Is Mr White Mr Right?

by J A Fielding

  “This is so damn messed up.” She thought as she took her phone out of her purse. “Celia would know exactly what to do,” she said to herself as she scrolled for her best friend’s number. She finally found it and swiped the screen to call. Her fingers were trembling as the phone rang on the other end. A soft knock on her window sent her into panic mode. The phone dropped to the floor as her hand landed on the car horn resulting in a resounding honk in the serene environment.

  “Fuck!” she said loud enough as she turned her head to see a smiling Mitchell standing outside the car. She nervously placed a finger on the power window and smiled as the window slowly rolled down.

  “Do I need to get you some ice for that?” Mitchell asked gesturing to the bruise that was now forming on her wrist. She looked at her hand and let out a nervous laugh.

  “I’ll be fine, Mr. Schmidt,” she said politely. She felt her heart skip as he smiled at her again. “Darn, Tasha. What is with you today?” she wondered. Could it be that her dry spell was playing into her personality making her the biggest klutz she knew?

  “Call me Mitch. Mr. Schmidt is my dad,” Mitchell said looking at her. She smiled at the statement. For some reason, even the most cliché remarks made this man unbelievably desirable.

  “OK, Mitch,” she said feeling a bit more relaxed.

  “You seemed really nervous in there,” he said leaning against the car. “I really thought you to be a bit more confident,” he added.

  “I passed out and the CEO of the company I was interviewing for gave me first aid,” she said looking t him. “Tell me that wouldn’t make you a bit nervous,” she said again. She involuntarily tucked a hair strand behind her hair. She always did that when she blushed.

  “True that,” Mitchell said. “You still did well enough though.”. she felt her cheeks flush.

  “I guess we’ll see in a few weeks,” she said laughing nervously.

  “There is a coffee shop around the corner that makes a killer latte,” he said passively. It seemed obvious to Natasha that this man had not had so many negative answers in his life. She smiled up at him.

  “Mitchell Schmidt, are you asking me out?” she asked surprised at her new found boldness.

  “Matter of fact I am,” he answered. “Now get out of the car. You’re making me look creepy to onlookers,” he added looking around. Natasha laughed as she reached for her purse. Once she was out of the car, she found herself looking at her rear view mirror for self approval. For some reason this would have to be the first guy she had met in over two years who wasn’t a complete douche. She almost wanted to kick herself as she stood in front of Mitchell who was obviously making his own mental judgment.

  “You know between the passing out and me carrying you, it might have slipped my mind to tell you how good you look,” he said effortlessly. She smiled at him and adjusted her skirt waistline.

  “Thank you, Mitch,” she said finally getting the courage to look him in the eye.

  “You know, not many women are able to pull off the glamorous official look all at once,” he said again. It was obvious that he was hard at work trying to charm her pants off and she did not want to let him know that it was working.

  Natasha nodded her approval as they began walking away from the parking lot. The walk though short was in a word uncomfortable as far as Natasha was concerned. Her loins were still heating up and the fact that this man made him blush almost every other second wasn’t helping. She kept her head low as she followed him out of the company premises and onto the street.

  She looked around as vehicles sped by like police cars in hot pursuit of some criminal. She suddenly felt an overwhelming wave as he slid his arm around his waist. She looked up at him and almost jumped his bones. “Oh my God, he is going to make a move right here,” she thought as she looked into his intense eyes.

  “Let’s get you on this other side,” he said softly moving her to his left side, away from the oncoming traffic. “I would hate for anything to happen to the future of NSCS,” he said with a smile. Natasha felt her heart skip a beat again. Was this one of the people who expected you to sleep with them for a promotion or a position in the company?

  “No Tasha, stop that,” she scolded herself. She pushed the perverted thought to the back of mind. Sometimes people were nice for the sake of being nice, right? She shrugged in an attempt not to think about it anymore.

  “Thanks,” she managed to say as they approached a coffee shop.

