Chapter 1 - Blah
His pulsing cock was pumping into me as his thighs slapped the back of my legs. I put a hand against the car window to angle as deep as I could and bounce against his balls. His curve hit the right spot each time he slammed into me.
The only thought in my mind: Is this it? Is this all there is?
My boyfriend was grunting, telling me how good I was being. I try to moan and make noises that can coax my pussy into enjoying this as if it's the best I've had.
He pulls out of me suddenly, his dick hitting my thighs, leaving a trail of my juice. "Ahh! Briar, baby, you feel so good!"
"You didn't finish, babe?"
"Nah, we gotta get back to work." He said slapping my ass. "I just wanted to know you would fuck me in a car."
I inwardly sigh, believe it or not, it isn't the first time he's tricked or tested me. He grunts with the effort of getting his hard shaft back in its casing and zips it with a smile.
I turn around, trying to pull my clothes up--feeling high and dry. I guess it doesn't matter if I want to come.
He opens the car door, letting any pedestrians see me in the back seat.
"Wait! Gezus!" I shout at him as I try to cover my lower half.
I didn't see anyone but there were cameras everywhere and security guards roaming in cars.
Laughing, he shuts the door after he gets out. "Sorry!" he says, clearly not bothered in the slightest since he isn't the one being exposed. When he reaches the front door, I hear him open it and soon the warning of a door ajar rings as he rifles the seat for something.
I finish putting my clothes back on. I hate that I'm still wet with nothing nearby to clean. It's not like I had any warning. We were supposed to get food together but he suddenly told me to find a spot in the underground parking lot so we could fuck. 'We've never had sex in a car before' he had whined, 'I AM hungry, just for something else'.
My stomach was gurgling for food since I skipped breakfast but I agreed because I could tell he was about to have a fit. It meant a lot to him so I obliged.
I mean, to give him credit, I did feel guilty that I spent time with my team members. More specifically, two of them, one of which is definitely hitting on me. So really, he wasn't trying to be selfish, he just wanted to know I was still his.
My coworker Scott never tries to force me or anything, but he would have sex with me if I let him. Even though we are both dating someone.
I sigh, trying to muster the energy to get back to the office with a straight face. I'm still fearful that someone--anyone--saw us. It is so risky and I freaking hate it. He gets a thrill out of it. But I guess relationships are give and take. So I quell my anger and put on my business face.
He's already gotten his vape and is staring in the distance smoking with the door still ajar.
"Okay. I'm going back now."
"We still have like 7 minutes."
I roll my eyes.
I leave, trying to kiss him before I go, but he swats me away. "Hold on--I was thinking! Just--like--give me a minute. I'm trying to plan something."
I tilt my head while I give him a look like 'wow' but he doesn't notice as he brings his phone to his mouth, talking to it with a kinder tone. "Make a list. Call back O'Brennan. Get quote--no--wait. First, make a quote. Then call back O'Brennan."
The sound of him slowly figuring out something basic fades in the distance. I can't tell him that I don't think he's the brightest crayon in the box. What drew me to him originally, is his drive in life. He tries hard to better himself.
I walk back, watching for any knowing looks or smirks when I enter the air-conditioned floor of our region.
Back at home, having finished my work late, like usual, I fall face-first onto the couch, defeated.
"How was the office, Briar?" my roommate shouts from the other room.
I groan.
"Hah, that's pretty bad," she said coming out of the room in her underwear. "I could never ... which one looks good?"
"It's just an internship. I need to get my foot in the door if I expect to have a job after graduation," I say into the pillow while I open my phone to check LankedIn.
When she reaches the couch, there are two dresses she's holding up. I put my phone down and struggle to sit up, acting as if I weigh a ton.
"Which one is giving more 'come-hither' and less hoochie? I don't want one that says 'I'm-easy'."
I feel the pebbled peach silk on the first which is only long enough to cover her ass but it has shorts underneath and frilly layers that I know will only exaggerate her peach. The other is knee length but it has slits going up the front and the fabric is see-through at this distance.
After exchanging a look with her, I smile and touch the gems on the peach. "This one is only 'come-hither'."
She pulls it out of my hands, bringing the black one in front as her smile widens. "Perfect."
We both laugh as she pivots, her dark hair swaying as she disappears with a hum into the bedroom.
My roommate has dark beautiful shiny skin and pressed hair and honestly the best body. I'm Latina and that 'Latina' gene usually makes them thick with a small waist--it, like, skipped the hell over me and went to some other Latina who probably got double. Greedy bitch.
I take out my jar of pickles from the fridge to bite into its salty tartness, relieving my hunger only temporarily while I consider what I can make with the least amount of energy.
"I'm going babe," she comes out with a dazzling smile. She's even sexier than I imagined, the black slits that run up the front are wide open against her thick thighs. It should have been knee-high but since her butt is so big it's riding high on her legs and I can see a thong underneath. The top is just a scrunched-up mini top that resembles the milkmaid style. All complete with body sparkles, a few stars on her cheeks, and her usual dazzling smile.
"Hot momma!" I say as I try to swallow the remnants of the dill with my hand as a barrier. "Good luck on your Scussr date!"
Scussr is an app for the girls-only club. I didn't know until I met her, so if you didn't know--now you do.
We kiss each other's cheeks goodbye--the French style which is the air on each side. "Baiiii! Love you!"
I wave heartily before she leaves, locking the door behind her. She's the best. We met when we were signing up for the dorm and the match couldn't have been more perfect.
My phone vibrates over on the couch and I know who it is without looking. My boyfriend. Inwardly I groan, not feeling up to seeing him.
