A couple weeks into working with Carol, I was sure that there would never be anything sexual between us. It wasn’t that she was unattractive – in fact, when she had first settled into the desk across from mine and introduced herself, my initial impression was that I would have work hard at not coming across too flirty. That notion had quickly faded as Carol checked box after box of irksome co-worker traits; talked just a little too much and too loudly, ate food that smelled a bit too pungent. She finely walked the line, not so bad at that anyone would feel justified calling her out for it, but just enough to slowly get under your skin.
When the people involved are good at heart, time tends to dull these minor annoyances, and so was the way with Carol and as the person underneath the irritation emerged we grew into great collaborators with an adequate friendship.
Now, I am more of a “dating” guy than a “hook-up” guy, so the presence of these character flaws in Carol was enough to keep me from ever considering her a potential future-girlfriend, and it was perhaps due to this that we worked so well together. I also suspected that she had her own irritations (mainly my generally lax and unconcerned attitude when she feels something is desperately urgent), that generated similarly platonic leanings in her.
About a week before we all were switched to remote work and a year into Carol and I working together, we were at the office working late. It was in the midst of an argument that had side-tracked from work to politics when I had had my first sexual feeling towards Carol since she had first started with the company. As she paced, spouting some bullshit take she read on Facebook, my eyes fell to her ass which was, like, annoyingly just too small and suddenly I thought: “God, I just want to fuck her till she shuts up.”
I caught her eye with that thought in my mind. I had shocked myself so much that I just gave into the argument, said goodnight and went home. Though some past girlfriends of mine had been into some role play and light bondage, I had never before felt such desire mixed with legitimate antagonism and it was both a bit frightening and a bit invigorating. That night I was revisited by the thought as I made dinner, took a shower, watched Tv and went to bed; the image of Carol and I stripping each other in a mutual fiery passion, both determined to silence the idiotic rantings of the other and bury our differences in the pleasure of one another’s bodies, both satisfying an ever-present itch that longed to be scratched.
The next few days were a little awkward around the office. As we packed up our things and transitioned to home offices, conversation between Carol and I was brief and oddly formal, something had changed in that moment before I had bolted, and we were both aware of it.
After about a week and half of only needing to interact with Carol for a couple hours a day on video chat, I noticed a marked difference in my feelings towards her. The interactions were mostly contained to the part of our relationship that had always flourished, namely our collaborative work and without the minor annoyances punctuating my day, I found my attraction for Carol was growing.
In these times of stay at home and self-isolation, we both started to grow a bit lonely. Me, living with two self-proclaimed germaphobic introverts and her alone in a studio apartment, we began extending our video chats to just check in with one another and share our worries and try to find silver-linings to keep one another positive.
Between working at a computer, watching Tv and reading books, I started getting some minor headaches and looked into reading glasses and blue-light glasses, deciding to just order both and see if anything worked (not going to an eye doctor right now, thats for sure). After trying them for a day, I thought the blue-lights might have actually done some good and told Carol that she might want to give it a shot, I texted her a picture of me in the ones I had bought. She texted back with:
“Wow. Kinda gives you a sexy teacher vibe…”
I stared at the text, my heart racing. I decided to go playful without giving away the wild thoughts now spinning in my head.
“Thanks, I would’ve also accepted Clark Kent.. ;)”
Her response was quick:
“Hahaha, more like Peter Parker.”
I considered the message, not sure if that was an insult or not… Until her next text came through:
“…but I always liked Spiderman more…”
Now, I never really delved into comic book stuff more than the major film franchises, so the “nerdy girl” thing didn’t do much for me, but the implication of that text had my imagination running rampant and my horniness building.
Knowing she could see that I’d read her text and was currently seeing speech bubbles appear and disappear as I formulated a response, I frantically tried to come up with something clever. Eventually she just cut in:
“Stop trying to be witty and just come over here.”
This hit me perfectly. The irritation of her know-it-all quit-your-bullshit attitude that so often pissed me off mixed with the sexual prospect of the invitation to her place sent my hormones into overdrive. I just responded:
“Haha. Fuck you. On my way.”
I told my roommates I had to go into the empty office for a while (even knowing that she had been at home with no contact for a few weeks they would’ve been pissed at me for “breaking quarantine”) and drove over to Carol’s apartment. My animal instincts driving me more than my brain. I knew it was wrong and I knew it would forever complicate our work relationship, but I had broken up with my girlfriend about a month before stay-at-home mode and my sex drive was running out of control.
As I walked from my car to her apartment, all the things I hated about her ran through my mind, the pretentious way she said certain words, the crap she constantly spouted from vague un-researched internet “articles”, the way she hovered over my shoulder watching me work, but all of this fueled my desire. I wanted to see the look of won-over passion in her eyes as we both climaxed away our mutual annoyances.
The door to her apartment opened a couple of seconds after I knocked; Carol was standing there in soft cotton pajamas and a low V-cut white tank-top, the nipples of her small A cup breasts poking tauntingly through the material. She turned without saying a word and walked away from me into the one room apartment, that small ass perfectly framed in her cotton bottoms.
I closed the door and followed. When I was about to reach out and touch her, she pointed towards the sink on the other side of the room.
“Wash your hands.” She commanded. Then looking at me lustily and winking: “I don’t know where you’ve been.”
Having temporarily forgotten all about the global pandemic, I laughed at my stupidity and washed thoroughly. As I was drying up I heard her move behind me and her voice in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
“What, were you gonna risk everyone’s health, just to get laid, you inconsiderate prick.”
“I forgot.” I argued. “At least I don’t lord every mistake over my co-workers, like some people here.”
