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  “Babe, go ahead and get some rest. It’s late. I have to get ready for work anyway.”

  “I’m sorry. I am being so rude.”

  “Absolutely not. I love that I am able to put you to sleep even from my little space across town. I hope you have good dreams, Amber.”

  “I am sure I will. Have a good shift, babe.”

  With that, we hung up the phone. I cleaned up the mess I made on the floor and went to get ready. This was going to be an easy night.

  Chapter Five

  Amber

  I laid back, looking at the ceiling in my small apartment. I can’t believe I just had phone sex with him. I never do that. In fact, I think I may have had phone sex one other time and that was with my boyfriend of over five years. We had just recently broken up and I guess I was really bound up with sexual tension, falling into a phone sex conversation with Lance almost felt natural.

  I know I shouldn’t have done it. I could only hope he didn’t expect that from then on.

  I got out of my bed and walked over to the bathroom where I opened a fresh bottle of body wash. I turned on the shower and reveled at how strong the stream was. It was enough to massage any remaining tension I had out of my body.

  Being in a new relationship was a lot of fun, but for the most part it was also a lot of anxiety. What if he thought I was fast because I told him I wanted to have phone sex? What if he didn’t like how I sounded when I came? What if he has a small dick? All of these questions would never be answered until it was too late.

  I knew enough about Lance though to figure out we were deep enough into the relationship to take the next step. I mean, it was only logical. We had been petting and kissing like teenagers for a few weeks now. Sex was bound to happen sooner rather than later. I was ready to get to that part.

  I let the water drench my hair and body and began to methodically shave every surface below my neck. I wanted to be baby smooth for him tomorrow.

  I got out of the shower and used two of my extra fluffy bath sheets to dry my body and my hair before I went to lay down. I made sure to oil my skin, but it was the last thing I did before my head hit the pillow and I was out for the night.

  “Amber!” Lana stood right in front of me as I tried to make my way out the front door. It was five-oh-one. I was already in the building a full minute longer than I wanted to be.

  “Why are you screaming my name?”

  “Where do you think you are going?” Lana asked, that ridiculous hand on her hip again. A sly smile painted on her Botox ridden face.

  “What? I am going home. My shift is over at five.” I looked at Lana like she had lost her mind. Everyone else had already left, no one really kept to the eight to five schedule, but since I was new, I didn’t want anyone to say that I was trying to steal company time or anything like that.

  “Oh hun, you should check your interoffice mail more often. You are on purge duty this month.”

  My mouth dropped open in surprise. I had only been there a month, how was it already my turn for purge duty? In this office every month someone is assigned to go through all the pending files and get rid of any client information that may be considered clutter or duplicates, get rid of any files that may be closed out due to not qualifying or because the clients found a place somewhere else. It would take hours and I wasn’t even completely sure how to do it correctly because it hadn’t been done since I’ve been here.

  “No way. I already have plans for tonight. Can’t I do it tomorrow?”

  “I’m sorry, are you telling me your personal life is interfering with your professional duties? You know that is grounds for termination, right?”

  Fuck my whole life! I couldn’t stand this bitch.

  “No, fine. I’ll do it. Just give me a second to cancel my plans.” I sighed and walked back over to my desk.

  I picked up the phone and dialed Lance. I knew he would be disappointed. He planned a whole dinner for us and of course, like we planned last night, we were finally going to do the deed. The anticipation was so high, it was really all I could think about. Now I was going to have to call him and let him know that things would need to change.

  “Hey, babe,” he answered with his normal carefree tone. I instantly had a smile on my face. His voice did some strange things to me. “You almost home?”

  “Don’t hate me,” I said as a segue to the bad news I was about to deliver.

  “Ugh, Amber. What happened?” He was disappointed, just like I thought he would be.

