Sam and Flynn started as a conversation, a timely coincidence over coffee needs. "Ladies first" he commented and poured her a cup "that'll be five bucks."
"It was four last week" she challenged, with a smile.
He smirked.
"Three, just cuz I like you." And with that it ended. They both returned to their desk routines of e-mails and deadlines.
For Flynn it was love at first sight, meaning Sam had a vagina and a cute face. It was always love at first sight for Flynn, let's give him credit for that. "In the dark, any pussy feels great" he'd remind himself if a particular vagina was not attached to a somewhat passable cute face, especially if a vagina was being flirty enough to have any part of him inside any of her willing holes.
Flynn was a fan of vagina. He liked fucking it, eating it - the latter preferably done while also getting head, but not required. "I want to finger you" he'd tell women "and lick my fingers to get your taste." His approach wasn't charming or suave, he'd be the first to admit, he was just honest about his intent.
One could say this is why, despite his many flaws, women kept him around a minute longer past healthy. They kept him around because Flynn fucked without pretense or hesitation. This Sam learned their first night after they clumsily fumbled past clothed into nudity. "I'm sorry" she half warned him before they first fucked "I didn't shave." He pulled down her panties not really listening to her last words, or any other word following that, until he pulled his limp, ejaculated penis from her well eaten, well fingered, well fucked vagina. "I like you" he commented "just like this" and pressed his body against her, his fingers stroking the hairs on her mound, sticky from his saliva and their cum.
Flynn found women's last words before first fuck - for a lack of a better word - adorable. Especially the ones from married women. "Don't cum inside" they asked in hindsight - "ok?" - a mute request really, invalidated by the wet film slathered on their wedding bands, their promise to someone else to not wrap their fingers around some stranger's very un-condommed penis to guide it in inside them. Flynn liked that about women, the feigned hesitation. Maybe it was real hesitation. He didn't know and didn't care. All he needed to know is that if treated right, the most reserved woman will vulgarly ask for cock and cum. "I like you" he'd learned to say to whoever lay next to him as he lovingly stroked whatever part he believed to be their most insecure "just like this."
