Send Ch 01 02

Author's note: These are the beginning chapters to my novelette, Send. Chapter 1 will give you and introduction to the characters, and Chapter 2 will give you, well, something more. ;) Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The words spewed out of me and onto my keyboard in a flood of anger and hurt. I punctuated every tap with a heavy click on each letter. Interesting how an email can shout almost as loud as a live voice. Better yet, the floor is all yours with no interruptions, no retorts to be heard. I was pouring out my broken heart in one messy rant, and I didn't want to hear what he had to say about it. He was going to suffer through the parade of my wrecked emotions the same as I.

Bottled up in my cubicle in my own world of mixed memories, I faded back to the first time I saw him and how his skin glowed a deep shade of reddish brown in the sunlight. We were at the beach. I was with my close girlfriend, Sonya and he was joined by two other guys. Sonya and I were all giggly watching them play touch football in the sand; a fine display of male testosterone in all its glory. Taller than the rest, he definitely stood out and his body could not have been more perfectly sculpted for my taste in men. I was always a sucker for rock hard biceps and broad shoulders. Not surprisingly, he carried himself like he knew just how sexy he was. I couldn't help but to lick my lips hungrily as he came to acknowledge my stare. "Hello," he said and though our conversation was strained, it was clear that our physical attraction would not be ignored. That day marked the beginning of my flawed relationship with Jared and my email was going to be the end of it.

I railed on him in all caps, about his lying, cheating ass; still reeling from catching him in the act with some random chick. The previous night I hatched a plan to surprise him at work. Surely, he deserved a luxurious meal at our favorite steak house for all the long hours he had been putting in lately. Delighted with myself, I trotted up to his office. The place was deserted. Hadn't he told me that he wanted to stay late to make the deadline for the community center bid? Jared was an architect; a partner in a small firm that worked mainly on city contracts. Only the maintenance guy remained to let me know that everyone had been gone for at least a half an hour. Suspicion, rank and present, had me tearing back down the stairs to see if his car was still in the parking lot. It was not so easily found at the back of the building. But there with the windows down, was Jared with his dick in the mouth of a brunette. How could I have been so dumb? Crying through the night, it was only in the morning that I was able to focus my emotions into a coherent response.

I began to type in his email address, and as usual the auto complete did the rest. I pressed the send button and leaned back in my chair, staring blankly out of my small window into the courtyard that separated all six buildings in the IGB corporate complex. Not much copywriting was getting done that day; I was bound and determined to sulk the entire morning.

Ten minutes passed and my inbox alerted me of a new message. It was a reply re: FUCK YOU. Surprised that Jared had actually wanted to respond to my manifesto on our shitty relationship, I hesitated a bit before opening it.

It read, "I think you sent this to me by accident. So sorry about your break up, I know how it feels to be betrayed. Hang in there."

I panicked. "Holy shit! Who the fuck did I send this to?" A closer look at the address revealed that the damn auto complete had selected James Pappas, not Jared Williams.

James, or Jimmy as I know him, is an assistant vice president of Marketing where I work. I knew him as a goof ball mostly, who always made working on boring pharmaceutical brochures slightly more bearable. We frequently forward each other the funny YouTube videos we find on online.

I was beyond embarrassed, but considering that I often need to work closely with him, I had to try to make the whole thing less awkward. What I really wanted to do was dissolve into my chair.

I replied, "I'm sorry you had to read that, but thanks for the moral support. Send me a video to cheer me up, okay?" I hoped he would.

Jimmy was really only an acquaintance. Sure we were friendly, but I didn't know him very well, nor did he really know me. Ours was a familiar, but strictly working relationship. I pegged him to be about 12 years older than me. He was a slender guy with deep serious eyes and the shiniest dark curly hair mixed with a few silvery strands; so very Greek looking with his olive skin and strong jaw.

And, then there was his subtle dry humor, which thrived on irony. I often couldn't tell whether he was joking or not, until he tempered a rather prickly remark with a quick wink. He seemed to enjoy our meetings and though I had spied him taking some extra long glances at my ass, I had never entertained him as a love interest. Not that I didn't find him attractive and I was pretty sure he wasn't married. He was just not my usual type and certainly not who I was expected to go out with. Somehow you just don't expect to see a younger African American woman with an older white man, or maybe that was just my own hang up.

Fifteen minutes later I was cracking up over a Jack Ass type stunt video, special delivered by Jimmy to put a smile on my face. I thanked him in yet another reply and found some energy to get back to work. The hours passed, and it seemed stupid to resend my nasty email. At the end of the day, I simply typed two words "It's over", and sent both the message and Jared on their way.

Driving home that evening I kept the windows down and enjoyed the breeze. I couldn't wait a minute more to call Sonya and tell her that I had finally broken it off with Jared. She laughed her butt off when I told her about the email mishap. It really was pretty funny. Poor Jimmy; seeing my address and expecting some plucky video clip. How shocking instead to open my seething letter, which reeked of every four letter word know to man.

