Working Together

If I hadn’t needed the job so badly, I wouldn’t have taken it. As it was, my bank account was getting closer and closer to zero and I couldn’t afford to be picky. It wasn’t that I hated the actual work – I could be positive and look at it like an eight hour work out, since I was just lifting boxes and putting away stock. It wasn’t that I hated the people – my manager was great and while I wouldn’t hang out with most of them outside of work, most of my coworkers were nice enough. It was, of all things, the uniform.

I know it’s silly, but the uniforms were hideous. We had to wear khaki pants, which was completely impractical for the amount of physical work we had to do in the warehouse since we were covered in dust by the end of the day. And that’s not even going into how unflattering khaki is on a woman with hips like mine. But the absolute worst was the shirts. They looked like cheap, long-sleeved golf shirts and were bright red. And to make matters worse, mine was two sizes too big. I had to roll up the sleeves three times to even be able to use my hands, and it looked like a baggy, shapeless sack on my body. And I mean, it's not like I even had the shape to make it look sexy – I’m short and like I said before, wide at the hips. In that thing, I looked like a stocky little elf.

And even all that wouldn’t be that bad, except for Matt.

Matt was about the cutest thing I’d ever seen. He was probably around 5’8” or so – only a few inches taller than me, but had a body like you wouldn’t believe. He had broad shoulders and what looked like a pretty nice chest underneath his red golf shirt, which didn’t look half as hideous on him as it did on me. His hair was a little bit long and curly, a light strawberry blonde, and he had a smile that was like nothing you’d ever seen. He was always flashing that smile around, making me melt, and if that wasn’t bad enough, he was about the nicest person I’d ever met. Two days after I started, he knew my coffee order, and without even asking me he’d buy me a coffee if he went down the street to the coffee shop on his break. He always asked about my day and we had great conversations. The other girls on our shift always joked that the only reason he talked to me was because I was the only female presence in the warehouse (since they all worked up front with the customers) but I don’t think that was true. I mean, first off, I was obviously not coming to work dressed like the rest of the girls. I didn’t bother doing my makeup and I didn’t get to wear the “cute” uniform (cute being a very generous term – the shirts were still ugly as sin but they were short sleeved and buttoned up, and came in women’s sizes. They didn’t bother with women’s sizes for the stock uniforms since there weren’t a whole lot of us girls on the stock team. That was partially because it was a pretty physical job with lifting standards, and partially because it took a toll on a girl’s hands and skin, and most girls just didn’t want to deal with that. But I digress).

The point of all this was that Matt was attractive and had a great personality, and I wanted to jump his bones like you wouldn’t believe. The problem with that is that I barely got to make an impression on him since I wore the equivalent of a red potato sack and was covered with dirt and grime by the end of the shift. For all I knew, I was just another one of the guys to him. After all, guys don’t tend to see girls who can lift more weight than them as relationship material. Or even one-night stand material.

And the reason I’m telling you all this? To give you my side of the story, my reasoning behind not wanting to go to the Christmas party, before you see how I got forced into it.

Okay, not forced. Talked into it. But let me make it clear that I didn’t want to go – I had no date, no significant other to take with me like all the other girls, and I was basically sick of lusting over Matt, since it would be a cold day in hell that he actually would lust over me.

It started in the break room on the day before the Christmas party. Everyone was excited because it was Friday and the company was throwing one hell of a party the next night. I believe the high point of it was going to be the open bar.

“…and I bought the cutest new shoes to wear with it!” exclaimed Janessa, one of the sales girls. I raised my eyebrows and laughed as Derek rolled his eyes. Janessa caught sight of it and smacked him on the arm. “Shut up, Derek, just because I don’t want to be seen at the Christmas party in the same outfit as last year. Borrowing your dad’s suit from the 70’s again, I’m assuming?”

“Yeah, right, like Janet would let me wear it again,” Derek snorted. “She made me buy a new suit for her sister’s wedding.”

I took a huge bite of my sandwich and was chewing when another sales girl, Melissa, turned to me. “What about you, Allie? What are you wearing to the Christmas party?”

I chewed hard and swallowed most of the bite before answering. “I’m not going,” I replied.

