Yearning for Love (2 page)

“Sounds good. Thanks for all your work on these,” he replies. Then he disappears into his office. Whew! Now some oxygen has returned, and my ability to breathe is kicking in. Breathe in, breathe out. Come on, girl! You need oxygen so you can finish these spreadsheets-that-must-be-accurate. Once I’m done, I print them off and go over them closely. Finding a few errors, I highlight them and make the changes. Checking the final totals, I see that everything balances as it should. I print out a final copy, and set it aside on the edge of my large desk. Yawning and sipping my coffee, I turn to my next assignment. These are emails from Nate to assorted regulators that I need to compile into a report. I’ll only be here for two more weeks, so I’ll need to complete it before then. I spend a couple of hours organizing them, and creating a loose outline for the report. With this done, I finish the last of my coffee. Now, I’m feeling more alert. Next, I work on a memorandum that Nate wants sent to every employee about the coming year. Wishes for the holidays, be safe while with family, expectations for the coming year, blah-blah- blah. Once that’s done, I set it to the side for his initials so I can make copies for everyone. As I work, the wall clock seems to have been slowed by extremely thick molasses. I look at the time again and again. Why won’t those damned hands move any faster?

Nate
: I walk in and feel cheered as I see Corey’s curly auburn hair bent over her computer screen. She greets me calmly enough, but I hear her breath develop that endearing little hitch I’ve gotten so used to. If she only knew that I get a little hitch every time I see her, but it’s not in my breathing. I retreat to my office, and exhale a deep breath. She’s always had this effect on me, and it’s not getting any better. I don’t know what I’m going to do, either ask her out or . . . fire her.
Fire her? Where the hell did that come from? She’s the best exec. assistant you’ve ever had, you ass! Maybe find a civilized, adult solution to your attraction, admit it to her, carry her off to your man-cave, and make love to her for the next month.

Ahh, shit, now something is solid, all right! I look at the tent my pants have developed, and hope to hell that Corey won’t walk in and see me in this state. But really, I should do something about this . . . this situation. It can’t go on for much longer. The tension when we’re in the same room – could be broken into smithereens with a sledgehammer. I think about her – the auburn hair and large, vivid green eyes. She’s always well-dressed, in suits that she gives her own unique, youthful look. Today, she is wearing that light gray number with a bright blue scarf or something around her neck. She’s probably wearing those gray, high-heeled boots that make her look taller than she actually is. She’s not short for a woman, but she is short – petite – to me. And, with that “take-me-to-bed” figure, I’m surprised she never mentions boyfriends or dates.
Well, duh, she wouldn’t talk to the owner of Drummond Oil about her love life, now would she? Idiot! If she does, she has a friend or a relative she gets together with so she can talk about the guys.

Corey
:  Finally, the end of the day is getting closer. It’s almost 4:30, so I decide the time is right. I pull the letter from my bag, and knock on Nate’s door. Beyond it is the suite housing Nate’s large business. We’re on the third, fourth and fifth floors of a large business tower located near the downtown area of El Paso, Texas. Nate had an interior designer work on the furnishings, wall decor, window and floor treatments. The result is an understated richness – people sink into the thick, dark blue carpeting that covers the hallways and every office. The exception is the bathrooms on all three floors. Here, the designer chose ceramic tiles echoing the desert of the Southwest. The walls are painted with a muted, light orange paint, and are covered with Southwest art, featuring desert scenery of both Texas and New Mexico, our neighbor to the west. All windows feature pull-down reinforced fabric shades that allow employees to shade themselves from the strong sunlight – important in a city that can easily surpass 100 degrees for most of the summer. My own office is a large one that features a huge picture window. I have several long filing cabinets that allow me to keep track of every piece of paper and contract affecting Drummond Oil. My office supplies aren’t your run-of-the-mill supplies from your corner office supply store. Nate has personally ordered them from an office supply store located on the East Coast. While we pay more, we’re rewarded with high-quality supplies that stand up to the heavy use and treatment we give them.

“Come in,” Nate says.

I walk in, feeling the now-familiar squeezing in my lungs. My heart is about to jump out of my throat and land on his desk. I also feel my pussy beginning to throb heavily, as I look at his dark brown, well-groomed hair, muscular body and deep blue eyes.

