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“Are the final exams really going to be that much harder?” I asked.
He laughed and shook his head. “No. But I was irritated, so I decided to scare them a little.”
“You are an evil man,” I told him.
“I might be. But I did get a kick out of the look on their faces as they all slid back down into their chairs. I’m pretty sure there will be a lot of people studying this weekend.” He laughed.
I won the next game of pool, and then we sat down for a couple of cheeseburgers.
He looked at me speculatively. “So how are things going with your young love?”
I sighed and leaned back in the chair. I took a swig from the bottle and said, “Well, I seem to have a problem. I believe I’ve fallen in love with her.”
“Why is that a problem?”
“Well, because she is young and she has not been with anyone in the past.”
“So? Maybe she is just one of those smart girls who decided not to rush into anything and wanted to wait for the right person to come along before making an effort and spending all the energy it takes to make a relationship work.”
I thought about what he said, but had to voice one of my fears. “Or what if I’m just the first man who came along who paid her close attention and treated her like the intelligent, beautiful woman she is?”
He shook his head. “You are pitiful, you know that? You’re just like a teenage boy with his first crush. Didn’t you say that she wiggled her butt at you just to get your attention? That means that she felt something for you first. There was something about you that called to her.”
“It was my good looks,” I told him, smugly. “Lots of women try to get my attention.”
“She isn’t ‘lots of women,’ according to you. Besides, I’m sure she’s had a lot of good looking, well-built man trying to get her attention and she didn’t wiggle her butt at them.”
I had to admit that he was right. It’s just all happening so fast. Does love work that way? I guessed it did since I was well on my way to falling in love with her. In reality, to be honest, I already was in love with her.
When I woke up the next morning, she was on my mind. I sent her a text. Good morning, Beautiful.
She must have been sitting with her phone, because she replied immediately. Good morning, sexy man.
If you want to find your way over to my place, I’ll make you breakfast.
Ooh, do you have Capt. Crunch?
No, it will just be us for breakfast. I don’t know any captains, anyway.
Smart butt.
It’s better than being a dumb one.
You have a point. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.
She must’ve been feeling pretty comfortable around me by now, because she showed up in a pair of baggy sweats and a sweatshirt. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. I thought she looked even sexier in that get up than she did in her suit and heels.
She seemed to appreciate my omelet. She scarfed it down pretty quickly. She saw me watching her and smiled.
“What? This is the last good breakfast I’ll get for a while. That captain I mentioned will probably make me breakfast tomorrow before work.”
She jumped up and washed dishes as soon as we were done eating. “You cooked. It’s only fair I do the dishes. That, I know how to do without poisoning anyone.”
She had finished rinsing the last of the dishes and putting them in the dryer rack. Instead of using a towel to dry her hands, she turned around and flicked the water on me.
“You’ve done it now,” I said.
I raised my arms and got into my monster stance, and started chasing her around the table. She always managed to keep the table between us, so I nonchalantly walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.
I heard her go back into the kitchen and then come up behind me. Before I could pounce, she wiped wet hands all over the back of my neck.
“You turkey. I’m going to get you for that.”
I jumped over the back of the couch and tackled her. I straddled her body and started tickling her. She giggled and begged me to stop, but I was relentless with my attack. That is, until she put her arms around my neck, and pulled my mouth down to hers.
When our lips met, all other thoughts in the world disappeared except for Amanda. Her mouth tasted so sweet. The pressure of her mouth against mine caused heat to flow throughout my body. Her tongue probed my mouth, exploring, tasting, and tantalizing me.
Our tongues began dueling in a battle of love and passion. It created a need so great that I could have taken her right there on the floor. However, we would have to initiate the floor in love and sex another time. Today, I just wanted to make love to her.
When I pulled my lips away from hers, I hovered over her for a moment, staring into her eyes. I saw the fire of need blazing brightly in her flashing blue orbs. There was also something a lot more profound than physical need shining in her eyes.
I stood up, pulled her to her feet, and led her into my bedroom.
I put my hands on either side of her face, and gently captured her mouth with mine. She moaned as I gently nibbled her bottom lip. The kiss was so soft at first. She wrapped her arms around my back and pressed against me even tighter. I felt a bulge in my pants grow hard and press against her stomach.
