24-12-2018, 11:56 AM
About a week later Allie bopped into Jen's office and fell into a chair. "How's bubble boy these days?" she asked stealing M&Ms from a bowl on Jen's desk.
"He's really good," Jen said brightly. And he WAS good. THEY were good. They were really close, really really close. Their sex life was awesome. They had sex almost every day. And of course they had the excitement of occasionally playing with other people.
Her pussy tingled thinking of Darren and Keri/Jim (she thought of them as one person). But since she had both of them to think about, she didn't feel herself losing control with either. Mike was excited all the time and staying well within good hurt territory. It seemed like they'd found a way to make the game work.
Two Fridays later, Jen's office decided to go to happy hour. As a social butterfly she wanted to go, but only if Mike did too. She called him and he enthusiastically agreed to go.
She doubted he was really that much into going. She knew he didn't feel comfortable around her friends, they were too much the "populars" while he was kinda the geeky shy math guy. Of course, things were changing now because of Sapphire. His geekiness was definitely becoming cool.
Jen's heart sank as they walked into the club. "Fuck," she thought. It was a karaoke club.
She saw Scott looking at her and smiling. "Shit move Scott," she said scowling at him.
"Why Jen? We had so much fun last time," he said acting innocent. He whispered into her ear. "Feel like a Vampire shot?" he said. He put his hand on her ass and squeezed.
She sneered at him and dug her high heel into his ankle. He yelled "ouch" and pulled his hand away, but he was laughing.
Mike arrived and Jen sat next to him. "Sorry about this, I know it's not your thing," she said.
"It's okay, I'm fine," Mike said, but he looked nervous. "I'll get us a drink," he said and went to the bar.
"Look over there, it's Jasmine Kelly," Lenny said. They all turned and saw a gorgeous young blonde sitting a few tables away.
"Who's she?" Jen asked.
"She took over at ESPN when Erin Andrews left," Lenny said. "She's what, 23? Erin's like 35. Erin saw the writing on the wall and bolted for Fox. Funny thing, Jasmine left ESPN too, she's at CNN now."
"Speaking of Erin Andrews, have you seen the video of her, what a body!" Scott gushed.
Jen gave him a WTF look. "A stalker took that video!"
"So what? I'm not supposed to look?" Scott said laughing.
Jen scowled at him. "You could at least feel guilty about it."
"Yeah right," Scott said dismissively with another laugh. He reached under the table and caressed Jen's knee. "I'd take you over Erin any day," he whispered into her ear.
"Fuck you," Jen hissed pushing his hand away.
"Fine with me," he said laughing.
Mike came back with a Cosmo for Jen and a scotch for himself. Jen motioned across the room. "Do you know who that is?" Jen whispered.
Mike looked. "Oh yeah, Jasmine something, she's at ESPN."
"She's at CNN now," Jen said.
"Oh, okay," Mike said.
Everyone began putting their names on the karaoke list. To her surprise, Mike moved to get up. Jen held his arm. "You don't have to do this," she whispered to him.
"I want to," Mike said. He got up and put his name on the list.
Jen sang Love Story by Taylor Swift. It was so beautiful everyone gave her a standing ovation.
Scott got up and did a rousing version of Hot Legs by Rod Stewart. Jen tried to be aloof, but in the end she ended up laughing and clapping with everyone else, and got up with everyone else to give him a standing ovation. She hugged Mike's arm afterwards. "He's an ass, but he can sing," she said almost apologetically.
Through bad luck, the two people ahead of Mike canceled, so he had to go on right after Scott. He got up feeling nervous. "Hey dude what song do ya want?" the DJ said.
"I'm thinking something different," Mike said, and he explained the idea. "Do you think it's stupid?"
"It's your song dude," the DJ said with a shrug.
Mike nervously went to the microphone. He hated being in front of people. But even if he bombed he'd get some participation credit, and all he wanted was to show Jen he wasn't a party pooper.
Jen and everyone else watched, waiting for the music to start. But then, without any music, Mike started reciting the lyrics to Thunder Road. At first Jen and everyone else thought he was singing it a cappella, but then realized he was reciting it like a poem.
People listened politely, and there was scattered applause when he finished.
As he sat down, Jen gave him an encouraging smile. She gave him a hug and kiss.
As the next song started, Mike went to the bar to get more drinks. "Really? A poetry reading?" Scott said derisively, laughing after Mike had gone. Others around the table laughed too, but most held back laughter out of respect for Jen.
"Shut up Scott okay?" Jen said, crossing her arms defensively. She felt kinda embarrassed, and felt guilty for feeling embarrassed.
Seeing Jen's obvious embarrassment only made Scott laugh louder. Coming to the rescue, Allie chided, "Give Mike a break, okay Scott? It was original."
During a break in the karaoke Jasmine Kelly approached their table. She went up to Mike. "I'm Jasmine Kelly of CNN," she said offering her hand to Mike. "You're Mike Andrews right? We had an interview scheduled for next week and your office canceled."
