What if you fall in love with a dominant girl?
*** MID AUGUST ***
The third week of August, we would stay in Eindhoven. After that, I would work for three weeks at another customer plant near Nรผrnberg.
The week we got back in Eindhoven, Denise had to go to the office a few times. In the meantime, she wanted me to go to the gym and make amends with Jean and Chris. Jean wouldn't be a problem. I was good with him.
With Chris? Not so. I hadn't seen him since the disaster weekend last year in Marbella.
When I asked Denise if we could go together, she smirked, "Really, you need a girl to babysit? You're not man enough to handle it yourself?"
"Denise, you're his boss. Surely that would help."
But she was not having it, and I went alone. Jean was happy to see me again. News of our reconciliation travelled fast, and Jean was genuinely pleased we were back together.
Chris saw me, came to me, roaring, towered over me, and said, "O'Sheas, five o'clock."
'O'Sheas' is the local Irish pub near the market square. When I entered the pub, Chris was already waiting for me. He had ordered a soft drink for him and a Lager for me. Thank god, no 'Guinness.'
I sat down and sipped my beer, figuring it would be better to let him start and then respond. He looked at me and started grinning, "Did you want to take your girl with you so she could protect you? Boy, she scored a real man, didn't she?"
I didn't respond. I was more worried about Chris's reaction after all that had happened in Marbella.
He was serious now, "Sure. You pissed me off for not respecting Aron. But then you did the right thing by leaving and defusing the situation."
Did he mean it? Or was he instructed to say so? It was hard to tell. I didn't care. My next questions were more important to me and could impact my relationship with Denise.
"Did you fuck her?"
He expected the question, "Listen, I promised Denise I would tell you the truth. I did not fuck her. It would be a stupid thing to do. She's my boss."
He grinned, "If I had fucked her, she wouldn't have returned to you for more fucking."
I would never know if he did fuck her at that first Carnival.
"Chris, then tell me, how did you know about the landing strip and her mole?"
"Shower gossip."
"Shower gossip?"
"Yeah, remember the time before you hooked up with her? It took you ages, and she was already head over heels.
Previously, the girls teased her for having a bush, saying no man would be interested in a rainforest trip.
Suddenly, a few weeks after you turned up, she had that landing strip and a mole on display.
Again, the girls teased her tremendously. You know, she is the boss, acting like a teenager. I think that's when she started showering at your place."
I did remember her showering at my place.
He stood up, "We're good?"
And then he surprised me by giving me a bear hug.
***
Karin wanted a session with us. To evaluate and convince herself we didn't mess up. According to Karin, Denise and I needed to trust each other, and Karin clearly didn't trust us as a couple yet.
"Sorry, you two made a mess the first time, and it isn't gonna happen again, not under my watch."
With a small smile, "I want you to experiment more, figure out what makes you tick. Help each other to become yourself. Be honest. Don't let society's norms rule you.
Do it out of love. Out of love for the other, out of love for yourself. You owe it to each other and yourself. Now off you go and start playing."
***
The last day and night before I had to leave for Germany, we were both sad. The trip from Eindhoven to Nรผrnberg took too long to drive every weekend. I had to stay in Nรผrnberg for three weeks.
Even with video calls, we still would miss each other terribly. We didn't have sex but only held hands, cuddled, talked, and hugged.
*** MID-SEPTEMBER ***
Back from Nรผrnberg, I could work partly from home and partly from headquarters. Denise had officially quit university. The real-estate business was growing, becoming a serious property developer, and needed her.
After the last session with Karin, we decided to add cum play to our sex life. I suppose Denise has always been curious about the 'sticky messy stuff' coming out of 'that ugly little thingy' and I thought we could have some fun with it.
Once, she stepped out of the shower and climbed reverse on top of me for a sixty-nine. Normally, she takes her time, and we try to finish together. This time she surprised me and made sure I finished before she did, then turned around quickly to kiss me passionately, pushing all my cum in my mouth.
She snowballed me!
Then she lay on her back, legs wide, "Put it in, push the cum with your tongue in my pussy. Now. Do it now!"
Due to the initial snowballing shock, I had already swallowed most of the cum but did my best to push the rest back into her pussy.
She grabbed my head and started to ride on my face, "Clean it up! Clean up your filthy mess."
I licked her pussy, and she was gushing. Her hands grabbed my head harder, and she hissed, "Yes, lick it clean. Slurp it up," riding my face hard. She started to orgasm.
When she regained her breath, she turned on her side, looking at me, "You liked that, didn't you? Cleaning up my pussy."
She started to kiss me softly, "Don't you worry, from now on, you're my Personal Pussy Cleaner."
She tenderly kissed me more and laid her head on my chest.
Previously, I was always her 'Honey.' From then on, when it was just the two of us, she also started to call me 'PPC' or 'PC.'
***
One time, during an online Teams meeting, she brought me coffee, "Hi PC, your coffee," and gave me a bright smile.
The bitch, she knew I was in a Teams meeting with colleagues, including Mike and Kurt.
Mike immediately started to text privately, "PC?"
"Mike, let it go."
"What are you two up to now?"
"Mike, let go, or I will tell Katja too, and you won't like it!"