The Girl on the Video, Part II (M/F)

I think that I am going to be posting several parts over the next few days for a variety of reasons. So the next installment may come up relatively quickly.

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The Girl on the Video

Part II

It took me over an hour to get home. It gave me time to process everything that had just happened.

Sex between a direct report and a manager is out of line. If I didn’t put a stop to Megan, I would be out of line. Plus Megan was a friend of my sister, who got me the job. My sister would kill me. In fact, if she found out, she would probably kill us both.

But on the other hand, if she wasn’t my boss, I would be all over this.

It made my head spin.

I finally made it home and got to work. The rest of the morning (what little was left of it) was spent digging through emails, and the first part of the afternoon I was tied up in meetings – meetings that didn’t include Megan, my boss, thankfully.

Around 3:00 I had made my last cup of coffee of the day and was preparing for the final push to wrap up a couple things, close out some emails, and log off. No more meetings, just work. I put on some music, took my coffee cup into the office and got to to work.

It was summer, and since I was through with meetings for the day, I tossed off the work shirt and the T-shirt underneath and ducked into the bedroom to switch out the slacks for a pair of shorts. Better.

I started digging through my aching inbox. I was on the third or fourth reply when a window popped up on the screen.

>>> Bligh, Megan: Hi Bryce, got a sec? We need to modify our deck for Friday again.

I sighed.

>>> You: Sure. What do you need?

>>> Bligh, Megan: Can I call?

I sighed again. A chat with my horny boss wasn’t on my agenda for the afternoon but what choice did I have.

>>> You: No problem.

My computer immediately lit up with an incoming video call. Video, not what I wanted. I pulled on my work shirt that was still sitting on a nearby chair just in case.

Megan’s face popped onto the screen. She was still wearing her work blouse – thank God.

“What’s up?” I asked, trying to sound casual, not like she had been playing with my cock through my slacks that morning.

“No underwear?” she said, smiling. “Oh, that’s right, I was supposed to go first.”

I was about to object when, without even bothering to unbutton it, she pulled her blouse off over her head, revealing the bra I had been ogling on the subway. She stood up and unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. Underneath she had only a thong.

She did a pirouette to make sure I had an eyeful then sat back down.

“Stop,” I stammered. “You’re my boss. This is against company policy. We could get in a ton of trouble. I need this job. And if Jesse knew she would kill both of us.”

“I don’t think your sister would give a fuck either way,” she said. “If anything I think your sister would be jealous.”

“What?!” I spat. “That’s disgusting, and your misguided. Jessie prefers women over men, and she has no interest in me. I’m her brother!”

“Wrong” Megan sighed. “She’s not a lesbian, she’s a bisexual, so she likes both boys and girls. I bet she would love a chance to lick your lollipop.” She winked.

“Christ, Megan,” I said. “We are not having this conversation. Plus I have a girlfriend.”

“I’ve been your boss for two years now. I watched the relationship with your girlfriend deteriorate. You asked for a break six months ago so you both could sort things out and maybe see some other people to get a handle on your feelings for each other.”

“Right,” I agreed. “Exactly.”

“And you’ve been on how many dates?” Megan squinted at me.

“I just need some space,” I said.

“Space for…what?”

“To think.”

“Six months is more than enough thinking time. Maybe it’s time you stopped thinking and went on a date to actually sort out some of those feelings.”

“Um…maybe. But not with my boss…”

“Okay, then with who?”

“Um…” I scratched my chin.

“You don’t have to love me, let’s just have a little fling. You know, a little flirting, a little sex, get you back on your feet. What do you say? Ready to lose that shirt? You take off your top and I’ll take off mine.”

She let the straps on her bra fall down her shoulders and folded her arms under her breasts to hold the bra cups in place. She winked.

“I need to think,” I said. “Look, give me a couple days, okay?”

“Sure, no problem,” she said, pulling her bra straps back up where they belonged. “Trust me, I’m just trying to help. And I respect a hard ‘no’, so if that’s your final decision, I will honor it. But you’re a good guy, I hate to see you struggle like this.”

“I understand,” I said. “Thanks.”

I signed off and turned off my work computer. I tossed my work shirt in the laundry and wandered out to the kitchen for a beer. Flipping on the local news, I sat down on the couch and vacantly stared at the television, thoughts rolling around in my brain.