I was not prepared for the reaction. I believe it was Janessa and Melissa that let out high-pitched gasps, and even the guys at our table gave me one of those “looks.” I know for sure that it was Melissa who slapped my arm, causing me to choke on the last bit of my sandwich.

“What?” I cried, coughing.

“You can’t NOT go to the Christmas party!” Janessa exclaimed.

“Yeah, jeez!” Derek said. “It’s the best part of this job!”

“We all get to let our hair down, have a little fun, see each other in something other than hideous khaki and red…” Melissa said.

I shrugged. “I dunno, it’s just been a long week, you know? I figured I’d have a relaxing weekend to myself. Besides,” I said, trying not to laugh as I exchanged a look with the guys. “I have nothing to wear.”

“Not an excuse!” exclaimed Janessa. “You’re coming out shopping with me and Mel after work.”

“What? No!” I said. “Guys, please, I just don’t want to go to the Christmas party, okay?”

It went on like that for awhile, them trying to convince me, me resisting. The lunch hour was finally over and I got up, but not before Melissa had one last attempt at convincing me.

“Come on,” she said. “I’ll buy you lunch every day next week if you don’t have a good time. Promise.”

I contemplated it for a moment. “Tempting,” I said. “But I still don’t think…”

“Think about it this afternoon, and I’m going to hunt you down before you leave if you want to come shopping with us,” she said. “Please come. It’ll be really fun.”

“I’ll think about it,” I said, collecting my things to head back to the warehouse.

I didn’t think about it, at least, not until a couple hours later. That was when the rest of the order came in and Matt and I got charged with scanning everything into the inventory.

We chatted as usual, talking about movies and Matt’s new apartment that he had just moved into. It was just about quitting time and I was trying to figure out why the scan gun wouldn’t record the last box I had.

“You weren’t really serious about not coming to the Christmas party, right?” Matt said out of the blue.

“Hmm?” I responded, banging the damn scan gun against the pallet.

“On lunch, when the sales bimbos were asking you,” he said.

“Oh,” I said, shrugging as the scan gun restarted itself. “I don’t know. I wasn’t really planning on going…”

“Oh,” he said.

“Why?” I asked.

Matt shrugged. “Well, I was hoping you’d be there,” he said. “It really is fun – I know you didn’t work here last Christmas but it’s a pretty good time.”

I tried not to show a reaction to the fact that he was hoping I’d be there, and just smiled. “Well, we’ll see,” I said. “With all the overtime this week I figured I would want a night off. Besides, everyone’s going to be there with their girlfriends and whatnot and I’ll end up the awkward third wheel.”

Matt scanned in the last box for me and started collecting the things to put away before we left. “Not true. I don’t have anyone to go with,” he said, then flashed that wonderful smile at me. “I hope you’ll be there. We can hang out together.”

And with that, I decided I was going to the Christmas party.

I said good night to the other stock workers and clocked out, grabbed my things, and headed to the break room where I was seriously hoping Melissa and Janessa hadn’t left yet. To my luck, they were just leaving as I walked up.

“Allie!” Melissa cried. “Now, do we have to keep trying to talk you into coming?”

“No, I guess you wore me down,” I said. “I am going to need that shopping trip after all.”

They squealed. There is literally no other way to describe the noise they made other than squeals of excitement. And with that, I was off on a shopping trip with, as Matt described them, the sales bimbos.

I can’t bear to get into the details of the shopping trip. Shopping is just not one of my things. Basically, I got to be the dress up doll for Janessa and Melissa. They picked out outfits, I put them on, they either approved or didn’t. I felt like a real-life Barbie, and surprisingly, I felt pretty good about myself. I mean, normally when I shop, I come out feeling like crap because nothing fits, but Janessa and Melissa were really positive. Instead of things like “No, that dress doesn’t work because it makes your ass look like it has its own gravitational pull,” they said things like “I’m super into the bodice and the color just totally brings out your eyes but I’m so totally in love with the skirt on that other dress, let’s see if we can find something with like, both features!” And yes, I rolled my eyes when they spoke like that, but you know what? It was better than the former statement, which is how I usually think while I’m shopping.