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that," Mike said shaking her hand. He'd seen her countless times on ESPN. She was even more gorgeous in person. He realized he was staring and motioned to Jen. "This is my wife Jen."
Jen and Jasmine looked the other up and down the way girls do.
Jasmine turned back to Mike. "Mike, I just got this gig at CNN and to be honest it's not going too well," she explained with disarming candor. She stepped closer so they almost touched. "It's hard going from sports to real news. You'd be doing me a major favor with an interview."
Mike flushed. Jasmine was so close her ample chest almost touched his arm, and her blue eyes looked so large and beautiful. "I guess so ..." he stammered.
"Thanks!" Jasmine gushed giving Mike a brief hug. "I so owe you one!"
Jen frowned as Jasmine walked away, not liking the way she practically threw herself at Mike. But she was proud the press was so interested in her husband. She gave Mike a hug, and enjoyed seeing the scowl on Scott's face.
The next week Jasmine Kelley and her crew arrived at Mike's office for the interview. Mike had done a few interviews by that point but he still felt nervous. He didn't like being on stage, and with the reporter and cameras bearing down on him he definitely felt like he was on stage.
On the other hand, Jasmine was confident and charming. Seeing him nervous, she chatted and laughed with Mike as her crew set up, to help relax him for the interview.
The interview lasted about15 minutes. Mike came across as modest, self-reflective, trustworthy and brilliant. Jasmine couldn't help liking him.
"Do you have time for coffee?" Jasmine asked. She motioned to her crew. "They'll take a while to pack up."
They went to Starbucks down from his office. Jasmine got a skinny latte and Mike a double expresso. Jasmine crossed her legs as she sat down, and Mike couldn't help stealing a glance at her. She had wonderful legs, long and shapely, and she wore silk stockings with a seam running down the back, and fuck-me pumps. In fact, everything about Jasmine was sexy and beautiful, her long blonde hair, gorgeous face, large bust and slim waist. Mike had to make a conscious effort to avoid staring at her.
Jasmine smiled inside, pretending not to notice Mike checking her out. She was used to men ogling her of course. At least Mike wasn't one of those guys who constantly stared at her breasts or lips (instead of her face) while talking to her.
She found herself drawn to Mike. She liked geeky shy guys, and Mike certainly fit that bill. He wasn't the best looking guy and she could tell he didn't have a "beach body," but he was cute and his modesty and kindness made him borderline adorable. Also, he was brilliant, the youngest ever to make partner in his prestigious Wall Street firm, and on the way to being a kazillionaire. All those things certainly didn't hurt his appeal. She wouldn't mind being on the arm of a guy like him.
They parted after the coffee. Mike didn't make a move on her. It disappointed her, but made her respect him more.
"He's really good," Jen said brightly. And he WAS good. THEY were good. They were really close, really really close. Their sex life was awesome. They had sex almost every day. And of course they had the excitement of occasionally playing with other people.
Her pussy tingled thinking of Darren and Keri/Jim (she thought of them as one person). But since she had both of them to think about, she didn't feel herself losing control with either. Mike was excited all the time and staying well within good hurt territory. It seemed like they'd found a way to make the game work.
Two Fridays later, Jen's office decided to go to happy hour. As a social butterfly she wanted to go, but only if Mike did too. She called him and he enthusiastically agreed to go.
She doubted he was really that much into going. She knew he didn't feel comfortable around her friends, they were too much the "populars" while he was kinda the geeky shy math guy. Of course, things were changing now because of Sapphire. His geekiness was definitely becoming cool.
Jen's heart sank as they walked into the club. "Fuck," she thought. It was a karaoke club.
She saw Scott looking at her and smiling. "Shit move Scott," she said scowling at him.
"Why Jen? We had so much fun last time," he said acting innocent. He whispered into her ear. "Feel like a Vampire shot?" he said. He put his hand on her ass and squeezed.
She sneered at him and dug her high heel into his ankle. He yelled "ouch" and pulled his hand away, but he was laughing.
Mike arrived and Jen sat next to him. "Sorry about this, I know it's not your thing," she said.
"It's okay, I'm fine," Mike said, but he looked nervous. "I'll get us a drink," he said and went to the bar.
"Look over there, it's Jasmine Kelly," Lenny said. They all turned and saw a gorgeous young blonde sitting a few tables away.
"Who's she?" Jen asked.
"She took over at ESPN when Erin Andrews left," Lenny said. "She's what, 23? Erin's like 35. Erin saw the writing on the wall and bolted for Fox. Funny thing, Jasmine left ESPN too, she's at CNN now."
"Speaking of Erin Andrews, have you seen the video of her, what a body!" Scott gushed.
Jen gave him a WTF look. "A stalker took that video!"
"So what? I'm not supposed to look?" Scott said laughing.
Jen scowled at him. "You could at least feel guilty about it."
"Yeah right," Scott said dismissively with another laugh. He reached under the table and caressed Jen's knee. "I'd take you over Erin any day," he whispered into her ear.
"Fuck you," Jen hissed pushing his hand away.
"Fine with me," he said laughing.
