It was a very long weekend for me after Jessica threw me out her house.
While sitting in my easy chair, with no beer or TV on, I was savoring the moments of pleasure I had with Jessica.
Normally my cock would get hard thinking about all the things I did with her, or any other woman for that matter.
I re-lived the moments when I made her cum and the strong orgasms I gave her.
I was so heartbroken at the huge mistake I made while cumming inside her, I couldn't even get a partial hard on.
There was a wall of grief between my brain and my cock preventing me from getting hard.
Even thinking about those moments and playing with my cock, didn't help. It was a horrible weekend.
Monday morning I went to work.
It was business as usual, back into the work mode.
A couple of times I saw Jessica in passing, she showed no signs of being upset, any grief or like anything had happened to her emotionally.
She was always very professional, always smiling, said "Hi" to anyone she saw, including me.
Maintaining that professional persona.
A few days later I saw her in the breakroom by herself.
I walked up to her and went to say something.
Right away she lightly and quickly flicked her hand at me and said, "Not now." Smiled at me and walked away.
The following week on a Wed, the same thing happened.
She said, "Not now." Smiled and walked away.
I was feeling defeated.
The following week on a Friday, I tried one more time to talk to Jessica.
I walked up to her, started to talk. She stopped what she was doing, looked at me and said with no smile this time, but in a low voice, "I do not have time for this" and walked away with no smile.
When she said that, it felt like I got hit by an electric shock. That hurt me.
Now I know how she felt when I said Janet's name in the throws of passion.
I also thought to myself, "That's it, three strikes, I'm out."
From that time on, I kept my distance from her and backed off, but treated her professionally. Greeted her and smiled at her like any other co-worker.
Still maintaining our professionalism.
Throughout the next several weeks, I would see her walking around or hear her walking from her high heel sounds.
About six weeks went by. I had not seen or heard Jessica for over a week. Wondering where she was.
I did not dare ask anyone where she might be, because it would get people talking throughout the company. I didn't need that.
Two more weeks went by and still no Jessica.
I had this brief thought that she had left the company.
I beat myself up thinking about that, and thought I had caused her to leave.
She could not stand the sight of me anymore.
I would never see this beautiful woman ever again.
That was very agonizing for me thinking about that.
It was hard to maintain my professionalism with such a knot in my stomach knowing I caused her such grief.
One day many of us were called to a big conference meeting in the building. This was on a Thursday.
Many employees were there.
While I was at the conference table, I was casually looking around at the other employees to see if Jessica was there. I was hoping she was. I did not see her anywhere.
I felt sad.
Then the CEO walks in and starts talking about this huge construction contract the company obtained in Japan. Next to him was this big dry erase board showing things he had drawn on it, pointing and talking about them.
He says, "How we were able to obtain this multi-million dollar contract was by the great negotiating skills of one of our great contract engineers, Jessica Reyes."
Jessica walked out from behind the board. When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat, I got very excited but had to maintain my professionalism. I was sitting very calm, but inside, I was screaming with excitement.
I thought to myself, "No wonder I have not seen her. She's been in Japan."
She looked so beautiful standing there."
She proceeded to talk all about what she had done and how she did it. Shared her negotiating skills and secrets to help other engineers do the same, to help them be successful as well.
After the meeting was over and everyone was leaving, she stayed behind a bit to gather her things. I also stayed behind to be the last to leave.
I approached her, said to her with a smile, "Congratulations. Great job. That was great presentation."
She looked at me and said with her big beautiful smile, "Thank you. That was so kind of you to say."
I looked at her, smiled and said, "Your welcome. Have a great day."
She smiled and said, "You to Daniel."
Then I walked away.
The following Monday while working on my computer, I could hear Jessica walking in her high heels.
I knew it was her because her heels had a distinct sound compared to other women in heels.
It was distant at first, then it got closer and closer. I kept looking at my computer, working away and not looking up to see if it was her. I just knew it was.
I heard her heels stop briefly, which was very close, then continue on.
I waited until I could hear her walking away.
I turned in my seat to look out of my cubicle to see if it was her, out of curiosity.
I saw this folded note on my desk.
Before I picked it up, I had this puzzled look on my face and thought, "That's strange."
I picked up the note and opened it.
It said in all capital letters,
"MY HOUSE, FRIDAY 7PM. TEXT ME BEFORE COMING OVER." Nothing else.
Right below those words were lipstick lip marks of her lips on the paper. Just like Aunt Janet used to do.
I just sat there in amazement.
I thought, "No this can't be real." But it was real.
Many thoughts went through my head.
Was she wanting me back?
She wanted me to text her before coming over and so I began thinking negative thoughts. Maybe there will be someone there to kick my ass for what I did to her? A thousand scenarios were going through my head of why she wanted me to text her before coming to her house.
Thank goodness it was a busy week to help make the time go by to Friday.
I left work on Friday at 5, got home, showered, shaved and changed into some nice clothes. Hoping for the best, but expecting anything could happen.
I texted Jessica to let her know I was on my way over. It was only a few minutes drive to her house.
She immediately texts back, "Just come in. The front door will be unlocked. But lock it behind you when you come in."
It was almost dark when I arrived at her house and gently open the door.
Quietly closing it behind me and locking it.
As I walked in, I saw a few small candles strategically placed throughout her house, but did not see Jessica.
I was gently walking into her house looking for her.
I looked across and saw the pool patio glass doors were open.
I said, "Jessica, where are you?"
I then heard this beautiful sexy voice say, "I'm out here." Which was in the direction of the pool.
I walked out through the patio doors and saw her.
She was in the pool near the deep end. Only her head and arms were out of the water.
Her arms were crossed in front of her on the pool deck and her chin was resting on her arms. She was looking right at me.