When they finally agreed on an outfit, I was exhausted. “Okay, ladies, that was fun,” I said as we left the store. “See you tomorrow!”

“What?” said Janessa. “We’re not done!”

“We’re not?”

Melissa laughed. “You don’t go out much, do you?”

I flushed slightly. She was right, but she didn’t have to point it out like that. I mean, if you haven’t guessed already, I was a bit of a tomboy. One of the guys. I always got along better with guys than with other girls, and my idea of going out was to a sports bar to watch the game.

So, we weren’t done. First we had to get shoes, and then accessories, and then they took me to buy makeup. Now, let me just say, I did know how to do my own makeup – I wasn’t totally butch here, okay? And the “look” they picked out for me was easy enough for me to do, especially since Melissa decided a simple lipstick look would be best on me. I wholeheartedly agreed, and finally, FINALLY, we were done shopping.

The whole thing had left me with very little time to think about why I was going to the Christmas party until I got home and flopped down on my couch, shopping bags on the floor and still wearing my hideous work uniform. Really, as pathetic as it sounds, it boiled down to Matt wanting me to be there. And maybe if I looked good, he’d… well, want me, like I wanted him. Oh God, how pathetic did that sound? I don’t mean it like I couldn’t get him without makeup and clothes and all that. But, you know, there’s no harm in trying to make him get the hint!

I stretched and got up, heating up some leftovers and cracking a beer. It would be nice to get out, I thought. I was tired and I did want to just spend the weekend at home, but the fact remained that I really did need to get out more. I was living alone in a city where I didn’t know many people, having moved here to take a job just out of college and then discovering that I hated it. My family was all back home and I just didn’t have the money to go home for Christmas, nor could I afford to take the time off work. This Christmas party was really the only thing I’d be doing for Christmas this year.

I tried not to focus on the Matt aspect of it. I just didn’t want to get my hopes up and get them crushed when I realised he had just asked me to go because he was trying to be nice. But as I stripped my work uniform off and started the shower, I couldn’t help but think of what might happen if Matt did have a thing for me.

When I was completely naked, I let my hair out of its ponytail and looked in the mirror. Would Matt like my body? I examined it. I liked my body. It wasn’t perfect, but it was strong and it was mine. My hips were pretty wide and I had thick thighs and a tummy, but there was muscle underneath from working in the warehouse all the time, and they looked better with a little meat on them. My arms were toned and strong, and my breasts were an average size. They looked a little small when compared with my hips, but I was okay with that – I just had a bit of a pear-shaped body.

I paid a little more attention to my breasts. They were a nice handful apiece, with rosy nipples that were hardening in the steamy bathroom. I watched as goosebumps formed on my pale skin, fascinated by the taughtness of my skin as they formed. I flicked my eyes up in the mirror, looking at my blonde hair as it fell against my shoulders and at my face – round, with apple cheeks and large eyes. From there I moved my eyes down, down my stomach and towards the folds between my legs, and as I moved my eyes there, my hand moved there. Now, I don’t like to brag, but my pussy was beautiful. It was puffy and my lips nestled the little bud of my clit between their pink folds, a symmetrical nest of flesh between my legs. I kept the hair on it trimmed – I had tried shaving it once and the bumps as the hair grew back just made it look ugly. But the fine spattering of hairs over it, I was okay with that.

My hand slid between my legs, my fingers parting the lips to show my tight pussy hole and clit. The flesh was pink and starting to get wet, my clit starting to throb as a hard little nub. I sighed as my fingers started to explore the hole between my legs, teasing along my lips and just dipping in between them to let the hot juices slicken them before teasing my clit. I imagined Matt’s fingers between my legs – his hands, strong and calloused, probing against the delicate skin down there. I imagined his broad chest against mine, his hand between us as he fingered my pussy, and I had to brace myself against the bathroom counter with my other hand. I couldn’t keep myself from pushing my fingers into my cunt and letting my thumb graze against my clit. I moaned softly, an image of Matt’s smiling face in my mind, wishing I could feel his warm arms around me, wishing I could replace my fingers with his cock…

It wasn’t long before I could feel myself ready to cum. The sensation ran through my body and I prepared myself for a hard orgasm. I worked my fingers fast and hard, picturing Matt fucking me, picturing his hard body over mine with his cock buried in my cunt, and I came. I came hard and long and I moaned his name and held myself up using the bathroom counter, my knees buckling as my entire body tensed and writhed as I came. I bit my lip and gasped, panting for breath as I slowly came down from my orgasm. I pulled my hand from between my legs and stepped into the hot water streaming from my showerhead, wondering if I’d ever get to experience Matt for real instead of just in my imagination.