Maybe it was time to go on a date.

Maybe it was time to call my girlfriend.

Maybe it was time to join a monastery.

My thoughts whirled, finally to be interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing with an incoming video call. I glanced at the screen. It was my sister, Jesse.

“Hi,” I said answering the call. My sister popped up in the screen.

“Hi yourself,” she answered. “You okay?”

“Yes, I’m fine,” I said.

“I just talked to Megan, she said you sounded a little off.”

“What did she tell you?”

“Not a lot,” my sister said. I stared at Jesse for a moment. She was a year older than me, with dark hair and green eyes. She wasn’t slender like Megan was, a little curvier, but not fat by any stretch. She just had a bigger bust and slightly larger hips. She wore it well.

Jesse and I had always been pretty frank with each other, and we both knew that Megan had her moments. So I just dumped the whole series of events starting with the subway stroking all the way through the strip act on the video chat.

Unexpectedly, Jesse laughed. “That totally sounds like her. She’s kind of out of line, but if you don’t want to take her up on her offer, just tell her no. If she doesn’t take no for an answer, let me know and I’ll tell her to fuck off. But it wouldn’t do you one bit of harm. It doesn’t have to be a long term thing, just a couple of dates. A little light sex, you know.”

I sighed and nodded, looking around the room, avoiding eye contact.

Jesse continued. “Or, you know, if Megan doesn’t appeal to you, there are other fish in the sea.”

My eyes came back to the screen. For a moment, I thought she was about to add something, but she stopped. There was a long, uncomfortable, pause. The temperature of the call shot sky-high for a nanosecond as an old memory flitted through our brains.

“I am sure there are,” I said. “I’m sure there are.”

“Are you going to call Megan back?” Jesse asked after a moment.

I shrugged. “I guess.”

“Awesome! Let me know how it goes. Now do it right now before I lose your nerve. Hit her up on her private line. Get inside those tights of hers.” She winked.

Damn, my sister was pushy when she wanted to be.

I ended the call, then sighed. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. I pitched everything but my undershorts and grabbed my personal laptop, setting it up on the coffee table in front of me. I found Megan’s personal contact, gulped back the rest of my beer in one long swig, and hit the button. A second later she popped up on the screen. She was still in her office, still in her underwear.

“Hi Bryce,” she said. “Changed your mind? Ooh, you lost your shirt, you’re in your boxers, and it looks like you’re happy to see me.” The tent in my shorts was noticeable.

“Hi Megan. You said if I took off my top, you’d take off yours…” Go big or go home, I figured.

“You betcha,” she said. She slowly slid her bra straps down her arms then reached around and unhooked her bra. She was turning it into a show, and I guessed I didn’t mind. She did a slow tit drop, then tossed the bra to the side, cupping her breasts and pinching her tiny little nipples. Her breasts were small and pert, with tight, hard nipples pointing skyward. They looked like they would be delicious to suck.

“That’s better,” she said when she was finished. “Want to go further? My thong is dripping right now.”

“I need to add a ground rule,” I said. “No more public sex. No hanky panky on the subway, no sexiness on office computers. We keep this neat and above-board. I don’t need to get arrested for doing something in public.”

“Sure, deal. Is this about…?”

“It is,” I said. Megan had hired me and had been involved in my background investigation. There was a little blip in my personal history that I preferred not discussing. That blip meant it would be a bad thing if I got arrested. The fact that Megan knew Jesse and that she could vouch for me was part of the reason I got the job. That blip on my history made things challenging.

Megan cocked an eyebrow, then nodded.

“Deal,” she said. “Now are you going to take off your underwear or am I going to die of horniness?”

“You first,” I said.

Megan leapt up and turned, pointing her slender, trim ass at the camera and giving it a gentle shake. She pulled her cheeks apart, revealing the narrow cord of her thong poorly hiding her puckered asshole. Below her ass, the thong was puffed out by her vulva, the fabric soaking wet.

She turned back around and slid her hand into the front of the dripping thong, and rubbed herself under the fabric, sliding her fingers up and down her vulva, slipping one finger inside. She pulled her hand out – it was soaking wet – and lifted it to her lips.

After licking her fingers dry, she bent over and pushed the thong to the floor, standing naked in front of the camera. She slipped her hands between her legs.

