I laughed. Sasha stood up.

I rose and stretched. Noticing that at some point we’d knocked over my jar of paper clips, I leaned over my desk to pick them up. I felt a gentle pressure on my back as Sasha pushed me forward. I heard the squeak as she sat in my chair. She scooted up right behind me. I felt her hands run up my thighs. She put her hands around my waist and arched my back. I felt her put a finger in my ass as her tongue found my pussy. The pleasure I had from her tongue action and the rhythm of her finger caused me to cum quickly. I fell forward.

After resting a little more, I stood up. Unfortunately, it was time to leave. I straightened my desk and started putting on my clothes. I glanced over at Sasha, who was staring intently at me.

I was the first to speak. “I wish I could stay with you, but…”

“I know, you have a man.” I began buttoning my shirt. “But tell me this.” Sasha walked to me and fixed the collar on my blouse. “Has he ever made you cum as hard as you did with me?” She placed a series of small kisses along my neck.

“No, he never has.”

Sasha looked me in my eyes. “We could be so good together.”

“If it’s meant to be, it will be.”

We shared a hug and a final kiss before parting ways.

As I drove home, I thought of what I’d told Sasha. My boyfriend had never made me cum as hard or as many times as she had. Shit, many times I found myself handling my own needs long after he went to sleep. If tonight was any indication, I would never have to worry about that with Sasha.

I looked at Raymond. “I went to visit Mom earlier today. That must’ve happened when she hugged me.”

“Oh, okay.” He easily accepted my answer.

I made my way to our master bathroom and started the water. I was about to put the gel beads in the water when Raymond walked through the door.

“Baby, I know you’re tired, but your assistant Sasha is on the phone. She said you dropped a page out of the magazine you need to take to the printer tomorrow.”

“Shit.”

“She said she’s waiting for you at the office.”

“Damn, okay, Raymond. I’m going back to the office. Since it fell out, it might take us a while to put it back in place and make sure we have the perfect order.”

“My baby, the workaholic.”

I gave Raymond a kiss. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I practically ran out the door; trying to get back to Sasha.

Samantha Green is a nineteen-year-old from Shreveport, Louisiana. She loves reading and writing and currently attends Centenary College of Louisiana. She can be reached at [email protected]

Underneath

Alison Tyler

A bevy of bras dangled becomingly from the silver metal shower bar.

Silk stockings in a rainbow of colors were pinned carefully to the clothesline strung across the bathroom.

And then there were the panties—lace-edged, ruffled, sheer, satin. More choices than you’d find in a Victoria’s Secret catalog.

I admired the vision as if a patron at a high-end art gallery. A patron who would look but never, ever buy. Sure, I understood what lingerie was for. I simply didn’t have a use for frilly undergarments myself. Pretty panties were for pretty girls, and I hadn’t in my entire life felt pretty. I wasn’t wallowing. I’d simply grown satisfied with my slightly rough-girl style: jeans, always jeans, dark denim Levi’s paired with short-sleeved T-shirts when it was warm. Long-sleeved plus a hoodie when it was cold. Lingerie was for the sultry sorority chicks on my dorm floor, the girly-girls who went to ice cream socials, who wore wee little miniskirts, who knew the names of the different fingernail polishes they adored: Romeo Red, I’m not Really a Waitress, Vamp.

I observed these twittering chicklets in the communal girls’ room getting ready for dances or dates, and I felt more than a bit out of place in my striped cotton boxers and tight-ribbed T-shirts. What use would I have for their bras, even if I wanted one? I’m as flat-chested as they come. Still, I knew where I fell in the beauty hierarchy, and I knew that those candy-colored confections were not for me.

“Why the fuck are you wearing that?”

That is, until Doreen came along.

I stood in the bathroom, brushing my teeth, and I had to rinse and spit before I said, “Excuse me?” My eyes were wide at the tone of her voice.

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