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Subject: {ASSM} Sex in Adjacent Cubicles (rom MF angst)
Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2002 02:10:05 -0500
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Author: Jack C Lipton <liptonsoup1951@yahoo.com>
Title: Sex in Adjacent Cubicles
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Summary: geeks can fall in love too, even when talking shop
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		 Sex in Adjacent Cubicles

		     by Jack C Lipton


OK, I'll admit it--I was in one of those jobs that proved
itself to be an intelligence test.  The fact that I hadn't
found a new job (or been laid off or otherwise terminated)
just ground it in that I hadn't passed the test yet.  Our
maniacally sadistic menace was Doug;  we joked that we could
re-cast the old anti-drug motto as "Doug abuse:  Be smart,
don't start".

But we'd all started.  We each came close to suffering our
own Doug-induced psychosis.  We've seen some break and be
hauled away by the calm, considerate men in their clean
white coats.  And Doug, despite his flaws, was a *good*
guy; he was egotistical enough that he'd never stab any of
us in the back.

There were compensations though.  Granted, it wasn't
monetary.

The atmosphere wasn't the most comfortable, but at least we
occasionally got to see our products in use when we had to
run and do on-site problem determination.  Our app looked
like it came from the stone age but it did its jobs well
enough--our key application was used to chart medical care.

The R&D (Ruin and Destroy) group had the other side of the
floor from us and were working on new presentation tools
and interface mechanisms while the nine of us who weren't
over there with Doug "Vader" in the "Dark Side" were busy
keeping the core of the system afloat.  We didn't do the
fancy stuff, we concentrated on keeping the internal data
engine working and supporting the screen team that did the
configuration for each customer.

This company had its problems and always went way cheap--
so there was only one other man in the group--and he was
almost as young as the seven women in the crew.  I'd been
thrown in as leavening when most of the other senior folks
went over to the dark side (I was told that this was meant
as "punishment" but it didn't seem so bad to me) so I was
ten years older than the next oldest member of the group.

There was me, Jack, as the senior guy.  I wasn't treated
as a team leader by those outside our "Gang of Nine" but
I was always treated well by my team members.  My team
consisted of Robyn, the only one with a degree in software
engineering, then Silva, Kenny, Sandy, Neelam, Holly, Carla
and our youngest, Patti.  Patti was a prodigy; barely 19
years old, two years of college, she was cheap.  Robyn's
degree should have put her ahead of me (and she occasionally
was) but she was considerate enough to help me--as I helped
her in translating her academic knowledge to the real world.

Like I said, the company was cheap, so none of these young
folks were paid anywhere near what they were worth.  (I
don't think I was being paid enough either, so it wasn't
an unshared illusion.)  About the only reason to hang on
was that we made a good team with Sandy as the "office
mother."  She had a big coffee pot in her cubicle which
she shared with us.

Kenny brought in goodies for us; he'd been a male nurse
who'd decided that clinical work was so annoying he didn't
want to get his hands dirty like that.  He'd started as a
tech representative and by keeping up his supply of techie
bait had gotten quite an education from us.  He was a real
live wire and, if lunch plans were being discussed, you
knew he was involved--with Carla.  They'd been dating for
some time now.  If I hadn't been so intent on my work I
might have realized that their kind of love wanted to be
aggressively contagious.

Of the "girls" (all right, *women*) in the group, only two
were married: Robyn and Holly.  I'd been married but was,
at this point, widowed.  I'd gotten past my grieving but I
was too lazy to find someone new.  I still had a nice house
about a half hour away (on a good traffic day) which was
quite empty.  

So while hearing teeth gnash from one of the other cubes
wasn't unusual (cheap, I tell ya--white noise generators
were "too expensive"), hearing Sandy and Holly comforting
Carla was.  The age difference between me and these young
women was enough for me to take a paternal interest in
them--even though I had no children of my own.  I didn't
like the idea that anyone in their right mind would hurt
Carla.  I liked all of my co-workers and I was defensive
of them--even with some of the managers.  We each had our
weak spots but we worked around them--together.  I wasn't
about to let one of my team members down.

So I went over to Carla's cubicle and found Neelam there
too--sitting in Carla's "guest" chair.  She also looked
less than happy.

"Hey, guys, what's wrong?  Is there something I can help
with?"

