I want to think it’s for me, but I’m not so sure. Mike has been known to be a player… He dates plenty of women. Surely, he wouldn’t treat me as just another notch on his bedpost.
The rest of the night flies by. We dance a few times and when the DJ changes the music to a slow song, I get nervous and excuse myself to the ladies’ room. I don’t think I could handle being that close to him and being held in his arms. He hasn’t left my side the whole night and when I come out he is standing by the door waiting on me.
I try not to blush when I see him, which is hard to do. I’m sure I’ve been red all night. “Well, I think I need to go home. It’s getting late,” I say and walk past him.
He grabs my hand. “Can I take you home?”
I shake my head, but I still can’t bring myself to look at him. I’m worried if I do, I will throw myself at him. “No, that’s okay. I drove here.”
Still holding my hand, he walks with me to the front door. He waves at a few people that are still here, but he doesn’t stop. “Where are you parked?”
I point over to the corner parking lot and he walks me toward it.
When we reach my car, I unlock it and he opens the door for me, standing back to let me in.
Before I get in, I thank him for a great night.
He leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “I’m glad you came, Carrie.”
I gasp as his lips touch me and my hand instinctively goes to my cheek where his lips were. I slide into my seat and he shuts the door. When I pull out, I look in the rearview mirror, and he’s standing in the same spot watching me drive away.
3
Mike
I walk in to work an hour late the next morning. This is the first time I’ve ever been late. I tried and tried to fall asleep but I couldn’t get the image of Carrie out of my head. Carrie in her form-fitting dress showing off her ample curves. I eventually had to stroke my cock to make it go down. Cold showers just were not doing it.
All I can think about is Carrie. How could she have been right under my nose all this time and I didn’t realize it? I knew she was funny. Heck, I know everything about her. But how did I miss knowing that she was drop dead gorgeous?
When I walk through the front door, it barely shuts before I’m looking straight at the person that caused me to have a sleepless night.
Carrie rises from her desk. Her blond hair, which is usually in a bun, is lying in big curls down her shoulders. She has on a tight-fitting blue shirt that shows off her curves and black pants. I look around for the boxy jacket, wishing I could cover her up and hide her from the rest of the world.
“Here you go.” She walks over and hands me a small stack of messages. Every day. She has done the same thing every day for the last year and I usually just take them, thank her and walk away.
My cock stiffens in my pants and I mutter thank you and walk into my office. My reaction to her is fierce and I don’t know if I can control it being this close to her.
I barely sit down before there is a knock on my door. Excitement surges through me that it could be Carrie. But in a way, I hope it’s not. There’s only so much temptation I can take and I really need to get myself together before I see her next.
“Come in,” I holler.
Charlie walks in. “Hey, Mike, I’m really sorry about last night.”
Pointing, I ask her, “Can you shut the door please?”
She looks back at me surprised but does as I ask.
Accusingly, I ask her, “What did you do?”
Her nose squinches up. “What do you mean? I didn’t do anything.”
Frustrated, I throw my hands in the air. “I mean with Carrie. What did you do to Carrie?”
She giggles. “I know, right? She’s a bombshell, isn’t she?”
Nodding, I have to agree. She is beautiful.
“But why? I don’t get it,” I question her again. I just want to understand.
Her shoulders lift as she takes a deep breath. “Look, I owed her. She really helped me out once when I was having a personal problem and so I thought this would be perfect. She’s been talking about wanting a boyfriend and I knew no one would give her a second glance in those boxy clothes she always wears.”
My brain stopped working after she said the word boyfriend. “What do you mean she wants a boyfriend?”