The next day came faster than I thought. Suddenly it was late afternoon and I had to drag myself off the couch to get out of my comfy pajamas and get into the outfit Melissa and Janessa had picked for me. I showered and dried my hair, leaving it in its natural curls, then slipped on a simple black bra and some cute boyshort panties. I did my makeup simply, just a bit of mascara and the subdued red lipstick Melissa had suggested, sprayed on a bit of vanilla body spray, and slipped into the dress I had gotten.

Melissa and Janessa had decided that my best feature was the curve of my hips and had found a tight dress to highlight it. The skirt portion was red and tight, hitting a few inches above my knees to show off my legs, clinging to my hips and ass and cinching just under my breasts. The top was a white blouson style, the draped fabric giving the illusion that my breasts were larger than they really were and giving me a sleek hourglass shape. The neckline fell softly along my collarbone, showing my milky skin. I could just see the outline of my bra and the swell of my breasts under the silky fabric, and turned in the mirror to look at my shape. I had to admit, Melissa and Janessa had done a good job.

It was nearly time to leave, so I slipped on the sleek black pumps they had picked out for me and took a few practice strides across my apartment to make sure I could still walk in them. They were pretty easy to walk in, though I thought that might change once I had a few drinks in me.

I took one final look in the mirror in my front hall, flattening the skirt of my dress nervously. I looked different – really different, completely unlike the person everyone saw at work every day. My curls bounced around my shoulders instead of tied up in a bun like usual, my face wasn’t covered in dust, and my clothes actually fit my body rather than hanging around my body like a sack. What would everyone say? Specifically… what would Matt say?

I shook my head and tossed my hair over my shoulder. I had to stop thinking about what Matt was going to say, otherwise I was bound to be disappointed. I was going to go to the party and have fun, and let everyone say whatever they wanted and I wouldn’t care.

With what I hoped was a confident smile, I locked my door and went out to get a cab. Ten minutes later, I hopped out at the hotel where the party was happening and went inside.

It was fancy, that was for sure. The lobby alone looked like it was plated in solid gold, with high ceilings and spotless, impeccable surfaces. A man in a neatly pressed uniform greeted me and called a bellhop over to escort me to the room where the party was being held – a huge, dimly lit ballroom with a ton of elegant tables and a dance floor, a large bar on one end of the room where I recognized quite a few of my coworkers in line, and a stage where there was a podium set up. I paused in the doorway, wondering where I was supposed to sit.

“Lost your boyfriend?” came a voice from beside me. I looked up to see Derek walking up to me. “Who are you here with, I’ll go find them for you.”

“I’m not here with anyone, dumbass,” I replied. Derek did a double-take and leaned in to look at me.

“Allie?!” he gasped. “Holy shit, you…” He paused. “Wow.”

“If you’re done gaping at me…” I said, punching him on the arm. “Where’s everyone sitting? I just got here.”

“We’ve got a table next to the bar,” he said after a moment. I was trying so hard not to laugh, I have to admit that right now. It looked like my new outfit was a hit after all. “Come on, we saved a spot for you, Melissa and Janessa said you decided to come after all.” We started walking over to the table, Derek nearly running into someone I vaguely recognized from accounting because he couldn’t take his eyes off me.

“Janet here tonight?” I asked uncomfortably.

That seemed to work. Derek laughed nervously and looked ahead. “Yep, my lovely little ball and chain came along!”

We made it to the table, where my usual lunch group was sitting with their significant others – besides Matt, who had an empty seat beside him. It was Melissa’s squeal and grin as she saw me that got everyone to turn around.

