04-09-2026, 12:20 PM
“Well, I’m glad to know you haven’t been a nun.” “Not quite,” and she grinned.
She picked up her Cappuccino and sipped. I did too and because as usual mine was mostly foam, I had a milk mustache when I put it down. Before I could move she leaned forward and ran her finger along my upper lip, collected the foam, popped the foam and her finger in her mouth, and licked it off.
I just stared at her and wondered if I’d be able to get up and return to my office in less than a couple of hours without starting all kinds of rumors.
“You shouldn’t do things like that.”
“I didn’t want that delicious foam to go to waste.”
“You don’t know me after six years? Not that I have anything against going slow.”
“I know the office Bill, Mr. Maitland, the Ice Man. I’d like to know the other you.”
“That works for me. The next couple of weeks are going to be hectic, anyway. Dallas has me lined up for media interviews all week and I’m actually going out of town for a couple of days. And next week won’t be too much better. He says we have to strike while the iron is hot, that we may never have this much media exposure again. So...”
“So why today?”
“I just wanted to let you know I’d like to see you when time permits. My life has been a roller coaster the last seven months. I don’t know from one day to the next what’s going to happen, but I don’t want to lose the chance...to ...get to know you away from the office.”
“Take another deep drink,” she said, pointing to my Cappuccino.
I had no idea why, but I did. When she used her finger again to stroke the foam from my lip and work the finger in and out of her mouth with sucking sounds and a few sighs of enjoyment, I had to fight to avoid making a mess in my pants.
She took the finger she’d been sucking like a professional porn actress and rubbed it against my lip.
“We’re going to take it slow, but I just wanted to let you know it will be worth your while when we do get to know each other.”
‘I never had any doubt,” I said as I looked around and tried to think of the dullest book I’d ever read to make it possible for me to get up from the table and walk her back to her desk.
“That was nice,” he said, laughing. “Only nice?”
“On a scale of 1 to 10 in niceness, that was a 200,” he said, catching her lips with his and she let their tongues tangle for a minute. Then, as he was sliding out of her, she let herself fall to his side and rested there comfortably. They hadn’t been together that long, but already he felt comfortable and - safe. That was the only way to describe it. She felt like she’d known him a lot longer than the brief period since that first day at UNF.
He wasn’t Doug. Hell, she wondered if Doug had even been human. She sometimes thought looking back that he must have been half Satyr. He could go and go and go. She had sometimes thought he would literally fuck her out of her mind. But Clint Abbott was...
She kissed the side of his jaw and he glanced over at her with a small smile. He’d never have been able to read her mind but, while he wasn’t Doug, he was a nice guy with a really, good, hard cock and he knew how to use it. He wasn’t superman, but he was a good, hard man. Like the song said, they were hard to find, and harder to hold onto.
“Have I told you lately how glad I am I bumped into you that day?” she asked, licking his face and ending up tangling tongues again.
“Likewise, Debbie Bascomb.”
He ran a hand down to her breast, hefted it in his and let the flesh run through his fingers, squeezing the nipple as it filled and milking a groan out of her.
“You ready for another round? Keep that up and I will be.”
He reached down and pulled his limp, wet cock up, then let it fall against his stomach.
“Hell no, you’ll have to call in reinforcements.”
She gave him a glance without thinking and he just shook his head and kissed her.
“I was teasing, Deb, teasing. Someday you’re going to have to stop being so sensitive about it, The day will come when you and Doug and Bill will be old news, old gossip, and no one will care anymore. The Scarlet ‘A’ will fade.”
She buried her face against his chest. Her emotions were all over the place. Bill’s near death experience had stirred up memories and feelings that had been strangers to her for years. It hadn’t made her fall back in love with him. There was still too much anger there. And seeing him flirting with that miserable cow at the Starbucks had left her pissed for the rest of the day.
But it had reminded her of why she’d loved him in the first place.
More than anything else, she felt sorrow. Sorrow that they’d both changed so much, lost what they had had long ago.
