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“Seriously?
I’ll
remember to not watch those movies with you.”

“Seriously…
I almost died in Finding
Nemo
…”

A
roll of laughter came out of him. “We’re definitely not watching that then…,”
he said, grinning. “Well, Star Trek just really reminds me of when I was a kid
and being high school. I mean, I did the normal sports like football, baseball,
and basketball but Star Trek is something I have watched for years,” he said,
wrapping his arm around me.

I
buried my face in his chest. “I was a weird child. I didn’t do sports ever. I
worried about my grades and worked. Kids were always like, ‘
Omg
,
I love
smokin
pot. I get like so drunk. Yolo!
'.
I was like, 'Crap, I forgot my homework AND to feed my
tamagotchi
this morning’.”

He
looked at me with the strangest look and then busted out laughing again. No one
ever laughed at anything I said. I usually got called stupid or annoying. Not
Big Stick…

“What?”

“The
way you said that was funny.”

Was
I stupidly funny? Because I’m sure that plenty of those girls he brought home
were… By the looks of them anyway… I didn’t want to be anything like them.

“Thanks.”
It’s all I could say. I didn’t want to say anything else that would embarrass
me.

“It’s
not bad. All the girls I talk to are not funny. Just stuck up and think the
world revolves around them.”

“At
least I can say I’ve won a competition now,” I said, smiling. “I was always a
good teenager. Normal teenagers sneaked out. Me? I sneaked into the kitchen and
brought all the food to my room. I guess I was a major nerd. However, I did
want a boyfriend but I didn’t get one finally until my junior year in high school.
I hated that feeling when everyone around me is in a relationship and I'm
awkwardly sitting there like... I love my dog.”

He
again busted out laughing but this time completely let loose. My head bounced
on his chest... It made me join in.

“You
are hilarious. Not that I don’t feel bad for you, I do. I was a nerdy kid even
though I played sports. Kids didn’t like me. It really sucks...”

It
felt good relating to someone.
Really good.
 
I trailed my finger from his midsection to
his chest and then back down. I looked at him and smiled.

Suddenly,
I felt Big Stick’s hand crawling up my back, his fingers deftly navigating
around the workings of my bra strap. He wasn’t pulling at it outright, but I
think he was studying the clasp to see if it was something he could disengage.
A little research on his part.
If I could tie a cherry stem
with my tongue, then he should be able to conquer this task.

It
wasn’t a sensation I felt like arguing with. It was finally time for my bolder
holder to be taken off and release my melons! I was getting overly excited. We
were only two thirds of the way through the movie, almost out of
maki
rolls, and both a couple of glasses of our respective
drinks down.

I
didn’t even wait for him to initiate things further. I just leaned in and pressed
my lips against his. I arched my back, pushing myself into him and enjoying the
secure feeling his strong arms gave me as they squeezed me just enough to take
my breath away. His hands roamed over my back and before I realized it he had
unhooked my bra. It felt good…

“Wait
…” I said, pulling back from his deeply sensual kiss. “Look, um…I don’t want
things to go too fast. Were you expecting anything fast because I wasn’t? I was
hoping for…Um…I …I’m not sure. Do you know what I mean?”

Shit.
I was cock blocking myself again.

“I
dunno
,” he whispered, breathing heavily and staring
into my eyes. “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable though,
Olivia.”

“Okay,”
I said and smiled. “Maybe just…
How ‘bout this?
Let’s
keep our clothes on for tonight? At least until we know each other better?”

Without
even a word, Big Stick expertly re-hooked the straps of my bra, and began to
kiss me again. I didn’t resist but couldn’t stop thinking about our bodies
against each other. The little man in a boat wanted more. There just wasn’t any
chance I was going to have sex during a Star Trek movie.

We
both made quiet, muffled moans as we devoured each-others’ lips, and I let him
rub my back and even run his hand around the front of my shirt, where he
started to gently squeeze and rub my breasts. Awesome, I was now at the same
level as a high school freshman. Go me!

I
felt something bulging through Big Stick’s pants that almost made me give up my
virtue right then and there, but I kept my head about myself as we continued to
kiss and make out like a couple of teenagers while Star Trek played on the flat
screen.

We
eventually gave it a rest, still breathing heavily, but as we tried to focus on
the movie, my eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to the substantial lump in his
jeans. Every word for the lump ran through my head like a scene in Varsity
Blues.

Once
the movie was over, we kissed again, much shorter this time. With a shared
sense of duty and virtue, we quite literally fell asleep curled up against each
other. My first sleepover! Boom! I was moving up in the world!

………

When
we awoke, we both gave embarrassed but content little smiles and then Big Stick
asked me if I needed to go. I said yes so I could get home and tell everyone
the news. He escorted me like a true gentleman to his car and brought me back
to my apartment. We didn’t say a word to each other which worried me but maybe
he didn’t know what to say. Just sleeping in a guy’s arms was a big step for
me… Touching my breasts… Well, that was HUGE.

When
I went to step out of the car he grabbed my arm and reached over and kissed me.
It lasted for a few minutes before pulling away. Things were definitely heating
up for me, and I couldn’t help but think that I just might be ready for it all.
Oh… Big Stick…
     

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That
day I was flying high. I relived the previous evening’s events, leaving out the
boring stuff like the talking and the movie and couldn’t help but focus on the
amazing kisses and the way he pulled my body onto his. I couldn’t help but
smile like I had a real juicy secret.