The kiss deepened and became more passionate, as I made love to her mouth. As the heat of passion grew, the dance between her lips became almost frantic as our need for one another consumed us.
I took a step back and rubbed her cheeks with the back of my hands. She closed her eyes and sighed.
I grabbed her hands and lifted her arms in the air. Then I pulled her sweatshirt off of her. Her large breasts were beautifully accented by the black lace bra she wore.
I kissed behind her ear and traced kisses all the way down her jawline to her chin. I gently nibbled on her chin for a brief second before tasting the hollow at the base of her throat.
As much as I loved her bra and how it accented her sexy chest, I wanted to taste those rosy hard buds and feel them beneath my fingers. Even more, I wanted to hear the moans that my touch evoked.
I dipped my head, and sucked one of her hard nipples into my mouth.
She cried out my name. “Thomas! Oh heavens, Thomas.”
I wanted and needed to be inside of her so badly. However, I wanted to take my time and worship her body, as it contained the heart and soul of the woman who had stolen my heart.
My hands slid down to her waist and pushed her sweats and panties down so she could step out of them.
One of my hands slid between her legs, and I found that she was already hot and wet. I slid a couple of fingers inside of her and used them to make love to her. My tongue lapped and twirled around one hard nipple. I gently pinched and rubbed her other nipple between my thumb and finger.
She began to pant, and her knees buckled.
“Thomas, I need you.”
“You have me, love. I’m right here.”
“I need you to make love to me. I need to feel your body pressed against mine. I need to feel you inside of me. Please,” she breathed out.
I led her over to the bed and pushed her gently against it. She laid down, looking up at me, waiting expectantly.
I slowly pulled my T-shirt up over my head, knowing that she loved the look of my chest. Then I pushed my shorts and boxers down. My hard cock sprang out from the confining fabric.
Her eyes grew large and she licked her lips. I moved closer to the bed and she rolled onto her side. She grabbed the base of my cock and licked the glistening drops from the tip. This time, it was my knees that buckled as I watched my hard shaft start to disappear into her beautiful mouth.
Her velvety tongue wrapped around my cock as her lips and hands gently massaged the length of it. Fire blazed in her eyes as she looked up at me while she made love to me with her mouth.
I couldn’t take any more. I backed away from her a bit, and gently pushed her back onto the bed.
Straddling her, I leaned over and licked her lips. Her mouth parted, and my tongue plunged in, dancing with hers.
Then, I sat up. I put my hands on her shoulders, letting my fingers trail down over her beautiful breasts, grazing her hard nipples, and down to her thighs. She began to tremble.
“I love looking at you. I could look at you forever. I love the way your body feels beneath my fingers,” I told her softly.
“My entire body becomes that blazing inferno every time I see you. I love how it feels having your body pressed to mine.” Then beneath her breath, to where I could barely hear her, she said, “I love you.”
An orchestra of a thousand instruments played in my heart, mind, and soul.
I had planned on touching and tasting her a lot more, but the need to be inside of her was overwhelming. If I didn’t become one with her, my entire being would implode with need.
I placed the head of my hard cock at the entrance of her heated wet tunnel.
“Oh, Thomas. Lord, please.”
I buried myself deeply inside of her with one swift move. She screamed out my name, which added words to the music playing in my soul. I had to stay still for a moment inside of her or I would have surely exploded.
Her silken walls were wrapped so tightly around me. In my entire life, I had never felt anything so rapturous. The quick pants that came from between her lips and the rapid rise and fall of her chest told me that she was feeling incredible as well.
I leaned over her so that our chests were touching. Slowly, I began to move my hips, massaging the inside of her pussy with slow steady strokes.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and moved her hips to keep time with mine. Her legs tightened and pulled me in deep. Her pussy clenched even tighter and began to pulsate. Her fingers dug into my back and once more she cried out my name.
“Thomas. My sweet man. My sexy man, Thomas.”
As I felt the rushing waves of a river of lava course over my cock my heart beat even faster. The words on her sweet lips were music to my ears.