  “I swear, my job hates me. Apparently, I was scheduled to purge this month but no one bothered to verbally tell me. Basically, I have to clean shop. It’s just busy work and not what I would like to be doing with my time, but I can’t bail on it. My job has already been threatened once today.” I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to get my anger under control.

  “What? Who the fuck is threatening your job? That’s bullshit. I hate that you have to work in that place.” He let out a frustrated sigh and I could hear the phone creaking in his hand from the force of him squeezing it.

  “I know, babe, but I don’t want to completely cancel our plans. I probably won’t make it out to the restaurant, but how about a night in? Let’s get some greasy Chinese food or pizza and watch Starship Trooper or something,” I said, hoping to salvage the night.

  There was a moment of silence on the line before he spoke again. “Did you just say Starship Trooper?”

  “Yeah. What? You don’t like that movie?” My opinion of him was about to drop down a few pegs if he said ‘no’.

  “Are you kidding me! I have a fucking shrine of Starship Trooper shit. Diz was my crush all through high school.”

  “Really, Diz? Didn’t she come off a little desperate to you? I mean, dude, you see he is in love with the next girl, take a hint.”

  “No, she just knew what she wanted and what the other girl was wasting. Can’t blame her for that. Plus, I got to see her topless.” He laughed out loud at his own joke. His joy was infectious. Before I knew it, we spent the next two hours on the phone talking about old movies and which one was better, and by close to eight, I was breezing through my work.

  “Okay, I’m almost done here. What do you say to meeting at my house at nine-thirty? Is that okay?”

  “That’s perfect. What would you like for dinner? Your wish is my command.”

  “Well, honestly, a nice thin crust pizza and some chocolate cake. I just realized I am starving to death.” I rubbed my belly and tried to calm the rumblings down.

  “You got it, babe. I’ll be there at nine-thirty on the dot with hot food just for you.”

  “I hope you’ll be there with something else too,” I said with a little bit of a flirtatious tone.

  “Hmm, Starship Troopers?”

  “Dumb ass.”

  “See you soon, babe.”

  “Bye.”

  I hung up the phone and rushed around to the final boxes I had to go through. I found paperwork from months before. Apparently, the ones that were supposed to do this in the past didn’t want to do this either. I got rid of everything I knew for sure was supposed to go in the trash and the rest I marked for review. If they had a problem with the fact I wasn’t properly trained on the exact protocol of what was dispensable and what wasn’t, then they would just need to take that up with my trainer, Lana.

  Finally, at around eight-twenty, I was completely finished with everything I had to do. Or at least everything that I was going to do. I rushed out of there and made it back to my apartment in record time. At eight-fifty, I was already in the shower making sure I didn’t need to go over any of my lady bits that decided to sprout a hair or two overnight. Everything was still in good shape. I jumped out of the shower and had my hair done and a nice casual PJ set on by the time nine-thirty rolled around.

  I smelled him before he even knocked on the door. The aroma of pizza immediately had my stomach growling and doing flips in my abdomen. I hadn’t had anything to eat since breakfast
and I was looking forward to a nice hot, crunchy slice.

  I swung the door open and there he stood with his own version of suitable outdoor pajamas on. He had on gray lounge pants with a white crisp t-shirt along with black and white converse. I had to look up to the ceiling in order to keep myself from looking at his imprint. I put my hands out to grab the pie and turned without even giving him another glance.

  “Okay, is something wrong?” he asked as he closed the door and followed behind me.

  “Yes, something is wrong! You’re trying to drive me crazy?”

  He sat down next to me and I could finally turn to look him in the eyes. He was confused and even a bit concerned.

  “Well, I’m not ashamed to say I have no idea what I did wrong.”

  I waved my hand up and down his body, making a show of indicating his clothing. “Are you kidding me? This is how you came outside?” I was doing my very best to keep my laughter in.

  He stood up, his scantily clothed shaft now directly in my line of vision. I smacked a hand over my eyes.

  “What’s wrong with it? I figured for a night in, we should both be comfortable.”

