“Ok. Spill it. What’s bothering you?” I was working on applying an unhealthy amount of hot sauce to my burrito. From the passenger seat of Miranda’s truck, I could see her out of the corner of my eye as I worked. She was fiddling with her nacho box absent-mindedly. As I spoke I could sense her eyes shift to me.
“You won’t let it go until I tell you, will you?” She sighed.
“We have an hour for lunch. We have six hours left in the shift. And I am responsible for training you on the new inventory system. You’re stuck with me.”
“Aren’t you abusing your power? Besides. I’ve been here six months longer than you. How did you get put in charge of training?”
“I don’t sneak off with Mark every break and most lunches to mess around. I used my breaks that I don’t spend with you learning more about the different processes and thinking on how to improve them. Keeps me awake.”
She snorted. “Nerd. Wait. How did you know about me and Mark?!” She sounded worried.
“Didn’t take a PI license. Besides. I’m the one that convinced Jack that y’all were never late coming back from break and never did anything unprofessional on company grounds. And I have never seen any unprofessional conduct between you two at work so his potential affair is not company business.”
“But…”
“Yeah. I know company grounds are nearly the only place you two do it. But you are punctual. And discreet enough I could show it was unlikely anything was happening at work unless Mark is a minute-man. Jack thought that was fucking hilarious and decided to not intervene as long as your performance didn’t become as lack-luster as his must be.”
I looked at her. She was open-mouthed staring at me. Partially blushing, partially cracking up.
“So. Spill. What is bothering you?”
“Fine. I’m upset. Torn. I feel a spark with Mark. But there is something missing. I don’t know… The sex never really does anything for me. And he tries to be just fuck-buddies. But then he constantly cries to me when he is having problems with his wife. And despite me giving him my shoulder to cry on, he never wants to hear me when something is wrong. He just trys to distract me with sex. It’s a mess.”
She stared at her lap.
“And I know. I chose to be the side-bitch and with a co-worker. I asked for messy.”
“But he doesn’t deliver. Just makes a mess and whines.”
“Like a fucking child.” She growled.
“I’m going to choose to take that joke in a way that doesn’t make you sound like a pedophile.” I replied with a smirk.
“Don’t laugh at my problems, asshole.” She chucked a packet of hot sauce at me.
“Oh. I’m not.” I said with all humor gone.
She looked at me sharply as my tone changed.
“Why do you look like you are ready to eat someone all of a sudden?” ..
“ I know you only walked I to this because he made it sound like something special for you both. But then he decided to treat you like he treats his wife. Tells me he isn’t having marital problems. He is the problem. Plus seeing how pent up you are after is just heart-breaking.”
“I was worried you’d see it that way, too.”
“I do. You and his wife aren’t the problem. She is pretty cool and you are awesome. He doesn’t know how to treat women.”
“You know his wife?”
“Yeah. I met her at the last company lunch. We both like fantasy books and exchanged numbers like an informal two person bookclub.”
“Mhmm. Bookclub. Riiggght.” She rolled her eyes at me. “I know what you get up to, pervert.” She teased.
“Jealous?” I asked. She frowned.
“That’s fucked up. You know I wanted to hook-up with you.”
“I know. And you are sexy as hell. But..”
“I know. The nerd doesn’t hook-up with co-workers.”
“As a rule of thumb, no. And no. I haven’t slept with her. Just book buddies.”
“You don’t have to explain to me. Just please don’t rub it in again.” She muttered.
“I wasn’t.” I said. She looked at me, her head tilted.
“I put in my notice. I got a job offer somewhere else. Once I train my replacement, I’m done.” She looked shocked. Confused. Hurt. “Why didn’t…” She began. Closed her mouth.
“Who is your replacement?”
“You are.” Her eyes widened as she processed the fact I had just told her she was getting a promotion and losing her best-friend at the same m time.
“Why me?”
“There were three choices. Of them, you have the most experience, the longest tenure here, no write ups or misconduct besides the one indiscretion I don’t think will be a problem anymore, the highest performance evals from Jack, and the best attendance. It wasn’t a hard choice. You were who I recommended. Jack agreed you were his first choice as well. If you learn the inventory system well, it’s a slam dunk.”
“And if I turn it down?”
“It goes to the next in line. No. I won’t tell you who else is on the list.”
“What do you mean you don’t think it will be a problem anymore?”
“I hope you won’t continue putting yourself through this. Risking your job just to be a masochist. Plus, I have an idea that you would prefer to have someone that can be your friend, and make you moan until you are exhausted.”
“Oh? Playing matchmaker?” She looked cautious now. But curious.
