Jack (Secret Revenge #1) Page 17

  “Sort of. We’re together but not settled down together. We aren’t exclusive, we haven’t talked about it and haven’t really desired to be exclusive either. That much I know. As far as we know we are currently open to seeing other people also but neither one of us has wanted to date other people either.”

  An hour later, we had 6 bottles in each of us and any sense of good judgment was out the window. That’s when she brought up what happened this afternoon. She wanted to know how long it was going on and how did it happen.

  I told her that it just happened when they caught us and that it never was part of any plan that again it just happened. She wanted to know more of the raunchy details and wanted me to describe how it felt, seeing as she knew I was new to all of this, and wanted to know if it was any good. She seemed to want me to be more descriptive and I guess the beer and the conversation was making us both horny, her more so.

  As the conversation went on and both of us starting to get hornier, I started to recall the moments when we first officially met when I helped her bring in her estate sale purchases and how wet I had gotten from her innuendos and her tight fitting clothes. I also started to wonder if I was straight, bisexual, lesbian or just plain at the peak of my sexual curiosity and just wanted to be fucked by anyone or anything, that it didn’t matter by who, that I just wanted to be fucked.

  At that moment, and maybe it was the beer talking but I decided to just tell the truth and be direct.

  “Molly did you know that our bathrooms share the same wall and I can overhear you two having sex in the shower and the last thing I want to do is cause any problems but being around you always gets me wet.”

  “Oh my god, I feel the exact same way! We have to keep this a secret, this is the first time I’ve ever been attracted to someone else and I’m not quite sure how she would react despite our being in an open relationship.”

  "Okay, will do.” I promised.

  And without a word, she started to take off her dressy cardigan and button down work top and exposed her thin, lacy tank top and again without a bra.

  “Boy, its hot. Even without a fan!” she said as she caught me staring at her erect nipples trough her thin tank top.

  She stood up and had me stand up with her and she started to lift up my low cut white top and started to fondle my right, bra covered breast. Her touching me felt so good, in fact felt better than when Emmett did. I don’t think it was because he was rough, but for some reason her (or maybe it was because she was female) felt better and had me more excited and turned on.

  She unclasped my bra and it fell to the floor by our feet and she started to slowly lick and suck on my nipple. I sighed and held her head in my hands slightly pushing her more to my breast. I couldn’t get enough of it and found myself wanting more so quickly.

  She then started to remove her tank top and pulled her slacks along with her panties down to the floor and stood before me naked. She removed the bottles and the rest of the debris from the small, round kitchen table and I started to relish in the thought that I was about to have sex with another person in the same day.

  She then turned towards me and started to remove my pencil skirt and thongs from me and as they dropped to the floor she sat me back down in one of the kitchen chairs and straddled me. I found it interesting that she was the female in her relationship but yet she was taking charge when she was with me.

  She started to kiss me and she started to explore my mouth, ears and my neck with her lips and tongue. She paid more attention to my breasts than Emmett did and I guess that shouldn’t really be a surprise and she seemed to know what she was doing and what she wanted.

  Naturally, I was wet immediately as she was and in no time she was gyrating her hips and grinding on me, slowly at first and then with increasing pace as I squeezed and sucked on her breasts for the first time and I enjoyed it.

  Eventually, she got off of my lap and went down on me like a hungry woman but was careful to not let me cum. Using her expert tongue, she licked and sucked on my pussy and my asshole like a professional. I wanted to cum but she was careful to stop before I climaxed and then would do it all over again and it was torture. I then grabbed her head and shoved her face into my pussy harder and climaxed.

  “Ughhhhhhhh I shouted and spasmed into her mouth as I came.

  I felt fantastic but Molly hadn’t had her fill yet so I decided to take charge and stood up and made her lay back onto the kitchen table and I started licking and sucking on her pussy and made her come hard right away as she was beyond horny but I kept licking and sucking over and over and she climaxed several times over.

  After her climax had subsided she had me bend over the kitchen table and started to lick and suck on my pussy from behind and just as I was about to cum again, she stopped suddenly, had me lay on my back and poured a little bit of the beer onto my body and pussy and started licking my body, breasts and pussy all over again and I just kept cumming and cumming.

  After we had finished very satisfied and hours later, I said goodbye to her as I headed to her apartment and she asked how I liked it. I told her that I thought she was great and she reminded me again that it was our little secret in the mean time until she can bring up the subject of her supposed open relationship with Tonya and that I should consider it payment for helping her with her bags.

  I thought it was an odd thing to say, as she enjoyed it as much as I did if not more so and maybe she was trying to rationalize everything.

