I sat down and crossed my legs, reveling in the warm wetness between them. I had been horny before but never like this. I wouldn’t have minded at all if my friend’s brother fucked me immediately over the desk. It would certainly solve my little virginity problem.
When Cooper was done, I practically ran out. I felt kind of bad blowing Camilla off, but she asked so many questions when I went to her desk to pay my head started to spin. It was almost time for me to go back to work anyway.
I headed towards the legal aid office, expecting a rather large box of brochures I really couldn’t afford. It was crazy what had just happened, the sort of out of the blue occurrence that you heard about but don’t really believe. Or, at least, don’t think it could happen to you.
I stopped off for a couple of caramel eclairs at a cute local bakery on the way back to the office. Fully intending to go straight home after work, I would take a bath and watch a movie. Not show up at the design firm at all. That would just be nuts.
Chapter Three
Cooper
It shouldn’t have been an issue or required another thought. This lawyer was just another girl. Pretty yes, sexy even with possibly the most beautiful body I had ever seen, but she was also clearly a bit young for me and far too serious to be a potential girlfriend. I could tell that much by her clothes, coupled with her hairstyle, a severe ponytail. That might have been what was required by her job, but I knew enough to know that dress codes were something to be endured not embraced. However, young Sarah seemed quite comfortable dressed the way she was like she would still do it even if she wasn’t required to. It was odd, but I got a powerful straight-laced, stick-up-the-ass vibe off of her. But I had to admit, her ass was rather nice, stick or no. And her stern expression kept coming up in my imagination.
I wasn’t quite sure how we hadn’t met before, with Sarah being one of Camilla’s friends. Maybe my sister was hiding her from me, for fear I might ravage her. Though I was no beast, the girl did bring that out in me. Sarah was very, very sexy, particularly in business wear. I bet she looked even better out of it.
The lull at the office came as it usually did between lunch and two. Work was still done, but at a much more leisurely pace, the majority of the clients already taken care of. The mornings were the worst. Most other people seemed to have the same push to get things in before noon that I did, even though my workday didn’t actually end until five. I had a “worst first” philosophy that had served me all my life.
I leaned back in my chair, which had been specially designed for such maneuvers, and let out a deep sigh. Relaxation came over me in an awesome wave. If only it could have lasted just a bit longer.
The knocks were light and mostly perfunctory, considering the utter lack of a door on my cubicle.
“Hey, little one.”
“I’m almost thirty,” Camilla groaned, sitting down in the other chair.
“And I’m on the saner side of thirty. You will always be ‘little-one’ to me.”
“Even when I’m nearly sixty?”
“Even then,” I confirmed.
“Good to know,” my sister giggled.
“That girl who was here today, your friend, great legs, bit snobbish.”
“Sarah?”
“Yeah, what’s her story anyway?”
“We met in college. Sarah was a junior when I was a freshman, showed me what’s what and who was who. Bailed me out when trouble would come up.”
“Trouble? There was trouble?” I asked, my big brother instincts kicking in.
“Easy tiger, it was nothing we couldn’t handle, and I got to the other side childless and virginity intact. She advanced to law school, but we still kept in touch. Her family was pretty rich, which is probably where you sensed the snobbiness.”
I nodded. “Why haven’t I met her before?”
“Coincidence, I guess, I certainly wasn’t trying to hide her or anything.”
“Oh, good, because I asked her out.”
Never in my life had I seen Camilla so surprised. She got close when first trying to walk and realizing it didn’t really hurt when she fell down, but it was nothing compared to what happened then. I might as well have told her our puppy was carried off by a pterodactyl.
“It’s not that strange,” I objected.
“Yes, yes, it is that strange. Every dog on earth speaking Assyrian at once levels of strange.”
I puffed out my chest. “What, you think your crazy brother isn’t good enough for your rich, fancy friend?”
“No, no, not at all,” Camilla laughed, though not in a mean way.
“What is it then?”
“Sarah has always just been such a goody-goody. She works for legal aid, you know.”