“I needed an enumeration of potential workstations, so I am able to requisite the appropriate amount of network interface cards.”
Reggie pushed her lanky frame away from the wall and closed the distance between us. With her looming over me, any possible thought flew out of my brain. My gaze locked on her mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue slipped out, briefly moistening them.
“Are you trying to intimidate me?” she asked.
Barely able to breathe and completely unable to speak, I simply shook my head.
“Because I understand geekspeak.” She stepped back. “I’ve seen you looking at me. I think you like what you see. But you think I’m just dumb muscle, don’t you?”
I started to hyperventilate.
I was so embarrassed and so nervous that I thought I’d be sick. I didn’t know if she was dumb or not. I didn’t care. Not true. If she was smart, it would make her all the hotter. So she was smart, hot, and staring at me. I was feeling light-headed. Dear God, please don’t let me faint. Not here. Breathe, Keisha. Breathe.
My peripheral vision got fuzzy; my legs turned to rubber.
“Keisha!” I heard from a distance. “Keisha, talk to me. Say something, anything.”
I opened my eyes and saw Reggie’s staring into mine. I realized with a start that my head was in her lap. I rolled over to get up but felt her strong hands on my shoulders.
“I don’t think you need to be getting up just yet,” she said quietly, brushing her hand over my hair. “Just relax for a minute…if you can.”
Relax? Was she kidding?
“You’re tensing again, Keisha. Close your eyes. Let your nervousness go. Take deep breaths.”
If I kept my head in her lap much longer, she’d be hearing some heavy breathing. I closed my eyes as instructed, which helped. At first. With my eyes closed, my other senses were heightened. The feel of her fingers lightly combing through my hair made my nipples as hard as my clit. More intense was my sense of smell. My head was inches from her cunt and I could smell her musky scent. It was strong, yet muted. My mouth watered with each breath as her aroma tickled my nose.
“Why are you so uptight? Man, you fainted rather than have a conversation. Much as I’d like that to stroke my ego, I know it’s not just me. You’re intelligent, successful, and attractive. Do you really not see that?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I closed my eyes and reveled in the feeling of her fingers in my hair. Combining that with the heat radiating from her crotch, I wondered if I could come lying there.
“You’re starting to relax,” she continued. “I can tell you’re a special lady, you know. I sure wish we could have a regular conversation.”
A regular conversation? Like what? Wanna fuck? Do me? I wished I could talk to her. My mind was racing, searching for a suitable statement.
“You’re tensing again. What’s wrong? Look, Keisha, I would like to talk to you sometime, but it’s not worth you fainting again. Settle down.”
I knew this was my chance. If I didn’t act then, I’d never forgive myself. If I told her how I felt, would I scare her off? There had to be something else to say. To start things off. If I said nothing, she’d think I was an idiot. I was in a veritable quandary.
My whole body tightened. I felt nauseated, frozen with fear. But I knew I had to do it.
“How is it that you understand geekspeak?” I inquired.
She laughed. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it? To answer your question, I’m a closet technofreak. I love computers, electronics, anything like that. I happened to minor in computer science at DePaul.”
“You did?” I sat up and turned to look at her, finding her more attractive than ever.
“You wonder why I’m working in maintenance, don’t you?”
But I wasn’t. I was thinking she was even more perfect than I could have imagined. Every hot fantasy I’d had—every time I’d come for her—at no point had I ever been that turned on. Fuck conversation.
Leaning forward, I placed my hands on her solid, broad shoulders and pressed her to the ground, quickly pressing my lips to hers. She resisted slightly and I panicked. I was about to pull away when I felt her relax and kiss me back. It was better than I’d dreamed. Her lips were soft, yet firm. When her tongue pressed against my lips, begging for entry, my mouth welcomed her gladly. My pussy clenched, and I knew I needed to come and soon.
Our tongues caressed each other, teasing, pleasing. I spread my legs and tried to straddle Reggie, but my skirt was too confining. I started to hike it up, but she stopped me.
“Hey. We’re kinda in a public place,” she pointed out. “Maybe we should continue this a little later. When we have some privacy.”
Was she kidding? I grabbed her hand and put it on my cunt. Even through the nylons, I knew she’d feel how wet I was. I heard her groan and joined her when she pressed the crotch into me.