  “Lance, you’re basically naked.” I laughed. I couldn’t hold it back anymore.

  “What?” He asked as he sat back down.

  “Lance, I can see your soldier. Your Johnson. Your love stick. Whatever you want to call it.” I smiled at him.

  “How? There is no hole or anything.”

  Poor man, he really had no idea. I shook my head and turned towards the TV to set up for the movie. “Lance, I give you permission to look on your phone and search the term gray sweatpants season. You are basically wearing lingerie.”

  He squinted his eyes at me and reached in his pocket for his phone. He did a quick search and slowly but surely, I could see his expression begin to change. Then laughter poured from his mouth. I turned to him and he slammed a pillow over his lap.

  “My eyes are up here, woman!” He gestured with his pointer finger to his face. He finally understood.

  We let that laugh carry us through the starting credits of the movie and about two slices of pizza a piece.

  I was totally at ease with him, just what I needed.

  Chapter Six

  Lance

  I’m not sure when we went from arguing about who was hotter, Diz or the corporal under General Rascack, but I do know that before the movie was over, I was already pawing at her. And I was hot from a serious make-out session. We had been here before, and even though both of us came here today with the knowledge that we were finally about to get it on, I didn’t want to press my luck.

  If there was one thing I knew about closing the deal, and I had a lot of experience in this area, was that you always wait for the woman to push in that direction, then move from there. It’s always their decision how far we go.

  She leaned up into my kiss and her upper thigh pressed hard against my erection. It was painful but not enough for me to stop her.

  She dropped back down onto the couch abruptly and blew out a hard breath. “You know, there were promises made.”

  I settled down closer to her core. “I remember. Just making sure you still want that.”

  “My clothes are about to melt off my body. Yes, I want. I need it.”

  Fucking hell. “As you wish.” I bent down and attacked her mouth with a ferocity. I couldn’t kiss this woman enough. When she pulled away to breathe, I let my mouth fall to her neck, where I sucked and licked until she was clawing and pulling at my clothes. I sat up and reached over my head to pull my shirt off and was pleased to see her face fall in surprise. I used to be a professional bodybuilder in the men’s physique category, and even though now my work kept me from competing, there were still aspect of my training I kept up with and that meant I kept in great shape.

  I let my fingers slide to the hem of Amber’s pajama shirt and I tugged it up. I was more than surprised to find that she didn’t have a bra on. The shirt had its own built-in bra, so when it came off, I was greeted with two perky teardrop shaped breasts. I wasn’t prepared.

  I grabbed onto myself and could feel my precum start to wet my pants. I was too excited.

  I used my strength to grab her under her arms and push her up further on the couch. I was a man of my word and I promised I would taste every part of her. I kissed her stomach, her ribs, I pulled the pants off her and kissed her inner thighs, which turned out to be a seriously ticklish spot on her. I trailed my tongue down her toned, freckled legs and when I made it down to her small feet, I massaged them and made sure to kiss the pad of each toe.

  I sat back up and tried to commit the image of this writhing, needy, gorgeous woman to memory. Her dark red hair sprawled around her head and shoulders in a glorious mess, her dark brown eyes pleading with me to hurry up, her fair cheeks a deep shade of pink, and her pert little mouth in an adorable pout. This woman was beyond gorgeous. She was one of a kind.

  The enormity of that thought broke me from my reverence. I shook it off and went back to my work. I made promises and she made requests. I was here to come through on those.

  I dropped my head down to her chest and I licked and played with her sensitive breast. She arched off the couch and tried to rush me. She shuttered and made some of the most glorious sounds I ever heard.

  “Lance, you’re killing me. I am going to cry soon.”

  I looked up to her face and sure enough, her face was getting redder and her eyes shiny with unshed tears.

  “I want you so bad, I can’t take it. I can’t take anymore.” She was begging me to put her out of her sexual misery.

