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It had been a long time since I had gone to a formal job interview. I brushed up on all the regular interview questions, such as “What is your weakness?” and “Discuss a situation in which you failed.” Luckily, the websites I looked up the questions also included the information on how to answer these questions.
I knew that David said the interview was just a formality, but I didn’t like to take anything for granted. If it seemed like a good company to work for, and Mr. Rogers seemed like he would be a good boss, I intended to take a position if it was offered.
I had a pretty good idea that Mr. Rogers would be a good guy, since David was friends with him. He was a great judge of character.
As far as I could tell, the interview went well. There were no weird or awkward moments. We had a good conversation and it went smoothly. Mr. Rogers asked me a couple of the routine interview questions that I had noticed during my research, but mostly it was just a bull session.
After about an hour, he stood up and shook my hand. “We’ll get back to you in about a week after we take care of some formalities, such as checking your references,” he said. “I’ll think you’ll fit in well here.”
“Thank you. I look forward to hearing from you.”
I was pretty excited. The idea of a change felt pretty good. I had been working for Mr. Conners for a very long time, and frankly, I had noticed that I was caught in a rut. I did the exact same thing day in and day out. Once in a while, something got changed on project specs due to state regulations, but for the most part, it never varied much.
The starting pay wasn’t as good as what I was earning at Mr. Conners’ company, but it wasn’t too bad. I would earn more as time went by, as long as my performance was good. It made sense that a new position wouldn’t pay as well as one where I had worked for more than ten years. Over time, though, I would actually earn more at Mr. Rogers’ firm.
If and when Mr. Rogers made an offer, I would accept it. Then, I would ask Amanda to marry me. I realized that the reason that none of the other relationships worked out was because I was looking for a woman with specific characteristics. Amanda checked off all of the boxes for the traits I wanted in a life partner. Now that I found the perfect woman for me, I wasn’t about to let her go.
However, I decided not to pop the question until I was actually offered the position. I didn’t want any conflicts at all with Mr. Conners.
That evening, Amanda came over. She looked extremely tired.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked her.
“Just tired, is all. I guess the stress from trying to hide our relationship is starting to get to me. I’m terrified that we’ll be spotted if we go anywhere. I can’t even talk to you at work anymore, at least without Dad asking all kinds of crazy questions.”
I sat next to her on the couch and stroked her hair, reveling in the silky strands beneath my fingers. “Would it be easier on you we just stopped seeing each other for now? Not break up permanently. We just wouldn’t see each other every night like we have been.”
“No, that would just stress me out even more. I don’t want to lose you.”
“You wouldn’t lose me permanently. And we could still hang out once in a while. Just not every night.”
“I don’t like that idea,” Amanda sighed. “I look forward to our time together. But I will do whatever you think is best.”
Her sad blue eyes looked like the purest ocean waters, and it broke my heart to see her looking so sad.
I wrapped my arms around her and she laid her head on my shoulder. I told her about the interview and that I thought that I would be offered a position in the next week or so.
“I intend to accept the offer if it comes. The second I get the job, I will talk to your father and tell him that we have fallen in love.” I left out the part about proposing to her right after that. I wanted that to be a surprise.
“That sounds good,” she said.
She snuggled close against me. She yawned, and the next thing I knew, she was breathing evenly and softly snoring.
My arm was starting to go to sleep, but I didn’t have the heart to move. I loved having her sleeping in my arms.
However, there came a point when I had to move. I slowly slid my arm out from behind her. When I regained feeling in my arm, I picked her up and took her into the bedroom. She was a heavy sleeper, and didn’t even twitch when I carried her in and laid her on the bed.
I pulled her shoes off and undressed her. She moaned a couple of times, but didn’t wake up. Poor baby. She must have been exhausted.
After taking my shower, I crawled into bed next to her and wrapped my arms around her. She sighed and nestled in close to me.
“I love you, baby,” she whispered.
“I love you, too,” I said, and kissed the top of her head. She was snoring again before I even moved my lips away.
