So far, Nicci had no reason to complain. She had some time to settle in at work and she was making progress. One of the benefits of working for a small council; everyone you wanted to talk to, was just a minute away. The system she was working to convert was old, ok, but it was very well documented and archived. She had expected a mess; she was pleasantly surprised. She didn’t look forward to all the copy-pasting of webpages, so maybe the two interns might be of help.
Even though she was only 29, Nic had the growing sensation that she might be a bit of a cougar. She let the concept linger in her head. She did feel reborn, in a way. Zach was fun, energizing. He never worried much about anything. He even courted her, relentlessly. It was so cute, how proud he was meeting friends with her beside him. He was carefree, undamaged, uncomplicated.
She never once slept in the guestroom, she realized. Since that first evening in the house, Zach had almost stalked her. He was eager to learn, eager to prove himself and he could not keep his hands off of her. When she walked in the door after work, he could be right behind it to carry her up the stairs and push her on her back.
Other days he bent her over kitchen counter as soon as she got home and pushed his hand up under her skirt. Nic had to admit she did … encourage him. She tried to find something he did not yet know every day, so she could drop the hint. She knew him well enough by now to know he would spend much of the next day figuring out what she meant. By then, as soon as she closed the door behind her, he would want to try it. Of course he did. And she? She kept him hungry every day.
Being chased after without a stop. It was enticing, invigorating even. The lines in her face seemed less deep now. She lost a few pounds. She felt attractive, wanted. She was glowing and she knew it.
He kept pushing her to go shopping together. Sure, he had a thing for sneaking into the booth. He also had a thing for trying to put clothes on her that she wouldn’t deem appropriate anymore. Zach loved necklines with a plunge so deep you could almost see her belly button. She did like pleasing him, so sometimes at parties she put one of those tops on. It never took long for him to sneak up on her, push his finger down her shirt and find a nipple to play with. He even did it in public: he pulled her on his lap, wriggled his hand in from the waist up and worked his magic fingers until she gasped. She had taught him that trick. And now she was bested at one of her own games. She did not know if she regretted it.
When Zach had to go to class in the morning, he would wake her, fuck her and slide his fingers through all the juices flowing from her. He did not wash his hands for the rest of the day. He said he liked that smell over anything else.
She was not without blame. She fuelled the fire knowingly. She had him shave and as a reward, she often played him with her tongue for less than a minute, just to walk away and keep texting him during the day about how she touched herself in the ladies room or what she would do to work up some guy from another department.
She was corrupting him. That much was clear. She hadn’t been wearing panties for at least 2 weeks. It didn’t matter if they were at home or out. He would find a chance to grab her by the mound and hold her tight for a few moments. Sometimes he toyed with her clit. Other times he would push two of his fingers in and hold her there between his thumb and forefingers. She did teach him that as well, but that fact made it no less effective…
Once the door was opened, it could not be closed again. Nicci smirked at her own mischief.
Then again, sleeve or not, tricks were just tricks. He would eventually grow bored by just thinking of ways to keep her wet and ready. She had to make the next move for him. Nicci found herself wondering. There used to be a lake. She used to go swimming there, in the evening, with the people from the camp. No one else was ever there. Restrooms, changing booths and the backseat of the car were fun, true, but a little more adventure wouldn’t hurt.
So come the next Friday, Nicci found herself packing her things up in the office and heading down the hall for a drink with the office. She had asked Zachory to pick her up later. Her heels were ticking on the marble floors. People still hadn’t really stopped staring at her. She had dressed down a lot already, but it didn’t matter. She could be in turtlenecks and jazzpants and people would stare. Her only friends here were Casey, the administrative assistant and Jack, who was a sysadmin. They waved her over to their table when they saw her. Casey was funny, her springy red curls bouncing about her head. She was 19 and would have been smart enough to go to college if her father would have let her. He was too conservative to consider that his daughter might have brains. She was saving up to move to London, or Paris, Or New York. She didn’t care what country she ended up in, as long as she could live in a great city and go back to school. She never stopped harassing Nic with questions. Could she be like Carrie? How to find the right shoes? Could you really find a decent guy in a bar?
Jack was generally unhappy with everything and everyone. He did not mean to, but the most hilarious quotes about incompetence on a global scale came tumbling out of his mouth, one after the other. The three of them were the social outcasts in the town. People found them weird and were a little scared the weirdness was contagious. When she got to the table, Jack was just explaining how dumb you must be to put the installation cd-rom under the tray. Especially when you saw your co-worker 3 tables over makes the very same mistake 10 minutes earlier. He was grumbling loudly and throwing irritated glances over to the two ladies from the department of infrastructure. Nicci smiled. She knew they were both not the sharpest knife in the drawer. She could understand why Jack was fed up with them.