  “Could you believe it if I told you that this place has been around for more than ten years?” he asked as they walked through its doors. Natasha looked around. The place looked absolutely fabulous. It was kind of like Starbucks, only better.

  “A couple of years back, the lady who owns the place wanted to close down because she couldn’t afford the costs. It wasn’t as busy back then,” Mitchell explained as they walked in. “NSCS offered to partner with her fifty-fifty and voila,” he added with a smile.

  “Shit, he can be so full of himself,” Natasha thought looking at him. That would have to have been the first negative quality he had.

  “Good investment?” she asked looking at him.

  “Never regretted it especially since it doubles up as a bar after ten,” he said, a wide grin on his face.

  “Hey Mitch!” A young man called from behind the counter. “The usual?” he asked. Mitch waved at him and nodded.

  “You are a popular guy,” Natasha said to him with a smile.

  “Just around here,” he said as a waitress brought them two lattes. He lifted his cup and smiled. “To the start of something nice?” he asked looking at her. She took her cup and lifted it before flashing him a smile.

  “Here, here,” she said before taking a sip. He was right. The latte was like an orgasm of milk, coffee and caramel inside her mouth.

  “Good right?” Mitchell asked with a smile.

  “Awesome, actually,” she replied after finally swallowing. She looked into his eyes and felt a shiver down her spine. She did not know what it was about him that made her feel a bit, weak?

  “So, Natasha Black,” he started as he took another sip. “What else don’t I know about you? I mean apart from what you said in the interview.” He asked still looking at her.

  “Nothing much,” she said breaking the long gaze. “I lead a pretty boring life,” she said leaning back in her chair.

  “Really? You are going to make me work for it?” he asked. Natasha felt cornered.

  “Really. There is nothing to tell except for maybe no one calls me Natasha,” she said shrugging.

  “There we go,” he said with a smile. “What do people call you ?” he asked.

  “Tasha,” she said quickly.

  “Tasha,” he echoed. She could almost swear his eyes twinkled when he said it. “I like it,” he said finally.

  “What about you?” she asked. “Do you take all your interviewees on a date the first time you meet them?” she asked. It was her turn to put him in a spot. He smiled.

  “No, just the ones who pass out in my parking lot,” he said lightly. She giggled as she felt her cheeks grow hotter.

  “Well played,” she said circling the rim of her cup with her finger.

  “Well, I try,” he joked leaning forward. “So, Tasha, are you seeing anyone?” he asked looking straight into her eyes. She felt a chill go down her spine as she struggled to maintain eye contact.

  “No,” she said. “You?” She surprised herself at the question she had just thrown at him. “Not that I…….” “……..Don’t sweat it,” he said before taking a deep breath. “Well, let’s say, it’s complicated,” he finally answered. Natasha felt a wave of rage go through her. This was just what she needed. Another guy with a whole butt load of drama.

  “Oh,” she said as she lifted the cup to her lips to take another sip.

  “Does that make you uncomfortable?” he asked. Natasha was sure that he had seen her facial expression change. She was never good at hiding what she felt.<
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  “It’s not like we’re doing anything wrong, right?” she said with a smile.

  “Right. Just two adults enjoying a latte,” he answered with a smile.

  “Walk away, Tasha,” she thought as she glanced at her watch. “This won’t end well.”

  “This was nice,” she said placing the cup on the table. Mitchell looked at her and shook his head.

  “Was?” he asked. “Are we done already?” Natasha smiled at him.

  “This will have to do,” she said as she stood up. “We have to save some talk for next time,” she added.

  “Can I call you?” he asked standing up. She looked at him. This time her gaze was more targeted at his lips than eyes.

  “You got my number,” she said with a smile before walking away. As she slowly but surely walked out, she could still feel his eyes on her. She wondered whether it was so obvious that she liked him. “You can’t like him, Tasha,” she thought as she walked towards the NSCS parking lot. “He just might be your boss.”