After a few minutes, her legs loosened. Once again, I began to slowly make love to her. I pressed my hips against hers and began to move my hips in circles. She lifted her hips, giving me even more access to her heated inner core. Once again, she began to pant harder. A loud moan filled the air, and once again her pussy grips my cock tightly she exploded.
“That’s it, my beautiful woman. Come on me. I want to know that I make you feel good. I want to know that I make you feel like the gorgeous woman you are. My gorgeous woman.”
Her breathing calmed a bit. I lifted myself off of her, and pulled my cock out slowly.
“No. What are you doing? I need you. I need to feel you inside of me,” she said almost frantically.
I chuckled a little bit and said “Patience, my love.”
I kneeled between her legs and spread her legs wide. Once again, I placed the head of my cock against the entrance of her pussy. Instead of pushing it in, I traced the outer folds of her heated wetness with the tip.
She moaned loudly, letting me know that it felt so good. Then I moved the tip up to her clit.
“Thomas. Please.”
I knew the fires were building in her body, and I loved knowing that I could make her feel so good. I slowly circled her clit with the tip of my cock. I wanted nothing more than to slide deep inside of her, but I wasn’t ready for this to end yet.
She panted more and heavier as I lightly tapped her clit with my cock. Then I began to rub her hard nub in circles.
I slid three fingers into her pussy and spread them, stretching her silky walls as I continued to tantalize her sensitive bud. She lifted her hips and pressed herself against my hand. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in her ecstasy.
“Thomas.” She rolled her hips against my fingers, and moaned loudly. “Lord, I can’t. Thomas, oh Lord, I can’t.” Another searing explosion of hot lava followed her words.
When she regained her breath, I sheathed my cock hard and deep inside of her with one swift move. She screamed my name. It was the sweetest sound I had ever heard.
I pulled almost all the way out, and plunged hard back into her depths.
“Yes. Yes. Hard. Deep,” she breathed.
I continued to embed myself deep and hard into her. She cried out as I rocked the both of us.
She screamed out my name as her pussy gripped my cock tightly. As her orgasm erupted, my cock began to throb. The heat built into a raging firestorm and exploded sending a huge load of hot liquid fire deep inside of her.
I leaned over her, bracing myself on my elbows so I wouldn’t crush her. I kissed her gently and smiled. “You are pretty amazing. Do you know that?”
She smiled back. “You aren’t so bad yourself.”
Later on, after we had hungrily consumed the grilled cheese sandwiches I made for us, we settled on the couch.
She looked over at me as though she wanted to ask a question but was too afraid to ask.
“What’s on your mind?”
She was quiet for a moment as though she were searching for the right words.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?”
“To be honest, I don’t think I had ever believed that love really existed.”
When I saw her face fall, I hurriedly added, “That is, until I met you. I don’t know how you did it, but somehow you convinced me that not only does love exist, but love at first sight exists. The concept of soulmates exists.”
I studied her face for a minute, and I could see in her eyes what she wanted to hear. I meant it when I said, “I love you, Amanda.”
A single tear ran down her face she smiled up at me. It was as though the sun had come out from behind the clouds. “I love you, Thomas.”
We hung out the rest of the afternoon, playing a couple games and just talking. We had a great time. I was really disappointed to see that it was time for her to go home. We both had to get ready to go to work the next morning.
That night as I lay alone in my bed, my arms ached for her. I wondered if we would ever be able to have a normal relationship. I didn’t want to have to hide my love for Amanda. Hiding my love made it feel as though it were less than pristine. I wanted the world to know that Amanda was my true love, in my heart and soul.
Making love to Thomas was amazing. The physical feelings were so intense, I thought that I was going to die from them. The French call the orgasm La Petite Morte, or The Little Death. I understood why.
However the spiritual connection was so much more intense. I felt as though we truly were one person. There was no beginning or end to either of us. It was more than just sex. I now understood why they called it making love. The connection between the two bodies expressed feelings for which there were no words possible.
I had been completely afraid to tell him how I felt. I was afraid he would tell me that it was too soon or that I was too young or inexperienced to understand love––true love.
His words told me what I had hoped his body was showing me earlier.