As they chatted about the week, everything and nothing, Nic didn’t even realize what time it was. When Zachory came walking over to her table, slowly but surely the sounds of people chatting quieted down. Laughter halted. Everyone was staring at the both of them. She heard the gossip that would start as soon as she was out of the room happening in advance. She kissed Jack goodbye and gave Casey a peck on the cheek, before she picked her bag up and walked to Zachory, standing alone in the middle of the hall. She lifted her chin. Let them talk, she sniggered in her head.
He turned when she got to him and put his hand on her back. “Let them” he said “they want what they are not willing to take a risk for. They do not know what they could be missing” He wasn’t just looking at her, though. He turned his head and blew a kiss to Casey. She felt her knees buckle. She turned her head as well. Casey was very sexy, now that she paid attention. The long legs, her very slim waist and a face that was as sensual as a yearning 19 year old could be… Nic made a mental note to ask Zach about her.
She felt his hands on her hips, while she was putting her laptop in the trunk of the car. If she let him, he was going to have her right in the parking lot. She swatted his arms away and got behind the wheel. He was looking at her, a quizzical look on his face. When they turned up to the small path leading to the lake, there was no car or bike to be seen. They would be alone.
Nic parked the car as close to the water as she could get. She grabbed a bag from the backseat and nudged Zach to get out of the car and follow her. She dropped the back under an overhanging tree and pulled of her jacket. Skirt, bra, and stockings. She tossed them all in the bag. He finally got the hint and undressed as well. She went into the water and waited for him to follow her.
Even though it might not be this way much longer, he was still ‘a good boy’. It took him just a few moments to get to her and push his hand down to open her legs. She wrapped them around his hips and hung back. Water was an enchanting encounter. She could lean into him very far and still did not have to carry her own weight. She tossed her upper body back, throwing her hips to him. He did not waste time with pleasantries and got a firm grip on her, as he started pulling her onto him. She was swaying in the lake, balancing on her thighs and on his dick inside her. It could go on forever. He started growling at her as she felt him pull her more violently. He really did learn how to fuck. He was most gorgeous the moment his eyes glazed over and he wasn’t seeing anymore. That moment where only he and his movements existed. It was agony. It was salvation. It was release.
Sometimes she made him fuck her over and over again, just so she could get another look at him that way. It was primitive and very intimate.
They made their way back to the shore. It might have been summer, but it did get cold after a while. Nic spread a blanket out under the tree and tossed Zach a towel. He was a few feet away, so he wouldn’t notice if she took his belt from the stack. He was always so messy. That came in handy. In fact, she had counted on it.
When he walked over, she slipped the belt over his upper arms. She pushed him onto his back. She still had it, she thought, as he was down on his back, arms pinned to his side, unable to use them. Now it was her turn. She was going to ride him until he screamed for mercy. She knelt, her tongue flicking over his tip. She should know by now, but it was still a surprise for her how fast he could get back up. Within a minute, his dick was rock hard and twitching to attention in her hand. She put her feet on the ground on either side of him and lowered down. She massaged the head of his cock gently, dripping all over him. He was writhing under her, but couldn’t move. She crouched down another inch or two, so that we was only just inside her. She twirled her hips around in slow motion. Inch by excruciating inch, she crouched down. Very slowly, until she was sitting on him. She started grinding him at first, up …. and …. down. When she moved, she felt him touching her gspot every stroke she made. She wanted one ride to orgasm, just for fun. She pushed herself onto him, dragging herself back again and again until she found the deeper feeling of getting an orgasm this way. It started at the back of her vagina and it was way more powerful than any other release. She felt it build up deep within her. Pressure build up in her ears. Her movements were out of her conscious control. Her ears started ringing now. Her back tensed and arched backwards. She pushed her hands down his chest and made harsh, bloody scratches on him. Her hands cramped up. She was screaming. And there it was, taking hold of her, rocking her. She had to scream again. She was convulsing heavily as she finally regained her senses. She opened her hands and tried to steady herself. She looked at him. In his face she saw a mixture of bewilderment and amusement. He had no clue what had just happened. She gave herself a little time. She did not recover that fast anymore, unfortunately.
He was still hard inside her. She breathed in deep and started again. She needed to take it slower this time. She was still very sensitive. Pace by pace she rode him, going faster steadily. She rode him until he was about to come, only to slow down again. This wasn’t for him. This was for her.
“Fuck me, you little slut. Fuck me.” He growled. “I can’t take it anymore. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
The moment she heard the words coming out of his mouth, something powerful took over. The good boy that gotten into the car that evening, would not be coming home with her. He was ready. He was a man.
