Monday morning was business as usual. Kay came in in one of her business suits that didn't do much for her tight little figure. And she didn't mention anything that had happened just a couple of days earlier.

Of course, I didn't expect her to walk in and say "So, that was a great BJ I gave you, right?"

But I thought there might be something. A wink or playful allusion. Or maybe just a little bit of flirting. But there was nothing.

My feelings weren't hurt. I'd had all weekend to think about what had happened and I didn't think it would lead anywhere. But I couldn't prevent myself from wanting more. She'd unveiled a side of her I never expected to exist. Sure, I'd fantasized about her. But I expected her to be somewhat prim and proper. I'd never imagined such an ability to arouse and tease. Or to be so dirty.

It made me curious about her. And not just sexually. I had been impressed by her intelligence and wit all summer. And now I just wanted to know more about what made her tick.

The workday passed like any other. Before long we were absorbed in our project. Work was enough of a distraction to keep me from thinking about her too much. But as people started to leave for the evening and the two of us were the only ones left, once again I found myself thinking about her.

"Why don't we get out of here and get some dinner?" I said.

"Sure," she responded. "I'm at a stopping point. I'd love to go home and eat."

I paused.

"Um... I meant together," I said.

"Oh," she said.

We were both quiet for a minute.

"Look, it's not that I don't like you..." she started.

"Just not like that," I interrupted.

"It's not that," she said quickly. "I'm just not in a place in life where I'm interested in a relationship. Certainly not with someone at work."

"It's just dinner," I said. "That's all I was asking."

"And you're not hoping it goes somewhere else?" Kay asked. "Be honest."

I didn't speak for a minute.

"You're right," I said. "I am. But it's not like you'll be working here for long."

"I know," she answered. "But I'm still just not into dating. It's not you. It's just not something I want. I'm young. I'm in school. I don't want the extra obligation. I just want my freedom."

"I understand," I said, dejectedly.

"Don't take it like that," she said.

"It's OK," I said.

"You seem sad," she said.

"Just a little bit," I answered. "No big deal."

She came over and put her hand on my thigh. Then she reached for the top button on her suit coat.

"How about another blow job?"

I pushed her hand away.

"No," I said. "That's not what I was going for."

"I know," she said. "But still..."

She slid her hand back up my leg. I pushed it away a second time.

"It's OK," I said.

"OK," she said. And then added, "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

I dreaded Tuesday. I thought it would be awkward. Fortunately, Kay wasn't going to let that happen.

"Let's get dinner after work today," she suggested. "I was being stupid yesterday for no reason."

I quickly agreed.

I thought the day might drag, but it actually moved quickly. We were slammed with work and concerned with our deadline. We stayed at work late again. And after that, the two of us went to dinner. She insisted on splitting the check.

It was nice. We didn't flirt. But all the awkwardness between us had dissipated. We ended up working late and getting dinner together every night that week.

The next week was the end of Kay's internship. Again, we worked late for the first four days and got dinner together every night.

On Friday, we gave our presentation to management and everyone was impressed. Not just with me; they were also impressed by Kay's contribution. Especially for an intern.

After she was finished the big boss suggested she take the rest of the day off since it was her last day. She had an exit interview with human resources and signed some forms. Then she swung back by my desk to say goodbye.

"You're out of here?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said.

"I guess we won't be getting our last dinner tonight."

"It seems silly to break with tradition on my last day, " she said. "But, my friend is throwing a party tonight. And I can't skip it."

"No, I understand," I said, truthfully. "Go out and have fun with your friends."

"I thought I'd invite you to come with me," she said.

"A college party?" I asked skeptically.

"There will be college people there," she said. "But there will be some people in their twenties. You should come."

"OK," I agreed. "Can I pick you up somewhere after work? I need to go home and change."

She took a look at me in my charcoal suit, white shirt, and skinny tie.

"Don't," she said. "You'll be totally overdressed. But you look sharp. I like it."

She decided to go run some errands and swing back by at the end of the day to meet me.

At the end of the day, I found her waiting out front.

"Do you mind driving?" she asked. "We just need to swing by my place so I can change."

