I am not going to answer the race question. I will leave it to readers to make up their own minds. Is race how you perceive yourself or how others see you?
Maddening, I know.
I will try to put in lots of good sex and plot twists to ease your aggravation and keep you titillated.
It seems to take hours to make the 40-mile drive home and I am still reeling when I get there. While I realize that whatever is going on with her has little if anything to do with me, it's poor consolation. I've not been this tired since Hurricane Katrina.
Hurricane Lulu category 5. And to think that I'll have to see her around the office. Don't shit where you sleep and eat and never fuck where you work. I should just quit now.
Nothing to do but, set the alarm and try to sleep.
Hot little hands on the back of my thighs urging me on sliding up my ass, my back my shoulders as she kisses me and moans into my mouth, such a luscious kiss, an intensely hot little pocket of flesh gripping me. Her sweet face frowning and relaxing as she comes apart.
I wake with a disoriented start. I'm home alone evidently in the middle of a Lulu induced wet dream. I've not had one since high-school. Barely two days and she's jacked me up good and proper. High-strung, volatile little harpy.
She's probably right. It'd never work in a million years. And while the rational part of me doesn't want to have feelings for her, it also recognizes how extraordinary she is. Brains and passion. Tough and sweet. Perfectly flawed and wonderfully human.
It's 2 am. I get up and turn to ESPN, which I know I will pay for later.
I wake up on the couch with a start. I can still make it on time but I'll have to hurry. I shave, shower and throw on some clothes and head out without breakfast or coffee, which will make for an ugly morning.
Having sent many of my key personnel for training I find that I am manning the IT department alone on a Monday busted down to tech support and customer service. Luckily, most of the office is out training or in a health benefits seminar.
Around noon, I'm slogging though performance management reviews and contracts when I get a service call.
Problems with the scanner - in Legal.
I haven't had a break today. I'm starving, tired and highly irritated.
I go over to the copier room and there she is. Another black suit with killer heels this time, hair pulled back and braided in a high bun. Looks a little tired, but irritatingly pretty and studious in her glasses.
Seeing me she immediately bristles, the muscles in her jaw working.
"Why are you here? I placed a service call."
"My people are all in training today, so it's just me."
She sighs and mutters something under her breath.
"June's off in the same seminar." She groans.
"So what's the issue?"
"I've sent a 60 page document to the copier and I need color copies for my 2 o'clock meeting. I don't have an original document. I only need 10 copies and while I see the document, for some reason it has a weird suffix and I can't access the file. This is not the first time this scanner has sent my documents to an inaccessible default folder.
It generally happens when there's no more room in the M Folder. I might add that I've repeatedly requested more room on the server. We work with information-dense material. I really don't understand the lack of accommodation on so simple a thing."
Like the weekend never happened. Unbelievable. I look at her and she calmly returns my gaze. Nothing I've not heard before. We are updating the server as fast as we can. I look hazily at the small copier screen and try to focus. "I don't see the file."
"It's right here."
Pointing in irritation she steps closer. I can smell her goddamned lotion. The vision of her rubbing it on her body comes to mind. I groan inwardly, this is not helping. I look but still don't immediately see it. She sighs in exasperation. Pointing again we move at the same time and there's a loud zap of static electricity as our hands meet giving us a good shock, Ow! We laugh involuntarily.
"Let me run back to free this file, I'll be back." I move the file and come back down the hall. She's already accessed it and is printing it.
"Thanks."
Standing on a small stepladder she's trying to reach the colored paper which has slid back just out of her reach. I walk over and take the box down and set it on the work counter. Using the colored pages to separate sections of the presentation, she staples and collates everything.
"I guess everyone's busted down to mid-shipman today, huh?"
I watch her closely as She gives a small smile but still won't look at me. She does ask for assistance connecting several laptops to the network. I follow her down the hall into the conference room.
I get everything set up and then she loads the presentation and runs through several slides, before laying out the materials.
"Thanks."
Her voice is huskier than usual as she swallows, struggling to master herself. She retreats to a far corner, muttering underneath her breath.
"Shit!" She sighs heavily.
I grit my teeth.
"Come here you little monster."
Taking her arm I quickly drag her around the corner to the server room and lock the door, no windows, no cameras, one desk and a chair. There's a lot of white noise here, the whirring of the server fans and blasting air conditioning.
"You're upset."
She still won't look at me. I hand her a handkerchief. "I don't carry spare shirts, this will have to do."
There's a small smile from her before her face crumples and she starts to cry. This is good. Sitting down with her I pet her a bit and let her get it out.
"I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. I never cry."
"What's wrong is how stubborn you are. I really like you and I know you like me too. There's no need to inflict misery all around. Can we resume getting to know each other?"
She nods and shrugs. "Yeah, I guess."
She's sniffling and looking prettily wretched. I'm trying not to give in and start petting her again.
"I'm going to need a more definitive answer, Lou."
She tenses and frowns. "What the fuck do you want from me man?"
"Less of the potty mouth for starters. I want you to say you'll try."
She's frowning at me and I'm frowning right back. She growls low in the back of her throat. "I'll try."
"Good. Now kiss me like you mean it."
She's still frowning, but removing her glasses she puts her hands on my shoulders and gives me the softest kiss. It's been no time and I have missed her and now she's on my lap kissing me and it's changing and getting hotter as she scoots closer, sliding her arms around my neck. I unbutton and unzip her pants stroking her through her soft panties before slipping a finger inside her wet little self. Her clit feels about the size of a small raisin. Her breath hitches in her throat as I kiss and lightly rub her.
The intoxicating smell of her wafts in the air and I can't get enough. Instantly I am recalling the smooth tight almost indescribable feel of her, the almost painful clutch of her little pocket, the salty sweet taste of her, those sounds . . . I need to have her again and again and again. If I have to fight for it I will.
"Lulu you can't leave me, you just can't. I'll find you. Understand?" I give her a little shake and she nods slowly.
