I added this part because several readers provided thoughtful feedback suggesting I hadn't told the full story and had left out details about Steve. I hope this addresses those suggestions. I'm aware that the site is filled with better writers than I.
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On all fours on her bed, Steve entered Marlene from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed gently from her ear to her cheek and back. His hands roamed and found her breasts, trapping her bullet-hard nipples between his middle and index fingers, squeezing with varying pressure.
She pushed back against him and sighed. Her plans for him were coming to fruition.
While they fucked, a part of Steve's mind drifted back to when they'd first met.
He'd walked into the office, and noticed a new face sitting in the reception area. "Hi, I'm Steve," he looked down extending his hand in greeting. "Fuck, she's gorgeous," he thought to himself, "Don't blow this, Steve." She was wearing light grey wool pants and a tightly form-fitting darker grey sweater that while it covered her, also displayed her body to maximum effect.
"Hi, I'm Marlene. Today's my first day. I'm the new administrative assistant." She rose to shake his hand and looked him over with sincere interest. She smiled again, as she looked up at his blue eyes. He had short, neatly trimmed brown hair and an honest, open face. He was about 8 inches taller, give or take, than her 4'11" height, with a slender frame. She suspected he was a runner. As she met his gaze, she noticed his eyes shifted just a little to a point just past her shoulder. "What's up with that?" she wondered.
"Well, nice to meet you. The coffee's upstairs." He took his leave and went up to his desk.
There was something about his blue eyes that stirred her interest, and she made a mental note of being friendly toward him.
As he sat down at his computer and turned it on, Steve's couldn't take his mind off the beautiful girl downstairs. At work, looks weren't necessary, but she was a vast improvement over the two dried up fossils that ran the office. He hoped the shriveled prunes wouldn't run her off. He shook his head realizing that her soft brown eyes and impish smile had smitten him. He suspected she'd add a lot of life to the office, and that there was more to her than just eye candy.
As the months progressed, they struck up a friendly relationship. Marlene appreciated that Steve treated her better than most of the other co-workers. He'd deliver a cup of coffee at her desk, even though he never drank it. Everyone else expected HER to get coffee for THEM. Most of the guys noticeably undressed her with their eyes whenever she wore anything remotely attractive. It annoyed her because she liked to wear pretty clothes. She didn't like men treating her as less than a person. She was sure Steve had noticed her delightful body, but he didn't ogle her in the same way.
Whenever they talked, she'd make a point to reach out and gently rub her hand up and down his arm. He'd stiffened at her touch at first, and she felt as though she were gentling an untamed stallion. But, try as she might, she couldn't get him to make consistent, sustained eye contact. No matter what she did, his eyes seemed always to focus just off to the side. She made a point of looking directly at him whenever he was around to try to force the issue and also see if she could catch him sneaking glances. She did.
Steve was also enjoying their budding friendship. He found her vivacious personality infectious and also loved that she wasn't a game player. She was kind to him for no better reason than he was kind to her. She confided in him about many things, including the guy she was dating. Steve always tried to give her good advice while his inner monologue was screaming at him to tell her to dump the loser and to be honest about how he felt. His fear of rejection shouted the inner voice down.
