The author thanks SlaveGirl70 for inspiring and editing this story.
This story contains straight sex between one man and one woman.
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Kevin was motionless as he stared at the stapler at the back of his desk. The only indication of life was the occasional blink of his eyes and the rhythmic motion of his chest. A framed picture of a young woman in a french-cut bikini was the lone reminder of his former vitality.
The woman was tall, thin and blonde, Her skin was tan and her eyes were blue. She posed on a tropical beach with one leg forward and her hands on its bent knee. An immense cylindrical rock protruding in the background formed a phallus that was substantial enough to assail her formidable beauty.
His phone rang.
He stirred only to lift the picture between his index finger and thumb and drop it in his waste bin.
He was 29. He'd been to college and now he was employed. He was fit and good-looking with a free-spirited style that many women found appealing. Life had been good up until a few hours ago, when he learned that his relationship wasn't as solid as he'd thought.
His phone rang again.
He kicked the waste bin into the farthest corner of his small cubicle.
He thought of the quaint little chapel that he had reserved for their wedding and the exotic cottage on stilts in the shallow waters of Bora Bora for their honeymoon. Yesterday he'd been excited about the future; today he had an engagement ring in his wallet and a bunch of deposits to claw back.
His phone rang yet again.
"If you don't answer that I'm going to use your phone for skeet practice," said Connie from the adjacent cube.
Kevin fished his phone out of his pocket and answered by saying, "Pull," loud enough for Connie to hear.
"Pull yourself, buddy. Are we beating off or shooting?"
"Hey Dave, what's up?"
Dave had been Kevin's wingman since he could remember. He wasn't the sit on your wingtip, cover your every move kind of wingman, he was more of a Han Solo, come whizzing in at that last moment wingman. It had been months since they had spoken, and yet here he was zooming in when he was needed most.
"I hear you finally dumped that nasty bitch."
"Yeah, something like that." Kevin wondered how Dave had heard the news. The breakup had only happened last night and he hadn't mentioned it to anyone.
"That means you can come out to play."
"Sorry, I don't feel like playing right now."
"Oh, you want to sulk alone at home. You know if you don't get right back in the saddle the terrorists win, right? Are you going to let the terrorists win?"
"Fuck you, Dave."
"Is that any way to talk to your best friend?"
"No, it's just that I don't feel like going out."
"Look, she did you a favor. She was a living, breathing terror and she would have been a full-blown terrorist once you got married."
Kevin didn't respond, so Dave knew that victory was imminent.
"Be at Flannery's at 6:30 tonight or the terrorists win."
"Okay, I'll try."
"Try not. Do."
Kevin hung up the phone and wiggled the mouse. His computer screen lit up. It was three in the afternoon and he hadn't logged in yet.
Connie poked her head into his cube. "What's going on?" She was the big beautiful woman that kept everyone in the office on their toes. She wore an oversized blouse with a plunging neckline and tight-fitting pants. The blouse was a print with bright orange flowers on a purple background. Her pants matched the purple in the blouse.
"Janet and I broke up."
"The way you were moping around, I figured something like that had happened. It was kind of sudden though, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, I didn't see it coming."
"I can always make myself available." She smiled at Kevin and leaned forward to expose her ample cleavage in the deep neckline of the blouse. He could see the lace of her black bra and the little jewel that dangled from between the bra's cups.
"Does Herb know you talk to me like this?"
"Herb's not selfish, you know. He lets me have my fun." She tipped her shoulders from side to side, making her boobs bounce as the jewel swung from side to side.
"Yea, I know. You tell me almost every day." Kevin had seen her boobs bounce many times.
"Well, someday maybe you'll see what a good deal you've been missing." She stood up and swung her hips from side to side as she spoke.
"I just don't think I could forgive myself for breaking Herb's heart."
"Don't you worry about Herb. Twenty years of marriage have made his heart as hard as a stone."
Kevin laughed, "Are you sure that's the metaphor you want to go with?"
"You know what I mean."
"I do. Thank you Connie. I can always count on you." Kevin stood up and gave her a hug.
She grabbed his tie and said, "You go out with your friend, understand?"
"I will."
"You promise?"
"I promise."
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Flannery's had been the trendy bar a couple of years ago. Now it was popular without being crowded. It was decorated in the heavy, dark wood of an English pub. The food and drink were good and the atmosphere was lively. Kevin took a seat at the bar and scanned the surrounding faces to make sure he hadn't missed Dave. His eyes unexpectedly landed on a familiar face that he hadn't seen in a long time. "Mary?"
"Hey Kevin. I was hoping I'd see you tonight."
Mary's radiant smile jolted Kevin from his funk. Mary, Dave and Kevin had been inseparable as kids. They played Kick the Can, Dodgeball and Red Rover. They swam in the creek, climbed trees and built forts. In high school they were each other's confidants and steadfast supporters. They shared rides and intimate secrets. It wasn't until college that they began to drift apart. Jobs and significant others had reduced their contact to occasional phone calls and long-planned get togethers.
He asked, "Are you here to meet Dave?"
"Yes. He called this morning and said he had something important to discuss."