“Look at you, sexy!” she exclaimed. I grinned nervously as there was a chorus of ‘Holy shit!’ and ‘Oh my God, Allie?!’ Matt, however, said nothing, and I couldn’t help feel a tiny tinge of disappointment. I reminded myself that I didn’t care what people thought of me, and took the empty seat next to him. I couldn’t help but notice that I wasn’t the only one who looked a whole lot different. Matt was dressed in an immaculate black suit with a double-breasted vest underneath. The darkness of his clothes set off his light skin, his strawberry blonde hair swept to the side, just fringing along his brow and setting off his dark eyes quite nicely.

“So you did decide to come,” Matt said as I settled in my seat. Melissa and Janessa were still bragging about the amazing job they had done with my outfit.

“Yeah, well,” I said, shrugging. There was a big basket of bread on the table. My stomach rumbled and I immediately grabbed a piece and took a huge bite. Matt laughed and shook his head. “Wha?” I asked through a mouthful of bread.

“I was all worried you’d become a little fashionista like Mel and Janessa, but it looks like you haven’t changed a bit,” he said. I made a face at him through my bread and laughed.

“So, this is an open bar or what?” I asked after I swallowed.

It was an open bar. It also turned out that the podium on the stage was just going to be there before dinner while the executives did their speeches. So needless to say, before dinner was even served, I’d had a little more than I should have. Not because I was getting them myself, mind. At some point I realised that a new drink just seemed to randomly appear in front of me every time I was close to being finished, and I wasn’t totally sure how, since I was absorbed in conversation at the table each time it got refilled.

Dinner came and went – it was delicious, but I couldn’t tell you what we had because I slowly began to realise that Matt’s chair was getting closer and closer to mine, and that we were slowly falling into our own private conversation. It happened almost as easily as our conversations at work, and we laughed a lot.

The dessert was served just after we finished dinner, and let me tell you, it looked positively orgasmic. There was an entire platter of different pastries and cakes, from cream puffs filled with chocolate mousse to a red velvet cake with what looked like chocolate chunks mixed in the thick cream cheese icing.

“Oh, God, I can’t even think about dessert,” Mel said, turning her head away from the platter.

“Me neither, I am positively stuffed,” added Janessa.

“No problem,” I said, reaching for the platter. “I’ll take it. I can’t decide between that flaky pastry thing and the cake, anyways.”

Derek laughed. “Allie, I swear you are a bottomless pit. You eat like a man!”

I frowned at him as I started eating the cake. “You calling me a man, Derek?”

“Well, not in that outfit,” he teased. “Come on, you eat more than anyone else I know! How aren’t you the size of an elephant?”

“Maybe because I spend my time actually hefting boxes around and working instead of sitting on my gargantuan ass all day,” I shot back.

Most of the table laughed and I smiled at Derek, trying not to show that his comments were actually pissing me off. The smile was what was frozen on my face when I felt a hand slowly rest against my thigh as Matt leaned in. “Personally, I think it’s nice when a woman has an appetite,” he said. His fingers moved lightly against the hemline of my dress, and I’m sure he felt the shiver that ran through my body. “Then you’re not stuck eating rabbit food with them.”

That got a whole conversation going about women on diets and forcing men to eat their diet food, which was apparently a highly controversial topic, especially between the couples at our table. Once I was no longer the center of attention, I turned to Matt, my mouth slightly open. He looked straight back at me, a half smile on his face.

“Sorry?” he said, as though he wasn’t sure.

I couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t mind,” I said. “And since you don’t mind my appetite, are you going to finish that?” My fork was halfway to his plate before he answered, and he let me finish the piece of cake he had picked.

So, that was really all it took. One simple placement of his hand against my thigh, and I was hooked. I had just polished off Matt’s piece of cake when they announced that the dance floor was opening, and music started blaring.

Within moments, the other women at our table had dragged their significant others to the dance floor, so just Matt and I were left. His hand was back on my thigh, his fingers just sliding underneath the hem and tracing along my smooth thigh. We stayed like that for moment, not saying anything. Not by choice, mind you. His touches were sending little shivers throughout my body that seemed to radiate from my pussy, which was throbbing. I could feel the wet spot already forming in my panties. How could I trust myself to talk?