The next morning, I woke up early. I couldn’t sleep, so I wrote a note to Amanda telling her to have a good day and that I loved her. Then, I headed off to work.
I was headed over to the printer to pick up some drawings I needed to look over when Mr. Conners passed by me. He looked at me a little strangely, like he was trying to figure something out.
To be honest, the look unnerved me a bit. I wasn’t sure what it meant. Had he heard more gossip about Amanda and me and become even more suspicious? Or had Mr. Rogers called him for a reference? Either way, I would have loved to know what was going through his mind at that moment, because it made me a little nervous.
After I went back to my desk, I couldn’t concentrate. I wondered what it would be like to pack up everything and move, with Amanda, to someplace new and just start completely over, just the two of us.
Would Amanda go, I asked myself? She might, because she did go out of state for college. On the other hand, she knew that would be temporary. Once she earned her degree, she moved back home with her parents.
Dejected, I figured she wouldn’t leave her parents for me. I wouldn’t truly know the answer until I asked her.
David was enthusiastic that evening after our workout. He said that his buddy was very impressed with me. The human resources person would be back from vacation the following week. She would call for a reference, because company policy said that every employee hired had to have a reference.
“I’m getting about sick of ‘company policy,’” I exclaimed. “‘Company policy’ is interfering with my life.”
David nodded, sympathetically. “Do you think Mr. Conners would give you a good reference?”
“Yeah. Even if he knew that I was dating Amanda, he would still be honest about my work ethics and the quality of my work.
“That’s good. Even though he and I are golfing buddies, my reference won’t do you a whole lot of good because I don’t work with you. It got you the interview, but only after I told him your qualifications,” David said.
“You’re my walking resume. I guess I’ll have to take you with me to all of my interviews,” I laughed.
Chicken breast and sautéed zucchini was for dinner. When Amanda first saw the zucchini, she wrinkled her nose.
“Don’t you dare wrinkle your nose at my cooking,” I said swatting her on the bottom. “You have to at least try them.”
She sighed. “Fine.”
To her great surprise, she really liked them.
I had other surprises in store for her, as well. I had stopped by the local adult store and purchased a few items for her pleasure.
“Tonight, I want to broaden your horizons, so to speak. I want you to experience new things. I just want you to feel. If you don’t like something, you can tell me, and I will stop what I am doing.”
“Sounds mysterious,” she said. “I love mysteries.”
I put a blindfold over her eyes. Grabbing her wrists, I raised her arms up over her head. “Don’t move them until I tell you that you can,” I said.
Then I started out by lightly touching her entire body. I started at her collarbones, and ran my fingers across her chest, briefly brushing across her nipples. She moaned.
Continuing my exploration of my body, I ran my fingers down to her ankles. Then I massaged her legs all the way back up to her thighs.
One of the items I had bought was flavored. I brought out cherry flavored K-Y jelly. It was the kind that heated up and tingled. I rubbed some on her nipples, and lightly blew on them.
She moaned and squirms at the sensations. Taking my time to savor her, I lapped at each nipple.
Amanda thrust her chest up at me as I licked and sucked the warm gel from her hard buds. She started to reach for me, but I told her that she needed to keep her arms above her head. I just wanted her to feel the heat and enjoy the sensations.
She moaned, but obeyed.
Next, I put a little of the gel on her clit.
She damn near came off the bed. “Thomas. Holy cow. Thomas,” she called out.
“Do you need me to stop?” I asked her, knowing what the answer would be.
“No, please don’t stop.”
With the tip of my tongue, I licked a circle around her clit, careful not to touch the hard bud.
Moaning loud, she thrust her hips up.
“What do you need, my sweet love?” I queried.
“Please lick and suck me,” she begged.
“What specifically would you like me to lick and suck?” I asked her.
“My clit,” she said, thrusting up once more, as though she were showing me the precise location she needed me to attend to.
With a swipe of my entire tongue, I licked her clit, pressing firmly against the hard nub.