By 11:00 my anger had subsided, and I was left with that achy hole in the pit of your stomach that tells you something is gone. Since we didn't live together , there were no bags to be packed. Only a few odds and ends to throw in a box still lingered around my apartment. The TV wasn't much company, but I aimlessly flipped through the channels for something to take my mind of things anyway. And even though Jared hadn't always slept over, a real emptiness was felt in my bed that night. I was officially single again, and alone.

As a lied there, drifting off to sleep, my thoughts crept back to Jimmy once more and I felt an infatuation beginning to manifest. I thought about his witty personality, which was really sexy come to think about it. And I pictured those wide eyes of his, like dark marbles, piercing and intense. His pouty, red lips are the kind that all girls wish for themselves. For the first time I mused about what they must taste like on my mouth.

No doubt, my sudden fixation was merely a quick remedy for a raw and broken heart. Still, thanks to Jimmy I had sweet dreams that night after all.

Chapter 2

A week went by and all I heard from Jared was a text message asking me to send his CDs and electric razor to him in the mail. Bastard. I threw that shit in the garbage instead. The same afternoon Jimmy sent me an email requesting some revisions to a birth control brochure. Politely, he also asked if I was doing O.K. I confided that it was mostly hard at night, when it's late and I am alone with my thoughts. I didn't mention that I regularly conjured images of him as an effective distraction.

After a few hours, a new message arrived. "You deserve better," Jimmy wrote.

It was the end of another uneventful day by then and the sun was beginning to set behind the buildings across the courtyard.

I typed back, "I definitely deserve to feel better than I do now. I hate him for what he did, but it's still hard to suddenly be alone after so long."

Then to make sure I didn't sound too pathetic, I wrote "Don't worry, I'll get over it." I clicked send and began to straighten up my desk before leaving for the night. Just as I was about to power off my computer, he sent another email.

"Let me fuck you," the subject read. It was so direct and unexpected, unlike anything he'd sent to me before. I opened it. "It will make you feel better." Was he joking? I couldn't tell.

I replied. "Pardon me?" I liked playing it coy and innocent, just in case he was kidding. Then I waited, tapping my finger lightly on the desk. It seemed forever before a response came, and I almost dismissed the whole thing as some crazy stunt. Then finally, I had new mail.

"Sit back, I am going to fuck you right now. You won't be thinking of that asshole anymore." I bit my lip and did what he said, admittedly curious to see what he had in mind.

He continued, "I am running the palm of my hand over the top of your blouse, circling over your nipples and making them plump and hard. I kiss your neck and you raise your head to expose more of it to my wet tongue."

I stopped reading for a moment and peeped around the corner of my cubicle to see if anyone was still around. The office seemed deserted, so I returned to my desk and continued to enjoy the ride he was taking me on.

"You unbutton your shirt to show me how beautiful your breasts are and I round your nipple with the tip of my tongue. Then, I pull it between my lips just softly enough to make you gasp. I take it entirely into my mouth, while slipping my fingers under your skirt. You spread your legs wider and I give you a surprised look when I find that you are not wearing any panties. Your pussy is already dripping and pulsating. We are both impatient to feel it wrapped around my cock. But first, I want to taste you and confirm what I already suspect; that you are sweet and deliciously tart."

I can only make and assumption about how tasty I am but he was definitely correct about his affect on my mood. I did feel better. And I was indeed dripping wet, right through my panties. Compelled by the throbbing, I unbuttoned my pants to slide my hand into my crotch. It was incredibly slick, and with two fingers I sloshed around my clit and read on.

"I throw your legs over the arms of the desk chair and insert my tongue into your glistening hole. I lick at the sides before inserting it again. You thrust your hips forward and I am happy to bury my face further into your cunt. Then, as you rock your hips over my mouth, I extend my tongue and lick you in unison. When you are just about to cum, I pull you off the chair and onto the desk. As you lie on your back, with your legs on my shoulders, I unzip my pants and slip my dick inside of you. Now you will get the fucking you have been waiting for."

I was aching for it by then, my pussy pulsing hard under my hand. I spread my legs further apart and wished I could take off my pants to give my fingers more freedom, though I didn't dare. My cubicle is open to the rest of the aisle. At any moment I might have to whip my hand out of my panties if I suspected someone was about to walk by. Eager to continue the adventure, I intently followed every word.

