by Eva Luxe
It wasn’t lost on me that she continued to press her body to me, warming me from the inside. Her fingertips would occasionally graze across my skin and it drove me wild.
The night was winding down and I thought that if I had a chance with her, it was now or never. “Hey, would you like to come back to my place to hang out for a bit?” I said nonchalantly. Play it cool, Gardner…
She stared at me for a moment, and then looked back to her friends. “Yeah, that would be cool.” She waved at them and ignored their catcalls and eyebrow waggles.
We made it out to the parking lot together, and she jumped in the passenger side of my car, her soft feminine laugh sending my cock throbbing in my pants. Goddamn, she had a crazy effect on me. My desire for her was off the fucking charts.
I turned toward her. I had to touch her, more than I had to breathe. I ran a hand down her smooth hair and let it rest on the nape of her neck. “Not to be too forward here, but you are sexy as hell, Chrissy.”
She raised her eyes to mine. “You’re one to talk. Now, not to be too forward here,” she said, repeating me, “but please shut up and kiss me. I’ve been waiting long enough.”
At her demand, I leaned in, the magic of the moment scorching my soul. When our lips finally met, I tried not to devour her as I explored her mouth with my tongue, nibbling on her bottom lip while she let out a sexy sigh.
Her lips tasted like coconut and I was turned on by every aspect of her body. I ran my hands through her silky hair and groaned at the softness of it. She breathed onto my neck, and the sensation shot straight to my groin.
I grabbed her by the shoulders and dragged her across the armrest so that she was lying on top of me, her tits pressed into my chest. She adjusted those bare legs and pushed herself even harder against me.
Her crotch pressed against mine, and I couldn’t help rocking against her. The warmth radiating through those tight jeans made me want to rip them right off of her, especially when she moaned out loud and leaned her head back from the pleasure of it.
I wasn’t sure if we were going to have sex right there in the parking lot because it wasn’t exactly my style, but I wanted her now more than ever.
After a moment or two, our panting around together came to a crashing halt when we heard some yelling in the parking lot, sounding totally wasted.
Chrissy leaned her head up and looked out the window. “Holy shit!”
“What’s going on?” I tried to peer around her so I could see. I hoped I wouldn’t have to break up any drunken parking lot fights.
“It’s Raina.” Chrissy breathed out in frustration. “She’s really shit-faced. I didn’t think she was anywhere near this bad when we came out here. Ugh, I can’t believe I forgot about her like this.”
Raina approached the car, looking different shades of green and white. “I think she’s sick,” Chrissy said.
“Should we take her home?” I asked. I wanted to be a good guy, but I secretly hoped she could ride with someone else because I didn’t want her to puke in my car.
“I think she’s bad off,” Chrissy said, still not really answering my question. “Come here, sweetie.”
She opened the car door to grab Raina but Raina stopped and began heaving in the parking lot. A moment later she threw up right there in the middle of the asphalt.
Chrissy looked back at me. “I’m so sorry, I’m going to have to take care of her.” She looked genuinely apologetic.
“It’s okay, I understand,” I said, waving it off.
“Thank you.” She put an arm around Raina and held her up by the waist. “I’ll call you? Maybe next time?”
I was frustrated, sure, but it just made me even more determined for the next encounter. I’d lost my chance twice now, and I was hell bent on making sure she didn’t slip through my fingers a third time.
Chapter 5 – Chrissy
It had been a week since my encounter with Adam at the bar, and the silence that followed was deafening.
At home, I’d been unable to do much besides fantasize about him. Lying in my bed, I’d let my fingers trail down to my pussy, which seemed perpetually wet and ready for him.
Why won’t he just come over and fuck me already? I couldn’t help but think.
I’d remember days spent trying to hang out with him when we were young, even though he’d prefer to play video games with my brother. I would watch him and then wish he would come give my first kiss.
Now, I realized my fantasies could actually come true. I wanted him to kiss me, take me over his knee and spank me, pull my panties to the side and put his finger in me, before finally putting his big cock in me… for my very first time.
The thought of it drove me wild, and I had spent way too much time masturbating while thinking of him. Rubbing my clit, I would wish my hand was his as I made myself cum by moaning his name.
But during the day, like now, I tried to keep myself busy. I’d been seeing a lot more of Raina than usual, just to keep my horny thoughts at bay.
“Why do you think he hasn’t called me?” I asked her now, as I took a bite of my pizza slice.
“I don’t know, probably because I puked everywhere and made a fool of both of us.” Raina rolled her eyes as she too took a bite of her sausage and olive pizza.
“Yeah you really didn’t sell us very well, did you?” I grinned so she’d know I was only teasing her.
Raina gulped down a sip of her Sprite. “I mean, it’s not like you guys are actually dating or anything. Give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he’s busy.” She shrugged.
“I know, but I just have this feeling that there might actually be something between us.”
Raina rolled her eyes again. “Girl, I think it’s time you set your sights on a different type of summer fling. Stay away from Daddy’s Exciting New Employee.”
I laughed. “So that’s what we’re calling him these days?”