She was wearing one of her more form-fitting outfits. She had on a tight gray skirt and matching jacket with a thin, silky red blouse with a deep-V neckline. She looked great and I told her so. But she still insisted on changing.

She gave me directions to her house. She was renting a little place with a friend. There were a couple of cars in the driveway when we pulled in.

"Just a warning," she said seriously as I parked. "My life is... well, maybe not what you'd expect from work. It's a little different. I usually try to keep the work world and the rest of my life very separate. But I think you're cool. It just might be... different than you'd expect."

I had no idea what to think. Was I about to enter into some weird alternative lifestyle? But I wasn't turning back. I already knew from our sexual encounter that Kay wasn't what I expected. And I was curious enough to find out more.

It didn't take long.

I followed her up the front steps and onto the porch. I could hear loud music playing inside. It sounded like Massive Attack or some other trip-hop band. She swung the door open and I immediately heard a high-pitched squealing and moaning.

"Oh fuck, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me!" a woman cried out.

"Oh shit!" Kay cried out.

Bent over the couch was a voluptuous blonde. Her head was down and her big titties were bouncing wildly. Behind her was a muscular guy covered in tattoos standing completely naked and pounding his dick into her doggie style. They didn't even notice us for a moment. He just kept burying his cock in her. He had a look of intense concentration on his face until he looked up and saw us watching.

"Oh!" he shouted and jumped back.

He rushed to cover his massive hard-on. Then the girl looked up and made a shocked sound, too.

"Kay!" she shouted.

She stood up and tried to cover her big tits. She found a blanket on the side of a nearby chair and wrapped it around herself.

"Sorry to interrupt," Kay said.

"No. It's your fault," the girl said. "You haven't been home this early in weeks. We didn't know you'd be here."

The guy picked up some jeans off the floor and pulled them up quickly.

"Well, this is awkward," Kay said. Then she introduced me to her roommate, Lacy, and her boyfriend.

"And it's about to get more awkward," she said. "I'm going to leave the three of you alone while I go change quickly for the party."

It was definitely awkward as hell. We made small talk. I learned that they were going to the party, too.

Despite the strangeness of the situation, I couldn't help but be a little aroused. I hadn't walked in on other people fucking since college. And even then it had usually only been for a brief few seconds. And everyone was usually drunk. I hadn't been standing stone-cold sober watching a woman get nailed for close to a minute.

And now I was sitting in a room with her. Her curvy body was still mostly exposed - her tits only half-covered by the blanket. As the conversation stalled, all I could think about was the pounding she was taking from her man. She oozed raw sensuality. I could feel myself getting aroused the longer we sat there.

Fortunately, Kay came back out. And instantly, I forgot all about her roommate.

She still had on the low cut, silky red blouse. But her conservative, professional skirt had been replaced by a tight, black leather mini-skirt. Instead of nude stocking, she was now wearing black with tall black heels. And she had on a white cardigan and white pearls that seemed to give the whole outfit a good-girl-gone-bad feel. Her long dark hair was styled up. She was fucking gorgeous.

"Shall we go?" she asked.

I nodded and wasted no time getting out of the chair. I followed her out the front door and we closed it behind us. She spun around and looked at me.

"Sorry about my roommate," she said. "They can be crazy and obnoxious. All they do is fight and fuck."

I assured her it wasn't a problem.

"What do you think?" she asked. "Still think I shouldn't have changed?"

"You look great," I said.

She smiled. Then she surprised me by leaning close and pressing her lips firmly against mine.

"I'm glad you came," she said. "I promise it won't be too painful. We're going to have fun."

We stopped off for dinner and I felt like every man in the room was looking at her. She was the hottest woman in the restaurant. It wasn't even close.

We went from dinner to the party. It was at another small rental home. When we went in there was music playing. Something slow and sexy with a dance beat. And the air was thick with pot smoke. I was probably the oldest person in the room and definitely the only one in a suit. Though a few stylish hipsters had on ties and vests.

Most of the people appeared to be college-aged. Maybe a few were in grad school. Hardly anyone looked to be older than twenty-five. Everyone seemed stylish and cool. Most of them were attractive. It had the feel of the type of intellectual gathering only seen in movies.