  I picked her up and walked to where I assumed the bedroom was. I had been through quite a few women’s rooms and this one was by far the cleanest room I had ever been in. No shoe boxes, no clothes or towels hanging on the chair, not even any makeup on the tables.

  “Neat freak?” I asked before I laid her down on the bed. Maybe she wanted to move the sheets or something.

  “Hmm? What?” She looked around at the bareness of the room. “Oh no, after I lost my last job, I had to downsize my apartment. I just moved in not too long ago. Most of my crap is still in boxes.” She smiled shyly.

  “I’ll help you unpack later.” I let my hands run down her sides and onto the strings that were holding her panties up and pulled them down. She was soaking wet. I picked up her panties, balled them in my fist, and brought it to my nose. I inhaled deeply. She smelled slightly musky, slightly floral, and all the way Amber.

  “Holy fuck.” She reached up and grabbed me behind my neck to pull me down to her mouth. This time she was the one attacking me. I loved that shit. The passion pouring off this woman was exactly what I am looking for. Exactly what I wanted.

  I pushed her back down on the bed lightly. I had a promise to deliver on. I let myself fall to her core and tookno time seeking out that tight little nub between her already engorged pussy lips. Her back shot off the bed at the very second my warm tongue touched her. I licked and sucked on her. Making sure to use the strength of just the tip of my tongue to flick the bundle of nerves back and forth. Swirling it around in circles. Then using the flat of my tongue to sop up any nectar her little body decided to give me. I was already in a good groove by her second orgasm. Just like training any other muscle in the body, you have to train your tongue for bouts of endurance, and I was well trained. I could stay between her beautiful legs for hours if she wanted me to.

  “Enough, I want to feel you now,” she said as her legs still trembled from the explosion and strenuosity of her orgasms. She was sweating and I could see that she was struggling to stay with me. There was such a thing as too much pleasure and she was already on the brink of tapping out.

  “Are you sure? I can keep going if you . . .”

  “Lance, Fuck me! Now!” She pulled me up and tore at the drawstrings on my pants.

  I growled a bit and helped her take my pants off. She pulled my boxers off and flopped back on the bed.

  �
�You have got to be kidding me!” She slammed her hands to her face.

  I looked at my dick and then back to her. Talk about throwing cold water on my libido.

  “Okay,” I said, trying to get off her. Obviously, she wasn’t impressed with what I had to offer.

  She sat up quickly and poked me in the chest. “Okay, dude, what is wrong with you? I’m serious. Are you crazy, chemically imbalanced, momma’s boy? What is it?”

  “Amber, again, I have no idea what the problem is.”

  “You! This is wrong. You’re awesome to be around and talk to, great taste in movies and food, a gentleman, you eat pussy like it’s a holy meal and your dick is massive! Something has to be wrong with you. There is no way that you don’t have a wife or woman somewhere. It doesn’t make any type of sense.”

  My head inflated about three times its normal size.

  “I swear, I’m not any of the things you said.” I said with a smile on my face.

  “Okay, I got it. I know what it is. Okay, I’m ready, come back.” She put her arms up so that I could fall back down onto her. I reached down into my pants and pulled out a pack of condoms. I opened one and rolled it over my dick. Just the pressure of the latex on my already stretched skin was intense.

  I positioned myself at her entrance and right as I was about to enter her, she turned her head to look at the TV, or at least that is what I thought she was looking at. I pressed in slowly. She wasn’t lying when she said I was massive. I don’t remember the last time anyone could even guess to say I was shorter than ten inches. It was a blessing and a curse to be this endowed. I was hoping Amber thought it was a blessing.

  I pressed in further and began to rock against her. She was so tight and wet. Perfect for me.

  I picked up the pace and she let her eyes close slightly, enjoying the ride. Little did she know, I wasn’t even halfway in. I was just letting her get used to me. After a few minutes of shallow dipping, she picked her head up again and looked at the TV.