101 EROTICA STORIES (77 page)

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Betty chanted breathlessly. “You’re going to drive me nuts, Nina, but don’t stop, oh, please don’t stop.”

Nina’s tongue went on sliding in and out of Betty’s slit, which was now soaking wet. Betty was so wet, in fact, that some of her juices began to trickle down her thighs. She felt them drip down but paid them no attention. She was close to coming all over again, and a few moments later, she did just that.

Betty screamed into her arm as she came. The orgasm grew from nothing to that of a giant wave in a matter of seconds, and it consumed her completely. She shook and shuddered, with Nina having to keep a hold on her lest she fall into the floor. Betty shut her eyes tightly, surrendering to the flesh-ripping tidal wave of pleasure that coursed through her from seemingly everywhere. When she felt she was done, she opened her eyes and lay where she was—still on the chair, in fact—panting heavily. The sound of her rapid breathing filled the small room.

When she felt she could control herself enough to avoid falling all over the floor, Betty sat up straight. She saw Nina had remained kneeling in front of her. Nina was busy licking Betty’s fresh come right off her fingers. Some of the body fluids had smeared her cheeks and dotted her chin, but she licked all those off too. The sight amazed Betty and made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Hell, she felt scorching hot! She had never experienced being wanted by another woman, but now that she had, she liked the feeling. It was amazing. Not to mention Nina had touched her in all the right places, sending her into one explosive orgasm.

“Nina, that was incredible,” Betty said shyly as she fixed her underwear and navy blue dress in place. Nina had stood up and was once again seated on the office chair behind the desk.

Nina grinned in response. “I knew you’d like it,” she said proudly. “Rachel made a good call this time. I’ll have to tell her that.”

Betty wasn’t sure she understood what Nina meant, but she smiled all the same. She was still panting slightly, but her breathing had pretty much resumed to normal now. Then she remembered the job. She looked at Nina anxiously, and Nina must have seen the look on her face because Nina suddenly chuckled.

“Betty, Betty,” she said, shaking her head. “No need to worry. The job’s yours.”

Betty was stunned. Could it be true? “That’s it?” she asked, disbelief evident in her voice. “But what about the interview?”

Nina smiled. “That was the interview, babe.” She placed her hands on her desk, and Betty had to stop herself from checking if Nina’s hands still had traces of her own come on them. “I don’t owe you an explanation, to be honest, but I don’t do this often. You should be proud of yourself, Betty.”

“Yeah, I guess I am,” Betty answered. She was still in disbelief.

Nina stood up. Betty did too. “Interview’s over,” Nina announced. She extended a hand, which Betty shook. With relief, she noticed the hand wasn’t the least bit sticky. “I’ll see you then. Rachel will give you a call and tell you the details.”

“Yeah, thanks, Nina,” Betty said.

Nina grinned. “I like you. I’ll see you around.”

Betty walked out of the office with a slight skip in her steps. She had gotten the job!

Lightning sliced through the dark, wet sky, illuminating the soaked surroundings that lay below at its mercy. For a second, the entire street was filled with a bright white light. Gina winced a little and narrowed her eyes into slits. A few seconds later, the rumbling sound of thunder filled the air, seemingly swallowing the house whole into its midst. Unable to help herself again, Gina shuddered. It was the first time in a long time she remembered being afraid of the rain.

She looked out the sky again through the clear glass windows of the house that wasn’t hers and had to bite back a scream that threatened to erupt from her as the fantastic lightning made its way again. The world went bright for a second, followed by a very loud rumbling sound that reminded her of giant bowling pins being knocked down the floor by an equally gigantic bowling ball. She was unable to stop herself from shuddering, though. She decided she had had enough fright to last her a lifetime, so she let go of the curtain and turned to settle back into the large sofa in the living room.

Geoff wandered into the living room at the same moment. He was naked from the waist up and had on dark pajama bottoms with paw prints on them. The pajama bottoms, though obvious at first glance they cost a lot, screamed of comfort. The childlike prints provided an unusual contrast to Geoff’s muscular frame. He was a tall man that looked like he had been equipped with ripped muscles since the day he was born. His tan skin complemented his buff frame perfectly, and one could almost see his muscles ripple with every movement.