I
wanted to run around, take off work and school, and go show up at his job and
take him out for lunch. I probably would have if I knew where he worked.

Oh
well, I was happy and nothing could stop it, not even the bitch herself. I
walked into the office with a swagger that must have been way too obvious,
because Alex just lit up with a smile and held his hands about eight inches
apart and mouthed the words "How big?"

I
laughed but continued walking.

"Don't
you turn your back on me, you little tramp," he said, getting up from his
desk and following me into the accounting office. "What happened last
night?"

"It
wasn't anything, Alex," I said, blushing, trying to shuffle some papers as
if I was doing actual work.

Alex
put his hands on the papers, keeping them from being shuffled.

"So
he is hung like a Clydesdale, eh?"

I
slapped his arm.

"I
don't know," I said, blushing. "I mean, last night we just watched a
movie, kissed for a bit and then he brought me back to the apartment."

Veronica
came into the room and snorted.

"No
'grab-the-fun-bags'?" she said, giving her breasts a little squeeze.

"No,"
I said. "Well, there was a little bit when we were kissing, but I quickly
put an end to that. I’m not putting it down just for anyone to pick up on. I
know that’s my goal but my head wants to be careful and my vagina is screaming
‘open the fly trap already’. Know what I mean?”

 
Alex laughed while holding his chest.

"Listen
to the little college student try to explain that his hard-on was threatening
to break loose of its denim prison and spear her like a martini-olive," he
said.

"Okay,
it was definitely pressing through and at a lower point in his jeans than I
thought it would," I said, blushing furiously.

Veronica
and Alex both '
oooh'ed
, and slapped a high five with
each other. Veronica sidled up to me.

"So,
if you were going to take a guess, do you think it is closer to nine, or closer
to six," she said, showing me an example of what those sizes would be with
her hands.

I
knew what they were up to.

"Do
you guys have a bet about the size of his dick?" I asked
,
trying to look into their eyes as they suddenly averted them.

"No…"
Veronica started.

"Yes,
yes we do," Alex admitted. "It’s only twenty bucks."

"I
can't believe you guys!" I said, a bit astonished, but also laughing on
the inside. "You guys bet on everything about my sex life. This is getting
out of control."

They
both looked at each other.

"Well,
as of right now we are nearly even with the bets," Alex said. "About
three hundred dollars has changed hands so far... We need more excitement in
our lives."

He
hung his head a bit and Veronica hugged him in one arm.

"Baby,
we will find it," Veronica said. "For now, we just are filling that
space with a little off-track betting."

"So
as your bookie, I should be taking a cut," I said.

It
was only natural. I mean, even the horse in a race gets a bouquet of flowers
for running his ass off.

"Well,
maybe we won't send you to the glue factory after this one," Alex smirked
and Veronica handed him a five.

"What
was that bet even for?" I asked, astonished that anything of betting quality
even transpired.

"That
one was for when you would ask for a cut of the winnings," Alex said,
pretending to count the five over again.

At
that moment the Betty walked into the office and looked malevolently at Alex
and Veronica, she began circling them like a predator.

"Oh,
now this is too much," she said, clucking her tongue and handling a steel
ball-point pen threateningly. "I know for a fact that all of you have more
than enough work to be done. If you have finished then I can either find more
for you to do or you can go home… And stay there?"

Alex
gulped. Veronica retreated behind Alex and let him handle the Inquisition.

"You
don't scare us Maleficent," he said in what he thought was under his
breath while puffing out his chest and trying to not tremble.

"What
did you just say?" Bartok asked. She trailed her long enameled fingernails
down a list of names on the clip board she was carrying. "I believe all of
you are going to be up for review within the next four weeks."

Her
eyes glared at me in particular. “Whether you are full time staff or just an
intern, it will be decided by me and a few members of the regional offices
whether your services will be needed. So far, you are all making this very easy
for me.”

Alex
crumbled and ran out of the office with Veronica not far behind.

I
was just puzzled. Today was supposed to be my good day. It was supposed to be a
day where everything soared high, especially after last night. I should always
plan for this psychotic bitch to screw things up.

Bartok
watched them run back to their office to check their files. I saw in the
distance Alex shuffling through papers, then an anguished look came over his
face and he grabbed his hair. Veronica put her head in her hands at her
computer and I saw her shoulders shake.

What
did she do to them?

What
was she going to do to me?

Bartok
twisted her body around in a sinister motion to face me.

"You’ve
really become a distraction to the other employees." she began.

I
started to whistle Peter and the Wolf, thinking maybe it would distract her
from her impending warpath.

"Don’t
get smart with me, young lady." She smiled a Cheshire smile.

“I
don’t even really know what I’ve done. I was just about to get to my files when
Alex came by and it was no big catastrophe. He just wanted to ask me about the
size of…
My work load.
That’s all.”

I
looked at her as if her paranoia was really starting to concern me. Her eyes
narrowed and I knew she didn’t believe my line of bullshit. But, I was going to
make today a great day even if I had to get fired to do it.

"Watch
your step, Olivia. We don’t have room around here for people who don’t respect
this organization or the time of the people working in it."

Wow.
This woman could really lay on the theatrics. This office environment was not
only hostile, it was fucking surreal. Crazy bitch warning!