“Thomas,” she cried out.”
Once more she started to reach for me.
“Nuh-uh,” I said. “Keep those above your head. I just want you to feel.”
She groaned in frustration and need.
Ducking my head, I continued my work on her clit.
After I lapped it a couple of times, I circled it once again. I knew that the torture was working when she cried out, “Thomas,” and pushed her hips up again.
I poured some of the warm gel at the top of her slit, letting it trickle down along her slit and into her pussy.
Her loud moans told me that the feeling had the intended effect.
I licked from the bottom of her slit to the top, then traced the outside edge of her pussy, careful not to let my tongue slip inside.
She was moaning and wiggling, letting me know that she was feeling the intensity of the internal and external heat created by the gel and by my touch.
A little more of the gel lined two of my fingers and I slid them into her pussy. After a few seconds, once the gel had time to be activated, she cried out again.
I sucked on her clit and flicked it with my tongue. My fingers massaged her inner core, stroking her with smooth movements.
“Thomas. Oh, Lord, Thomas.”
A few seconds moment, her entire body tensed. Her inner muscles began to squeeze my fingers. She was panting as though she were running a marathon.
Amanda screamed out my name, and as her pussy pulsated, wave after wave of cum bathed my fingers.
“I take it you like this stuff?” I asked her, licking my lips.
She nodded.
“Would you like to play?” I asked her, with an evil grin on my face.
She nodded again.
I held the bottle out to her. As she reached for it, I pulled it away and said, “There is a price. Kiss first.”
She leaned up and planted her lips firmly on mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth, exploring it and tasting it.
“There, you have your kiss,” she said, ending the kiss abruptly. “Now gimme,” she demanded, holding out her hands and wiggling them like a child would.
“Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should keep it all for myself. After all, it should be used by a responsible adult.”
“You’re an adult? You didn’t tell me,” she said, with a mock heavy sigh.
I couldn’t answer her back. “Fine,” I said, and handed it over.
She pushed me back on the bed, and went straight for my hard shaft, that stood proudly straight up in the air.
Amanda curled up, upside down to me, so I got a wonderful view of her beautiful ass and very wet pussy.
She squirted some of the gel on my cock. I drew in a sharp breath as the cool temperature of the gel meshed with the heat and tingling sensation that the gel produced.
Her hand grasped the bottom of my rod and slowly moved all the way up and then back down.
I moaned loudly as a million different sensations exploded. She dipped her head, and I watched her pretty mouth take as much of me in as she could.
She twisted her hand around my cock up and down, while sucking hard.
My fingers slid into her wet pussy. Once they were lubricated, I pushed one into her pert ass and two others inside of her wet tunnel.
I pumped her with my fingers as she used the flat of her tongue to lick from the base of my cock all the way to the top. She moved with such excruciating slowness that it created an anguished ache inside of me that was almost torturous.
She licked my entire cock as though it were a delicious lollipop. Finally, I couldn’t take any more.
“Baby. You have to stop. I want to be inside of you.”
“As you wish, my love.”
She poured more of the heated gel on my cock and made sure it was rubbed in. Then, she mounted me like a pro rodeo rider.
“You are so gorgeous,” I breathed. “These are fabulous.” I rubbed her nipples with my thumb.
She ground her hips against mine, pressing hard against me.
It was all I could do to remember to breathe.
Slowly, she moved up and then slammed back down. Once again, she ground against me.
Her breathing changed to short pants as she moved her hips in circles against mine.
I rubbed and pulled on her nipples, and she moaned loudly.
After a few more seconds, she rose and slammed back down on me, and she screamed out my name.
She clenched my cock so tight with her pussy muscles that I was unable to breath for a moment.
Her silken walls pulsated and she exploded with creamy nectar. Seconds later, my shaft throbbed like a million drum beats. The heat built until I could no longer contain it. My cock shot a huge geyser of thick, white cum deep inside of her.
Amanda collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms tightly around her. I couldn’t give up this woman. Not for anything in the world.