For a man his height and size, Geoff moved gracefully, almost stealthily. He was agile too and had a charming smile that made the corners of his dark-blue eyes crinkle every time he gave one. Most of the women in the office were head over heels into Geoff Benson. It also didn’t hurt that he was smart, articulate, and had a healthy sense of humor to boot. He was also very friendly and polite to everyone in the office, cementing his status further as the ultimate office heartthrob.

Gina and Geoff were coworkers. Both had joined the firm almost at the same time, so it was no surprise they were the closest in the team. They had a healthy amount of respect for each other and valued the other’s opinion. Gina had the smarts and healthy sense of humor that matches Geoff’s. Because they click together perfectly, the two were one of the firm’s most effective tandems. They were often asked to team up over projects frequently because most of the time, they manage to exceed expectations, thus impressing their bosses and supervisors. For the day, their boss had given them a spur-of-the-moment task that they couldn’t just say no to. The project had a near deadline, so Geoff suggested to Gina that they spend time at his house right after work.

Gina had found herself hesitating. She was perfectly aware of Geoff’s striking looks, but they had known each other for a long time now, so it was hard to think of him that way. She knew he meant no harm, that what he wanted was a perfectly business-related reason to spend time with her, but she still found herself excited at the thought. Somehow, the thought that most girls in the office would kill to be in her pumps right now thrilled her. Of course she didn’t let on the fact that Geoff’s invitation made her feel giddy. She knew of her reputation as a serious, no-nonsense kind of woman, and she intended to make it stay that way. Not that she didn’t have the looks to catch the men’s attention. With her long blond hair, light-blue eyes, and clear complexion, Gina could snag any man she wanted to. But that was just the thing. She didn’t want any man; in fact, she didn’t want a man. It wasn’t that she was a lesbian, although she had considered the idea for some time. No, she didn’t have the hots for women. She just didn’t feel like spending her time with a man at the moment. Her career was her ultimate priority, and she didn’t see herself giving that up with anything else anytime soon.

“Some weather we’re having,” Geoff commented. He plopped herself down on the same sofa as Gina was sitting on, but he sat at the opposite end of the couch, putting a very safe several inches between them.

“Yeah,” Gina agreed, glancing anxiously out the window as the street outside was filled with light again. “I don’t hate the rain, but the way things are going, well, I’m thinking of reconsidering that.”

“I think the rain’s cool,” Geoff said. He draped an arm over the back of the couch. Gina found herself having to exert an amount of willpower that was more than usual to draw her eyes away from those toned arms, pecs, and washboard abs. She never thought she could find forearms to be sexy, but that word described Geoff’s quite accurately.

“I’ve always loved to play in the rain,” Geoff went on. He scratched at his stomach absently. The gesture was rather intimate, and Gina felt as if she had been punched in the stomach. She had never thought of seeing Geoff do something as ordinary as scratching himself in the stomach, but he was doing it. She felt a blush creep toward her cheeks, and she hurriedly bent over her knee.

“Gina, are you okay?” Geoff asked, alarmed. He started to rise off the couch, but Gina shook her head, telling him to remain where he was. And he did.

“Relax, Geoff, I’m okay,” she assured him as she scratched an imaginary itch somewhere in her foot. “I just got an itch right here.” She smiled to show him she was indeed all right, and she was relieved when he smiled right back.

The lights overhead flickered a little, and both looked up immediately. Geoff frowned. “I hope the power’s not going down or anything,” he said.

“Maybe I should go,” Gina said.

Another round of booming thunder filled the air, as if disagreeing at the idea. Geoff’s frown deepened. “At this weather?” He shook his head. “No way, Jose. You’re staying here, Gina.” The lights flickered again. His normally pleasant face was now suffused with worry.

“We’ve sorted out the project details, anyway,” Gina said. She rose off the couch and glanced at the drenched street outside. She thought herself insane for even thinking of going out in this weather, but she wasn’t comfortable with the idea of spending the night at Geoff’s home. She didn’t know how she knew it, but things were beginning to feel funny between them. She wanted to curse Geoff for all eternity for daring to show up in his pajama bottoms alone. She didn’t believe he had no idea how his looks sent females to the moon and back and back again. He couldn’t be that dense, could he? She glanced at his bare torso again and had to restrain herself from biting her lip.