"My first strokes are slow. I want you to feel my cock slide against your walls, every inch sending your body a quiver. You throw you head back and beg me to fuck you harder. I keep you waiting a bit longer, and rub your clit while my dick grows even bigger inside of you. Your squirm and moan, and don't care who hears you. When you are delirious with anticipation I finally grab your hips and drive into you. Gripping the edge of the desk, you cry out each time I enter, fast and deep. I give you more, and relishing the grin spread across your mouth, I grab your ankles to reach the gateway inside that leads to a body retching orgasm. Instinctually, I know exactly where it is, and gritting my teeth I knock on it until it opens. Then you gush over me, arching your back in a show of ecstasy. With utter lack of control, a guttural scream rips through you, and your legs stiffen in my grasp. Your cunt tugs on my cock in electric spasms and I do not relent. I am rising inside and will give you the hot injection you desire. One last pass and there it is, pouring into you, warm and sticky. You look so fucking sexy, displayed there on the desk, shivering a little from coming so hard. I give you my jacket and kiss you gently before zipping my pants and leaving you. I hear you say, 'thank you' as I turn the corner."

I let out a hard sigh. Inside I was boiling over and couldn't wait to get home to my vibrator. After wiping off my drenched hand I replied, "Thank you, very much!" and prepared myself to leave.

That night, I masturbated until I fell asleep while reliving the mind fuck Jimmy had gifted me. I dreamt about his hands between my legs and his cock in my mouth by the copy machine in the back hallway. Several times I woke up overheated and sweaty, even having to change the tank I was sleeping in.

When morning arrived, the euphoric effects of my three orgasms had worn off. I began to see things in a different light and I was a little concerned about any weirdness between the two of us. One thing I didn't need was anymore drama in my life, especially at work.

Two years ago I was only an intern at IGB, busting my ass in editing while still in grad-school. It wasn't easy, but I put in extra hours and kissed the right asses enough to get noticed. I was hired as a copy writer after graduation. The pay is pretty good; enough to support my shoe habit and pay the bills on time. In all, I liked my job and almost everyone I worked with. Then there's Marilyn, who is Senior Vice President of Marketing and both Jimmy and my supervisor. My ass kissing days were over, and maybe she missed all those lattes I happened to bring her after lunch, because she had become a first class bitch ever since.

All showered, I scoured my closet for something sexy but work appropriate. I settled on a pencil skirt that accentuated both my thin waist and my round bottom. With a sly look into the mirror, I playfully I left one more button undone on my blouse than usual.

It was a little silly how concerned I was about looking my sexiest for Jimmy, as if he was some kind of high school crush. For a fleeting self-conscious moment, I almost changed into my characteristic knit top and pressed pants. Still, as much as I hated to admit it, I did have a crush. I wanted him to swallow hard, better yet, get hard, if he happened to see me that day.

There was definitely an extra bounce in my step as I clacked across the concrete parking lot in my strappy red heals. Internally I was a mix of excitement and nerves, anticipating what the day would bring.

Lunch rolled around and no word from Jimmy. I had gotten second looks that morning from a few other guys in the office but really, I could have cared less.

When my phone rang it was Sonya calling to invite me to grab a bite to eat around the corner. Lunch was a welcomed distraction since so far that day I had mostly been preoccupied with imagining Jimmy's lanky frame naked and pressed on top of me, awkwardness be damned. When I met her at the restaurant Sonya took one look at my outfit and shook her head.

"Girl, who are you fucking or trying to fuck at work?" she said in her matter of fact way.

I couldn't help but to laugh, she knows me so well. "You won't believe what happened before I left last night." I gushed. Like a school girl I spilled it all. Her mouth was open as she listened to me tell her the details. Even as I recounted the episode, I began to cream my panties.

Halfway through my grilled chicken salad, my Blackberry signaled that a new message had arrived. Eagerly, I checked it and though I was determined to keep my cool, my heart skipped when I saw it was from Jimmy.

It read, "Love your input on a new concept. 1:30 - Conference room B. Panties optional." I cracked a knowing grin and sped up the pace on my lunch.

"Just be careful." Sonya warned as she noticed my hasty demeanor. She was a caretaker by nature, as concerned about her friend's well being as the patients she nurses in the hospital. Giving her my best "I have no idea what you're talking about" expression, I called the waiter for the check.

My common sense was also telling me to be cautious about getting involved with someone at work; even if it was just for a cyber booty-call. Office flings can quickly go sour, not to mention land you in hot water with human resources. Oddly, the tingling feeling that I got just thinking about what awaited me in conference room B seemed to be worth the risk.

Before heading to the elevator to meet Jimmy I ducked into the bathroom and slid out of my thong. My blood was rushing as I surprised myself by being so bold. With my undies tucked into my purse and the naughtiest smirk playing on my lips, I made my way to him.

The elevator was crowded with employees returning from lunch. Unbelievable how the removal of one thin piece of fabric can make you feel so many things at once. The ride up three floors seemed like an eternity as I experienced both shame and arousal, feeling simultaneously vulnerable and empowered. When I exited, I was already wet and each step brought a cool breeze past my lips.

(Next Chapter coming soon!)