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.