Unfortunately, our love created a whole new set of problems. I couldn’t be with Thomas and work at Dad’s company. I didn’t want Thomas to lose his job. We couldn’t hide our love forever. I would fight everything on heaven and earth for this man. I couldn’t walk away from him.
Hanging out this afternoon and playing cards was just as intimate as being in bed. I would never have guessed that in a million years.
Kara, my best friend, called me on the way home. She told me she hadn’t seen me in a long time, and wanted to know if she could come by that evening just to hang out for a couple of hours. I told her that was a great idea. She could help me figure out what to do about Thomas.
She arrived with a bottle of wine about ten minutes after I did. We settled in the living room and started talking about what was going on in our lives.
It appeared that Kara had just broken up with her boyfriend, Matt. He was a landscaper and have been having an affair with one of his customers. When she found out about it and confronted him, Matt told her that it was her fault. He said that she was so busy with work and college that she never had time for him. He told her that he had needs, and what was he supposed to do?
“So, what advice did you give him about what he should do?” I asked her.
“I told him that he should’ve come to me so we could talk about it. I said he should have kept his pecker in his pants until he did talk to me about it. Then, I calmly explained where he could go and how he should get there.”
“What did he say to that?”
“Oh, you know. He said he was sorry and promised it would never happen again. He told me that he loved me and since it was my fault, I should give him another chance. I told him I was not a Yahtzee game and there was no chance and that he should just leave. He then informed me that I would miss him and beg him to come back.”
I raised my eyebrows at her, waiting for her to finish her story.
“At that point, I asked him if he needed help finding the door and needed help exiting out the door. He assured me he was quite capable. Then he slammed it like an angry teenager.”
“Weren’t you thinking about breaking up with him anyway?”
“I was. He was so blasted immature. I just hadn’t found the time to do it yet. He was right about that. I have been super busy with the school and work.” She laughed.
“Aren’t you close to graduating?” I asked.
She nodded. “I have one more year, and then I can start my dissertation.”
“Have you decided on your topic?”
She nodded again. “I’m going to study the local vegetation, especially in the marshy areas, and determine which would be good for food and medicinal purposes.”
“That sounds pretty awesome.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty excited.”
She took a couple sips of wine and then asked, “How is it going working for your old man?”
I took a deep breath. She sensed a story, and raised her eyebrows. She took another sip of wine and scooted around in the chair, like a cat that’s settling in.
I told her about how Dad had assigned Thomas to be my mentor.
“I don’t know what it was. I had never felt anything like it. But as soon as I saw him, and stood near him, I knew deep in my soul that we were meant to be together.”
Kara made a loud choking sound. “You are the last person the world that I thought I would ever hear words like that from. You’re the most cynical person I have ever met in my life.”
I shrugged my shoulders. I had to admit that she was right. I had always had made fun of those who believed in love at first sight. Kara had always warned me that someday, fate was going to make me eat my words.
I told her how he made me feel and how I felt sleeping in his arms. I also told her that I had told him today that I was in love with him.
She put her hand over her chest and acted like she was having a heart attack. I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at her. Then, I continued with my story.
“At first, he had a problem with our age difference. He is fifteen years older than I am.”
“So, what is the problem with that?”
“I didn’t have a problem with it. Apparently, he has found a way to get over it as well. But that’s not the biggest issue.”
Once again, she raised her eyebrows at me, silently urging me to continue.
“Dad has a very strict no-fraternization policy at work. If Dad finds out that Thomas and I are in love, we will both lose our jobs. I don’t want that to happen to Thomas. He’s been there for more than ten years, and Dad told me last night that he thinks of Thomas as his right-hand man.”
Kara nodded. “I can see where that would be a problem. So, why don’t you just find a job at a different company? With your skills, you should be able to get a job anywhere.”
“That’s what I was thinking. I’ll probably start looking around for a new position tomorrow.”
“Don’t you think that this is something you should talk about with Thomas?”
I nodded. “I will. I don’t want to have to hide my love for Thomas. Plus, Dad isn’t stupid. He’ll figure it out sooner or later.”
“They always do,” she agreed.
We hung out for a couple of hours. Then, since both of us had to get up early, she left.
She hugged me and told me she was glad that I found love. “I know you guys will find a way to make it work. I hear wedding bells.” She left my apartment laughing.
