, and while keeping his focus on her he pulled his T-shirt up and over his head, eventually tossing it to the ground. Without a word, he reached f
or her hands, slowly pulling them away from her breasts. He ran his fingers gently along the lines of her lace bra. Margie could feel the goosebumps on the flesh of her arms and the back of her neck.

  “You’re beautiful, Margie. Let me see you,” he said, and reached around to unhook the bra. She felt another rush of cold air as her breasts were exposed in a flash.

  Lance reached for the straps and pulled them down her arms, and her breasts bounced slightly at the movement.

  Slowly, keeping his eyes on her face to study her reaction, he reached for her breasts. His hands hovered over them both. Margie couldn’t bear it anymore, her body was revolting against her. She pressed her eyes closed tightly just as she felt the sensation of a wet mouth around her right nipple. Lance was sucking on it, gently at first and then vigorously.

  Margie’s back arched without warning. She was thrusting her breasts towards him. She felt him draw away from her right nipple to her left, and a soft moan escaped her lips. He was taking his time with her.

  She wanted to feel him too, touch every inch of him. Her hands reached for his naked torso, feeling the chiseled muscles on his body till her fingers reached the top of his jeans. She could feel a smattering of fine hair which disappeared into his pants.

  She heard him laugh a little.

  “Getting a little ahead of yourself there,” he said, and Margie blushed. His hands were up her thighs now, slowly stroking her again. With every stroke of his finger, the feeling of wanting him inside her grew. She wasn’t afraid of it any more. She wanted to experience it, with nobody else other than Lance.

  Margie wasn’t bothered by his laughter, and allowed herself to unzip his pants and work on his belt. He helped her and then slowly eased his pants down.

  She hadn’t expected him to not be wearing underwear, although he probably hadn’t had time to change into fresh ones after the swim and in his rush to follow her.

  Instead a big, throbbing penis greeted her as he rolled his pants down. Never before had she wanted one inside her so badly. He grabbed her waist suddenly and pulled her closer to him. She could feel the squeaky wetness between her legs, she was ready to have him.

  “Margie…” he began to say, and she was the one who placed a finger on his lips this time.

  “I want this, Lance,” she said, and slowly started to peel down her panties. Lance watched her admiringly, as she stepped out of them and stood in front of him. He was holding his penis in his hands now, massaging it while looking at her naked body.

  “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said gruffly, and then with his other hand he pushed her against the tree trunk again. Lance fell on her, pressing his body to hers and they were kissing again. She didn’t know where to touch him, she thrust her tongue into his mouth as she felt him bunch up her hair in his hands.

  With his other hand he parted her legs. She thrust her hips into his, grinding herself against him. His penis felt hot and large against her thigh. He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled softly, just as she felt him push himself inside her.

  Margie gasped, not expecting the sensation to feel this overpowering. Lance was slow, watching her face as he gently pushed inside her, inch by inch. She was moaning now. She wanted him inside her completely, wanted him to reach that spot in her core that was aching to be stroked.

  “Lance!” She screamed out his name as he grabbed her waist, tugged her hair in his hands and gave a final thrust. He was inside her completely. She had wrapped one of her legs around his thighs to keep herself in place. Now her hold was weakening, and she could feel all her muscles relaxing.

  He was pulling out. A panic overcame her face. What was happening? She could feel him slide out of her, but just as she was about to scream at him to stop he had thrust inside her again. Margie moaned loudly, her butt crashing against the tree trunk with the weight of Lance against her. She dug her nails into his flesh deeper. She wanted to have all of him, all the time, deeper and deeper.

  Lance picked up speed. He was thrusting into her and then pulling out in a quick, successive motion. He grunted every time he pulled out and then pushed in a little deeper. Margie’s eyes rolled, her body was shaking and she was moaning louder than she would have wanted to. But there was no stopping them now. She was going to have her first orgasm.

  “Lance!” She screamed his name again, as he shuddered inside her hard. She could see that his body was glistening with sweat, and he was losing control too. It was time she gave in to what her body and mind really wanted. Margie tightened her leg around him as her thighs quivered. Her toes curled inside her shoes. She screamed out his name repeatedly and Lance was orgasming too. She could feel him oozing inside her and her body quivered more violently.

  Lance was grunting, his grip on her hair had come loose and now he was clutching her waist tightly. They were both moaning loudly, until their souls were finally satisfied.