She shrugged. “If the shoe fits.”
I sighed dramatically and picked at a piece of pepperoni on my plate. Suddenly I wasn’t hungry anymore. I hadn’t yet told Raina about my close encounter with Adam and how heavily we had been making out that night by the bar in his car.
This was actually the first time I had seen her since that time because she’d snagged up a summer job at a local consignment shop and had started already. She had tons of hours to boost her cash fund and I couldn’t blame her for wanting to take the work.
I bit my lip and stared at her.
“Oh God, now what?” She blew out an exasperated puff of air and leaned back in her chair. She looked at me expectantly. “You are a fucking piece of work, Monroe, you know that?”
She smiled, giving me a hard time even though we both knew it was all in good fun. Since we were eating outside, there was tons of action going on near the busy street. A couple of rowdy teenage boys rolled past us on skate boards and whistled in our direction.
“Hey, sexy girls!”
“Oh please, you wish!” I yelled back, laughing. They all whooped and high-fived each other.
“Don’t make a scene,” Raina hissed. “You’ll only encourage them!”
“Well, there’s something I haven’t told you yet about that night.” I picked at my thumb nail and took a deep breath.
“Oh dear God,” Raina responded. “What is it?”
“Well, things got a little…spicy in his car right before you came up to us and won the puke of the year performance.”
“Oh yeah?” She leaned forward in a “do-tell” pose.
“Yeah, we kind of…kissed.” I grimaced and tensed up, waiting for her reaction which would probably be a chew out lecture.
“You kissed? Are you serious?” Raina sat back up with a jot and slammed her hands against the table with a loud smack sound.
“Serious as a heart attack,” I admitted and grinned.
Raina’s eyes were as big as plates. “So, what do you mean by kissed? And how the hell could you have kept that from me for a whole week? No wond
er you’re so upset about why he hasn’t called or texted you!”
“I know!” I exclaimed and threw my hands in the air. Finally, my best friend understood the point I was trying to get across. “And by kissed, I mean that things got pretty hot and heavy in the car.”
“Oh yeah? Like how hot and heavy?” Raina grinned and waggled her eyebrows.
“Well, at one point I wondered if we were actually going to fuck right there in the front seat or something.”
“Hot damn, girlfriend.” Raina exclaimed again as some people walking past looked at her funny. “Sorry if I was a cock blocker.”
“Well it probably wouldn’t have been a good idea anyway to have sex with him in a parking lot,” I admitted. “I mean, not the first time.”
“Yeah maybe not so much,” she agreed, wiping her hands with her napkin. “So what are you gonna do now?”
I sat back in my seat. “To be honest, I really have no fucking clue.”
“Maybe you should call him?” Raina suggested.
I winced. “You don’t think that would sound too desperate?”
Raina shrugged. “Maybe not after a week’s already past.”
“Okay, maybe.”
I pondered for a few minutes on the idea and we left in my car to go back to my house where Raina had parked to meet me earlier.
We got out in the driveway and Raina walked toward her car. “Don’t you want to come around the back for an evening swim?” I asked.
She shook her head and opened her car door. “Not tonight. I’ve got to make it an early night tonight. Work is going to be calling my name at eight o’clock sharp.”
I wrinkled my nose. “I’m definitely not jealous of that schedule.”
“Well if you do call him, let me know how it goes.” She gave me a wink and started her engine as I waved goodbye.
I raced inside and upstairs to my bedroom where my parents had left it exactly as it was before I left for college. They told me they wouldn’t change it until I was finished with college and moved out completely.
My sheets were soft and warm and smelled fresh. I thought about how close I’d come not only once but twice when it came to fulfilling my deepest, sexiest, and most private fantasies of sleeping with Adam Gardner. I was so close I could taste it…and him.
I typed out a text to him. Hey, how’s it going? Would you like to maybe get together for lunch one day soon?
I then reread the text five times. I took a deep breath and hit the send button before I could talk myself out of it. I clung to the hope that he would respond.
My wish came true, because not even five minutes later my phone buzzed. I dared to look up at the message and saw that it was from Adam. Hey, his message read. I’d love to get together and do lunch or something. Then he put a grinning emoji face at the end.
I beamed, smiling from ear to ear. Okay great, I wrote back.
How about Friday around 1? I can pick you up.
It’s a date, I said and squealed with delight. My plan worked after all.
I leaned back on my pillow, swooning with desire. This time, I was going to make sure I sealed the deal with him.
Chapter 6 – Adam
The moment I saw the message from Chrissy, desire grew in my belly and my cock started to throb with need.
We made plans to meet for lunch on Friday and even if it was against my better judgment, I knew I would be counting every minute until I saw her.
I went to my kitchen and opened up the fridge, absentmindedly staring off into space. I forgot what I was actually looking for inside, so I just grabbed the first thing I saw— a Bud Light.
I laid down on my couch and flicked through the channels without actually paying attention. My mind kept drifting back to Chrissy and her beautiful long blonde hair, her sensual and sexy eyes.