As I shut the door behind her, my thoughts were on her last words. Wedding bells? The idea sounded appealing even though we had just met. I guessed that love didn’t care about time. Love makes its own time.
After I showered, I checked my phone to see if there were any messages from him. My heart soared when I saw what he had to say: I love you. Sweet dreams. I returned the message.
Although I am not normally an early riser, I found it difficult to sleep without him. I figured I might as well head into work. Thomas wasn’t there when I got there, although a text message came through about the same time I turned on my computer.
Good morning, my love.
I replied, Good morning. Love you.
I started working on a project that had been assigned to me the day before. About mid-morning, I came across a problem that I couldn’t figure out. I sent Thomas an email asking him if he could come help me with it. A few minutes later he came over and asked how he could help me.
I couldn’t stop the broad smile that spread across my face. He must’ve read my mind, because he simply rolled his eyes at me and waited. Obviously, I couldn’t tell him exactly how I wanted him to help me. At least, not in front of other people.
I explained to him with the work issue was. He pulled up a chair and sat next to me so he could guide me through the issue. His chair was close enough to mine that our legs touched.
It seemed as though I had no self-control. Or at least, I had no control over my hand, because all by itself it started rubbing Thomas’s leg.
“I need you to stop that, or I will never be able to get up.”
“It seems to me that you already are up,” I replied smartly.
My only response was a growl. For the sake of his sanity and our jobs, I told my hand to behave and it obeyed.
It took a while for me to figure out how to deal with the work issue, but he was very patient and explained everything; one of the many reasons I loved him.
Once it got it straightened out and he went back to his desk, Ann, one of the other engineers, sat down in the chair that Thomas had just vacated.
“I think I might need some help, too, so he can come sit by me. That is one sexy man.”
“If you need help, you should definitely ask him. Thomas is an excellent teacher.”
“He is an excellent teacher, with one hell of a sexy body.”
I hoped that I made an appropriate “ewww” face. “He’s almost old enough to be my father.”
She laughed. “At least he would know what he was doing, unlike a lot of the young boys who are just out to make sure that they are satisfied and don’t care about the woman’s happiness. He would know how to take the time and please his woman.”
I just looked at her and said, “I can’t believe you just said that about a coworker to another coworker.
Ann blushed and walked back to her on desk. I was afraid that I had just made an enemy.
I hope I hid the way I feel about him. If people knew, that would be dangerous for Thomas. Her comments suggested that she believed my ‘yuck’ face and my words about him being too old.
Thomas went to the gym after work with his friend, David. Kara and I met at the park where we liked to walk the trails. I told her what happened that day.
“It sounds like you made it seem like it was all business. The way you describe how the woman was talking suggested that she didn’t suspect anything.”
“I don’t know what to do. Maybe I should break up with him so he won’t lose his job.”
“Or you can talk to him about the situation and decide together what to do. You might decide that you want to work at a different company, or he might decide that he wants a change. He’s been there a long time, and has a lot of experience that other companies would kill for. There are several options.”
I had to admit that she was right. The funny thing was that I wasn’t usually the one to have knee-jerk reactions. Yet here I was, doing it. Emotions really did cloud a person’s thinking. I had to stop that.
Thomas got to my apartment that night just after I finished showering. The first thing he did was go to the refrigerator to see what he could make for dinner. I was certain that he was about to have a heart attack when he saw all the contents of my refrigerator and cupboards.
He turned around clutching his chest in mock horror. “How in the world do you survive?”
I listed off the names of the restaurants on my street. “They feed me quite well.”
“I see that I’m going to have to teach you how to cook. But for tonight, we’ll get some Chinese delivered.”
After we ate, I said, “We need to talk.”
He looked at me with a worried expression. Then, I explained to him what happened after he left my desk today.
“I may have to just stop asking you for help. I don’t know if she made the comments because she thought she was just being cute, or if she suspected something.”
“Honey, it is my job and my responsibility to help you if you need it. If you need something, I expect you to come to me and ask me.”
“But I love you, and I don’t want you to get fired. I don’t want you to lose your job because of me. Maybe we should stop seeing each other, at least until I can find a job somewhere else.”
