(Author's note: If you haven't read "Frank & Cheryl 01" you might want to just to know the background on this new couple. Physical descriptions: Frank is a divorced 35 year old, 5'-11" tall, 185 pounds and fit; brown crew cut hair, clean shaven, brown eyes. Cheryl is a never married 32 year old, 5'-01" tall, 110 pounds and very small framed. A-cup close-to-but-not-quite- B-cup chest with highly sensitive nipples. Dirty blond hair that she keeps cut short. They are both into fitness, so Cheryl's body, while petite, is curved and firm.)
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As Frank settled in at his desk to get his work day started, his thoughts were wandering across the past three weeks he'd been enjoying with his new lady friend, Cheryl. He often thought of her as his girlfriend, but he wasn't 100% sure the term applied. He put his coffee cup down on the coaster one of his clients had given him, and got situated at his desk. His computer was asleep but a quick move of the mouse brought it to life. He clicked on the appropriate icon and his browser of choice opened, with all the windows/tabs necessary for his usual work day. The company he worked for was in the midst of setting up leadership training for several government contractors and, as the training coordinator, it was his job to arrange the people who would deliver the training and verify the locations, dates and times. He'd pass that information off to the travel coordinator and then he'd work with the various trainers to make sure they had the most up to date materials.
Frank's caught himself distracted from his work several times that morning as he sipped his coffee and tried to focus on work. His thoughts were full of memories of the times he'd spent with Cheryl in the past three weeks. Having run into her at the grocery store, Frank had remembered her as the girlfriend of a friend of his that he'd since fallen out of touch with. She remembered him as well and they'd had dinner that same evening. Following dinner they'd gone back to her place and the uninhibited energetic sexual encounter that followed had blown Frank's mind. Cheryl had treated him to some of the best sex he'd ever had and when he called her for a follow up date she had seemed equally eager to see him again.
For that three weeks, Frank realized with a smile, they'd seen each other every second or third day, every date ending with them either at her apartment or his house, naked (or mostly so) and attacking each other. Of course, he remembered, there was that one time that they'd taken a late evening walk on the local golf course, which was closed at the time. The weather was beautiful and Frank was shocked when Cheryl started shedding her clothes as they walked in the dark holding hands. He joined her program without hesitation and they'd enjoyed quite a passionate encounter on the 18th green. It was that kind of brazenness that Frank had never experienced in a woman before and Cheryl seemed to have it in abundance.
The work morning passed in what seemed like a slow fashion, but Frank knew it was just because he and Cheryl had made plans for lunch. She was supposed to meet him at his office and they were going to go to a pub that was just around the corner. He glanced at the clock on the computer screen and saw that it wasn't quite eleven; Cheryl was due to meet him at twelve.
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Cheryl's morning passed in a blur. She knew it was a mix of how busy she was at work combined with how excited she was about her lunch date with Frank. She was good at her job as a program manager for a government contractor, and attacked it with high motivation. She brought energy and creative problem solving to the job and challenged her team to keep up with her. Most people underestimated her, probably due to her petite stature. She'd found that was true as she grew up and in the various jobs she'd held. But she never let it slow her down and the end result was that most of her coworkers ended up with a high regard for her work ethic and professional capabilities.
She was having a hard time focusing this particular morning though. For the past three weeks she'd been dating Frank and while she wasn't quite ready to call him her boyfriend yet, she was honest with herself and admitted she'd like to. They seemed a perfect fit, not only physically - and those memories brought a smile to her face - but also in their personalities, goals, values... hell, even politics, although that had been a very carefully approached conversation.
She was all too aware that many of her previous male friends, and perspective life partners, had been put off by her aggressive and open outlook toward sex. Once again, probably due to her size, many of those men she'd dated had expected her to be timid or submissive and were quite surprised, most pleasantly so, to find that she was neither. A lot of those same men who had thought they were manly and in shape had ended up being submissive to her and few of them could keep up.
Cheryl understood herself without shame or self-criticism. She worked hard to stay in top physical condition because sex was her favorite hobby. She enjoyed a wide variety of activities, but given a choice, she'd pick a good sexual romp with a fit and decently equipped partner every time. She couldn't even begin to count how many men she'd had sex with and if that made her a slut, then she was proud to wear the label. She never took risks with her health but sometimes, she admitted, she probably took some with her safety. She enjoyed the occasional jolt of fear that accompanied some unknown circumstance.
She knew that part of her outlook toward sex was the reality that she couldn't have children. As a teenager when she'd started her menstrual cycle it had been highly irregular and very painful. After seeing several different doctors the cause had been discovered - an internal development irregularity - that required surgical correction to relieve the on-going discomfort and remove a serious health risk. The downside was that the surgery would also leave her incapable of child bearing. She had come to live with that and eventually learned to appreciate that on the rare occasion she ever had a period, it lasted a day... two at the most. The good news for her, as she'd come to accept it, was that if her chosen partner was clean and trusted, she could enjoy sex free of the necessity of condoms. That delighted her because, though she never figured out why, she'd learned to take great delight in the mess, smell and taste of all things sex related. Not only did she love the smell and taste of a man's cum but she loved the same of her own juices as well and she had never felt anything that felt as good as a man cumming into her.