Instead of Carla or Neelam, Holly answered: "Jack, only if
you've got a room to rent for Neelam.  Carla and Neelam are
being evicted.  Their apartment house is going condo.  Carla
knows she and Kenny get along well enough, but Neelam will
need to find a new place to live."

I'd heard that they were sharing an apartment to save on
their housing costs, and that they'd found a place fairly
cheap in an area still undergoing gentrification.  I'd
also overheard that Carla hadn't already moved in with
Kenny because she didn't want to abandon Neelam.

I now wonder if I would've made the same offer had I known 
how complicated things would soon become.

"Well, I do have extra rooms, so, if she gets desperate
enough to be able to tolerate having me around, there'd be
little problem with her taking over one of my extra
bedrooms.  I don't have any extra beds so you'd need to
bring one in."

Neelam seemed to brighten at this--which didn't make much
sense.  My personality was such that I tended to rub people
the wrong way, and I was sure these women had seen enough
examples of me putting my foot in my mouth.  Even if she
realized I wouldn't charge much in rent, if anything, this
wasn't an offer to get enthusiastic about.

Carla looked at me more closely, as if disbelieving I said
that.  Even Sandy was looking at me.  The look I got from
Sandy wasn't reassuring; I almost felt like this young
woman was measuring me up.

Once Kenny got in, he talked to Carla for a short while and
they decided that it would be a good time to move in together
and, before the eviction notice expired, they'd be moved.

We got to work dealing with the various maintenance issues
that were pending and I realized, over the day (we all went
to a pizza place for lunch as the "Gang of Nine" as usual)
I was getting funny looks from the rest of the group.

Call me clueless; I had no idea why.  I wasn't paying much
attention to it either since it didn't seem important.  Hah!

On Saturday a small truck pulled into my driveway and I woke
to find all but Robyn and Holly at my door.  I let them in,
guiding them to the kitchen (with a short diversion to show
them the two empty bedrooms from which Neelam could choose)
before taking a quick shower and dressing.  I rejoined them
in the kitchen feeling far more human than I had when I
answered the door.  They'd already tried to brew coffee but
were deterred by the age of the coffee (I didn't drink the
stuff) so had instead attacked my cache of caffeinated soda
from the 'fridge.

I also discovered that my quick shower wasn't all that
quick;  The larger of the two bedrooms already had two new
beds in it and even the smaller one had acquired a bed as
well.

Kenny was apparently elected the spokesman, so "Jack, we
needed to wait until you were out before bringing in the
dressers and clothes.  No, I'm not moving in and nor is,"
reaching for her hand and holding it, looking in her eyes,
"Carla.  Neelam's moving in and Silva wanted to move as
well.  And Patti has really needed to get away from her
parents' house for some time now."

I nodded.  I'm usually pretty passive, but I'd been hearing
that Silva's living arrangements weren't the best and even
"little" Patti had a lot of friction with her parents.
Having three young women in the house may put a strain on
the one and a half bathrooms (not counting my master bath)
but I figured I could cope.  Again, I didn't even consider
the reactions of my neighbors to me hosting a "sorority."

"OK, OK, so let's get 'em unloaded.  It also looks like we
can car-pool as well.  It might be nice having someone drive
_me_ on occasion...", I joked at the end.

I saw Patti blush, which piqued my curiosity.  Why would
this embarrass her?

"What's wrong, Patti?"

She hemmed and hawed a bit, all with an audience.  "Uh, I
hope this won't be a problem, but I can't drive.  I've got a
history of epilepsy so, even with the medication, the state
doesn't want me driving."

While initially surprised with this kind of revelation, only
one response seemed reasonable: "OK, no problem.  We'll take
care of you.  Right, All?"

The smiles she got from all of us was a measure of support I
think she wasn't used to; she hugged each of us as if she'd
been reprieved from prison.

"And remind me that we need to get you an LCD panel at work.
We'll have to put in the paperwork.  I'm sure even with
the push I made to the refresh rate that it's not all that
comfortable to work with."

I got a lot of nods from this.  I didn't know if we could
make it fly but this was a legitimate problem.

Acquiring three boarders like this was something new--I'd
married a woman more than 15 years my senior who had adult
children.  With both of her daughters over 1000 miles away
(and happily married, with little interest in dealing
with me) I'd just gone from a lonely widower to an "uncle".

I hadn't had any real plans for Saturday anyway, so there
wasn't much trouble to move in my new tenants, but, given
their ages, I had to make a couple of baseline requirements
clear: no big parties (as if any of them were party girls)
and no loud boyfriends.  "Also, I hope none of you are
screamers.  The sound-proofing is not really up to that kind
of challenge."