“Now show me that cock of yours, baby,” she said.

I reached inside my shorts and pulled my cock out of the fly of the boxers. I wasn’t immense but I was slightly larger than average, checking in at just around seven inches. I gave it several slow strokes, bringing it to full attention, pointing it at the camera. A couple of more strokes and I was able to squeeze a few drops of pre-come from the tip.

Megan had moved back to her chair and was sitting naked with one leg over the arm of the chair while she slowly ran her fingers up and down her labia. She was an innie with puffy flesh around a tight slit and a tiny, almost invisible, clit. Her pussy was only rivaled by her breasts in cuteness.

“I want to see you come,” Megan said breathlessly. “I want to see you drop your load. I’ve come twice just since you called back. It’s your turn, baby.” She still was working her fingers up and down, in and out, of her slit.

I was already more than half way to the moment of glory. I kept stroking my meat as I watched Megan play with herself. The fabric of the chair she was sitting in – the same chair she sat in when she worked from home – was drenched, and her pussy was soaked. She took her other hand and squeezed her cute little tits. She was beautiful, she was hot, she was desirable. I lifted my cock straight up as I stroked, sliding slightly forward so she would have a good look when I came.

My balls tightened and a thick shot of semen rocketed from my cock, shooting up and over my shoulders. Megan moaned as a second load landed on my chest. She squeaked in pleasure.

The third and fourth shots landed on my stomach and the rest puddled on the front of my boxers. I sighed as Megan smiled at me through the laptop screen.

“Nice,” she said. “But are you going to take off those boxers so I can see the full package?”

“Not unless you come over here and take them off me.”

“Oooh,” Megan said. “I will be right over. Don’t move, don’t put on any more clothes, don’t do anything. I’ll be right over to rip those come-soaked shorts right off.”

The screen went blank. I closed the laptop and stared vacantly at the television screen that was now starting “Wheel of Fortune”.

“Wheel” had ended and “Jeopardy!” was just beginning when there came a knock on the door.

“Come in,” I called.

Megan entered. I gulped. She was only wearing the bra she had had on earlier in the day, and a pair of light colored shorts. The shorts were wet in the crotch, and underneath I could clearly see her still-soaked thong.

By the time she got to the couch, she was naked. She bent down, bit the sticky puddle of come on my shorts and sucked, then pulled them off me with her teeth. Then she stood up and straddled me on the couch.

She pressed her soaking slit against my burgeoning erection, pressed her pert breasts against my chest that was still sticky from my earlier ejaculation, and pressed her lips against mine. Our mouths opened and our tongues intertwined as she ran her hands down my chest and I ran my hands up her toned thighs to her firm ass. She was already gyrating her hips against mine, her vulva pressing my cock down against my thighs, making it harder and harder.

I leaned down, sucking her tiny, pert nipples into my mouth, sucking at the hard darts that perched atop her firm, small, round breasts. I had been thinking about those nipples ever since I had seen them inside her gapped bra that morning. I had been imagining what it would be like to run my tongue around the narrow aureoles and to suck the tiny erect nipples. They smelled of perfume and tasted of a salty sweat – the kind of sweat that builds up during a day of thinking about someone special. She was primed and ready.

Megan reached down and pulled my now-hard cock up between her puffy labia and slowly slipped her body down my cock, inch-by-inch. Her vagina was wet, soft, and just tight enough. I grabbed her ass and guided her down my cock until her pussy was pressed against the base of my meat.

She leaned down and we kissed as she started gyrating her hips around, up-and-down. The smells of fresh sex and the old remains from our earlier cybering session filled the room – pussy, sweat, and semen. Megan continued to gyrate her hips up and down my cock, swinging them gently with each stroke. Her motions started slowly, but then picked up. She kissed me again, then pulled back and braced her arms on the back of the couch for extra leverage. The hours at the gym paid off as she ramped up, cranking her body up and down my meat.

Sweat poured down her chest, between her breasts. Our eyes remained locked as she ground her cunt into my thighs, driving faster and faster until the only sounds in the room were our panting and the slap of her ass against my thighs. She slowed a tiny bit as I felt an orgasm waft through her body, but she kept going.

“Do you want me to…” I started, but she put a finger on my lips. She redoubled her efforts. I could feel the muscles in her hips, her ass, and her abdomen were all tight as guitar strings. She leaned her head forward, her hair trailing across my face and chest. She closed her eyes and worked my cock even harder.

