The week after my initial encounter with Brenda started off normally enough, but soon I realized that she wasn’t about to forget what had happened between us. I couldn’t help but notice that her demeanor towards me had changed when we got into work Monday. Whereas before, she was always courteous and continually looking to help out in any way she could, now I had the impression she was being rather rude. All of yesterday she didn’t say a word to me and brusquely brushed past me throughout the day. Today didn’t seem to be any better, as she completely ignored me in the hall.
I didn’t want to confront her with this or bring up her change in attitude to anyone in the office; I was still deathly afraid that she would tell someone what had happened despite her assurances. So, I went along pretending that nothing had changed. I thought that if I let things slide, tried to stay out of her way, and forgot about what it was like to be between her legs, she would eventually forget about the whole thing, and we could move past the experience.
When she asked me to come into her office Tuesday morning, those hopes were quickly dashed.
“Hey Matt, sorry I didn’t get to talk to you yesterday. You know how busy things were around here.”
“Ummm, yeah, it was real busy. No problem.”
“Are you ok with everything?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“You know… about what happened last Friday? I wanted to know if you were cool with things.”
“Yeah, sure… whatever. I’m ok with it,” I replied, trying to play it cool.
“Good. I was a bit worried after you didn’t seem to want anything to do with me yesterday.”
“Me??”
“Look, never mind. Maybe we were both acting a bit weird,” she stated. “Anyway, I wanted to be sure you were ok.”
“Well, to be honest, I was hoping we could put it behind us and just move on. You know, get back to how we were before it happened,” I confided.
I could see a look of dejection on her face for a moment before she spoke defensively. “What? You didn’t like it? You certainly seemed to enjoy it.”
“It’s not that,” I stammered. I was about to go on, but she cut me off.
“I know it’s not. The way you were eating me out, I could tell you loved it. And so did I. I couldn’t get it out of my mind all weekend. I kept thinking of looking down at your face buried between my legs, your tongue darting into my cum filled pussy.”
“And what about Adam?” I asked, referring to her boyfriend.
“I told you about him on Friday. He’ll never do anything like that. ‘A front to his manhood’ or something,” she said mockingly. “He certainly benefited from my mood all weekend. I think I wore him out for the rest of this week. But I think I want to been eaten out after sex again.”
I had a feeling she was going to say that, but there‘s no way I was going to go for it.
“Brenda, remember, we’re both in relationships. I don’t know about you, but I’m quite happy in mine. I feel bad enough as it is about what happened. I’d rather not jeopardize things,” I pleaded. I thought that if I could show her that I really wasn’t comfortable with this, she might accept it.
“Don’t get me wrong Matt, I would never leave Adam or want to ruin our relationship either. But I have this urge, this desire…” she trailed off.
For a moment neither of us spoke, and I could see in her expression that her mind were somewhere else. I knew she was thinking about last Friday, and I hoped she was realizing this wasn’t worth risking our current relationships.
“What if I watched?” she asked.
“Huh?? Watched what?” I replied, puzzled at her suggestion.
“Well, if you won’t eat it out of my pussy, what if I watched you eat it out of Jennifer’s? I know it’s not the same, but maybe it’ll help.”
“What?!” I exclaimed. “Jenny would never go for that. Besides, how on earth would I explain that one?? ‘Oh yeah, honey, Brenda’s going to sit here on the side of the bed and watch. Do you mind?’ She’d have my hide in a heartbeat!”
“Well, that’s not exactly what I was thinking. Though I like that thought as well,” she smirked. “No, I mean, is there somewhere in your bedroom that I could be when it happened? Somewhere I can see but not be seen watching?”
“I don’t know, Brenda. This seems a bit out there to me,” I sputtered. My mind had already started playing with the idea. Maybe there was a spot she could hide. Our closet had one of those sliding track doors with shutter style blinds.
“You’re the one responsible for this. If it weren’t for you and your stories and then what you did to me on Friday, I wouldn’t even being saying this. And you’ll be with your girlfriend, so what’s the big deal?”
She had a point; or at least it sounded like she did. And I couldn’t deny the fact that just thinking about her watching us turned me on.
“I guess there is a closet you could hide in,” I relented.
“Good. Give her a call. Nothing like a lunchtime quickie in the middle of the week,” she stated.
“You mean today?!” I was just getting used to the idea, let alone ready to put the plan into action. The reality of it all was starting to hit me.
“Yeah today. Come on. Please?? We might as well do it now before either one of us gets cold feet anyway.”
Looking at the expression on her face, I couldn’t help but start to back down. There’s only so much resistance I could put up to a beautiful woman.
“Well, let me give her a call,” I conceded reluctantly. “She might not even be in the mood.”
A few moments later, I found myself sitting at my desk wondering how exactly I got myself into this predicament. Actually, I knew how I got into it. I’d always been a sucker for a pretty girl. And the whole idea had turned me on the moment she brought it up. For a moment, I toyed with the idea of not even calling Jenny. I could tell Brenda that she wasn’t available or that she wasn’t feeling good or something. Perhaps if I did, Brenda would get those cold feet she had mentioned. The mere thought that she’d back out seemed to be the deciding factor, and my hand immediately went for the phone. I wanted this just as badly as she did.
“Good Afternoon, Jennifer speaking,” I heard my girlfriend answer as she picked up the phone.
“Ohhh..” I moaned into the receiver, “You have such a sexy voice; it gets me hard just hearing it.”
“Matt?? Nice, nice way to start a conversation.” I could hear the sarcasm in her voice, but I knew she enjoyed hearing me talk dirty to her while she was at work.
“What are you doing for lunch, hon?” I asked.
“Nothing yet.”
“How about you meet me at the house for a quick snack?” I asked.
“What do we have to eat?”