  This sucked. McDreamy….Mitchell, was the greatest guy she had met in a while and he just had to be the boss of her dream company. “This is fucked up,” she concluded as she got into her car. She quickly picked up her phone and speed dialed Jay. It was either her long dry spell was making her find Mitchell, though ill mannered, outrageously attractive or….well, she would find out soon enough. Jay had used her once a few many times before. It was time to return the favor.

  “This is a surprise,” Jay said when he picked up the phone.

  “Yeah I know,” she said as she started the ignition. “No small talk. I need you to be at your place in twenty,” she said before hanging up. She loved the fact that she left him hanging. She would soon know whether Mitchell Schmidt was really her McDreamy or it was really her pussy that needed some well deserved action.

  *****

  “What’s the big emergency?” Jay asked when he opened the door. She looked at him and pushed him out of the way as she made her way to the bedroom. “Tasha? What’s going on?” he asked as she pulled her blouse over her head. Tasha turned around and undid her skirt’s zipper and let it fall to the ground.

  “What do you think?” she asked as she stepped out of her heels. “I’m horny,” she said as she walked to the bedroom without looming back. She knew he would come after her. He always did so long as sex was on the table. When she opt to the bedroom door, she placed her hand on the door knob and turned around. By that time, Jay was already undoing his shirt buttons while trying to quickly walk towards her. “Leave it,” she said as she pushed the door. She swayed her hips slowly as she walked towards the bed.

  She could hear Jay’s labored breaths at the door and she was careful not to turn too quickly. She wanted him to enjoy the view before she denied it to him. She slowly turned revealing her full breasts that looked like they were about to break free from the lacy restraint that was her bra. She smiled at Jay as he walked towards her. His buttons were barely undone.

  Natasha put her hands on his waist as she undid his belt buckle before pulling it sharply. She smiled as she ran her hand over his crotch. She could feel that he already had a raging hard on. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips as she undid his pants and then his buttons. His hands were already making their way to the small of her back and finally down to grope her ass. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders before pushing him on the bed.

  He lifted his head to look at her. Natasha smiled when she saw how cute (in a pathetic kind of way) he looked with his pants around his ankles. She licked her lips seductively as she undid the clasp of her bra.

  “Beautiful,” she heard him say under his breath when her breasts finally bounced free. She then slid her panties off her legs before finally stepping out of them. As she climbed on top of him, she kicked her shoes off which made a resounding thud on the wooden floor. Jay brought his hand up to cup her face and then brought her face down to kiss her.

  She felt herself shiver as his lips slowly worked hers before finally feeling his tongue intertwine with hers. She sighed as her one of her breast rest softly in his palm. He pulled away from her and took one of her nipples inside her mouth. She moaned softly as his other hand kneaded her other breast softly.

  He had clearly not forgotten what to do when it came to pleasing her body. She stretched her hand to the bedside table where she knew he always kept the rubbers and took one out. He was still busy giving her breasts great oral pleasure when she slipped the rubber on his rigid cock.

  She pressed herself against his head as he sucked her harder making her moan loudly. She felt herself melt onto his waiting cock and knew it was time. She pulled herself away from him and held him by his wrists.

  She could tell he was surprised when she secured her straddle while pinning his arms over his head. She looked down on his face as she lowered herself on his hard cock.

  “Oh….Tash….oh fuck,” he mumbled as her wet cunt engulfed his cock. She smiled as she looked at his face which was winced in pleasure as she worked herself on his rigid pole. She lifted herself slowly before going back down on it making him now moan her name.

  Her pace was slowly getting steady with every stroke, an obvious sign that her pussy was getting used to his size. She slowly moved herself on and off his cock as she squeezed her pelvis down on him making sure he stayed that way. She then began working short strokes on him, just letting herself fuck his highly sensitized cock head.

  His moans grew louder as she cock teased him. She was liking every minute of this. He tried lifting his pelvis up to bury himself inside her hot, wet pussy but she tightened her knee grip around his waist.