Though the insults had an undercurrent of truth, there was a playful taunting to our banter, an acknowledgment that the feelings were mutual, that we were both here to fuck the one person that consistently got under skin.
I turned around and we exchanged a few more insults and rehashed arguments as we drew closer to one another both relishing in the moment and delaying the gratification as long as possible. When I was close enough to smell the scent of shampoo in her hair, I could resist any longer and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
She responded with equally hungry enthusiasm as her arms grappled firmly around my back and neck pulling me deeper into the kiss, the pleasantness of her soft lips on mine mixing with the slight pain of her fingernails digging into my back. As my hands explored her body, feeling her lack of hips and small but firm ass, I was filled with both lust and frustration. I always had been more attracted to a natural look, and Carol was skinnier and bonier than I was used to, but in the heat of the moment, that slightly awkward feeling of her body against mine drove me even wilder. The wrongness of it made it feel all the more right.
I winced in pain as I felt her teeth dig slowly into my lips, pulling me towards her as my body instinctively tried to pull away, which only increased the pain and fueled my desire. I lifted her up by the ass and her legs wrapped around my waist as I turned and pushed her up against the wall, her small tight ass resting on my forearm and her head back, me kissing and nipping lightly at her neck, pinching the skin of her collar in-between my teeth, feeling her body wince and shudder as the titillating pain ebbed and flowed through her.
With her still wrapped around me, I pulled away from the wall and turned toward the bed, dropping her roughly in a heap on the mattress, looking up at me with that incredibly sexy look of hate-fueled lust.
“Well?” She said mockingly. “You going to fuck me, or just stand there like a little bitch”
That was all I needed. I pulled off my shirt and undid my belt, dropping to the foot of the bed and roughly pulling her pajamas and panties down to her ankles, hearing a stitch in the fabric pop as I did. I flipped her over and pulled her skinny hips back, spreading her legs a fully revealing her ass and pussy as she lay face down on the bed.
I dove in and started eating her out, hungrily licking at her pussy feeling her tight little ass buck and pulse as she submitted to the pleasure.
“Oh Fuck, yeah. Lick my pussy you lazy fucking asshole.” She moaned.
I pulled out and gave her a hard smack on the ass and felt her shudder and gasp in pain.
“You like that, you little slut?” I asked, lightly pulling her hair back.
“Not if that’s all you got.” Carol retorted.
I doubled the strength of the next smack, still taking care to catch just the meat of the ass with my palm and herd her yelp in pleasure.
“Oh fuck yeah you little bitch, just like that.”
I alternated between licking up the juices of her now dripping pussy, stimulating her clit and pushing my tongue lightly inside her and then pulling away when I felt her shudder with pleasure and give her another hard smack on her small tight, reddening ass.
“When are you gonna fuck me?” She moaned. “Or are you so small that I just haven’t noticed?”
I pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankle and situated myself behind Carol’s body, her hips swaying and flexing in anticipation.
I pushed the tip of my cock against her pulsing vagina, taking in the warmth and wetness as my crotch flooded with the animal urge to fuck this woman silly. I felt her tense up as my cock tip pressed against her, as if she was curious to know just how big I was, but that she wanted to find out by feel, not by sight.
I let her feel every inch as I slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her, feeling her warm tight pussy pulse and shudder as more and more of my cock filled her. I stopped a couple inches shy of the base and started to slowly pull back out. I wanted to save some for if she got especially mouthy.
We temporarily forgot about our angry little animosity scene as we both couldn’t help but live completely in the pleasure of each other’s body at the moment. With my cock now pumping slowly in and out of her, the only sound in the room were her soft loving moans and my firm, steady breath, trying to contain the wild pleasure urging me to fucking wildly to completion immediately.
Between moans Carol breathed: “I always knew.. that you’d…fuck… like a… woman”
With that I firmly pushed all the way to the hilt, giving her the extra couple inches I had held back and felt her body react in shock and pleasure as I held it there, deep within, her hips pulsing and bucking, trying to feel my cock on every inch of her insides.
Her moans increased in intensity as I picked up that pace, using my hips to smoothly pump deeply and consistently, forcing her to a pleasure too deep to construct words. I could feel her “hatred” manifest in sexual enthusiasm, pushing back against me with as much forceful determination as i was. Trying to milk my dick and shut up my stupid face with her pussy.
I could feel the orgasm coming and grabbed her and flipped her on her back, pushing her shirt up to reveal those small, palm-sized tits, barely moving as I fucked her. I reached between our bodies with my hand and started firmly rubbing her clit as I pushed deeply inside her, watching the pleasure on her face build as all notion of annoyance and dislike faded entirely. As she came, her eyes whipped open and looked deeply into mine, containing no malice, no annoyance, just pure pleasure and desire. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as she gave an extremely loud moan, a new sensation flooding her vagina around my cock, spurring my instincts forward. As I looked down in her beautiful loving eyes, I almost forgot to pull out, the pleasure and passion of the moment completely encompassing my consciousness. As the warmth flooded through my body, I quickly pull out and moaned loudly, shooting load after load on her chest and abs, my cock pulsing in my hands as the last bits spilled out.
I looked down at her beautiful body, rocking softly in satisfaction, covered in my cum and I found her eyes, and when I saw the gleefully playful expression it held, I knew we were in for trouble.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fy5kqv/mf_after_being_forced_apart_we_came_together
Loved this! So much passion from all that pent up irritation. Very hot.
Am not sure if better off good friends or fwb at this point
Carol sounds like the lady that would wing women you in exchange for getting her a guys attention
Am not sure if better off good friends or fwb at this point
Carol sounds like the lady that would wing women you in exchange for getting her a guys attention