The rain poured down hard. I was drenched and hated that I had three blocks to the train. It was a crappy end to a terrible week of work. The sudden surge of light behind me and the honk of the horn caused me to jump.
I looked back and saw a hand motion for me to come over. I squinted and made my way to the window that was halfway down.
"Get in, you're going to catch pneumonia," she said.
I looked in and it was Tammy from the office. Jesus. The pushy office manager was here to save me. Well, fuck me I thought. I rolled my eyes. For the three years I had worked there she was always on my ass about something.
"Get in," she said in a tone that said resistance was futile.
I pulled the door on her Camry. She smiled a satisfactory grin. Like saying 'ok, Mr. Wise Ass who needs who now.' We had had our fights, but I was powerless at that moment.
We drove down the road for a minute and the weather report of a storm bearing down for the rest of the night filled the silence. When we came to an intersection, I asked her to make a right so I could get to the train station. She turned left.
"What are you doing? The train is the other way?"
"We aren't going to the train. We are going to my place."
"Why? What?"
"Mike, look as the radio said, it's going to be a night of heavy storms. The train will be delayed, and you are sopping wet. You need to go somewhere warm, change into warm clothes, and just chill. Especially that last part. Mike, you are way too uptight."
"I am not."
She turned her head, tilted it down and gave a gaze with her big eyes that said come on. It was the first time I saw how big and enchanting her eyes were. We drove a few more blocks to her place in silence, while the thunder rumbled on in the distance.
We sprinted to the door, and I huddled next to her as she opened it.
Once we got in, she disappeared and I heard, "strip."
"What?"
She came back with two white towels and said, "get out of those clothes, wrap yourself in a towel. You will take a quick warm shower."
"Uh ok. Do I need it?"
"Do you want to catch a cold."
"Turnaround. This is a peep show."
"Ok, Mr. Sensitive."
I then disrobed, wrapped myself in a towel and followed her to the bathroom where a warm shower awaited.
A few minutes later, as I dried myself off, I heard a knock on the door.
"Your clothes are in the wash. I left a robe and shorts out here for you."
I pulled in the clothes and got dressed. I was not happy.
I walked back into the room.
"Is this supposed to be funny?"
"What? You look nice in the robe."
"Funny. You know what I mean."
I opened the robe and turned around. The short black shorts had slut written across the ass in gold cursive lettering.
"What's the matter?"
I walked towards her and demanded, "I want new shorts!"
She stopped me by putting her right hand on my exposed chest and then stuck the red nail on her pointer finger into my chest.
"No. I want you in those. And tonight you're at my house. So, it's my rules."
I was furious but also kind of aroused. Who did she think she was?
I started to reply but she cut me off and said, "by the way, nice chest. Mike, you know, you have a pretty good body. Shame you hide it behind baggy clothes and acting shy. Some of the women in the office think you're a real hottie."
She turned around and started walking away. I could see a real swivel in her curvy body and firm ass.
I came up behind her. Turned her around and at that moment the lightning crashed and the power went out. We jumped into each other's arms.
"Calm down. Don't be afraid, I am in control," she said in a soothing voice.
Her soft voice and the feel of her body in the darkness were all I focused on. My heart pounded.
"Ok," I said softly.
"Stay here, I am going to light a candle."
"Ok."
A few minutes later I saw a flash of light and heard "BOO!!"
I jumped again.
"THAT is not funny!!" I yelled.
She was laughing but then stopped when she could see I was upset.
"Mike, I am sorry. I always wanted to do that. I won't do it again and I will protect you from anything that goes bump in the night."
"Great, who's going to protect me from you?"
"You don't need protection from me. You're my guest."
"You have a funny way of showing it."
"Oh, calm down. Mike, if I didn't like you I would not have stopped. You know Trent?"
"Yeah."
"He's a real asshole," Tammy said.
"Yeah," I said and nodded in agreement.
"I wouldn't stop for him."
"So, you like me? Oooh."
"Get over yourself, Mike."
We sat in silence and darkness for a few moments.
"So, what are we going to do, Tammy? You are the host."
"Does Mike want to play a game?"
"Sure."
"How about Truth or Dare?"
"No."
"Chicken?"
"No."
"Buck, buck, buwka!!"
"Real mature. It's a stupid game."
"Buck, buck..."
"Fine, I'll play the stupid game Tammy."
"Do you want to go first, Mike?"
"Sure. Truth or dare Tammy?"
"Truth."
"Have you ever stolen office supplies?" As I asked it, I instantly felt lame.
"Yes, but not as many as you. My turn. Truth or dare Mike?"
"Truth."
"Ok. Have you ever thought about me while you pleasure yourself?"
"Uh, uh. I won't answer that Tammy. It's a personal question."
"Oh, you're busted!!"
"What?"
"That's a double dare!"
"What's a double dare? Tammy?"
"Mike, if you refuse to answer as punishment the other person, me, gets to assign you two dares or you're the world's biggest chicken."
"That's crap. I've never heard of that."
"Really? Have you ever played this game before?"
"No."
"Well then how do you know? I think you are just a big chicken," Tammy said and I could feel her smile getting bigger.
I knew she was full of shit, but I thought fuck it.
"It's dark, I don't want to lose you, so take my hand, Mike."
I felt around and grabbed her hand. It felt soft and warm. I got goosebumps.
We walked for a few steps. We were in her bedroom.
"Ok. Put these on Mike."
"What are they?"
As she put them in my hand she said, "First take off my shorts. They are sheer, lace, French cut panties."
"What?"