  Lance pulled himself out of her, several seconds after it was over. Margie stood in the same position, her leg still around his thighs. Their breathing was heavy. She wasn’t sure when she would be able to breathe normally again.

  Lance was smiling as he pulled out and then started rummaging in the dark for his clothes. Margie bit down on her lip and started looking for her own clothes. She didn’t know what she was supposed to say.

  “That was great, Margie.” It was Lance who finally said something, as he buttoned up his pants and started to tie his belt.

  Margie was zipping up her dress and she shook her hair in an attempt to make it fall back into place.

  “It was,” she said, smiling at him. She wanted to rest her head on his chest and hug him tightly, but she wasn’t sure what was appropriate, or what he expected from her now. How slowly would he want to take their relationship?

  “You’re beautiful and lovely,” he said and quickly pressed a kiss on her cheek. She was blushing again.

  “Are you going back to the party now?” she asked him, leaning back against the tree trunk again.

  “I have to, sadly. People are going to start missing me, and then they’ll start talking and gossiping behind our backs,” he said, a sudden reminder to Margie of just who was. A celebrity in college. Lance Healy needed to tread carefully.

  “Of course. No, you should go. I’m tired. I think I’ll head back.” She adjusted her dress again, already regretting her decision to not go back with him to the party.

  “Okay. I’ll see you in the library tomorrow?” he asked, beginning to walk away from her.

  “It’s a date,” she said, a huge smile spreading on her face. Lance grinned at her, turned and then started jogging away towards the frat house, which she could see in the distance.

  Margie shrugged and hugged herself, the smile on her face only widening. She began to walk back towards her dorm and wondered if she should tell Claire. Just how secretive did Lance want their relationship to be? Either way, she was just happy knowing that she would see him again, that he was her first, that she would always have this beautiful memory of him.

  Chapter Five

  Margie was in the library an hour in advance the next day. She sat with the pile of books in front of her, her arms placed neatly on the table, her legs crossed and an uncharacteristically wide smile on her face. She could barely believe what a good mood she was in, but it wasn’t that unbelievable. She had been in the arms of Lance Healy the previous night, and he had been inside her. She had a good reason to be happy.

  Mrs. Brown was throwing her looks, Margie was aware of that, but she only had a smile to give to Mrs. Brown today. Nothing could bring her down. She wondered what Lance would be wearing, what he would say to her, whether he’d kiss her on the cheek or give her a hug when he walked in. She couldn’t get that scent of him out of her mind.

  After an hour and a half of waiting, Margie glanced at her wrist watch again. He hadn’t been late last time. What was holding him up?

  She opened one of the books, thinking it was perhaps a good idea to chart ou
t a study plan for the day.

  That took half an hour. By this time, Lance was over an hour late and Margie could feel her heart beginning to palpitate. Had he forgotten? Was he ashamed of himself? Did he not like her anymore?

  Margie glanced at her watch again. Then she stood up and walked over to the water fountain. Another fifteen minutes crept by. She ran a hand through her red curls, which she had tied in a loose, low ponytail today. She decided to give him another half an hour.

  Eventually, after she had waited for three hours by herself, Margie realized it was time to give up. She collected her books into her bag again, let out a deep breath and made her way out of the library. Where on Earth could he have been? She knew how worried he was about the upcoming test. Why would he miss a free tutorial with her?

  Without giving it much thought Margie started walking towards the frat house. She realized she didn’t know all that much about Lance, other than what everyone else knew about him. Was she just one of the crowd? Nonetheless, the frat house was going to be the best bet to find him, because she didn’t even have his number.

  Margie felt immediately self-conscious as she approached the frat house. A couple of frat guys were hanging around outside, sitting on wooden boxes and lawn chairs, drinking beers. The guy, Bryan, who had tried to feel her up the previous night was there too. He saw her walking up to them but turned his face away, leaning in towards the guy sitting next to him to whisper in his ear. Margie could feel her neck growing red.

  “Hi,” she eventually said, coming to a stop at the bottom of the steps. She was clutching the straps of the backpack on her back and tried to keep her body as still as possible, to appear confident.

  “Yes?” One of the guys asked, while some of the others sniggered. She didn’t know what they were laughing at, but it made her blush even more. These were Lance’s friends, these were the people he connected with as human beings. Margie could feel a searing pain of regret coursing up her spine. How badly had she misjudged Lance?