Thomas just looked at me with a strange expression on his face and I honestly couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“I don’t want to lose you, and it would only be for a little bit of time. I finished at the top of my class, so it won’t be hard for me to find another job,” I continued.
A slow grin spread across his face. “You are sweet to worry about me. I thought about the issue as well. I don’t like having to keep my love for you a secret. But let’s think about it for a little bit longer, and we’ll figure out something together. But know this: I love you, and I would never consider giving you up. Especially not for a job. You’re more important to me than that. You are a part of me now.”
He leaned over and kissed me gently. At first, I barely felt the soft butterfly wings of his lips. Then, as his tongue moved across my mouth, I moaned at the sensation.
I ran my fingers through his glorious hair. I loved how his thick silk felt.
The kiss deepened, and my fingers ached to touch more than just his hair. I broke the kiss and pulled his shirt off. I pushed him back on the couch, leaned over him, and kissed the area behind his ear. I traced kisses down his jawline. Gently, I bit his chin, then licked the area where I bit.
I trailed kisses down his throat. My fingers spread across his chest, glorying in the feel of his hard muscles.
He began to breathe hard as I stopped to lick and suck on each of his nipples. The taste and feel of Thomas made my pussy wet for him. But he had given me so much pleasure that I wanted to return the favor. Besides, these sensations for me were just as amazing as when he touched me. He had a tiny trail of hair that dipped down into his pants. I had to follow that trail.
I heard a sharp intake of breath as I unfastened his pants.
“I love touching you. I love tasting you. I love exploring you. You’re magnificent,” I told him breathlessly.
Each second that I touched him, the heat raged through my body like an out-of-control inferno. Simply looking at him and stroking him made my entire body tingle, and I was sure that I could have an orgasm without him even grazing me with his fingers or mouth.
It wasn’t just that he had the body of an ancient Roman gladiator, and that he was so incredibly handsome. He touched my soul, and he was mine.
He lifted up his hips so I could pull his pants and boxers all the way off. I held his thick cock in my hands. I traced the veins with my fingertips.
I cuddled his balls with one of my hands squeezing them ever so gently. He moaned loudly.
“Amanda, you’re going to kill me. You feel so good touching me.”
I leaned over and blew on the tip of his cock. Tiny droplets of glistening dew appeared at the tip of his rigid shaft. Looking up at him, I watched his facial expressions when I used my entire tongue to lap them. He tasted so sweet.
He moaned loudly, letting me know that he enjoyed my touch. I licked him from the base of his cock to the very tip, marveling at the texture his veins created. Before him, I had always imagined it was simply a smooth rod.
I closed my eyes and felt how these ridges had touched and massaged every part of me.
I opened my mouth wide and consumed the massive apple head. Still massaging his balls with one hand, I curled the other hand at the base of his shaft. I traced the ridge of the delicious apple.
Thomas moaned and called out my name. To hear him pant my name out caused another wave of heat and wetness to flood my body.
As I move my head down, devouring him, a tortured groan escaped from his lips. I used my mouth to make love to him just as he had made love to my pussy. Then, I lifted my head and swirled the tip of his cock with my tongue.
My hand moved up and down from the base back to the tip. I gently nibbled on the head, then licked where I had nibbled. As he moaned a guttural sound that came from deep inside of him, I sucked the end of his shaft.
Suddenly, he pushed me back and jumped off the couch. He twirled me around so that I was facing the couch, and bent me over so that my hands were bracing myself against the cushions.
He stood behind me and pulled my sweats down to my ankles. He placed the large apple, that I have been sucking on seconds before, at the entrance of my wet pussy. With one swift movement he plunged deep inside of me.
“Thomas. Lord, yes.”
He gripped my hips tightly as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back inside of me, hard and deep. I cried out as the lightning and thunder met in the center of my body and caused a huge storm of heat and electricity to explode inside of me.
He continued to thrust hard and fast, embedding himself deep into my core. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My entire body began to convulse as wave after wave of hot juices cascaded over his shaft. One more hard thrust, and he began to throb. An immense force of heat pumped into me.
After we could both breathe, we showered and snuggled into bed together. My last thought as I fell asleep was that I could never imagine life without Thomas.