The way she moved her hips with deliberate femininity drove me wild. I had to have her. I had waited on texting or calling her because I was afraid I’d start begging, but at the same time I’d seen the desire in her eyes when she’d looked at me at the party, and the kiss we’d shared in my car was smoking hot.
She would look so good naked. The sounds of her soft moaning and sighing as we’d made out in my car came surging back to my mind and tingled in my ears.
I felt myself growing hard and tried to shake the thoughts out of my head, at least for now. Friday was only two days away but my heart was pounding in my chest. I wasn’t sure I could wait the two days but I had no choice. At least I would be distracted at work, I thought wryly.
I walked to my master bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, trying to focus on something else. I stared at my reflection for a few moments, wondering who I was and where I was going in life.
There were so many factors to consider when it came to starting something serious up with Chrissy. For starters, her brother was my best friend, and still loomed at the back of my mind. He’d messaged me a time or two since his ship had sailed, from somewhere in the Pacific, but even with satellite access, contact was spotty. I didn’t think it was the way to start a man-to-man hey-can-I-fuck-your-little-sister conversation.
Jack would be pissed off if he found out about us. I could hear him saying something like, “Boy, I am going to pound your ass into the ground.” It was kind of funny, and kind of cringe-worthy, because Jack was in good shape. But then, I hadn’t exactly let myself go. I could take him, but it’d be a hell of a fight.
And why was I even considering fighting my best friend over a girl I hadn’t even had a date with? I was probably overreacting—he would probably just say something like, “Dude, she’s an adult. You’d better be good to her and keep all the details to yourself.”
But then there was Chrissy’s father, the more local, and probably more realistic, threat. I wished I didn’t have to answer to these people. Chrissy was an adult. Yeah, she was a college student living at home during the summer, but she was still an adult. And yeah, I worked for Gary, but that didn’t give him the right to dictate what I did with my private time.
Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe Gary was all bluster. I guess I’d have to see what happened.
****
I pulled up in the parking lot of the Monroe Development Company, and stared at the twelve-story glass building rising above everything in the industrial park. For a second I felt like a kid, like I should be honored and humbled to even be allowed access.
But that was stupid— I did have a master’s degree in this, which was more than Gary Monroe had. I’d already worked on several highly successful and profitable projects as an intern. And since Gary wasn’t stupid either, he wouldn’t have put me on the team if I wasn’t going to help his company succeed.
He needed me as much as I needed him. And he was too much of a hard-ass to hire me because I was Jack’s best friend and had slept in his basement rec room more times than either of us could count. Gary didn’t care about crap like that, and definitely not when it came to business.
I had only been on the job for a little over a week but I still wasn’t sure how things were going, and I was having a hard time figuring out whether I was impressing Chrissy’s dad or not.
I walked into my office on the eleventh floor, which luckily for me was enormous and had wall to wall windows. It was just one of those perks of being a Development Executive.
I sat down at my desk and logged into my programs, ready to do a little research for a new project.
Not even five minutes into my concentration, and it was broken by the receptionist who popped into my doorway.
“Knock, knock,” Elaine chimed cheerfully. She was in her mid-fifties and had an eccentric personality. She reminded me of the girl on Criminal Minds who always called in with the research findings to the team out on the field. She even had funky white rimmed glasses.
“Hey Elaine.” I smiled politely.
“Good morning.” She bounced into the office with a smile on her face, but then it turned serious. That’s the way Elaine was, I was
starting to figure out. She could be happy and friendly one second, but then all business the next.
“What can I do for you?” I looked up at her from where she stood directly in front of my desk.
“The boss would like to know if you have those numbers ready for him this morning.”
“Numbers?”
“Yeah, the numbers on how much the Cain project is going to cost?”
Suddenly it dawned on me and I felt a flood of relief. I shook my head. “Of course, yes I have those numbers for him— well, the projections, anyway.”
“Great!” Elaine grinned. “He’s ready to see you now.”
She turned on her heel and bounced out of the room.
He wanted to see me now? But the day was only just getting started, how was he even here yet? I normally beat him to the office.
I was quickly learning that I must be on some sort of short leash with Gary Monroe. He must be sizing me up or have caught some chemistry between Chrissy and me or he wouldn’t be giving me a hard time like this.
He was gruff enough as it was, but I also knew that micromanaging people and holding power over their heads was just a way to control things. I didn’t know if he did it to other Development Execs, but I figured if he needed me to prove myself, I could do that. I knew what I was doing—I’d had these projects solidified before I’d even started working last week.
He needs you as much as you need him, I reminded myself. If he thought I wasn’t right for the job, then he wouldn’t have hired me in the first place. I tried to give myself that little pep talk as I walked down the long hallway toward his office.
I passed by the rows of cubicles and heard our associates on the phone or answering calls. I kept my head straight ahead, focused on my destination.
I got to his office and noticed the door was open. At least I didn’t have to knock on the door and wait for him to respond and let me in.
“Hello,” I said as I walked assertively into the room. I knew I had to act confident or I’d be eaten alive. I didn’t go to school and work my ass off just to be weeded out of the system.