“Uh, sir, I need to give this to you,” I stammer, holding the letter out in his direction.

“What’s this? A Christmas wish? I didn’t know you’d  . . . what the hell? Corey, no. I’m not accepting your resignation. You’re the . . . the best admin assistant I’ve had the good fortune to hire, and I’m not losing you,” says an obviously angered Nate.

“But Sir! I have to . . . I can’t . . .” I stumble, searching for words, any words that will allow me to convince him that my decision is right – without letting on how attractive I find him. “I . . . it’s time for me to do another kind of work . . .”

“Have you found another position elsewhere?” The words come out in a low, angry growl, and my breathing seems to stutter.

“I, uh, no. That is, I figured I’d take . . . wait until after . . . holidays to . . . “ I stammer.

“Look for another job. Meaning your decision was made just recently. Corey, what’s going on? Do you want a raise? You’ve got it. More vacation? Hell, just take a few weeks, recharge your batteries – but come back. I am not letting you go!” Nate says, his voice increasing to a shout.

I look apprehensively toward the open door, then remember that most of the employees of Drummond Oil have already left for the holidays. Well, that’s one good thing for Christmas – the office is empty way before quitting time. Finding my voice, I tell Nate, “It’s just the right thing for me to do! I have . . . I need . . . to take my life . . .”

“No, Corey! I categorically reject your resignation request. You’re staying – you’re the best assistant I have ever employed, and Drummond Oil is running more smoothly because of your ability and expertise. No.” The last word comes out flat and low.

Nate
:  I refuse to allow her to resign. It’s not even that I’ll need to train someone to replace her – I need her to stay in my life. I knew it was coming to this! I knew it! Quick, think of something, find a way to keep her in your life. Drummond, you really should have faced this with her long ago. Maybe she wouldn’t be your assistant – maybe she’d be something more . . . important to you. I look at her and she’s wearing a look of desperation on her delicate face.

As I look at her beautiful face, I imagine that face with eyes closed and lips swollen by my kisses, lying on my pillow in my bed. I see her writhing under me, as we make scorching-hot love early on a Sunday morning. Soon, I hear her morning-song coming from her throat as she comes, clenching around my hard, throbbing dick.
I start, realizing that I really have gotten hard, for the second time today. I shift my body, not wanting her to see her effect on me.

Corey
: “Mr. Drummond! I’ll leave regardless,” I start to say, then Nate stands and walks from his side of the massive blonde wood desk. Now, he’s standing right in front of me with his hands on my shoulders. Where he’s touching me, I burst into flame. Now I really can’t breathe. I stop trying to talk and make my case. I simply stare, open-mouthed, like someone who can’t talk and I look at him. Oh, my God! He has a huge erection – I can see it pushing the front of his pants out. He’s going to . . . kiss me! Oh, his lips feel like velvet - warm honey that’s melting my insides into goop. He pulls me into his arms and he won’t let go – they’re locked around me like a vice, and his tongue has invaded my mouth. My tongue moves shyly to meet his and, too soon, they’re grappling like two wrestlers, or two people making love. I don’t know! He tears his lips from mine and, with one wide sweep of his arm, papers, pens and other office equipment go flying to the floor. He bends me back to the desk so my legs have no choice but to open – and I feel . . . something pressing against my pussy and my stomach.

Oh my God! That’s his dick and it’s hard – for me! His kiss softens on my lips, and he rubs himself against me. My arms go around his neck, and I run my fingers through his soft, silky brown hair. I feel my breasts and nipples growing hard, as he lies on top of me. He’s supporting his weight with his elbows, but is staying close enough that he can kiss me. Next, I feel cool air on my chest – he’s unbuttoned my blouse? Ohhhhh! The feel of his hand on my breast, even through lace . . . hot! I’m so hot! My hips undulate against his, and he growls low in his throat.