We grabbed glasses of wine and made the rounds talking to people. Kay introduced me to people. In most cases, I instantly forgot their names. I got to meet Lacy and her boyfriend again - this time with their clothes on. Some of the women were incredibly attractive, though none could take my attention away from Kay. We continued to drink and circle and talk. A few people were dancing drunkenly. But mostly it was low key. People were just gathered in groups and chatting.

After a few hours and at least four drinks each, Kay and I ended up outback on a cozy back porch that had been enclosed and converted to a sunroom. It was lit by candles. The same music was playing outside. There were seven or eight of us sitting around talking. Kay's friend Mona - the girl throwing the party - was with us. She was a stunning natural redhead with a bit of a goth look. She wore lots of eyeliner, had pale skin, and was dressed in a little silky black dress that buttoned up the front and barely came past her ass. She also had on fishnets and school girl shoes.

And then there was Johnny. Kay was seated on the center of a couch with me on the left and Johnny on the right. And he was sitting very close. The two of them kept laughing and whispering to one another. It was obvious they were close. He was wearing a skinny tie and tight pants and had shaggy hair and the looks of a model. I couldn't help feeling jealous the more they talked. And the alcohol wasn't doing much to help.

I tried to focus on other people in the room and join conversations and keep calm. But my eyes kept going back to the two of them. As midnight passed and the crowd thinned out, Johnny announced he felt like dancing. He jumped up and pulled Kay with them. While I watched from the couch, the two of them started dancing slowly to the seductive beat. He wasn't shy. His hands slid all over her body before finally resting with a tight grip on her ass. And Kay was smiling as it happened.

They danced for two songs. I tried to be cool about it. But I felt rotten. I kept talking to Mona and a young blond girl who had stayed out on the porch.

When Kay came back to the couch, Johnny stayed up to dance. He pulled both of the other women up to join him. I leaned closer to Kay.

"This is getting a little weird," I said. "And I've had a lot to drink. Maybe I should just take off."

She responded by snuggling up close to me. She ran her hand along my thigh and put her lips to my ear.

"Don't go," she whispered.

"I don't know..." I started to say.

"Stay," she commanded. "My pussy is yours tonight."

It took me a second to realize what she'd said. I immediately sat back and relaxed.

She leaned across my body and planted her lips on mine. I reached around and gripped her ass the way Johnny just had. I looked to see if he noticed while Kay slid her tongue into my mouth. But he was distracted with the other women.

Kay stood up, swung a leg over mine, and straddled me. She put a hand on either side of my face and we started making out. She started rocking back and forth--grinding her pussy into my crotch.

"I can feel you getting hard," she whispered. "I wanna suck it again."

"Is that all you want?" I asked.

"I promise that's not all you're getting tonight," she said.

I smiled.

"Well then let's get out of here," I said.

"Why's that?" she asked.

Kay slid off my lap and dropped to her knees on the floor. I was stunned. For a second I thought she was just teasing. But then she went for my zipper.

My head was spinning. I couldn't decide if I should stop her or just let things happen. Nobody in the room had noticed us yet, but it wouldn't take long for them to glance our way.

Before I could decide anything, Kay had my slacks unzipped and she was fishing around inside for my quickly growing cock.

She wrapped her hand around my dick and pulled it out.

"Looks like it's a little shy," she said, looking at my half-erection. "Maybe I can help out."

She took my prick in her hand and started circling the head with her tongue. I glanced up and saw that everyone in the room was now looking in our direction.

But Kay didn't seem to notice. If she did, she certainly didn't care. Or maybe she liked it.

She took more of my cock between her lips. It was almost fully erect.

A few feet away, Johnny was no longer paying attention to Mona or the blond woman. They didn't seem to care. They just kept dancing with each other. But Johnny watched Kay suck on my pipe. And he started rubbing himself through his trousers.

I was a little disturbed by what was happening, but I wasn't about to stop Kay. She tugged at the base of my cock and continued working her tongue around the head.