I felt my balls tighten. I was almost there. She squeezed her pussy muscles tighter as she came again. That was the final straw. My balls squeezed and I managed to lift her off my meat just as a thick load shot out, eliciting a cry that came near to a scream from her lips.

She fell forward onto my chest, her forehead pressed against my shoulder as she shook with a final orgasm and my seed emptied across the skin of both of our stomachs.

The orgasm ebbed and she rolled off me, sitting on the couch next to me. We were both sweaty, naked, and covered in our own juices.

“That was….” I started.

“…fucking great.” she finished.

She leaned over and kissed me, then lay her head on my shoulder and her hand on my stomach. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

“Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome,” she said, and giggled.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“How shy and resistant you were to this,” she said, smiling.

I sighed. “I know, but I had a lot to process.”

“I know,” she said. “and not just about me, but about your girlfriend, and about, well, you know…”

“Yeah,” I murmured. The fact that she decided to bring “that” up right now was annoying.

“That” had been the incident when I was younger. I was sixteen and was caught shoplifting. It wasn’t just a pack of gum, it was jewelry. Exactly why I was shoplifting jewelry was…complicated…but suffice it to say I was caught. And because the value of the items I shoplifted was almost a thousand dollars, I was charged with a felony.

Video from the store showed that I came in with another person, who slipped away as soon I was caught. I refused to rat out my accomplice, which made it even harder on me. Everyone thought it was my sister, and she was arrested, but released due to lack of evidence. I was the only one who was charged, but I was hit hard because I didn’t cooperate.

So that’s why I ended up being charged as an adult and why I spent eighteen months in juvie and another year in a halfway house. My mom was crushed that her children could do something like this. I had never been close to my parents – my dad lived across the country and my mom – a local hotel mogel – was always work-obsessed and distant to both her kids. So when I was released from the halfway house I just went straight to college and dorm life. After college I spent a month living with a friend until Jesse helped me get this job and I could get a place of my own. I had spoken to my mom only a handful of times since I got out of juvie. And I would continue to be on probation for another few years, though I only checked in with my officer once a month by phone, and in person twice a year.

I had moved on, as far as I was concerned. It was in the past, and I was annoyed that Megan would bring it up right now, spoiling the post-coital afterglow.

And now she wouldn’t let it rest.

“Have you ever considered therapy?” she asked, rubbing her hand across my chest and playing with the gobs of semen that still coated both our stomachs and chests.

“Therapy? Not really.”

“You should, you’ve been through so much.”

“I’d rather not talk about it,” I said.

“That’s why you should see a therapist. Someone independent that you can safely talk to about things. Seriously, you should think hard about it,” she said softly.

“You sure know a lot about me…” I said, sarcastically.

“Jesse and I are close,” she replied. “We’ve talked about you some.”

“So just how close to my sister are you? You seem to know her sexual tastes.”

“I was bi-curious, and I knew I could trust your sister,” she said, smiling. “Plus I like her, and you too, so she was a safe person to take my feelings to. She has helped me sort through things some.”

“So what did you decide, do you prefer boys or girls?”

“I prefer boys, but I could go for the right girl, if I met her.”

“Is my sister the right girl?” I asked.

“I’m not sure. She might be, or you might be the right boy,” she said, kissing my cheek. “But before I can figure that out, I get the feeling that there is something that the two of you need to sort out before either of you will let me in.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not sure. It’s just a vibe I am getting.”

Megan must have sensed that she had crossed some invisible boundary, because she backed off. She leaned back on the couch again and we flipped the TV to a sitcom we watched in silence, sitting naked on the couch still damp from our lovemaking.

Around 10:30 she disengaged from me and dug her phone out, doing a quick check of her email.

“Well, it looks like there is more damage to our power supply than just the cable cut. They are telling us to work from home tomorrow. I probably should go home because they will probably be calling me early and I doubt management will take kindly to me working from your house in my underwear.”

I suggested that we do dinner on Friday (rather than sex on the subway again). Megan agreed.

We kissed and said our somewhat gropey goodbyes then she got dressed and headed out.

I killed the lights, crawled into bed, and slept well for about four hours. Then I woke up and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, thinking about Megan – and about what she had said about my sister and I.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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