Agony. It was bittersweet. Sex was no different. It was almost painful, but she pushed himself onto him as hard as she could. Her nails were digging into him, leaving marks everywhere. He was in her so deep it hurt her. And she pushed herself, riding him. She was out of breath too much to scream, so she choked. She gasped. She panted. And she came.
When she threw her body back for the last few thrusts at him, he had pushed himself onto his elbows. She did not know he could go deeper. She was being hammered at inside now. Tears were streaming down her face as she heard a muffled shout coming from his throat.
This time, she could not steady herself anymore. She fell. Writhing on the ground, she tried curling up. Zachory was beside her, trying to hold her still. His grip was firm, but it didn’t hurt. She was glad she hadn’t taken all the niceness out of him.
They were both done for on the way home. For the first time since she got here, Nicci had a full night sleep.
In the morning, her body still hurt. She felt like she was bruised up all over. Just getting to work was aggravating. She sat through the day, not able to maintain the same position longer than 5 minutes, but she did it. Someone had dumped a folder on her desk. She found it to be the glossary for the non-digital archive, that consisted of hundreds of documents that could not be preserved forever. Nicci hated office multifunctionals, but that was her place to go and be an unhappy camper today. She couldn’t do it to Casey to dump the folder on her desk. She cursed as she hobbled her way to the printing room. She would be there all of next week as well.
When she got home, whatever happened to Zachory the night before, had not left him. He did not immediately find her to toy with her. He helped her crawling up the stairs and into the bath. She felt the strain in her slowly fading away as she let her hair down and stretched her legs out. When the water had gone cold, she wrapped herself in a blanket and went downstairs. This time she could walk.
He was hanging on the couch, when she let herself drop next to him. She folded her legs up next to her. When he looked at her, she saw he was contemplating. He decided not to say it, apparently, since the only thing he did was hold her chin in his hand and kiss her. “Thank you” he said. They stayed exactly where they were for the rest of the evening.
The next day, Nic felt much better already. She was still stuck in the copier-room, but at least she could get there. Zach texted her if it was ok if he had a friend over for dinner that evening. She was most welcome to join. She paid it no mind, as she lifted the next stack of registers on the scanner tray…
She found Mark and Zach slouching on the couch when she walked in. Now she remembered. She had seen the kid around before. She liked him, but she did not really know why. When she was standing in the doorway, Mark was looking at her, quizzically.
It was him who got up, and took her bag from her. That surprised her. He put hers things away and got back to the couch. He pointed to the floor, when she turned around, suit jacket in her hand. There was a pillow on the floor. She was supposed to sit there? Why?
Mark got impatient, rubbing his beach-blonde hair. He gently took her by the arm, had her sit where he wanted her to sit and got on the couch right behind her, his knees next to her shoulders. He unfastened the clasp of her necklace and reached over her shoulder to undo the 3 top buttons on her blouse. Nicci was intrigued. She let it go on, curious as to where it would lead.
One by one he pulled the pins from her hair and brushed it down. He gave her a little band and asked her to put her hair away. She tied it in a loose bun, wondering. He had strong hands. And she had a lot of knots in her neck. It almost made her dizzy. It certainly made her very non-resistant. Zach moved in closer to both of them. He grabbed her hair and whispered: “will you trust me today as I have trusted you?” She nodded, almost imperceptibly.
Zachory knelt down in front of her. He undid the other buttons, one by one. Marks hands were still in her neck. This was interesting. Zach pulled the fabric away from her. He slipped his hand under her skirt, undoing her suspender belt. She hadn’t noticed, until now, that he never fumbled anymore. He moved swiftly. Before she knew it, her stockings were gone. Her bra was not on her anymore, either. Zach threw another pillow on the floor and sat down. He stretched out to her leg, and took her foot in his lap. Nicci had to close her eyes. This was almost unbearable. She must have been moaning softly.
She woke up startled when Mark worked his way up the back of her head and held it firm in place. “This might come as a surprise to you, but Zachory asked me to help him. He wanted to give you something special.” He spoke in a low tone “I could never keep my eyes of you, so I did not need to think twice. Besides, I have never had any problem looking at him either” Nicci was convinced that Mark was looking really sly right now. She did not want to open her eyes though. She did not want to break the spell.
She could feel fingers massaging the way up her leg, she felt fingers between her shoulderblades. It was so much. Then, it stopped. She let out a disappointed sigh. Nothing happened. She opened her eyes slowly. She did not want to move or do anything. Zach was holding his hand out to her. Reluctantly, she took it. He pulled her up. Now she was really disappointed. All he did was whisper to her: “Trust me Nic.”