She wondered if she’d ever have that again. Clint was...Clint was a friend, a good guy, a man she admired and liked, but there was no fiery, burning love. Not what she’d had with Bill in college and after. She had never for a second felt for Clint what she’d felt in Bill’s bed in that shabby apartment the first night they’d made love.
Lying there naked, her skin against his, caressing the cast of his mangled right hand, she’d felt like someone who’d been blind from birth and suddenly could see. After months of being friends, of spending hours and hours with him, he had suddenly become a stranger.
She had looked over at his familiar face, the half-smile on his lips, and felt an emotion she could only guess at. It felt like what she’d known as love, but it was different. And it was only when he opened his eyes and smiled at her, and she felt a fear she’d never experienced before, that she realized for the first time what real love felt like.
She had never really cared about guys before. They came and they went. New ones would always come along and the bittersweet pain of crushes was enjoyable, coming and going. But this was. she realized this boy could hurt her.
Hurt her more than she’d ever been hurt before.
Her first impulse was to roll out of the bed and get away from him, get the hell out of there and find two or three or more guys to screw. To screw and suck and screw again until she forgot all about this night.
But when he reached for her, she went to him.
Clint brought her back to the present by rolling away from her and sitting up on the side of the bed.
“I need a beer. You’ve dehydrated me, woman. You want some wine, or a beer?”
“Wine will do.”
When he came back he handed her a glass of white wine and sat down naked and cross-legged on the bed.
“You going to spend the night?”
“I should probably go home. I have some things I need to do to get ready for Monday. Kelly is at my mom’s and BJ is with friends, as usual, but I should go
“I know. I’m just a piece of meat to you. You use me and then want to spend the night in your own bed. It’s so degrading.”
She picked up her Cappuccino and sipped. I did too and because as usual mine was mostly foam, I had a milk mustache when I put it down. Before I could move she leaned forward and ran her finger along my upper lip, collected the foam, popped the foam and her finger in her mouth, and licked it off.
I just stared at her and wondered if I’d be able to get up and return to my office in less than a couple of hours without starting all kinds of rumors.
“You shouldn’t do things like that.”
“I didn’t want that delicious foam to go to waste.”
“Don’t be offended, but I’m not going to be able to stand up anytime soon.” “I’d be disappointed if you could.”
Then:
“I know we’re just flirting here but, Bill, I just wanted you to know up front, this is just playing. I’m not a wham bam kind of girl. I like to know guys before...anything happens.”“You don’t know me after six years? Not that I have anything against going slow.”
“I know the office Bill, Mr. Maitland, the Ice Man. I’d like to know the other you.”
“That works for me. The next couple of weeks are going to be hectic, anyway. Dallas has me lined up for media interviews all week and I’m actually going out of town for a couple of days. And next week won’t be too much better. He says we have to strike while the iron is hot, that we may never have this much media exposure again. So...”
“So why today?”
“I just wanted to let you know I’d like to see you when time permits. My life has been a roller coaster the last seven months. I don’t know from one day to the next what’s going to happen, but I don’t want to lose the chance...to ...get to know you away from the office.”
“Take another deep drink,” she said, pointing to my Cappuccino.
I had no idea why, but I did. When she used her finger again to stroke the foam from my lip and work the finger in and out of her mouth with sucking sounds and a few sighs of enjoyment, I had to fight to avoid making a mess in my pants.
She took the finger she’d been sucking like a professional porn actress and rubbed it against my lip.
“We’re going to take it slow, but I just wanted to let you know it will be worth your while when we do get to know each other.”
‘I never had any doubt,” I said as I looked around and tried to think of the dullest book I’d ever read to make it possible for me to get up from the table and walk her back to her desk.
OCTOBER 1, 2005 -- 11:55 P.M.
“oooohhhhhhh...” she said, letting out a long shuddering breath. She lay against him, her breasts flattening against his chest, feeling his hard maleness beginning to soften.“That was nice,” he said, laughing. “Only nice?”