This got me the strangest looks from Neelam and Silva and a
shrug from Patti.  In all there were no disagreements.

Silva and Patti would share the larger of the two bedrooms
while Neelam took the smaller.  Getting the rest of their
meager furnishings in was all but painless (we had to pull
some splinters out of Kenny's left hand) and they were soon
unpacking their clothing and all.  I asked around and got an
order for chinese food put together, which I called in.
Patti called "Shotgun!" when I was getting ready to leave,
so we stepped out (Kenny moved the truck from my driveway;
he was a good fellow) and rode to pick up the food.  I also
nipped into the convenience store to pick up some beer and
wine for my guests, along with bags of ice.

Our return was to a surprisingly clean house--the kitchen
was spotless with plates on the table, the computer chairs
brought in to the table and I could hear the vacuum cleaner
running in my bedroom.  While Patti got the food unloaded
in the kitchen, I followed the vacuum's noise to my bedroom
and found Silva running the vacuum under the bed and Neelam
sorting my clothes.  Carla and Kenny were going over my
book-cases, putting books away and looking them over.  They
left out a small stack of SciFi books on one side; I could
almost predict their plan.  My video collection was not all
that amusing to Sandi; she noticed me and looked up with
"Don't you have anything ... naughty?"

I shook my head.  "Sorry, I'm more boring than BlockBuster.
Not much point in it, y'know?  Anyway, all, the food's here
so now's a good time to take a break.  And you shouldn't be
doing all this, I'll get spoiled."

At least they all got a chuckle out of this; there was not
quite a mad scramble for the bathrooms to wash up.

We had a wild late lunch, it was almost as frenetic as the
full gang would be.  It was a good thing my kitchen was just
big enough because I'd set up the dining room as my home
computer server farm--which got a lot more comments.

Our late lunch done, we got into setting up each girl's
computer(s).  Patti had three, all ready for EtherNet.  I
put up her AirPort onto my network so that she could use
her iBook from anywhere in the house--which triggered a
lot of discussion.

There was no doubt, we were all geeks.  I had enough spare
ethernet cards that both Neelam's and Silva's PCs got opened
and upgraded on the spot, before setting up their own PC
tables in the room and cabling them into my network.  (I
hosted a website from my house so I had access to both a
normal RoadRunner cable modem but also had a commercial
throughput modem as well.)  There was no doubt they were
very pleased; this was quite an upgrade.  Patti had also
been living with being choked through a modem so she was
quite happy to have so much bandwidth to surf with.

Before I got out of the dining room to go back to cleaning
the kitchen, it was already cleaned and I found Patti with
her iBook on the table showing it off to the others.  (Even
I was drooling over it.)

We soon moved to the living room where we all pretty much
started to discuss the political situation at work (we all
agreed that it sucked) and the girls (except for Silva and
Patti) were working through the beer.  Kenny, aware of his
need to drive the truck (and ferry Sandi and Carla in it)
stopped after one beer but Carla was small enough for it
to catch up to her; she was cuddling up to him.

Patti wouldn't touch it, commenting that she didn't need it
undoing any of her antiseizure medication, so only Neelam,
Sandi, and Carla were drinking anything.  I hadn't bought
much beer so no one was likely to get enough to pass out or
puke.

But the effects on the rest of us were present; we were all
relaxed when Carla jumped up and then straddled Kenny's lap,
wrapped her arms around him and started to kiss him.  At
first he was reluctant, looking at us, but we shrugged and
they were soon going at it.

Silva looked at them with an almost wistful expression.  I
knew she was in the country on an H-1B visa, just like
Neelam was (the company was way cheap) but we didn't know
much of her story, so I started drawing it out of her.  We
already knew she was from Pakistan--but we didn't know her
family was originally Iranian.  Silva was happy to be out
from under the religious requirements for now and wished
she could settle down in the U.S.  Her attempts to apply for
citizenship were shot down given the paranoia of the land.
Neelam's attempts at gaining citizenship were much further
along.  Even with her pretty lousy pay-check she was still
sending money back to India--and she told us she'd be damned
if she'd go back to the man her parents wanted to marry her
off to.  Patti had already exposed her deepest, darkest
secret; she also was afraid of most men (why not me though?)
because of her family life growing up.