My eyes darted from Kay's lips to the crowd of people in the room. Johnny had an obvious hard-on. He was trying to keep his hands off, but every few seconds he'd go back to rubbing it. It was almost involuntary.

The dancing had become more sensual between the two women. The blonde was wearing a sleeveless, navy cotton dress with a zipper up the front. It was so short that only a college girl would dare to wear it. And Mona's hands were up underneath the dress and on the blonde's ass. Blondie had a hand on one of Mona's huge tits. As I watched, the blonde kissed Mona. Their tongues twisted together.

Kay continued polishing my bone. But I could barely focus. Mona noticed Johnny fondling himself through his pants.

"You OK there?" she asked. "You jealous? Need some lips on that?"

Johnny shook his head.

"That's not all I want," he replied.

Johnny stepped toward Kay. He dropped to his knees, grabbed her hips, and started rubbing crotch against her ass.

She took her lips off my cock and looked back.

"Mmmm," she said. "I like that."

"I'd bet you'd like it in you," he said.

She winked at him.

"You read my mind," she said.

She turned back to me. I didn't know what to think. I was jealous, surprised, and turned on at the same time. She put the tip of her tongue at the base of my cock and licked up to the tip.

"I love your cock," she said to me.

She slipped her lips back over the tip and twisted her head back and forth. Her tongue teased and caressed the head.

Johnny unfastened his belt and pants. He dropped them around his thighs. He wasn't wearing underwear.

I couldn't help but compare his cock to my own. It was long and slender. Definitely above average, but I had him beat.

The two girls sat down on the other sofa. Mona leaned back and the blonde straddled her. She started opening the buttons on Mona's dress.

Johnny put a hand beneath Kay's skirt. I could tell he'd put a finger in her pussy when she moaned--despite having her mouth filled with my cock.

"You're wet and ready," he said.

Kay just moaned again with my cock still down her throat.

He worked her tight skirt up enough to expose the bare skin above her stockings and silky red garter straps holding them up. He got up close behind her. Then he buried his cock.

Again, I felt jealous. But I wasn't about to stop anything that was happening. I probably couldn't have stopped it even if I tried.

He started fucking her slowly. She pulled her lips off my cock again.

"Oh, YES," she panted. She wrapped her hand around my wet pole and gave it a few strokes, then put her lips back over it.

On the other couch, Mona's dress was half open. Blondie had pulled down the lacy cups of Mona's bra - exposing two creamy, luscious titties. She flicked at a hard pink nipple with her tongue. Mona had pulled down the zipper on Blondie's dress and was rubbing her tits through her thin, flimsy, blue satin bra.

Johnny started fucking Kay harder. She pulled her mouth away from my cock again and started stroking it, but she was obviously distracted. She alternated between kissing the head and turning back to encourage Johnny to fuck her harder.

Mona started whining loudly on the other couch. I looked over and saw the blonde had a hand under Mona's dress. She was finger-fucking her. She went faster and faster as Mona neared orgasm. When she got there she cried out loudly. Her body shook. I was entranced by her big titties vibrating.

"Thank you," Mona said to her friend. "That was so good. What do you want?"

"I want to be fucked," the blonde responded.

"Roll over," Mona instructed.

The blonde shook her head.

"I want COCK," she said emphatically.

She looked in my direction.

"How about it, Suit?" she asked.

I still didn't know her name. And she obviously didn't know mine either.

"You wanna fuck?" she asked me.

I glanced down at Kay. She still had a hand on my shaft, but it wasn't moving. She was moaning loudly. I knew Johnny was about to get her off. She smiled at me and just nodded.

I took it as encouragement.

Blondie got off the couch and walked over to me. She was tall and lean with small breasts and sharp features. Her blonde hair was pale and came to her shoulders.

She stood in front of me and I ran a hand up her long, muscular legs. I went under her dress and rubbed her ass through her thin, silky panties.

With my other hand, I pulled the zipper on her dress down to her navel. Her little bra clasped in the front. I unsnapped it and her perky little tits sprung free. She wrapped an arm around my head and pulled my face to her nipple. I sucked the pink nub until it was rock hard.

