"Fuck me!"
Holly gripped the sheets tight as she pushed herself against his massive erection. She had been begging him to be rough and he was still being too gentle. She gritted her teeth.
"Seriously Cavan. Go harder!"
Holly grunted and reached her hand down under her body. She ran her hands over her hard nipples and down her firm belly. She didn't linger her fingers against her bare mound. She went straight for her pulsing clit and rubbed hard. She had buried her head in the fluffy pillows and was trying to reach her peak.
"Oh you feel so good baby. Let me cum all over your cute face." Cavan pulled out and stroked his cock. He was standing next to the bed and his chest was covered in a thin layer of sweat. They had been going at it for almost an hour and he was ready to orgasm.
Holly flipped over and held her massive breasts together as she stuck her tongue out. She watched as he jerked twice and then exploded all over her face. She felt his cum land on her cheeks and tongue. She left her mouth open until he was finished then watched as he walked off to the washroom.
Holly tried to calm her breathing. She was exhausted and sore. She saw Cavan turn the light off and then walk back to bed. She grabbed some tissues from the nightstand to clean herself up then lay waiting for him to return.
"You are an amazing fuck. I have a thing for redheads with big breasts. Good night."
Holly smiled and then closed her eyes. At least he had had fun. She knew exactly what was going to happen in the morning. They were going to have sex again at least once in bed, maybe again in the shower and then she would leave and he would never call. It was the same routine. The moment he mentioned her red hair and big breasts she knew there was no use in even trying with him.
***
"So how was your Saturday night? That guy you were with was pretty cute."
Holly glanced up from the newspaper. She hated when one of her coworkers invited themselves in for morning coffee break. Holly wanted time to herself and was not even granted that. She smiled and replied.
"It was good. His name is Cavan."
"Cute name. I was so excited to go out with you and the other lawyers. I had so much fun." Miranda was practically jumping up and down and Holly was not normally a mean person. She held back what she wanted to say.
"It was fun to have you come out with us. After a stressful week it's nice to unwind."
"Yeah."
Holly was about to be sociable and ask her how she was going to spend her Christmas. It was two days before Christmas but almost everyone was going to be working tomorrow. Holly looked at the clock. Her break was over and she was thankful she no longer had to talk to Miranda. Miranda was new and acted like an annoying little yappy dog. She was eager to please all the other lawyers and since Holly was one of the top performing female lawyers, she had attached herself to the older redhead.
"I need to get back to work."
"Right. Thanks for letting me have break with you. I hope you have a productive afternoon." Holly watched as Miranda fluttered her way back to her desk. Holly wanted to slam her door shut but felt that would be rude. Instead, she closed it gently and got back to work.
Holly was a defense lawyer with a very reputable law firm. She had been here ten years and had made a name for herself. She was not a partner and no matter how much progress occurred in the real world, this law firm was still an old boy's club.
Holly looked out at the downtown area and tried to figure out the impression she had made on Miranda at the bar on Saturday. She had gone out with some of the other lawyers and inevitably had attracted the attention of a handsome guy. He saw her as a short red head with big breasts and she reluctantly gave in. The sex was good but as always, she had gone home the next morning.
Miranda was probably in awe of how easy it was for Holly to pick up guys. At thirty-three, she was too old to be having one-night stands. She wanted more but there was no way she was going to get the perfect guy, especially with her work schedule.
Holly got back to work and typed up five pages of information to be used for the case she was working on. It was a tragic case of spousal abuse. She was defending the wife, who had been charged with killing her husband. It clearly could be construed as self defense and that was going to be her whole case. She was going to show the jury that this small defenseless woman had no other means to remove herself from the tragic situation then to stab her husband.
Holly left the office around eight. She worked late almost every night but it didn't matter. She was single and didn't even own a pet. She entered her empty condominium and after getting a bite to eat settled into bed to read her novel.
"I hate my life." Holly spoke those words aloud and then realized how silly she was. Miranda loved Holly's life. She bet if she asked her, she would switch places with her. She had money, power, a great job, and great looks. Holly looked around and wondered what would happen if she had made different choices so many years ago.
She got up and grabbed her high school yearbook. It was displayed on the bookshelf in her room and she flipped to the same page she always did. She smiled down at the picture of Connor Farren. She couldn't look past the picture because if she did she would see what he had written in her yearbook. She closed her book and got back in bed.
***
Holly woke up with a start. She looked around and saw that it was daylight. She blinked and saw that her alarm clock read ten. She had slept in. That had never happened. She rushed out of bed and quickly got dressed. As she slid on her nylons, she rang her office. She was partly relieved when Miranda answered the phone.
"Dale, Brown, and Roberts."
"Miranda it's me Holly. I slept in. I will be there in thirty minutes. Tell John to postpone the meeting until eleven and confirm the court date for the twenty-seventh."
Holly hung up the phone, not even waiting for her to respond. She didn't care. She had answered the phone and thus needed to handle the duties given to her. Holly slid on her black skirt with the silver jacket. She put her red hair in a bun and then grabbed her briefcase.
The drive into work was horrendous and it unfortunately gave her time to think about the dream she had had the night before. She rarely dreamt but this was so vivid. She dreamt that she had met her high school boyfriend, Connor Farren, at a bar. It was a weird dream because instead of Cavan, or whatever his name was; it was Connor whom she had gone home with last Saturday. She had woken up horny and had it not been a workday she would have done some naughty things with some of her sex toys.
Holly stomped into the office and was all business until the court appearance in the afternoon. She had no time to think about anything until five when she and one of the senior partners were the only ones left in the office. She sat down and Connor's face flashed before her eyes. It was strange really.
She logged on to her computer and decided to do something weird. She was hooked up to a few databases and she typed in his name. Three links popped up and she looked at each one. One was detailed including date of birth, address, and marital status. It was not the same person since the birth date was ten years off. The next link was general with only a name and phone number. The third made Holly's heart skip a beat. It was Connor. She looked at the picture that was linked to the account and glanced at the address and birth date. He hadn't changed in fifteen years. She was about to scribble the phone number and address but was startled by John standing in the doorway. He had coughed to announce his arrival.
"You work too much Holly. You know that, right?"
"You're here too."
"Yeah but I'm in a horrible marriage and prefer to be here than at home being nagged to death. You're young. You should be going out meeting guys, having wild sex."
Holly laughed. John was only five years older then she.
"You are silly. I'm done with relationships."
"You can't be serious. You had at least three guys all over you at the bar on Saturday. How you have stayed single is unfathomable."
Holly stood up and leaned against her desk. John was one of the only males in the office whom she trusted. When she first started working there, many of the guys had made passes at her and had expected her to fall at their feet in worship. She had done no such thing. John was different. He was actually loyal to his wife.
"The guy I went home with showed promise until he asked me over breakfast how much I made each year. When I told him that was a rude question he pouted and started talking about how he always wanted a sugar momma."
"You serious?"
"Yep. Guys look at me, see the red hair, petite frame, and big breasts, and assume I'm a sex toy. Or they find out I'm a lawyer and decide I should spend money on them. I'm through with dating. No one was as good as my high school sweetheart."
Holly was blushing now. This was a personal conversation she was having with John but she didn't feel uncomfortable. She was more embarrassed at how she was reacting to talking about Connor.
"I bet you'd love to go back in time and change the decisions you made."