We finally wound down and we hugged and squeezed each other
goodbye and we watched as Kenny, Sandy and Carla climbed
into the truck (with a couple of my scifi paperbacks) for
their ride home.  I got escorted into my house by my three
new companions.

We worked together to get my room finished and I helped them
with their rooms and we even cleaned all three bathrooms.
It was pretty soon that we all said our goodnights and went
off to collapse.

Sunday morning the surprises started.

*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

I wasn't expecting to have a naked woman walk through my
bedroom in the morning.  From the skin color I could see
it was Patti, heading into my bathroom.  I was still a
little woozy as I heard the shower start up and it was easy
to roll over and fade back out.  I'd need to take this up
with her later.

When I finally awakened completely, I checked to make sure
my bathroom was empty before starting my morning routine.

I was in the shower when I was interrupted by Neelam's
voice: "Jack, let me wash your back."

I turned and there she was--short, well rounded, beautiful
of face and voice--and getting wet.  Her smile was very
nice.  I answered, "Only if you let me wash yours."

I was instantly blinded by one of the most brilliant smiles
ever seen by mortal man.  I turned around, dazed.

"No, silly, like this..."  she turned me back around to face
me, took the soapy washcloth from my hand, and rubbed her
breasts and bush against me as she reached around me to wash
my back.  I wrapped my arms around her and she rested her
head on my chest, before she worked her way down to my butt.

On her knees in front of me she washed my legs and feet,
and started to wash my genitals.  Since it'd been three
years since my wife had died of cancer, I was still quite
non-responsive so I didn't humiliate myself by getting hard
in her hands.

She finally worked herself back up my front and kissed me.
It wasn't a very deep kiss but it was a pleasant thing to
feel, and, upon pulling back, I started to wash her back
with the freshly re-soaped cloth.  I used the same basic
technique, working my way down, but there were points of
interest to me as a man, like her nipples--which got quite
a bit of attention as my hands worked their way down to her
very squeezable butt.  I was soon kissing her mound of venus
despite her bush and even worked her labia as her legs got
soaped and scrubbed by me.

She was apparently not a screamer.  She moaned pretty loud
though.  Unlike Vivian (my dead wife) there was no doubt in
my mind when she orgasmed on my tongue.  She tasted very
good, too.

When I finished soaping her front and we rinsed off we found
an audience of naked girls.

Patti said, "That sounded good, I can't wait for my turn.
Silva, you okay with this?"

I heard Silva answer her with an "all right"; Neelam kissed
me and stepped out.  The next thing I knew was I had Silva
pressed to me and I started to lovingly wash her back,
working my way down to her little ass and squeezing her
cheeks as I gave her nipples more than a little bit of
attention before I was kissing her mons and running my
tongue up and down her vulva, exploring her womanhood
and ... where was her clitoris?

Now my experience with Viv had taught me that the clitoris
could be difficult to find, so I had been surprised to find
Neelam's big enough to be found easily, but my tongue, as
sensitive as it was, found nothing like a clitoris in
Silva's slit;  I could hear her moans but she wasn't going
over.  Even with my attention to her legs, she couldn't
seem to climax.  She finally asked me to stop when she was
too weak to stand, so I did.  I worked my way back up,
hugged her to me under the hot water, doing my best to
comfort this frustrated young woman.

When we finally unclasped she stepped out, then ducked back
in to kiss me, "I'm sorry, Jack, it was so wonderful but...
my parents gave me the operation.  I'm so sorry, I thought,
Oh, that it wouldn't be so bad ..."

She recoiled at the look on my face;  I don't think I've
ever seen a woman look so frightened.  Silva collapsed to
the floor crying, wailing about not being enough of a woman
for me.

I have never been so angry in my life.  I've never been even
a tenth this angry, ever before.  I wanted to kill.  I mean,
I wanted to KILL.  Somebody had hurt this little girl so
grievously.  I stepped out of the shower, reached down to
this slight girl, picked her up and carried her to my bed
where I held her tight, cuddling her, telling her I cared
about HER and didn't want her hurt, that I could never hurt
HER, that I was angry at her parents for mutilating such a
beautiful bright woman and apologizing to her for scaring
her.  Everything seemed to crystalize into a coherent pattern
within me when I finally told her "I love you too much to
hurt you.  I don't want anyone to ever hurt you again."

Patti climbed in behind Silva and held her, and even Neelam
joined us as I held and rocked this sobbing young woman.

