Ashley poked her head into my office at the end of the day.
"How was your day?"
"It was alright," I smiled at my friend and co-worker.
"Just alright?" Ashley was constantly worried about my state of happiness. She knew I was predisposed to the melancholy.
I shrugged.
"How's Peter?"
I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face, "Good."
Ashley smiled back, "Ooooh. Look at that smile"
"Stop," I paused. "I'm seeing him tonight."
"Oh."
Her phone rang and Ashley waved and shut my door. I knew she was heading home for the night. I started to pack up my stuff when I heard my phone beep: text message. I knew Peter was coming over that evening to watch T.V. and that he had an overseas phone meeting until 7. I glanced at my clock, 6:45. Who could be texting me? I pulled out my phone as I made my way out of the office.
Eric: Want to come over tonight?
I blinked my eyes. Eric? Eric the guy who was in between relationships booty call? Eric the guy I'd known since I was 15. We had been pretty close friends and then crossed the line into having sex. Since then, we had fallen into a casual sex routine every few weeks or so. To be honest, since being with Peter I hadn't thought about him. He was my safety crutch. Not a safety net, because I knew he and I would never be boyfriend girlfriend and I really only had friendship feelings for him. There had been a time when I had thought otherwise, but Eric had solved that for me when he told me I wasn't what he thought of as date material. He had then gone on to tell me why I was perfect for him to booty call.
I twirled the phone in my hand remembering how hurt I had felt during that conversation, not that I had let on. I had smiled and consented to the ridiculous half assed relationship we came to have. I rolled my eyes at myself and put my phone away. He'd get the idea if I didn't respond.
Pete showed up at 7:30. He looked tired and his tie was loose around his neck. I greeted him at the door in shorts and a tank top. He had taken to calling it my uniform.
"Hey babe," he wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck.
Since our little misunderstanding a few weeks back, we had fallen into a comfortable relationship,
spending most nights together. We both understood that our jobs were demanding and didn't need to put the extra pressure on each other to entertain. We were happy spending nights watching T.V. or being on our computers separately and falling asleep together.
"Long day?" I rubbed a hand up his back and he let out a sigh.
"Is it that obvious?"
"You just look tired. Did you eat?" I pulled away and padded into the kitchen.
"I figured we could order. Don't pretend like you have food in there." He laughed watching me in the fridge. It was his joke that I never had food in the house nor did I eat regularly or anything healthy.
I rolled my eyes but closed the fridge knowing there was nothing very edible inside.
"What do you feel like?" He asked picking up his IPhone.
"I'm not super hungry."
"Ali, knock it off." He caught my eye and gave me a stern look.
"Knock what off?"
"I know you didn't eat dinner. Knock it off, you're eating."
I shrugged and sat on the couch. He followed me and sat beside me. His hand found my bare leg as he scrolled through his phone. I switched on the T.V.
"Sushi?" I didn't respond, "Sushi it is."
Peter stood and made the call. I heard him ordering various things and then giving his credit card number. I was flipping the channels absentmindedly when my phone beeped.
Eric: I'm kind of close. Stop by?
I felt my breath catch. Shit, shit, shit. I started to respond when Peter came back in and sat beside me. He nuzzled my neck again and started to kiss me softly.
Alissa: No. I'm pretty tired, sorry.
I don't know why I didn't just tell him. I just kept thinking what if Pete and I didn't work out. I'd want to have Eric around for that comfort I would undoubtedly need after such a failure.
"Ashley?" Peter's voice returned me to reality.
"Huh?"
"Talking to Ashley?" He continued to kiss my neck.
I nodded. I was lying to my handsome, wonderful, loving boyfriend. Shit, shit, shit.
"I better ask you before she tells you then. We have a company party. It's a summer is beginning and we have tons of money bullshit corporate party. Will you come with me?"
"Oh, Ashley's told me about that party. The uh, champagne fountain party." I sat my phone down.
"That is the one."
"You want me to come with you?"
Peter sat up straight, "Of course baby."
I nodded my head and began to think about what to wear. Most of the women were wives of super successful lawyers and bought supper expensive dresses. I figured I could borrow something from Ashley if need be.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes." I kissed him softly and let my tongue push against his lips.
"Ali," he sighed as he pulled me closer to him.
Peter pulled my leg over his lap so that I straddled him. I could feel his hard cock rubbing against me.
"The food will be like 40 minutes. Can we do it?" He laughed softly.
"Better be quick." I lifted his shirt up to reveal his toned stomach and licked him. I crawled between his legs and undid his pants. I let his cock spring out and wrapped my lips around him.
I sucked him into my mouth and began to move up and down his cock. He groaned and played with my hair. I moaned and let my hands move up his chest.
"I'm not going to last long babe." He warned as his hips pushed him deeper into my mouth.
