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Working Late
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
All over the world the rain was pourin'
I was scratchin' where it itched
Oh heartbreak and despair got nothing but boring
So I grabbed you baby like a wild pitch.
Normally I don't mind working late, but after so many months
it gets old.
It takes a leap of faith to get things goin'
It takes a leap of faith you got to show some guts
It takes a leap of faith to get things going
In your heart well you must trust
It's dark in the lab, but not quiet. Computers are humming away,
as always. Sometimes I want to scream at them all to BE QUIET!!
Usually that's when I know I'm stressed out. Time to turn up the
tape player.
Now your legs were heaven
Your breasts were the altar
Your body was the holy land
You shouted 'jump' but my heart faltered
You laughed and said 'baby don't you understand?'
"ACK!" I jump and make contact with whoever has walked
up behind me. If I'd hadn't been focusing on trying to figure
out this bug, I wouldn't have been so surprised. The loud music
probably helped, too.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." It's Cheryl.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" A lifetime of being big has made
me acutely aware that when I bump into you, you tend to be bumped
hard.
"I'm fine. God, you jumped! I didn't mean to surprise you." From
here I know the script by heart.
"I'm used to it. It happens. Relax." I wish this didn't happen. But
if I don't focus, I get distracted by everyone walking by and every
noise. If I focus, I jump when startled. Oh well. It only took folks
in my old job a month or so to get used to it, I'm sure my new
coworkers will too. "What are you doing here so late?"
Cheryl laughs. "Look who's talking! Do you ever go home?"
Not that again. I sigh and lean back against the table behind me. "I
came in late. I'm not a morning person. That's your job, remember?"
"Yeah, well, I'm finally getting ready to leave. I think. I still have
to finish up some email before I go."
"That's nice." I yawn.
She makes a face. "Don't let me keep you up."
"That's not it." I don't want to hurt her feelings. "I'm just tired and
we want to get this beta out before the end of the week..."
She smiles at me. A warm smile. "I know. Just because I'm in a different
group doesn't mean I don't work here too, okay?" Cheryl comes over to
my side and wraps her arm around my shoulder. Kisses my cheek. "I didn't
come to bother you. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going on a
recruiting trip."
Aiggh!
"I know we were planning to have some time off together this weekend,
but I won't be back until Tuesday. I'm sorry."
Pout. Yuck. This isn't fair.
"If you're going to pout your lips like that, the least you could do
is kiss me." I nearly laugh. So she's going out of town. So what. I'll
survive, and so will she. And so will we. I turn my head to look at
her. Smile. She looks at me appraisingly. "Your eyes are sparkling."
I broaden my smile. "You look like a cat who's swallowed a canary."
I raise my eyebrows. "Don't you have anything to say?"
I maintain eye contact. "Yes."
Cheryl's staying cool, but I notice that both her arms are around me
now. I take off my glasses. "Enough with the love talk. Off with the
clothes." We both start giggling, softly, close together, our noses
almost touching. Then my lips find hers and my hand comes up to stroke
her cheek and hair. She's kissing me back. Soft, friendly kisses.
Her arms are still around me. One hand moves down, in my jeans,
caressing my rear. The other is rubbing my back under my sweatshirt.
My hands push her coat off her shoulders, then start unbuttoning her
blouse. Her hands move up and to my front to cup my breasts, stroking
the nipples with her thumbs. Oh wow. Umm. Hard to think. She pushes
my sweatshirt up. It's in the way. I lift my arms, pull it over my
head, and drop it. Return to kissing Cheryl, our tongues twining
together in wonderful ways. I move on to kissing her throat, start
to remove her blouse so I can continue down. Her knees seem to be
buckling, but then mine are too. We're breathing hard. Her bra hooks
in front - good. I unhook it. Stroke her left breast, start
licking her right breast. My other hand moves to her jean zipper.
Somehow we're on the floor, Cheryl lying down, me crouched between
her legs. Her jeans are unzipped. My hand slips inside her panties,
stroking her vulva. I catch her nipple in my mouth and suck. Her
back arches, pressing her breast into my mouth, and I try to take
more of it into my mouth. She unhooks my bra. I move onto her
other breast. Her hands move to cup my breasts, stroking my nipples.
One of her legs comes up between mine, pressing against my clitoris.
My fingers move deeper exploring, flicking in and out of her vagina.
It's becoming wetter. She's moaning.
Cheryl's hands cup my face, pulls me up to kiss her. Her hands are
undoing my jeans, pushing them down and out of the way. I cup her
breasts, then move my hands down, stroking over her abdomen, then
push her jeans down. A hand slips between her legs, stroking. Rita
Mae Brown is right - it's like a rubyfruit jungle, and incredibly
beautiful. I lean down and start licking and kissing Cheryl's
other lips, moving my tongue into her vagina, tasting and sucking
my love.
Her hands on my shoulders push me over. Removes my bra, resumes
playing with my breasts, kissing them, then my abdomen. I arch my
pelvis up. A suggestion. Just a thought. She begins licking and
kissing my clitoris. Oh god. Then her hand spreads over my vulva
and her fingers are stroking my clitoris. "please..." Her tongue
moves in my vagina, over my clitoris, sucking and kissing and her
hands are moving everywhere and oh....
I guess I'm still alive. Cheryl's laying on top of me, dropping
kisses on my face, my lips, my hair. I give her a big hug, moving
to return the kisses. Her pelvis is moving rythmically against
my thigh. My hands cup her butt, squeezing, running up and down
her legs. One of her hands slips between my legs, one finger inside
me, then two, then three. I do the same. It's hard to breathe but
I don't want to move my mouth away from Cheryl's. I feel myself
starting to come again, giving into the sensations. I feel like
I'm going crazy, it's so good, so good.... When I'm through I
move her hand away from my vulva, kissing it, tasting myself on
her fingers, then kissing her, focusing on how I'm pleasing her.
I feel Cheryl start to come, use my other arm to hold her close.
Her arms are wrapped around me. "Don't stop..." I don't. Not
for quite a while. "Wait...let me breathe..." Then I just hold her.
Until later.....
[Song lyrics are from "Leap of Faith", by Bruce Springsteen,
from the Columbia album "Lucky Town".]
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