I had such a bad morning. My sisters were all up in my bathroom and I totally wanted to pull their hair out. I finally got them out by shouting I could see Justin Bieber down the street.
When I finally got to the office, Erin said good morning to me. She is always cheerful and happy and most of the time it's okay because she gives me lots of compliments and stuff but after Ryan told her he wanted to sleep with her and she thought it was a joke, I've been kind of irritated by her stupidity. We've been trying to get her into a threesome for months now. It's the only reason I started talking to her in the first place, and with all the compliments she throws me I kind of thought that she would be into it.
I went back to the annex and Ryan was waiting there, leaning up against my desk in his adorable glasses and sexy suspenders.
"Hi, baby," I smiled at him and walked over to kiss him on the cheek.
"Yeah, whatever," he responded and then stood up, "listen, I think you should tell Erin we want to sleep with her. I realized she thought it was a joke because it came from me. She thinks she would be betraying you. And I also think she's more into girls than boys."
"Good morning to you, too, Ryan," I answered, prepared to enact one of my pouts until I annoyed him to the point of giving me my way.
Ryan stopped and put his hands on shoulders, "Kelly, don't start pouting. We both know you're just going to pretend to be that way until I promise to take you somewhere expensive for dinner so let's just skip the pout and I'll take you and Erin both somewhere expensive tonight and you can ask her to join us afterwards."
I smiled and leaned in to kiss Ryan on the lips. He kissed me back teasingly, biting my lower lip then sliding his tongue into my mouth. I heard someone coming towards my cubical but I didn't care.
"Woooo-ooooaaah—oooaaah, you two!! This isn't a whore-house it's an office," Michael called out as he walked up to us and stuck his face right up to ours.
Ryan pulled away from me and stepped back from Michael, "What do you want?"
"That's what she said!" Michael laughed at his own dumb joke.
I rolled my eyes and waited for him to spit it out. When he needs something for work, the less you interrupt Michael, the better.
Michael backed off under our stony stares, "Ryan, I need you to forge my signature on some paperwork so I can watch a movie and take my afternoon nap."
Ryan shrugged and followed Michael to his office.
I was left alone to sit down at my desk and log onto Facebook. My sisters had posted some angry messages on my wall about Justin Bieber not really being outside of our house and I deleted those. Then I noticed a new message coming in from Erin.
It read:
Kelly, Are you mad at me? I hope you're not mad at me because Ryan just told me he was taking us both to dinner tonight at a really nice restaurant. I can't wait to hang out with you guys!
Erin
I smiled to myself. If she went all day thinking I was mad at her, she'd be more willing to make it up to me after dinner. I ignored the message and went to iTunes to listen to my favorite podcast.
The day went by pretty quickly. I mostly listened to podcasts and watched my favorite movies online. When work was over, I walked by the reception desk and Erin stood up and called out to me, but I just waved at her and smiled and left to get ready for dinner.
Ryan was already in my bedroom when I got home. He knew how to unlock my window from the outside. He must have left work when Michael fell asleep for his nap because he was already dressed and ready to go. He looked really hot and trendy in jeans and an untucked button-up pin-striped cotton shirt.
He didn't say a word when I walked into my room -- just helped me off with my clothes and escorted me into the bathroom where he had run a hot bubble bath for me. He was always doing sweet stuff like this in private, even if he was mean in public.
I stepped into the bath and slid down until I was covered in bubbles up to my shoulders. I leaned back as Ryan poured water over my dark hair. My favorite thing with a bubble bath is Ryan washing my hair and massaging my scalp. He had gotten really good at it lately and didn't even have to take off his clothes anymore. He could do it so gently he wouldn't get a drop on his clothes.
Ryan washed my hair and then my body very gently, running his wet soapy hands over my dark nipples lingeringly. He knew how to tease me enough to get me really excited, but not so I had to tear his clothes of or go insane.
I stepped out of the bathtub and he dried me off slowly and softly. I was so excited about dinner and what we were going to do to Erin that I could barely stand the touch of clothes on my nipples and pussy. I tingled everywhere.
After I dressed, Ryan blow-dried my hair for me and then I put on make up and put my hair up in a French twist. Ryan climbed out of my window and pulled his car up to the front of my parent's house and I walked out to meet him. He opened my door for me and we were off to pick up Erin.
When we got to her apartment, she was standing outside on the sidewalk waiting. It was a little chilly out so she was wrapped in knee-length, wool coat. Ryan got out and opened the back door to help her in.
She sat down and bounced up and down in her seat a little.
"Oh, Kelly, I am so excited. This is going to be really fun. You look amazing!"
I turned around to smile at her and noticed that she looked a lot nicer than she ever did in the office. She was wearing diamond earrings and had her hair curled in waves and falling onto her shoulders. She was also wearing a lot more eye make-up and she looked really sexy.
My smile brightened as Ryan got into the driver's seat and looked back at Erin then at me and faced forward to pull away from the curb with a satisfied grin on his face.
"Kelly, you look really beautiful," I said to her. "Do you think so? I knew we were going somewhere fancy and I didn't want to embarrass you," she answered in her sweet insecure voice.
We started chatting about food and wine and trying to guess where Ryan was going to take us. He just sat there in silence smiling like an idiot.
We finally pulled up to valet station of a five star restaurant attached to the nicest hotel within fifty miles of Scranton. Two valets stepped up immediately to our doors to let Erin and me out of the car and Ryan walked around to hold out an arm to each of us. He escorted us inside and once the door was closed behind us, he pulled away to relieve us of our coats.
When he removed Erin's coat, we both enjoyed quite a view. From the front, I could see the deep low-cut front of her dress. I always thought her breasts were somewhat small from what she wore in the office, but now I could see she had ample breasts for her frame and all of her beautiful milky-white cleavage was visible in that deep blue dress. Ryan paused as he lowered her coat so he could enjoy the view of from the open-backed dress side of things. The dress had virtually no back and you could see all the way down to just above her butt.
We both just stood there in awe for a moment. The perfect lighting inside the restaurant made her pale skin glow and I got a little wetter just staring at her breasts. Ryan adjusted himself before handing her coat to the hostess.
I removed my own coat and we followed the hostess. I motioned that Erin should go first so I could enjoy the beautiful sight of her walking away as much as Ryan did.
We followed her to a quiet corner in the back -- a luxurious half-moon shaped leather booth. The table was generously covered in a long table cloth the hid the view from underneath the table from the sight of everyone.
Erin slid in first and I slid in next to her. Ryan slid in after to me so that I was in the middle. Erin turned to face me and I turned to face her. Ryan ordered for us while we sat smiling at each other. While I knew Erin was watching me, I slowly let my gaze fall to her breasts. I leaned in towards her ear and whispered, "Your breasts look good enough to eat!"
It was a bold move that might have scared her away, but she was not as innocent as she seemed and merely giggled in response.
After the waiter left, Ryan turned in towards me, blocking us from view of the restaurant.
"You both look good enough to eat to me," he said. He was good at ordering while being fully aware of my movements and conversations with others.