  “Down boy,” she said as she brought her face down to kiss him. He moaned softly when she let her tongue intertwine with his as she went on fucking him using the slow strokes that were obviously driving him insane. She pulled away and saw him close his eyes, slowly resigning to his fate

  ”That’s it,” she said before allowing her pussy to take in the whole of him. He groaned loudly as he sunk himself inside her hot depths. Her speed increased as her strokes got longer and more intense. His pelvis was now freely rising to meet her own long thrusts. He opened his eyes to see her tits bouncing right in front of his face and again, he took a nipple inside his mouth and began sucking. She moaned loudly as she worked her pussy faster and harder on his hard shaft. Slurpy, sloshy sounds filled the room as his cock moved in and out of her, rapidly making her wetter, drenching the covers. He let go of her nipple only to take in another one and suck it with the same intensity.

  When he finally let her go, her beautiful full tits stood alert and highly aroused. He freed his hands and made her head lie on his shoulder. He placed his hands around her waist and took over the dominant role, driving his cock deeper inside her. He used his strong grip on her waist to pull himself inside her wetness which was suddenly getting tighter. He always wanted to see her when she had her climax but this time, he could not let himself pull out of her. The way her tight pussy closed over his penis when she was about to give in to her pleasure made him achieve his own orgasm. He groaned as she screamed out loud. They could both feel a warm fluid coating the insides of their inner thighs.

  “Damn,” he said as he slowed down. She was shivering in his arms. Beads of sweat were all over her back and breasts. She pulled away from him as she felt his limp cock slip out of him. She looked down at him and smiled. “Does this mean what I think it does?” he asked amid short breaths. She looked at him and scoffed before letting herself drop on the bed.

  “It doesn’t mean anything Jay,” she said as she reached for tissues to clean herself up.

  “But why….” “….please Jay, don’t ruin my mood for round two,” she cut him short as she brought her face to his to kiss him again. He wrapped his arms around her as he responded to her kiss. She felt an inward victory as she felt his arms on her back. She was over him. She was completely over Jay. But wait, then this meant that her attraction to Mitchell Schm
idt was genuine. It wasn’t the dry spell. “I am officially screwed,” she thought as Jay came on top of her.

  Chapter 3

  Natasha walked through the living room with a big bowl of chips as her best friend followed closely. She had been dancing around the details of the interview, and Jay and Mitchell. She had no idea how to break the news because she knew Rita would judge. She had always been judgmental and she was not known to ever mince her words. Natasha had no idea how she was going to begin or how she would end, if Rita even allowed her to get to the end of her story.

  “Girl, you are killing me,” Rita said rolling her eyes. Natasha sighed as she sat down. She put the bowl of chips on the couch next to her as Rita sat down. She crossed her legs and looked at Natasha right in the eye. Natasha felt her cheeks flush. She hated being so light skinned.

  “You have to promise not to overreact,” Natasha said taking Rita’s hands in hers.

  “What?” Rita pressed. “Are you selling our country’s secrets to the soviets?” she asked in cynicism.

  Natasha smiled. “Very funny,” she said leaning close. “Okay, me and Jay,” she started after taking a long breath. “Did the nasty,” she added giggling like a teenage girl in love.

  “Oh hell no,” Rita said yanking her hand from Natasha’s grip. “You fucked Jay? What the hell is wrong with you?” she asked in surprise. Unfortunately, Rita was being a bit more dramatic than Natasha had hoped she would.

  “Could you say that a little louder, I don’t think my dad heard you,” Natasha said in a hushed whisper. She looked over her shoulder at Eric who was busy at the kitchen table working on his laptop.

  “Seriously girl, “ Rita started again. Her voice was thankfully lower this time round. “I thought you said you were done with Jay,” she said crossing her legs on the couch. Natasha shrugged.

  “Well, I was horny,” Natasha snapped back. “A three month dry spell tends to do that to you, you know,” she added in a whisper.