  A month or so later, we had sex again for hours and although it was in my apartment this time, once again she said it was our little secret and that it was reimbursement for something else I had helped her with previously.

  Chapter 6

  During the month, that Molly and I had sex both times while Tonya had been with her family for what turned out to be an extended period of time, Emmett had what Molly described as an awkward conversation with her about what she had saw.

  She reassured me that he hadn’t been threatening in the least bit and that everything turned out well because she reassured him that she was not the least bit interested in reporting him to his superiors (board members) and couldn’t care less. She also reassured him that the reason she freaked out when she caught us was because she didn’t expect the situation to ever happen to her and didn’t know what to do and panicked. He seemed glad to hear that and it gave him the confidence to be a little more risky and bold in his interactions with me which would increase the likelihood that we would get caught but he didn’t seem to care. He was always horny and when he wanted it, he wanted it.

  The next time he wanted it was a month after the last incident and around the same time period Molly and I had sex again the second time. I was sitting in my office working on the new projects, Emmett did eventually explain to me and I was glad for more responsibility as Emmett assured me would lead to it being easier for me to climb the corporate ladder in other companies, his company or climb other things hopefully. He remarked how he hoped that I continued to put my talents to use other ways.

  After finishing up the case files, and as I stood up and grabbed them into my arms I felt body heat behind me and a hard bulge push into me from behind. It was Emmett.

  “You work quickly.” He whispered in my ear as he caressed my arms up and down with both of his hands. He then wrapped his arms around me and grabbed onto my hips as he pressed into my ass so hard I had to brace myself with my hands on my desk. He started grinding his hips and shoving his hard member into me and I got nervous because his brazen actions out in the open surely would get us caught if someone walked in the front door.

  Emmett started to unzip his pants, and he discreetly lifted up my skirt and lowered my panties and shoved himself inside.

  “Mmm. You really should stop wearing panties, would make things easier.” He said hoarsely as he slowly pumped into me from behind.

  “We might get caught, with it being obvious with the way we are standing.” I moaned quietly.

  “
You’re right, but mmm…I need to cum, I can’t wait. I’ve been anxious to do this all day.” Emmett said as he gyrated harder and gyrated up to fill my pussy even more.

  “Aaaah” I moaned a little too loudly but fortunately nobody’s cubicle or office was close enough to hear at that level, especially with all of the phones ringing and conversations being had.

  “Mmm. Maybe you are right, we should continue this elsewhere. But I cannot wait until later. Looks like you were going to the storage room? I’ll join you there.” He said as he pulled out reluctantly and zipped up his pants.

  I pulled up my panties, still wet and horny and pulled down my skirt. I grabbed the files and started to walk down the hallway into the storage room on the other side of the office suite closer to Emmett’s office and away from most of the other offices and cubicles. I could feel Emmett’s penetrating gaze watching me as I walked away.

  As I headed into the storage room I shut the door excitedly as I couldn’t get enough of sex ever since the first time I was fucked by Emmett and especially when I heard Molly and Tonya having sex for the first time through the shared wall.

  Five minutes later, I heard the door open and it was Molly and not Emmett.

  “Hi, Molly what are you doing here?”

  “Oh, I was told that you were in Storage and I wanted to tell you something!”

  “Why? What happened are you okay?” I said worried.

  “Yeah mostly. I got a call from Tonya last night and she told me that, she decided to stay indefinitely not only to help take care of her niece but while there she was offered her dream job and she took it! Reluctantly of course.”

  “Oh I’m so sorry, Molly. Are you okay?”

  “I wasn’t at first, but then I surprised myself as I was over it the next day.”

  “Wow, really?” I said surprised.

  “Yeah. I guess although I love Tonya very much, but a part of me has always wanted something more than what I had and I knew deep down that the opinion of her family mattered to her and she was always going to be scared to make that leap and tell them.”

  “Well I’m happy for you Molly!”

  “I’m happy for myself too. Sorry to disturb you, I have to get back to work but I wanted to tell you!” she said excitedly

  “I appreciate you telling me!” I smiled and with that Molly left the store room quickly.

  A few minutes later, Emmett snuck into the storage room slowly and discreetly with a big bulge in his pants that he obviously was anxiously wanting to take care of. Fortunately, I had finished filing all the settled case files back into their appropriate cabinet drawers and as he walked in he grabbed me quickly and roughly as normal and lifted me up by my buttocks and layed me down on the 12 foot conference room table nearby, surrounded by 12 lush leather chairs that was in the storage room.

