It was around 2 am when we concluded and went to sleep. What an amazing day.
Around 5 am in the morning, I woke up to some disturbance. She was giving me a blowjob with my flaccid penis. I honestly doubt I could get hard again after so many rounds.
“Olivia, I think I need a timeout.”
She ceased her blowjob for a moment, looked up at me.
“Just relax. I am doing this for me.”
Okay… Whatever man. Suck on my dick then, feels good anyway.
Sure enough, after a while, I got hard somehow. And she climbed on top and started riding me. I was simply too tired to fuck yet the effort needed to stop her was too much as well. So I simply laid down and enjoyed the show… Watching her bounced up and down my dick. Moaning away, her breasts bouncing. I reached up to grab her tits and squeezed them.
She cried out in between rasped breaths.
“Vin… I’m… Cumming… Fuck.”
Damn, life’s good when there’s sex.
The following Monday, I came to work wondering if it would be awkward being around Olivia after the whole sex carnival last Saturday.
She had made it clear that she still loved her husband and I supposed I was merely a play thing… Not even a fuck buddy. Something to satisfy her needs, to provide stress relief. She revealed that she hadn’t had sex in 3 months. Must be why she humped me like some animal in heat. And we ended things pretty cool, we kissed, and I left her place on Sunday morning. Highly doubt there will be any second round, but whatever, had sex.
Arriving in the office, with thoughts on Olivia, I almost got hit by an axe.
WTF? Narrowly avoiding it, I saw Melanie, with a grin on her face, swishing the axe playfully. It looked like the ones the Vikings used.
“Relax… It’s a prop.”
“Seems like someone had a good weekend.”
“Yeah, yacht party on Saturday. You should come, it’ll be fun.”
We walked to our department, discussing plans to go to her next party. As I headed to my desk, I noticed she gave me a funny look. Did I split my pants? Checked, nope. Weird.
Olivia was busy working already and had her head down. So much for awkwardness. Meh, oh well.
During lunch, Melanie and I ordered takeaway spaghetti meatballs and ate in the office. Heading to the pantry to dispose of the litter, I found myself cornered by Melanie. She had this inquisitive look.
“Yes?”
“Vin, how’s your weekend?”
Really? You cornered me in the pantry just to ask me how my weekend was? What’s next, you were going to ask me if Harry Potter and unicorns were real?
“Eh… The usual. Why?”
“Hmm, really?”
She led me to a more private and quiet part of the pantry, leaned in and whispered.
“Seems like you had a bit of fun over the weekend. A bit too much fun, huh?”
There’s no way Olivia would tell Melanie, what did she stand to gain from it? Were they closer than they appeared to be?
Sensing my puzzled look, Melanie broke out in a fit of laughter.
“You have a love bite on your lower neck, dummy. It is noticeable at certain angles.”
“Right… Okay.”
“So… Who’s the unlucky girl this time?”
Clearly, she hadn’t forgotten the number of times I teased her about the guys in the office hitting on her. She’s taking full opportunity to get her ‘payback’. She gave me an amused look, nudging me for answers. I figured telling her half of the truth ought to suffice.
“Excuse me? Unlucky? It was some random girl. I crashed at her place.”
Melanie turned away for a moment to help herself to some yogurt in the pantry. Giving me some as well, she resumed her questioning.
“So where did you pick her up? Wait, wait… Do I know her? Haha.”
I hesitated for a moment, truth or to fabricate some story? She glared at me as I paused and deliberated.
“Vin? Bro code, I won’t tell anyone, seriously.”
Fuck it, YOLO.
“Olivia.”
“Hahaha!”
She exploded in laughter, doing a mini jumping and dancing routine… Causing a few of our co-workers to turn heads. Right… I forgot I was dealing with a teenager here. So much for discretion. She stopped her celebratory jiggle and smiled.
“So? How’s she like?”
“She’s good, I suppose.”
“Vin, c’mon. You can do better than that. Tell me more. Wait, is she better than me? How many times did you do it? Who made the first move?”
“Mel, chill. It is a one-off thing alright. And to be honest, I don’t recall much of our night.”
“So… I wasn’t memorable?”
“Whoa… Chill princess, I am just saying I was too wasted to remember much.”
“Tsk, men. Whatever… At least, I got something interesting to spice up today. Lucky you though, Olivia has a good body.”
With that, we went back to work. Nothing eventful happened the next two weeks. It was mostly just Melanie teasing me about Olivia whenever Olivia had her back turned. Taking phallic objects like hot dogs, along with doughnuts from the pantry and fooling around. Sending me pictures of her attempting various orgasm faces with the caption ‘Recreating Olivia‘s O face’.
It helped to create a happier atmosphere, I supposed. She and I went from good pals to really close friends, often hanging out after work whenever she wasn’t requested for by her father to make an appearance at some event, local or overseas. The downside of being the only child, I supposed. We only did not see each other on the weekends, I was busy resting, gym-ing and catching up with other friends. Whereas for her, I assumed she would be busy partying on her yacht, travelling to nearby islands.
I wouldn’t say we were intimate, we were just very open to each other about everything. The most I ever did was a peck to her forehead after seeing her home. Was I developing feelings for her?
The relationship with Olivia and I continued the way it was. We both pretended as if nothing special had occurred, although I did notice she kept our conversations to a minimum and very professional. I supposed there was some awkwardness in the end. It stressed me out a little, knowing our relationship was no longer the same. And also, secretly, deep down, I wished we were fuck buddies. She was really wonderful in bed, her husband was a really lucky guy.
“Hey Vin, you free this weekend? Wanna celebrate Halloween?”
It was the start of the week leading up to Halloween, which happened to fall on Sunday. Melanie was leaning over her desk and looking at my work, awaiting my reply.
“Sure. I don’t really celebrate, but okay. Sounds like fun.”
In a soft whisper, she asked if I wanted Olivia to come.
“It’s okay. No need for that.”
Giggling, Melanie returned to her work. That night, I received a whatsapp message from her.
‘Btw, everyone’s coming in a costume. You better get one.’
‘Oh man. That’s kinda troublesome.’
‘Come in your birthday suit then.
’
‘-.-‘