Finally, he broke the silence. “I’d ask you to dance,” he said, leaning in so I could hear him. “But I don’t know if I’d be able to do it in a work-appropriate way…”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, biting my lip.

“It means,” he started, leaning even closer, so that I could feel his warm breath against my skin, “that if we didn’t have to see these people again on Monday morning, I would be all over your lovely body in an instant.”

I blushed. I couldn’t help it. I mean, I had been dreaming about this, and now it was really happening. Matt’s hand slowly started to make its way further up my thigh, his fingertips tracing light circles against my goose-pimpled skin. I bit my lip and swallowed hard.

“Maybe we should leave,” I said bluntly.

Matt raised his eyebrows and began to pull his hand away. “I'm sorry,” he said. “I didn't mean to offend you.” His face began to turn read and he turned his head away from me

I frowned. “Offend me? What do you mean?”

“You just said that you wanted to leave,” he mumbled, sounding embarrassed. I suddenly realised what he was talking about.

“Yeah, as in, we should leave... together?” I hesitantly mirrored his previous action, letting my hand slowly rest just above his knee.

“Oh... OH!” he exclaimed, shaking his head. “Wow. I must have looked pretty stupid there.”

I laughed. “A little.” He met my eyes again and I bit my lip. He was looking at me like he already knew what I would look like with my dress lying on the floor. “So...?” I asked.

“I think you're right,” he said. He stood up suddenly and offered his hand to help me up. I snorted and stood up immediately, and then immediately grabbed the offered hand to steady myself as I stumbled. I was suddenly light-headed as the numerous drinks I'd had made their presence known. Matt laughed at me.

“Not funny,” I mumbled. The room spun momentarily and I cursed whoever had been refilling my drinks, hoping to God that Matt wouldn't see that I was drunk and try to do something noble and chivalrous, like try to make sure I got home okay.

“Maybe I should just take you home,” he said slowly. “I don't want you to regret anything.”

“Oh for fuck's sake!” I exclaimed. Matt jumped as I swore. “Matt, I'm not going to regret anything. You know how long I've wanted this? You wanna know the only reason I actually came to this stupid party? Because you said you wanted me to!”

“Oh,” he said. He paused, then that grin that I loved so much spread slowly across his face. “In that case, I did take advantage of the company deal to book a room here...”

That was all I needed to hear. “Let's go.”

He lead me out of the ballroom. None of our coworkers noticed – we picked the perfect time. Everyone was dancing or drinking, and no one even saw Matt leading me be the hand out of the room.

We stood in silence, waiting for the elevator. Matt still held my hand, and the tender action distracted from the fact that all I wanted was to simply get up to his room and let him fuck my brains out. I would have to remedy that.

The elevator arrived and I realised I was wrong about the hand-holding being tender as the door closed and Matt suddenly pressed me against the wall. He didn't kiss me – instead, his mouth went to my neck and softly nipped the skin there. I gasped as tingles ran through my entire body. I swear that Matt felt my nipples harden, because he pressed himself even closer to me and groaned. His cock was hard and he pressed his bulge against me as he kissed my neck. I could feel blood rushing through my body, my heart racing as Matt ran his hands along my body, tracing the curve of my hips and just barely grazing against the side of my breast. I stifled a moan as he cupped my ass and pulled me to him, letting me grind my hips against him. I was a second away from simply ripping my dress off and screaming for him to fuck me when the elevator stopped. Matt moved away from me and took a breath, grinning apologetically at me as the door opened.

“I couldn't resist,” he said.

I didn't really care. “Let's get to your room,” I gasped.

He took my hand again and we walked quickly down the hallway. Well, he walked quickly. I stumbled in my rush to get into his pants. It was just my luck that his room was at the very end of the hall. Matt dug in his pockets and retrieved the key, fumbling with it for a moment before unlocking the door. He put his hand on the small of my back, guiding me into the room first. I entered the room, turned to face Matt, and within seconds of the door shutting behind him, had my mouth on his.

