*I wonder how they fuck her.*
The thought came to Tessa unbidden, in the middle of her team’s weekly zoom meeting. She shook her head to clear it from her mind.“Tessa, did you have an issue with the Howard approach?” Her boss, Maggie, peered at her from the little square in the center of the screen. Tessa quickly unmuted, “No, no, all good, just had a shiver.”
*God fucking damn it. They won’t fuck me but they’re certainly fucking with my head.* She pulled the blanket up in her lap and fixed her gaze straight ahead, feigning interest, and let her mind wander. She and Jack were firmly not together, she reminded herself, and they were free to fuck whomever they wanted. And Tessa was free to agonize and obsess over it, especially while Anthony (*fuck that guy)* gave an incoherent and dull accounts update.
*How would they fuck her?* The thought rose to the forefront of her mind again, and Tessa wasn’t so quick to put it aside this time. From her instagram reconnaissance, she knew the new girl had big, blue eyes, favored a dramatic red lip, and flaunted full, thick, and pale thighs. From Jack’s own mouth she knew the new girl had a lovely, fat ass, and that she could take cock beautifully. From her photos, Tessa imagined she had fairly large breasts. Without realizing, Tessa had brought her hands to cup her own slight breasts, wondering how much rounder and heavier this new girl’s must be.
Maggie’s voice cut through, asking Anthony to run the Mason numbers again and Tessa was immediately grateful for her tiny laptop and its tiny field of vision, corporate cheapness protecting her from her colleagues seeing her touch herself.
*Touch herself. Now there’s an idea*. Her update for the team was over, all she really had to do now was catch any stray questions and judging from the look on Maggie’s face, Anthony was the unfortunate star of this week’s show.Tessa left her right hand resting on her keyboard and let the left drop down into her lap, tangling in the throw blanket she always used for these insufferable calls. She found the waistband of her joggers and let her fingers run along it and returned to her previous train of thought.
*What was their foreplay like?* Jack loved to impress, so probably wine and dining the New Girl at their place, burning a candle that smelled like tobacco, or leather, or campfire. Jack didn’t come on strong but they were confident and direct. The eye contact would be steady and sure over the wine glasses. Both knew why they were there, so there was no need to be coy about it.They’d start on the couch, Tessa decided. Dinner done, Jack would place their glass on the table and quirk their eyebrow at New Girl. She would giggle and lean back on her hands, teasing them with a little added distance. Jack would close the gap, leaning into the New Girl, hand cupping her cheek and kissing her deeply. Tessa’s own hand moved from her waistband down to make gentle circles on top of her pelvic bone – she wanted some stimulation but didn’t want to get too far ahead of the happy couple. She imagined New Girl taking Jack’s tongue into her mouth and sucking on it.
Deepening the kiss, Jack would press her down onto the couch, their legs settling between hers and generating some delicious friction. Jack’s hands would grip into her hair, and New Girl would respond tit-for-tat, dragging her sharp nails against the sensitive nape of their neck. Tessa decided New Girl would have beautiful nails, long and ornate and utterly impractical. New Girl ground down against Jack’s thigh, groaning into their kiss. Jack would start to kiss their way down her chest, a mix of bruising, sucking kisses and sharp little bites. Time for the shirts to come off, and her bra too.
Tessa imagined Jack again, stopping to suck marks onto her heavy breasts, and whichever breast didn’t have the attention of their mouth was treated to teasing pulls and pinches on the reddening nipple. Jack took a nipple into their mouth, all heat and teeth, and New Girl moaned loudly, hands pressing them close to keep the painful-pleasurable contact. Jack pulled back and propped themselves up, hands on either side of her head. She ducked down to place kisses on their collarbone and chest, before meeting their eyes.
“Yes? Did you need something?” New Girl was mischievous.
“I’d like to fuck you until you can’t speak. That work for you?”
“Yes, God, yes.”
They stood and hurried into the bedroom – Tessa was only so creative. Jack donned their strap, thick and proud at 6 inches long. When they turned around, New Girl had shed her jeans and panties, and was reclining on the bed, legs spread open (*those big, creamy thighs*) and rubbing her clit. Tessa realized she was too – she couldn’t remember when she had reached into her panties, one finger circling her clit and occasionally dipping down, working into her shallowly, teasing herself.
At the same time, her colleagues began to chorus goodbyes and Tessa withdrew her hand, closed the meeting, slammed her laptop shut, and threw herself on to her bed. God bless work from home.Tessa imagined New Girl’s pink, perfect, pussy, her labia petite and even, framing her lovely little clit and ever-ready hole.
“How do you want me?” she asked, long lovely nails starting to dip over her opening but not quite making contact. Tessa tasted herself, taking her fingers into her mouth, and wondered how New Girl would taste. “On your knees.”
Tessa groped underneath her bed for her box of toys. She selected a dildo with a suction cup base and placed it on the wall at the head of her bed. She took it into her mouth, tongue teasing along the embossed veins. She worked more and more of it into her throat, nearly choking herself, while she imagined Jack teasing New Girl with their cock, rubbing it up and down her slit while she groaned and urged them on. When the dildo was suitably wet, and New Girl nearly howling for Jack’s cock to fill her hungry cunt, Tessa turned around and slid two and then three fingers into her own needy pussy, so so wet, forcing herself open.
New Girl didn’t need preparation, Tessa reminded herself, she was always so wet and wanting. As New Girl begged Jack to give her their cock, Tessa lined herself up with the dildo. Just as Jack thrust in deep, Tessa forced herself back all the way. She felt stretched and full and nearly delirious. After a moment, she began working herself on the hard dildo and focused on finding her *(their)* rhythm.
In her head, Jack had their hands on New Girl’s full hips, bruising her, watching their cock disappear into her while she moaned for them. “Such a good girl, taking it so well.” She imagined the obscene sound of New Girl’s wet pussy as it took Jack’s cock. Jack increased their speed, thrusting into her so fast that she began a mantra of “God, God, God.” Tessa did the same.Tessa could imagine Jack fucking her, filling her up so hard and fast, and she could imagine fucking New Girl herself, giving her the cock she so desperately wanted at a punishing speed. Tessa imagined Jack bottoming out in New Girl, listening to her babbling “Yes, Daddy, please, Daddy, more,” and “Please, Daddy, I’m gonna cum.”
“That’s right, baby, take it all. Beg me to cum in you. Beg me for it.”
Tessa’s pussy clenched and she came, hard, pressed back all the way onto the dildo. She stayed like that, letting her body spasm on the hard length, before falling forward. After catching her breath, Tessa registered the hungry, aching feeling in her pussy. She eyed her desk chair for a moment, then released the dildo from the wall and moving toward her desk. After all, she knew New Girl could go for several rounds.
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