Mike came back with a Cosmo for Jen and a scotch for himself. Jen motioned across the room. "Do you know who that is?" Jen whispered.
Mike looked. "Oh yeah, Jasmine something, she's at ESPN."
"She's at CNN now," Jen said.
"Oh, okay," Mike said.
Everyone began putting their names on the karaoke list. To her surprise, Mike moved to get up. Jen held his arm. "You don't have to do this," she whispered to him.
"I want to," Mike said. He got up and put his name on the list.
Jen sang Love Story by Taylor Swift. It was so beautiful everyone gave her a standing ovation.
Scott got up and did a rousing version of Hot Legs by Rod Stewart. Jen tried to be aloof, but in the end she ended up laughing and clapping with everyone else, and got up with everyone else to give him a standing ovation. She hugged Mike's arm afterwards. "He's an ass, but he can sing," she said almost apologetically.
Through bad luck, the two people ahead of Mike canceled, so he had to go on right after Scott. He got up feeling nervous. "Hey dude what song do ya want?" the DJ said.
"I'm thinking something different," Mike said, and he explained the idea. "Do you think it's stupid?"
"It's your song dude," the DJ said with a shrug.
Mike nervously went to the microphone. He hated being in front of people. But even if he bombed he'd get some participation credit, and all he wanted was to show Jen he wasn't a party pooper.
Jen and everyone else watched, waiting for the music to start. But then, without any music, Mike started reciting the lyrics to Thunder Road. At first Jen and everyone else thought he was singing it a cappella, but then realized he was reciting it like a poem.
People listened politely, and there was scattered applause when he finished.
As he sat down, Jen gave him an encouraging smile. She gave him a hug and kiss.
As the next song started, Mike went to the bar to get more drinks. "Really? A poetry reading?" Scott said derisively, laughing after Mike had gone. Others around the table laughed too, but most held back laughter out of respect for Jen.
"Shut up Scott okay?" Jen said, crossing her arms defensively. She felt kinda embarrassed, and felt guilty for feeling embarrassed.
Seeing Jen's obvious embarrassment only made Scott laugh louder. Coming to the rescue, Allie chided, "Give Mike a break, okay Scott? It was original."
During a break in the karaoke Jasmine Kelly approached their table. She went up to Mike. "I'm Jasmine Kelly of CNN," she said offering her hand to Mike. "You're Mike Andrews right? We had an interview scheduled for next week and your office canceled."
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that," Mike said shaking her hand. He'd seen her countless times on ESPN. She was even more gorgeous in person. He realized he was staring and motioned to Jen. "This is my wife Jen."
Jen and Jasmine looked the other up and down the way girls do.
Jasmine turned back to Mike. "Mike, I just got this gig at CNN and to be honest it's not going too well," she explained with disarming candor. She stepped closer so they almost touched. "It's hard going from sports to real news. You'd be doing me a major favor with an interview."
Mike flushed. Jasmine was so close her ample chest almost touched his arm, and her blue eyes looked so large and beautiful. "I guess so ..." he stammered.
"Thanks!" Jasmine gushed giving Mike a brief hug. "I so owe you one!"
Jen frowned as Jasmine walked away, not liking the way she practically threw herself at Mike. But she was proud the press was so interested in her husband. She gave Mike a hug, and enjoyed seeing the scowl on Scott's face.
The next week Jasmine Kelley and her crew arrived at Mike's office for the interview. Mike had done a few interviews by that point but he still felt nervous. He didn't like being on stage, and with the reporter and cameras bearing down on him he definitely felt like he was on stage.
On the other hand, Jasmine was confident and charming. Seeing him nervous, she chatted and laughed with Mike as her crew set up, to help relax him for the interview.
The interview lasted about15 minutes. Mike came across as modest, self-reflective, trustworthy and brilliant. Jasmine couldn't help liking him.
"Do you have time for coffee?" Jasmine asked. She motioned to her crew. "They'll take a while to pack up."
They went to Starbucks down from his office. Jasmine got a skinny latte and Mike a double expresso. Jasmine crossed her legs as she sat down, and Mike couldn't help stealing a glance at her. She had wonderful legs, long and shapely, and she wore silk stockings with a seam running down the back, and fuck-me pumps. In fact, everything about Jasmine was sexy and beautiful, her long blonde hair, gorgeous face, large bust and slim waist. Mike had to make a conscious effort to avoid staring at her.
Jasmine smiled inside, pretending not to notice Mike checking her out. She was used to men ogling her of course. At least Mike wasn't one of those guys who constantly stared at her breasts or lips (instead of her face) while talking to her.
She found herself drawn to Mike. She liked geeky shy guys, and Mike certainly fit that bill. He wasn't the best looking guy and she could tell he didn't have a "beach body," but he was cute and his modesty and kindness made him borderline adorable. Also, he was brilliant, the youngest ever to make partner in his prestigious Wall Street firm, and on the way to being a kazillionaire. All those things certainly didn't hurt his appeal. She wouldn't mind being on the arm of a guy like him.
They parted after the coffee. Mike didn't make a move on her. It disappointed her, but made her respect him more.
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