His lips were soft, in contrast to the rough, calloused hands that were running up and down my arms. His lips parted and I felt his tongue brush against my lower lip before he bit it gently. I moaned against his lips. He wasn't moving fast enough for me. My pussy was throbbing and I needed him.

I reached between us and began pushing his jacket off his shoulders. Matt shrugged it off and quickly removed the vest as well before he reached behind me and began to unzip my dress – slowly, almost agonizingly so, I felt the cool air hitting my back, and I shivered. Every nerve, every cell in my body was pulsing with need, and my skin felt like it was burning from the heat. My fingers trembled as I loosened Matt's tie and unbuttoned his shirt, and I was only half done when Matt's strong hands guided my dress off my shoulders. I lowered my hands for a moment, pulling my arms out of the sleeves, and resumed working on his shirt as my dress fell down my legs and pooled on the floor around my feet. I paused when I heard Matt groan softly.

He was looking at me, staring at my breasts, his eyes travelling over my body. I was suddenly self-conscious, unsure of what to do with my hands, unsure of what to say. I looked at him, and after a few moments, he met my gaze.

“You are so fucking hot,” he said, and with a swift movement he had his tie and shirt off. He pulled me close to him and we kissed, moving towards the bed in the center of the room. I kicked off my shoes as we reached the bed, moments before I found myself on my back with Matt over me, kissing me, kissing my jaw and my neck and down to my cleavage. I wriggled my arms behind me and unhooked my bra. In seconds it was off and Matt's mouth was on the top of my left breast as he gently fondled the other one, tweaking my hardened nipple and making me gasp. He kissed and licked between my breasts, lightly nipping underneath in a way that made me want to cum right then, before taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking it lightly. I gasped and writhed under him, and I'm sure I felt him grin as he switched between my nipples, paying them each equal attention with his mouth.

“Jesus, Matt, please...” I gasped. “I don't want you to tease me right now.”

“I think you do,” he laughed, but he let one hand trail down to my pussy. I moaned loudly as he slipped his hand into my panties and relieved some of the throbbing in my pussy by running his fingers along my dripping slit. He carefully avoided my clit, barely grazing it as he traced around my wet hole.

I couldn't take it. I knew what Matt was trying to do, but we could do the teasing thing another time. Right then, I needed his cock.

“Matt, I need your cock,” I said. He looked up, surprised. “Please, please fuck me.”

He didn't say anything, just slipped my panties down. In the moment he took to look at my naked body, I had my hands on the waist of his pants, had unbuttoned them, and was working feverishly to push them down his legs. He laughed and stood up, slipping off the rest of his clothes, and I forgot for a moment what I was waiting for.

He had an amazing body. His chest was broad, toned, and defined. It wasn't the body of a body-builder, but simply the body of a strong, real man. His stomach was flat, the hint of his abs clear, defined simply from working in a physical environment. From there, my eyes travelled to his cock, hard and thick, precum dripping from his tip. I licked my lips, and before I really knew what I was doing, I had sat up and crawled towards him. He watched me and didn't move until I was on my knees at the edge of my bed, had wrapped my fingers lightly around his cock and swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting his precum. He groaned and I felt his knees buckle a bit, his hands ending up on my shoulders to steady himself.

I licked his cock thoroughly before taking it in my mouth and sucking gently. Matt groaned and I felt one of his hands tangle itself in my hair, just gently resting there as I began to move my mouth along his cock. I took as much of him as I could, feeling the hot throb of his erection filling my mouth. Matt's hand tightened in my hair and I could hear him gasping as I pumped his cock in my mouth, tasting his precum as it dripped onto my tongue.

I had never really enjoyed sucking cock before – it wasn't the worst thing in the world, but it was incredibly one-sided, and I didn't get a whole lot from the experience in terms of getting turned on. That was different with Matt. There was something about his cock that was practically delicious, and his reactions... well, they just sent shocks of desire through me. My hair was tangled between the fingers of his left hand, but he didn't pull – just let his hand rest against my head. His right hand traced a pattern from the top of my head, down my cheek and jawline to my neck, where his fingertips played against my skin on their way to my shoulder. Low sounds came from his throat as he gently moved his hips, aiding the rhythm as I sucked him.