“No. I’m asking you to kiss me right now, and have enough discretion to not make me regret being too impatient to wait until you finish training. I want you, Miranda. Your friendship. Your mind. Your body. And right now I want to start working on your out-of-control sex-drive. I want to send you back to work tonight excited for me to ravish you as soon as we get off work.”
She snapped. Our food ended up on the dash as she climbed in my lap and kissed me. Hard and deep as our hands gripped each other. Her ass grinding on my lap as I bulged against here. Soft moans escaping her lips as I squeezed her ass and kissed down her neck.
“Cocky asshole.” She gasped as I undid her bra, freed here breasts and caught one in my mouth to suck and bite. She liked pain. And her thighs squeezed me as I mixed some in. A hard spank here. A bite there.
Soon I had her in the back seat. Clothes in the floor. My hands spreading her thicc ass as I kissed and licked. Fingered and spanked. Her moans turned to frantic gasps and cries. And she came for me. Shuddering. Gushing. Soaking my face and fingers while I growled in pleasure at the taste. She went to move away but I grabbed her hips and held her. Licking her again. She actually whimpered at the intense feel. Needing a break and more. Her nerves still lit up from the first orgasm.
“Please…” She moaned. Her hips already rocking back against my tongue and fingers inside her. My free hand released her hip and gripped her throat. Her pussy clenched around my fingers as I stroked and pumped. One of her hands moving to her clit as she collapsed against the seat, held up by her throat as we worked together until she came again. Her legs twitched.
“Fuuck.” She sighed. “That was…”
“Not the end.” I promised. Now with her short frame pinned face-down on the seat.
“Yes. Fuck me. Please. Help me, baby. Be my big, bad wolf and blow this fucking truck over.” I pulled her hair back arching her back, and pressed inside. She moaned as so worked to take me. Inch by inch. Until I was buried
“ohhh. Fuck. Please..,” She whimpered. I smacked her ass and pulled out, then plunged back in. We were both in heaven. I had wanted her for so long. And I was firmly ignoring the potential repercussions.
I squeezed her ass and one finger massaged her entrance, without sliding in. She lost it again. She clenched me and came. Her cries muffled in the seat as I slammed in her my own orgasm peaking and not letting us stop. She thrust her ass back against me. Moaning and purring. Milking the cum out until I slid out and cum leaked out onto the seat. My alarm went off. We got dressed in a hurry standing by the truck in the empty parking lot.
A short drive to work. We were giddy and trying to hide it. And thankful we were working alone together the rest of the night. We managed to focus on work. And she learned quite a bit about the system. Even managing to walk me through a few things as the end of our shift neared while I stood behind her, bent over, my hand slipped down her unbuttoned jeans. Slowly petting her clit as she fought to focus. It crossed my mind that we needed to dial it back. But this was too new and exciting. We had given in entirely to the new dynamic. But I didn’t let her cum at work.
She drove behind me on the way home. We didn’t go inside. We went to the back deck of the house I was renting. And she insisted on taking her turn.
I sat naked on the bench and she did a little strip tease for me. Her curvy, 4’11 body driving me wild. Ending it with her naked and giving me a lap dance that left her sweet cream on my throbbing cock, before sinking down to take me in her mouth. Licking. Sucking. Stroking. Her small hands squeezing me tight as she worked to take me in her mouth. I growled. Her short hair in my hand. Pushing her lips further down me until she pulled away.
“Oh, no. Not yet, you bad wolf.” She said, giving me a playful smack on the arm.
She turned around and I watched hungrily as she lowered on to me. One hand guiding me in her. Little bounces as she sank down until I was buried in her tightness. Feeling her clench and shudder. My arms wrapping around her. Squeezing her breasts as she grinded on me, deep inside her. Slowly making us lose our minds as the sun rose. Then faster. Her pace growing more frantic as my hand pushed between her thighs. Our moans getting louder. She rose up and slammed back down. Once. Twice. And then she screamed. Slamming back down as she clenched and spasmed around around me. Jerking her hips as I worked her clit furiously. She tried to pull away. Buy I was so close. As she went to rise I went with her. Taking her throat in my hand and squeezing tight. Digging my nails into her hips as I bent her over, still choking her and supporting her balanced. Thrusting hard into her. Pulling her into each thrust.
As my climax came, pulsing inside of her I pulled her up straight, stooping to bite her shoulder. Releasing her hip and again finding her clit. Her hands were desperately clawing at me as my own orgasm shooting inside her made her climax again.
We lay on the porch as the morning sun touched us. Her head on my chest as my fingers brushed up and down her back.
“I am really glad I’m on birth control.” She laughed. I chuckled and kissed her. We finally went inside and set alarms before falling asleep together. Our clothes were still on the porch. Oh well.
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