Gina wondered what was wrong with her. For Pete’s sake, it was just Geoff she was with. Just Geoff, she mused. She didn’t know if that was good or bad. It was good because she was very comfortable with Geoff. They were friends, and that was it. Yet it was also bad precisely because of the fact that he was Geoff, the guy with the unbelievable good looks and even more unbelievable personality. For Gina, it was a case of damned if she do, damned it she don’t.

“I know,” she said in response to Geoff’s comment. “But really, I have to get going, buddy.” She grabbed her handbag from the table. “There’s something my mom asked me to do.”

Geoff was now a few steps away from her. “Your mom,” he said skeptically.

Gina nodded, her ponytail bouncing energetically behind her. “Yeah. It just slipped my mind.” She looked out the window again. The rain was blowing harder than ever now. She wondered how she was going to get herself home with all that downpour. She decided to call for a cab.

“Whatever you say,” Geoff said reluctantly. “I just don’t think it’s safe for you to go out in this weather, that’s all.” He paused as thunder rumbled overhead, seemingly louder than ever before, and Gina had to resist the urge to clap her hands over her ears.

“I’ll call a cab,” she said. “Do you mind if I use the phone?”

“Be my guest,” Geoff said. “But I’m telling you, you’re a lot safer staying here than going out and risking the slippery streets home.” He sat back on the couch, facing her.

Gina picked the phone up and put the receiver to her ear. She frowned. “Geoff, the phone’s not working.” She pushed for the dial tone repeatedly, but nothing happened.

“Hell,” Geoff said. “The lines must be down. But considering the way it’s been raining and booming and flashing tonight, I’m not surprised.”

Gina put the phone down, obviously frustrated. “Crap. What am I gonna do?”

“Spend the night here, like what I asked you to,” Geoff automatically answered.

She eyed him. “You’re sure enthusiastic over the idea.”

“Dream on,” he scoffed. “I mean, no offense, Gina. You’re a hot chick, but I’m not attracted to you.” He gave her a broad grin that showed off his perfect teeth.

Gina was stunned. “You prick!” she exclaimed, and made as if to throw her handbag at him.

“Hey, hey!” Geoff said, laughing, his arms held out in front of him as if to protect himself from whatever she was going to throw at him. “Chill, buddy. Look, I’m saying this to you because we’re friends, okay? Friends don’t hide anything from each other.” He was still smiling, but his look had become more serious. “You don’t have to worry about spending the night here, Gina. I won’t touch you. I won’t do anything to you.” The reckless grin stole over his features again. “Not unless you want me to, of course.”

“Geoff, you’re disgusting,” Gina moaned. “You’re a pig. A brute.”

Geoff laughed. “You’re too uptight, man,” he said. “Lighten up.” He stood up and stretched again. “It’s decided, okay? You spend the night here. There’s an extra room upstairs you can have all to yourself.”

“Is that where you put all the bodies?” Gina joked.

Geoff nodded seriously. “There’s more in the closet. You can look if you want.”

Gina narrowed her eyes. “That’s not funny, Geoff.”

He rolled his eyes at her. “Geez, you are too serious.” He turned and walked out the living room.

“Where are you going?” Gina called.

“I’m getting us something to eat,” he called back, not even turning his head the slightest bit. “You want anything?”

“I’ll get whatever you’re having.” Gina sighed and leaned back on the couch. She shut her eyes and sighed again. The rain was falling harder now although the lightning and thunder seemed to have lessened in intensity. At the way things were going, it appeared her chances of getting home dry and in one piece were very slim.

Guess I’ll be spending the night here then, she thought.

Gina sighed again. She had a feeling it was going to be a very long night.

***

Someone was whispering her name.

Gina stirred and pulled the comforter Geoff had given her over her head. She didn’t know who was calling her, and she didn’t care. It was cold, but the comforter provided the perfect warmth. She was warm and toasty inside the thick cloth. The rain gave off a thick musical sound as it pattered its fat heavy drops on the roof. The sound added to her sense of comfort. She didn’t want to be disturbed the tiniest bit.

“Gina,” the voice whispered again.

She garbled something incoherent. She was still wrapped up in the thick cocoon of sleep. Nothing was making sense to her.

“Huh,” she managed to speak out.

“Wake up, Gina,” the voice repeated.

Her brows furrowed. It sounded like Geoff. Well, of course it was Geoff. She was in his house, after all, sleeping over and waiting for the sudden storm to pass.

I’m in Geoff’s house.