****Authors' note: We apologize for the wait. Thanks to all who have read and rated the first three installments of our "Angels" series. This is the 4th and final of story of how Cory, the sophisticated former athlete turned techie, met the four women at the center at his life: his beautiful, blonde, voracious wife, Zoe; his pretty, curvy neighbor Heather; the gorgeous rich Indian wife, Kimaya; and Grace, the exotic Nigerian-American hipster with a thing for white men...until she meets our couple. These stories are written in reverse chronology: volumes 4, 3, 2, 1.
If you haven't read the three previous works--which introduced Grace, Kimaya and Heather--we highly recommend that you do, in order to keep up.****
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
CORY: We met at work, obviously. We worked at a large non-profit. I worked in IT and, after three years with the organization, I was on the cusp of being promoted to CTO, which would have more than doubled my salary. I'm really good at what I do. I hadn't even turned 30 yet. Aside from having no social life at all, everything was going great. I remember meeting Zoe on her first day. She was clearly attractive, but I wasn't thinking "Oh, I have to have her" at first sight. I was extremely career-focused and not looking for any kind of situationship.
I had ample opportunity to mess around, but I came into that organization with a plan and I didn't want to shit where I ate. Some of the women there made that very hard to do. However, aside from some harmless flirting at the Christmas parties or after-hours social gatherings, I didn't give any of the women on the job very much attention at all. The only woman I let get to know me a little was Cheryl, a 40-something black woman who worked in accounting. Cheryl was throwing pussy at me as far back as the interview process, which was weird because she's married to an older white man. I remember how uncomfortable she made my then-boss, Garret, by commenting on how "fine" I was when he introduced me to her in her office. Garrett was on the cusp of retiring, he didn't want to hear that flirty, HR-nightmare bullshit. I made a note to myself to steer clear of Cheryl, if I wanted to quickly advance in the organization. Ignored her innuendoes and flirtations until there was an unspoken understanding that I'm just not interested. We got along fine after that.
Eventually, I let my guard down and accepted Chery's offer to attend a New Year's Eve party at her home. I had declined the year before, making up some excuse I can't remember. But, I accepted that year because I had been in Chicago for nearly two years and hadn't created much of a social life for myself. I was 28, bored, and semi-celibate (I had literally three tinder hookups in 2 years...that was my sex life). Going to that party was the best mistake I ever made, because it started me on the path to Zoe.
ZOE: Ah, yes, the New Year's party. I started on the job in late March, a good while after the party. While I wasn't there when everything went down, I learned all the details within a week on the job. I was one of four twenty-something women in the office. Ashley and Hope were executive assistants. Jenna was a researcher, same as me. I latched on to them because we were all in the same demo and they seemed fun enough. One Friday morning, my fifth day on the job, while we were all in the kitchen, getting coffee and BS'ing, Cory walked in and the girls immediately got weird and went quiet. I thought it was because he's one of those men that's so attractive that women suddenly get shy around them. My impression of him to that point was that he was a little aloof and so well-dressed and well-groomed (his beard was like manicured lawn) that there was a chance that he might be gay. Gun to my head, I would have guessed he was straight, but straight men who are as fit and fashionable as Cory are rare.
He said hello to us and the other girls barely mumbled something. So, I felt the need to fill the space in the room. I'm not great with awkward silence.
"You got any plans for the weekend, Cory" I asked, innocently, while he placed some items in the fridge.
He glanced at Ashley and responded: "Nope. Just gonna hang. Maybe swing by a friend's house. That's the long and thick of it. See y'all around."
When he was out of earshot, I turned to the girls and asked: "Did he mean to say 'long and short' of it?"
Ashley tried to stifle a laugh, but instantly failed. They all started laughing hysterically and I was clueless.
"We'll tell you during lunch," Jenna said, enthusiastically.
A few hours later, we met for lunch at a nearby restaurant and huddled into a booth.
"So, what's the deal with Cory?" I posed to no one in particular.
The other girls turned to Ashley. It was obvious whose story it was to tell. Ashley took a breath and then looked at me like a doctor about to give good news.
"I won't bury the lede. Cory has the biggest dick you will ever see in your life."
After they got done laughing and squealing with delight, she told me the rest of the story, which was a little disappointing, if I'm being honest. It's obvious to anyone with eyes that Cory is packing something, but I wouldn't have thought it was any bigger than any other guy with a nice bulge.
"So we're at Chery's party...I go upstairs to use the bathroom and I didn't realize someone was already in there. It was unlocked. So when I opened the door, he was standing there at the toilet. But I couldn't see anything at first. Then, I saw his reflection in this big mirror on the wall. It was just hanging between his thighs. It's crazy huge."
"Did he say anything?" I asked.
"I didn't wait around to talk about it with him. We made eye contact and it was weird. I apologized and got out of there."
"That's it?"
"Yes, that's it. What do you mean?"
"Well, the way you were all being so giggly and secretive, I thought maybe you'd fucked him or at least went down on him."
They all looked shocked and it occurred to me I might be dealing with cock teases.
Hope jumped in to defend Jenna: "Well she wasn't going to suck him off right there in the bathroom."
I laughed and asked "Why not? That would have been hot."
They laughed, which relieved me, because I was getting worried about being too slutty for this group.
Then, Ashley surprised us, admitting, "I was really turned on, if I'm being honest. It was so big, you guys. I thought about asking him to come back to my place that night. I never mentioned this before, but when we were leaving the party, getting our coats, I pretended to accidentally brush the back of my hand against his crotch, just to feel it, and he called me out on it."
"Oh my God!" - Hope
"What the fuck?!" - Jenna
"What did he say?" I asked.
Ashley gathered herself. She was blushing.
"He said I could do better than that and to let him know when I want to try again."
Hope and Jenna nearly had seizures. I was just happy the story got juicier. I'm a born shit-stirrer, so I prodded.