It was like her parents had cut out a piece of my own soul; 
they'd opened a part of my rage I'd never really felt
before.

Silva finally fell asleep and I continued to hold her; the
girls helped to move her so her head was on my right
shoulder and her leg over mine in a possessive move.  It
was a somber moment.  My own eyes were full of water just
thinking about what she'd been through.   Patti surprised
me by quietly saying "Jack, you could get revenge on her
family, you know, and you don't even have to hurt anyone
directly."

Neelam was nodding now.  "Jack, marry her.  I've got a shot
at citizenship without cheating but she doesn't.  Keep her
here away from those animals.  And don't let her send any
money back there.  Maybe if she has any little sisters we
can get them out before they get cut up."

There was a part of that whole plan that appealed to me.
I looked at this hurt woman lying with her head on me, such
a beautiful face, her body savagely mutilated in that part
that made life more than just barely tolerable.  This hurt
ME though--she'd been turned into a neuter but she'd have
all of the drives any other woman would have with so little
ability to satisfy the urges.  Could I ever feel complete
without being able to bring my mate to ecstacy?  

How they could read me to this degree I didn't know;  Patti
added "We'd want her to share you with us, you know.  At
least you'd be able to feel like you can bring someone
pleasure."  That cut right to the heart of the matter--I
didn't think I could feel like a man without being able to
bring pleasure to my mate.  There may be some males that
could enjoy this kind of masturbation but in my heart I
would never be able to consider them to be men.

I got kisses from both Patti and Neelam as they got up to
clean up and make us all breakfast.

I apparently dozed with this wonderful weight on me that a
part of me had missed for so long until Patti came in--
still quite naked--to announce that breakfast was ready. 
Both Silva and I drifted to wakefulness together, looked
in each other's eyes, and kissed each other gently, before
climbing out of the bed.  I left the covers open so the
damp sheets would have a chance to air dry as we followed
Patti to the kitchen.

Silva wouldn't let me don a robe, so we sat down to a
breakfast of pancakes and bacon (the latter Silva avoided)
au naturel.  It was nice to have company at the table like
this.  I was getting used to this.  We carefully avoided
mention of Silva's problems until the very end.

It was Neelam who fired the first salvo, with "Silva, do you
really want to return to your family in Pakistan?"

She shook her head, an emphatic no.  I could tell her eyes
were filling.  Mine were too.

"Jack?  Remember the conditions!"

I nodded and focussed my attention on Silva.  "Silva, Patti
and Neelam want you to agree to sharing me with them before
you can answer a question."

She crooked an eyebrow--she must've watched a LOT of Star
Trek to perfect that spockish look.  "Yes, I'd share you.
You're kind to me.  You were hurt and I thought you were
angry with me--and then I find out that you're hurting for
me and are really angry at my parents.  So, yes, I'll stay
with you until my visa runs out.  And I'll miss you every
day once I leave--and I'll miss you all."  She looked at
both Patti and Neelam and I could see the caring in her
eyes.

It was my turn.  "Silva, this is important.  We don't want
you to have to leave.  Even though I'm so much older than
you, I can marry you.  Granted, I can't consummate the
marriage, but we can try to fake it for you.  It's just
that Patti and Neelam don't want to be left out."

I could see the tears running down her face;  There was no
way she could see anything through the water in her eyes.
I brushed her tears and pulled her to my lap, lift her chin
and kissed her.  "So, Silva, will you marry me?"

She immediately squeezed me tight and said, "Yes.  Please"
before she put her arms around me head and worked hard on
kissing me.  There was no doubt in my mind her intentions
in this--I felt very loved by her.  I'd never been kissed
so thoroughly before.

Once we came up for air I sat back, she cuddled up to me
with her head on my shoulder and I heard Neelam ask, "You
can't consummate the relationship?"

I shook my head.  I felt Silva squeeze me.  "I've been ...
impotent ... since Vivian died.  That's my deep, dark
secret.  I care about you all very much and, well, I'm
flattered by the attention."

I saw tears forming in Patti's eyes now, "Oh, Jack..."

Neelam was also upset, adding "I'm sorry we've been teasing
you so much.  You're so wonderful for us to be around at
work and you're kind and considerate of us here, too.  We
really do want to take care of you."