  Despite what it sounds like, the storage room was a 6,000 square foot facility with rows and rows of cabinets that have held settled cases for the past 10 years, Emmett has owned the company.

  As Emmett laid me down on the conference room table he unzipped his pants quickly, not looking for conversation. He just wanted release. He then pulled down my thong and shoved my skirt up and entered me quickly. He pumped faster than ever before and this time he cared less about taking his time or whether I wanted my own release.

  As he pumped quickly, he grunted loudly and grabbed at my 36 D breasts and shoved them into his mouth and sucked like a starving man. He bit a little too hard at times and despite him being selfish and rough, I enjoyed it. I loved being fucked by anyone, but especially by Molly.

  As I started to climax over and over by the roughness of his actions, Emmett pumped quickly and he ejaculated within a couple of minutes in me and as he spurted into me he so groaned loudly it echoed the room. After he had finished he collapsed onto me and breathing raggedly and did not pull himself out of me.

  We laid like that for a few minutes, no one saying a word and Emmett started slowly gyrating again and continued moan quietly to himself until he ejaculated again 10 minutes later.

  He eventually got up, pulled himself out and zipped up his pants without saying a word and walked out of the room. This became our regular thing, him shoving himself into me roughly in the storage room and then collapsing onto me while he gyrated a second time slowly before he came again. This was our regular thing for the next few months when he wasn’t getting any action from his girlfriend.

  Emmett didn’t know that while this was going on, Molly and I started to hang out more often outside of work, visiting each other’s apartments having a beer. Sometimes we would check out estate sales together, have dinner. No matter what we did, we would have a great time talking and sharing stories.

  Sometimes we would have what we called now, making love, at the end of the night and Molly became not only a great friend but a great lover. We started to care deeply about each other and she was a nice contrast to Emmett’s Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am kind of roughness.

  Molly didn’t mind Emmett and I being together of course because she knew that despite Emmett’s storage room needs that Molly and I would be together soon, exclusively.

  Several months later, we eventually did and Emmett was no longer in the picture.

  The End!

  I wanted to thank you for reading my first ever Short Story. I hope you enjoyed it! Please flip ahead for the bonus short story and also be sure to leave a review!

  Rescuing Her Heart

  A Lesbian First Time Office Romance

  By: Elle Crosby

   Copyright 2016 by Elle Crosby (Author).

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  Introduction

  I wanted to start off by thanking you for taking the time to read my book Releasing Her Heart. This is my second book ever written and it has been a long time coming, so I am excited to find out what each of you think about my book, the story and the characters within it.

  The ideas for any book I write comes from unique and the most unlikely of places: my past, my memories, still photographs of people I never met and the tales told to me by loved ones.

  My goal for Releasing Her Heart is that I hope you love it as much as I do and secondly, that you get lost within the story, fall in love with the characters and the depth of who each of them are as they are real as you or I. I also hope to continue the series if this book is well received.

  Enjoy!

  Chapter 1

  Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but we can’t allow ourselves to get caught up in it. Looking back on my life now, there were so many indications, hints and clues that the path I put myself on was not necessarily the one I should have been on.

  I was raised by liberal creative parents, who would have been willing to accept me whatever form I took. My father taught English at the university in our town and my mother was a sports journalist, traveling the state and country several times a week to report on whatever sport needed her attention. Hindsight being what it is, I think my mother’s job was what created the distance between her and her children, me in particular. Most days she missed breakfast, dinner, bedtime and the little things we all take for granted.

  My mother loved me and the rest of her family, but she loved her career too and despite the obvious gaps between her and her children, my father would not allow her to quit.

  He would always say to us, “Your mom is more than just your mother”.

  She was. She was an award winning journalist, a vagabond and a free spirit. She did not fit the stereotype of the other Stepford women who lived around us and my father did not fit the male stereotype of the men around us.

  Fo
r one, my father didn’t drink beer, preferring wine and whiskey. He preferred to taste what he was drinking, to hear the story behind the grapes in the bottle. He would tell us that the men in the town enjoyed beer because it was a bland and got you drunk fast.

  “A fine wine”, he would say, “opens up your senses, tingles your creativity and allows you some headspace to relax”.

  Whiskey was the drink of choice after a bad day. “The edge needs to be taken of this day”, he would proclaim.

  Thankfully, he didn’t have too many bad days, averaging two a month. Socializing in my town, particularly for the men, was based around the bars and sports. Despite falling insanely in love with, marrying and procreating with a sports journalist, my father had no interest in sports whatsoever. We were atypical, and we loved it.