I reached to take off my tie. She placed her hand over mine.

"No," she said. "Fuck me with your suit on."

"What are you going to wear?" I asked.

She pushed her dress off her shoulders and it fell in a pile around her spiked heels. She tossed her bra next to me on the couch. I put my hand on her hips and pushed her little blue panties down enough for gravity to take over. She stepped out of them and stood in front of me wearing nothing but her heels. Her pussy was completely shaved and glistening with dampness.

"Satisfied?" she asked.

I nodded.

"When's the last time you had that cock inside an eighteen year old's pussy?"

I'd been out of college for just over eight years. It had been at least that long. Probably longer. But I didn't bother answering. I wrapped my legs around her thighs and pulled her forward. She straddled me on her knees. I sat up so she could wrap those long legs around my back. And then she sat down on my aching cock.

Kay was still fully dressed with her skirt pushed up. She had her hands and knees on the floor. She smiled at me and closed her eyes. Johnny plowed his cock into her as the blond teenager started sliding her cunt up and down my shaft.

Mona just leaned back on the other couch. She fondled her own tits and pussy and watched everyone fuck.

Kay started bucking her hips and groaning loudly. She pushed her hips back to take every inch of Johnny's cock. His forehead was dripping sweat as he gave it to her faster. She moaned softly and started to quiver.

"Yes," she said. "Yes."

I watched her cum from fucking Johnny. Immediately, I was jealous again.

I gripped Blondie's tight ass and stood up with her on my cock. And then I dumped her on her back on the couch with me on top. I lifted her legs on my shoulders, gripped her thighs, and started jerking her on my cock. The room was filled with the sound of our flesh slapping as I pounded into her. She twisted and played with her own nipples. Quickly, I brought her right to the edge. And then she went over. She cried out loudly.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she kept crying while she came.

I looked on the floor to see Kay's reaction, but she was no longer down there. Mona was looking up at me. Her big titties swung wildly while Johnny fucked her like a dog.

Now Kay was on the couch taking it all in.

She didn't touch herself at all. She just relaxed and watched.

"You need some more?" I asked her.

Blondie quickly wrapped her arms around my neck.

"You're not going anywhere," she said. "We're not finished."

Kay flashed a wicked smile.

"Later," she mouthed without making a sound.

"Fuck me hard," the blonde pleaded beneath me.

I slammed into her tight little cunt. She took her legs off my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist. She locked her ankles.

"Fuck me," she kept begging.

I drove harder as Johnny brought Mona to orgasm on the floor.

Johnny pulled his cock out and started jerking it as he watched me fuck the blonde.

Kay got on the floor and kissed Mona. Then she wrapped her hands around Johnny's cock and started stroking it for him. He grunted and moaned. And then he popped. His jizz splashed onto the carpet.

"Make me cum," Blondie pleaded beneath me. "I'm so close."

I found another gear and drove into her with all I had. I felt her pussy start to clinch a second time. And then she erupted.

I pulled out and gave my cock a few firm tugs. I was dying to spray my load all over her. But Mona came over and pulled me away. She took me to the other couch and I sat next to Kay.

"I need a drink," I heard Johnny say as he zipped up and stumbled out of the room.

Blondie - still wearing her heels - came over and dropped to her knees in front of Kay. Her head quickly disappeared under Kay's skirt.

Mona dropped down in front of me. She coaxed me to the edge of the couch. And then she squeezed her big tits together on either side of my wet cock. She started bouncing them up and down. The sensation was incredible.

Sitting next to me, Kay was starting to squirm. The blonde was eating her pussy while I titty-fucked Mona.

It didn't take long for either of us. I wanted to enjoy the sensation, but all the sights and sounds were too much. I felt a tingle in my knees. And then my cock spasms and my cum splashed all over Mona's breasts.

Kay grabbed my hand and squeezed tightly as I came. And then she was cumming, too. The two of us leaned back to catch our breath.

"Let's get out of here," she whispered in my ear.

We were both fully dressed, so it didn't take long to get away. Mona and Blondie were making out again. Johnny came back in with a bottle of whiskey in hand. I had a feeling their night was just getting started.