Hearing this, I loosen his tie and start unbuttoning his shirt. He’s egged on, and starts pushing my gray blazer jacket off my shoulders, and continues unbuttoning my blouse, pulling it out of my skirt. Now, I’m naked up top except for my bra. Thank God I pulled out a lacy, attractive one today! His moist, sexy lips blaze a burning trail across my cheek, down my ear and neck, then land on my chest, as he licks a hot, moist trail to one breast, then the other. I hear my breathing grow harsh and raspy. I push his long-sleeved shirt down his arm,s and he releases me, first with one arm, then the second. As one arm goes back around me, he begins searching for the button closure and zipper to my skirt. Finding it, he has it open in seconds, pushing it frantically down my hips. My tights and oh-so-skimpy panties follow, and I hear my shoes hit the floor with dual thumps. I begin working at his belt and the opening to his pants. I’ve never done this, so it’s odd that my fingers know what to do, except, as I lower the zipper for his pants, the back of my hand brushes across his erection. While my pussy floods with hot moisture, I still get scared. How will something that . . . massive . . . fit inside me without tearing me in two? My heartbeat accelerates, both fearing and anticipating that moment. I push on, despite my fear, and I push down form-fitting boxer briefs, exposing a hard, thick, throbbing penis. I feel it jerking and gently thumping against my lower abdomen and now, I really feel moisture leaking out of me.

“Oh my God, what am I doing?” I mutter. I realize that Nate hears me when he responds.

“Go with it, sweetheart. Just . . . go with it. Just one minute, though. I want to protect you.” Nate pulls a small foil packet from his wallet. So, it’s true – men are always prepared – or Nate was a Boy Scout. He quickly and jerkily rolls the condom over his distended length, and I get a look at it. I gulp involuntarily –
 
it’s HUGE! I mean, massive huge, and now I’m really afraid.

Nate returns to me, this time, rubbing me in between my legs. His rhythmic massage of my clit makes me respond with a burning warmth inside me, and my pussy walls begin contracting gently. He keeps massaging me, so that soon I am panting quickly, and moaning in a high-pitched voice that’s completely unlike my real voice. The warmth inside me ignites into a huge fire, and my hips begin moving back and forth to relieve the building heat-pressure. My legs open slightly, and I feel my pussy walls beginning to contract harder and harder . . . in . . . time . . . with . . . my . . . hips . . . OH MY GOD! This feels so good! Eventually, I come down from the mountain peak where Nate took me, and I’m panting as if I just finished a cross-country run.

“Corey, sweetheart, I want you . . . I’ve wanted you since I first met you,” Nate says softly. His hips buck once, twice, and I feel the tip of his shaft pressing against my pussy, then against my opening. He begins to move himself inside me. As he pushes inside, he meets the proof of my virginity. Our eyes widen at the same time – his from shock, and mine from the alien, but welcome feeling.

“Corey, you’re a . . .”

“Virgin,” I finish for him. Feeling that throbbing that comes from both of us, I’m spurred on my wanting. I grab his butt cheeks and push him all the way in, ignoring the small pinch of pain. Once he’s completely inside me, my eyes close and I sigh in bliss. “Oh, my God, this feels . . .”

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asks. His eyes are clouded, looking more gray than blue.

“When? As I hand you a quarterly spreadsheet? A shareholder’s report? What matters, Nate, is right now, this very minute. And I want you – now,” I say. My voice seems to come out in a throaty growl, as I say the last part.

Nate, hearing this, responds. His eyes flutter shut for a second, then he begins moving slowly inside me.

My head goes back at the friction. He’s stretching me and it feels . . . good! More than good. My heels lodge on the edge of the desk, and I begin moving my hips in response to the fullness and new, building heat inside my loins. Soon, we are moving in concert with each other, and I feel dewy – at least I hope it’s dewy – perspiration beading my face.

I’m panting as I feel him licking and sucking on my nipples. I present them to him, like Eve giving the apple to Adam. Now, as my pussy begins to contract, it feels – strange. I hear Nate groan, as he feels my contractions down there. I feel his shaft jerk and lengthen impossibly long. As he moves inside me, he brushes against the most sensitive part of me . . .

“Agh! Oh, my God, I would never have thought . . .” Thoughts flee, as my body explodes into a fiery conflagration. NATE!” I can’t speak. Instead, I whimper at the feeling of this orgasm, so different from others I’ve given myself. As I’m coming, Nate grunts, then gives a roar of satisfaction as he reaches his own peak of completion.