In fact, I was getting so into it that I was almost disappointed when Matt pulled away. I suddenly realised he was panting and his lips were swollen red where he had been biting them.

“You are going to make me cum way too soon,” he said.

“That would be bad,” I replied. “You promised me sex.”

He laughed. “I promised you nothing – but I want to make you happy, so...” His voice trailed off as he crawled onto the bed over top of me, forcing me to lie on my back as he moved over top of my body. His lips were on mine in a second, kissing me hard. I let my teeth graze against his bottom lip and he groaned against my mouth. His hand moved down my body and into my panties again – I sighed in relief as he finally let his fingers touch my throbbing clit. Within seconds his fingers must have been soaked. After a moment he let his fingers move further down, collecting moisture along my slit before letting one finger slide into my pussy. I moaned against his mouth, my hips thrusting up to meet his hand as he fingered me, the palm of his hand hitting my clit with each motion. I wanted to cum, feeling the small stirrings of an orgasm starting deep in my body, when Matt stopped.

I nearly screamed in frustration, a small whimper escaping my lips. Matt chuckled.

“I've got something even better for you,” he whispered as his hands found my hips and slipped my panties down my legs. The second they were past my ankles, Matt threw them across the room and was nudging my legs apart. I happily obliged, reaching down to guide his hard cock towards my pussy. I let go when I felt his tip nudging into my hole and we moaned in unison as he pushed into my dripping hole in one slow, fluid motion. Suddenly he was buried in my pussy, not moving for a moment as we both enjoyed the feeling of his cock being in my pussy for the first time. Slowly, with more control than I could ever expect, Matt started to move. I wanted more.

Squirming underneath him, trying to find friction on my clit, I looked up at Matt. “Would you just fuck me, Matt?” I gasped. He slowed his movements even more, grinning.

“Ask nicely,” he demanded. I whimpered in frustration.

“Please. Please, please, please, please fuck me, right now!”

I don't know if it was my begging or if Matt just couldn't tease me any more, but he fucked me. He fucked me hard and fast. His body pressed against mine, my hard nipples pushing into his toned chest. I wrapped my arms around him, gripping his back as he reached between us to finger my clit at the same hard, fast pace he was fucking me with. I panted, gasping, moaning as he pushed into me, my pussy full of his throbbing cock.

Matt's mouth was against my neck, sucking and nipping and, I'm sure, leaving a mark behind. His breath was hot against my skin, his lips wet as I felt him moan against my neck. I raised my legs, wrapping them around his waist, and we both moaned again as his cock penetrated even deeper into my pussy. He continued to ravish my clit, and deep inside my body, I could feel my orgasm building. I panted this information at Matt, who murmured something into my neck that I couldn't hear. It was no matter – in seconds, my body felt like it was on fire as I came, my legs tightening around Matt's waist as my hips bucked uncontrollably. My back arched and I swear, if it had lasted a moment longer, I would have blacked out. It was only when I started to come down, slowly regaining feeling in my toes while a sense of exhausted pleasure waved over me, that I realised Matt was on the tail end of his own orgasm, his hot cum deep inside my spent pussy. I had a fleeting moment where I worried about that fact before it slipped from my mind – mostly because Matt's mouth was against mine, kissing me hard.

We stayed that way for a long moment, just kissing as his cock slowly softened inside of me, his warm body held over mine. When he finally pulled away, I opened my eyes, not realising I had shut them, and watched as he rolled beside me on the bed. I wasn't sure what to do – did he want me to leave? But it was only a momentary concern – Matt looked at me as he pulled a blanket over him and spread his arms. “You're gonna stay all the way over there?” he asked. I moved to him, and he spread the blanket over the two of us before wrapping his arms around me.

“That was great,” I sighed.

“Yeah,” Matt said sleepily. “I've wanted that for awhile.”

“Really?” I never would have guessed that. “Me too.”

I could feel his lips press gently against the top of my head, and a few minutes later, he was snoring lightly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his body next to mine, knowing we would have a lot to figure out the next day, but not caring – for the moment, I could just enjoy where I was, and who I was with.