An "Alpha Male" is a phrase that can't be used in the same
county as me, much less be applied _to_ me, but now I had
three frankly superior examples of femininity pursuing me.
In so few hours I'd come to adore their companionship with
me.  Just yesterday I had loved them as if they were my
sisters; my love for them had since evolved.

Neelam left the table to start picking up;  "Silva, could
you help me so that Patti can finally have a turn with our
man?"  She put the stress on the "our" for me to hear it
and know I was wanted.

Silva squeezed me again, kissed me quickly, added "Be good
to Patti."  She then whispered in my ear "she's wanted you
for almost a year now."

I got up, put my hand out for Patti to take, and helped her
stand.

Unlike Silva who couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds,
Patti couldn't have weighed less than 130; she was taller
than I was (OK, so I'm only 5'9") at 6'2" with piercing blue
eyes to go with her blonde hair.  She kissed me and dragged
me back to my big shower stall and got the water running at
a comfortably warm temperature before dragging me in.

Going around the house in the nude was a great time-saver.
This might be something to keep up.  I was getting to like
it.

We were soon kissing under the water and we did the washing
cycle, with me working on her back (and her front-facing
accoutrements with my mouth) and I learned that Patti was a
screamer.  My actual sexual experience was pretty shallow
but I'd heard stories about this and having her coming on
my tongue like this was like a drug to me.  I suddenly felt
so sexually competent that ... well, my dick twitched.  I
didn't get an erection, but I felt good.  Patti finally sat
down on the floor of the shower, moaning.  I held her close
to me, letting her know how precious I felt her to be.

She finally got her strength back up, stood with me, and
started to wash me, starting with my hair.  I kept feeling
her body touch mine as my eyes were closed and she washed me
down, when I realized we weren't alone--all three women
were in the shower with me, washing me, keeping me from
seeing with the shampoo in my face.  I felt shaving cream
being applied to my face, carefully, lovingly--and it felt
like I was in Heaven.  The razor wasn't much of a surprise
on my face, but the fingers working my cheeks as my stubble
was removed was almost orgasmic in itself.  My hands were
placed in a pair of pussies which I could play with and I
was backed against the wall as I was being rubbed by all
three of these women.

My hair and face were being rinsed as I felt what had to be
Silva rubbing up and down my front (this deduced by the
presence of a clitoris in each pussy my hands were playing
with) and I felt odd ...

I still had too much water on my face to open my eyes and I
wasn't ready to remove my hands from the wonderful places
they were when the sensation of something sucking on my dick
made me realize I had an erection!  With this realization
and how exciting it was to be so wanted, I felt myself reach
a sudden climax, moaning loudly, I didn't have any time to
warn Silva of my arrival.  It had been so long!

My knees were buckling as I slid down the wall in shock, my
hands leaving their warm loving havens, slumped against the
wall, seemingly boneless.

Yes, I felt boneless, like a rubber chicken, except ...

I still had something standing up while the rest of me
couldn't.  I saw it, I'd missed it, I was moved to tears, so
sure was I that I'd never see it again.  And then I lost
sight of it as Silva hid it--moaning as she slid down on me
and crying out as she lost her virginity to me.  I cried out
from the pressure and moaned as we were fully seated.

She was aggressive--there was no way I could avoid this.
We kissed, we hugged, I played with her small breasts, I
rubbed her back, my attention completely drawn to her most
beatific of expressions, as she moved up and down on me.
She was getting something from her cyclic motions, she was
moaning, which got me completely worked up and this time I
could warn her, "Oh, Sweetheart, I'm going to come soon!
Oh, God, you're wonderful, Uh..." until I fired into her
(and I felt her sudden pulsing and clasping insides) as
she grunted with me.  I'd almost believe that she'd actually
reached a climax with me, despite her lack.

As we came down from this, she kissed me again before she
used her smile to blind me.

So I said, to try to blind her back, "I love you, Mrs
Lipton."  It worked but triggered another sunburst of a
smile.

Both Silva and I were pretty much scorched after that and
we were rinsed again, dried and put in my bed together to
nap.  As we slowly drifted off, we gently kissed each other
and rhythmically squeezed each other.

It had been so long since I'd felt so loved and appreciated.
We'd worked together for so long in a cubicle farm that we
already knew enough about each other to be recognized for
who we were, and the company's cheapness had made it easier
for us to bond emotionally.

After so long with no one, I had found another to love,
honor, cherish--and protect.


			   Fini



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Jack C Lipton                                  liptonsoup1951@yahoo.com
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