“On a scale of 1 to 10 in niceness, that was a 200,” he said, catching her lips with his and she let their tongues tangle for a minute. Then, as he was sliding out of her, she let herself fall to his side and rested there comfortably. They hadn’t been together that long, but already he felt comfortable and - safe. That was the only way to describe it. She felt like she’d known him a lot longer than the brief period since that first day at UNF.
He wasn’t Doug. Hell, she wondered if Doug had even been human. She sometimes thought looking back that he must have been half Satyr. He could go and go and go. She had sometimes thought he would literally fuck her out of her mind. But Clint Abbott was...
She kissed the side of his jaw and he glanced over at her with a small smile. He’d never have been able to read her mind but, while he wasn’t Doug, he was a nice guy with a really, good, hard cock and he knew how to use it. He wasn’t superman, but he was a good, hard man. Like the song said, they were hard to find, and harder to hold onto.
“Have I told you lately how glad I am I bumped into you that day?” she asked, licking his face and ending up tangling tongues again.
“Likewise, Debbie Bascomb.”
He ran a hand down to her breast, hefted it in his and let the flesh run through his fingers, squeezing the nipple as it filled and milking a groan out of her.
“You ready for another round? Keep that up and I will be.”
He reached down and pulled his limp, wet cock up, then let it fall against his stomach.
“Hell no, you’ll have to call in reinforcements.”
She gave him a glance without thinking and he just shook his head and kissed her.
“I was teasing, Deb, teasing. Someday you’re going to have to stop being so sensitive about it, The day will come when you and Doug and Bill will be old news, old gossip, and no one will care anymore. The Scarlet ‘A’ will fade.”
She buried her face against his chest. Her emotions were all over the place. Bill’s near death experience had stirred up memories and feelings that had been strangers to her for years. It hadn’t made her fall back in love with him. There was still too much anger there. And seeing him flirting with that miserable cow at the Starbucks had left her pissed for the rest of the day.
But it had reminded her of why she’d loved him in the first place.
More than anything else, she felt sorrow. Sorrow that they’d both changed so much, lost what they had had long ago.
She wondered if she’d ever have that again. Clint was...Clint was a friend, a good guy, a man she admired and liked, but there was no fiery, burning love. Not what she’d had with Bill in college and after. She had never for a second felt for Clint what she’d felt in Bill’s bed in that shabby apartment the first night they’d made love.
Lying there naked, her skin against his, caressing the cast of his mangled right hand, she’d felt like someone who’d been blind from birth and suddenly could see. After months of being friends, of spending hours and hours with him, he had suddenly become a stranger.
She had looked over at his familiar face, the half-smile on his lips, and felt an emotion she could only guess at. It felt like what she’d known as love, but it was different. And it was only when he opened his eyes and smiled at her, and she felt a fear she’d never experienced before, that she realized for the first time what real love felt like.
She had never really cared about guys before. They came and they went. New ones would always come along and the bittersweet pain of crushes was enjoyable, coming and going. But this was. she realized this boy could hurt her.
Hurt her more than she’d ever been hurt before.
Her first impulse was to roll out of the bed and get away from him, get the hell out of there and find two or three or more guys to screw. To screw and suck and screw again until she forgot all about this night.
But when he reached for her, she went to him.
Clint brought her back to the present by rolling away from her and sitting up on the side of the bed.
“I need a beer. You’ve dehydrated me, woman. You want some wine, or a beer?”
“Wine will do.”
When he came back he handed her a glass of white wine and sat down naked and cross-legged on the bed.
“You going to spend the night?”
“I should probably go home. I have some things I need to do to get ready for Monday. Kelly is at my mom’s and BJ is with friends, as usual, but I should go
home.”
He sighed theatrically.“I know. I’m just a piece of meat to you. You use me and then want to spend the night in your own bed. It’s so degrading.”
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