He lead her to the stairs. Mark was right behind them. They walked to the bedroom. Nicci was flabbergasted. Candles were burning and there were no blankets on the bed. She was laid down, face forward, a pillow under her chin. Mark tied one of her scarfs over her eyes. Warm oil was dripping on her back.
She had no choice. And even if she did, the choice could go bugger off. 4 hands were massaging her back now. It was almost a sensory overload. 4 hands stroked her, massaged her. Suddenly, they were gone. Had she going mad or did she hear kissing sounds? She still wasn’t sure when she felt hands go up her legs. She wasn’t thinking anymore when she opened her legs. This was pure bliss.
Strong fingers made circles on her inner thighs. She felt them moving up, around, and up again. She opened her legs a little more. They kept stopping not even half an inch from where she wanted them to be. She was wrong. This wasn’t bliss. This was torture. She pushed her hips up, gave them every bit of acces they could want. But they didn’t take it. They moved up and stopped short again. Over and over.
If she hadn’t gone mad before, she was seriously doubting her sanity now. Fingers moved up the curves of her ass, kneading every muscle there was. She wanted to scream. When she lifted her head to do so, she was pushed back into the pillow. She did not know by whom. She tried again, and again she was pushed back. Hands were crawling over her ass, her thighs. Everywhere. Just. not. there.
Suddenly, the fingers gripped her hard in her thighs. The scarf was pulled away and they flipped her over. She had to blink a few times to be able to see, even in the dim licht. When she did get her vision back, Mark and Zachory were both on their knees, kissing passionately, in front of her. It took them a while to notice she was back to the land of the living. The crawled up beside her, Zach on the left and Mark on the right. Zach held her face and kissed her. “You are ours tonight hon, don’t fight it” at the same time, she felt fingers slipping inside of her. She spasmed. Zachory firmly held her down on the bed and started biting her neck, her breasts, her nipples. A tongue, Mark’s tongue, slipped between her legs.
New lovers always took her some time to get accustomed too. Mark was warm, almost sloppy. He seemed to enjoy the way she tasted. She couldn’t help but smile. She moved her hand down to stroke his hair. It was coarse. Blue eyed Mark with his tan and his unkempt hair. He was a surfer, so she wasn’t surprised he was so laid back even in bed. When she touched his face he was covered in her juices. It didn’t seem to bother him. If anything, it made him more enthousiastic. Finally, she gave in. If they wanted to torment her, so be it. She got lost in fingers, hands, teeth and tongues that were moving over her. She was gasping.
Suddenly, she felt her mouth being pried open. When she let her tongue run down the shaft, she knew it wasn’t Zach. It didn’t matter. She licked and teased and flicked and opened her mouth wider. Her legs were pulled apart, her knees bent and her feet put on the bed. She couldn’t pay much attention, as she moved her hand around the balls that were in front ofher face. She pulled. Gently. For as far as she knew, Mark was still vanilla, despite his attitude.
She couldn’t moan when Zach pushed himself into her. She made a muffled sound, but let her tongue do the work for her. Marks hand was going to her clit while Zachory was inside her. She knew it was her this time that wouldn’t last long. Everything went white. When the shapes in the room appeared again, she was shaking. Mark was sitting next to her face. She reached out, pulled him to her and gave him a deep, long kiss.
She propped herself up against the headboard, looking into two glowing faces. She reached out to both of them, caressing their hair and slowly moved them towards each other. They did not need to be prompted. They were kissing one moment and the next moment, socks, jeans, belt and pieces of underwear were flying everywhere. She found the oil. She did not know if she was reaching, but it was worth a try. She handed the bottle to Mark. The dark look on his face told her she was wrong. He passed the bottle to Zachory, who pushed him on his back. Oil dripping in hands was being smeared out and for a moment she wasn’t sure if he would actually do it.
Leaning against the headboard, she liked the view. Zach was in doubt, but not for long. He grabbed his friend and pulled him closer. Nicci had Marks head in her lap, and she was stroking his hair. He was tense, so she pinched a nipple hard, to distract him. He cried out when a cock was being shoved into him, but it didn’t last. It took a few moments, but Marks face changed.
Nic knelt over him and licked him again. She licked her hand and slided it around his shaft. She opened her mouth and moved her head up and down at the same pace Zach was moving. Mark shrieked when she tasted him. She licked every last part of him clean and swallowed. She sat down next to him and held his head, for the last few thrusts always hurt a bit if you already came yourself. She stroked his face as she saw Zach glazing over. The most beautiful thing in the world, she thought. And then he screamed.