Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Somehow, Sheila bought my lie.
“Someone dumped a whole shelve of books on the floor, and it took me half an hour to clean them up. I’m pretty sure I got everything back where it goes, though.”
If she saw through my poorly-crafted story, she did me the courtesy of pretending otherwise.
“Thank you for taking care of that.”
With someone else, I might worry they’d try to use it against me later, but Sheila was one of the good ones. If she knew what I’d gotten up to in the Romance Room, she’d warn me about the various dangers, not blackmail me.
She was sweet and kind, and it would never occur to her that I just swallowed a load from Bryan’s massive dong while on the clock.
“Got any plans for tonight?” I asked.
Sheila laughed.
“Reading a book and eating leftovers. Real scintillating stuff. Why, do you have a hot date?”
“Me? On a Thursday night? Nah, though I do have plans this weekend with a guy I met online.”
“The one from lunch?”
“No, he wasn’t up to the task. This guy seems promising.”
“I worry about you meeting guys on apps. It doesn’t seem very safe.”
I shrugged.
“It’s no different than meeting a guy at a bar.
Everybody lies. The trick is finding someone who has other, ahem, assets that make up for it.
My lunch date was shorter than he said, which would have been fine if he was only talking about height.
I’m no size queen, but don’t tell me you’re going to fuck me into next week if you’re the size of my pinkie. ”
She laughed as intended.
“I’ll stick with my books then.”
Now I wondered about her sex life. She was the kind of person who only had sex in the dark and wouldn’t dream of going down on a relative stranger at work. I’d met her ex. A blander, more undesirable man didn’t exist.
Gloria’s husband would be a better option. No wonder Sheila gave up on dating if the men she went for were manipulative, insecure jerks like that guy.
“Since we’ve been pretty slow,” she said, “and I have most of the pre-closing duties done already, you might as well go home. I’ll finish up and head out soon.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that. I’m pretty tired. Have a good night.”
“Good night. See you tomorrow.”
I couldn’t help but contrast my sex life with Sheila’s as I drove home. She needed someone like me to keep an eye out for those who’d take advantage of her naivety.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to take her shopping—for clothing and a single lady’s best friend—to help her find her inner sex goddess. She had one; every woman did.
Maria wasn’t ready for my brand of help, so maybe I should take Sheila under my wing.
Neither of them seemed to understand it was better to be single than stay with someone who made you feel less than.
If the guy you were with didn’t give you what you needed, emotionally or physically, move on to the next one. Guys do it, so why shouldn’t we?
Thoughts of teaching my female friends how to demand more from their sexual partners disappeared once I got home. With barely a word to my roommate and her sister, I dropped my things by my room door and brought up my favorite woman-centered porn app.
My goals for the evening were two-fold: take a nap so I’d have plenty of energy for my middle-of-the-night liaison, and ready myself to take that giant dick. Bryan was an idiot, but he wasn’t wrong about preparing my body for his cock’s onslaught.
I had a sandwich, set an alarm for 1:00 am, masturbated a few times, and finally fell asleep.
When I woke up, I readied myself for my upcoming jack hammering.
Bryan was as thick as a soda can. Logically, I knew my body would adjust to his size since he was smaller than a newborn baby, but I had no interest in suffering during the process.
I grabbed my blue alien dildo since it was the biggest one I had. Examining it critically, Bryan was definitely broader and possibly longer. More importantly, he was attached to a living, breathing thrusting machine. As long as he didn’t speak much, tonight had the potential to be amazing.
After a few more woman-made orgasms, I dressed with care. After trying on a few different options, I settled on a front-close bra, another button-up shirt with half the buttons undone, a short skirt, and silky panties I planned to remove. The point was easy access and quick concealment if needed.
I grabbed my favorite bullet vibrator and a bottle of lube and headed out.
Once I got to my car, I inserted the vibe into my underwear and headed to the library.
The drive was more of a challenge than I expected since I’d never driven with electric pulses to my clit before, but there was no traffic.
When I pulled up to the library’s small employee parking lot a few minutes to three, I realized I didn’t have a plan.
We hadn’t set any specific meeting time or location, and I didn’t have his number or socials.
Hell, I didn’t know if there were cameras or other people who worked with him or after him.
Maybe this wasn’t the best idea, but I couldn’t back out now. I needed that swollen knob sliding through my slick folds. After one blow job, I was drunk on his spunk. Before I got too worked up in all the wrong ways, he appeared from around the corner. I exited my car as he walked towards me.
“I knew you’d be here, baby” he said with that superior smile. “Are you ready for me to split you in half with my junk?”
A whimper escaped me because part of me worried he was right, and the other part worried I’d be addicted to it and have to deal with him again.
“It depends. What have you come up with as far as a plan?”
He tilted his head towards a darkened area.
“The camera by the picnic tables has been on the fritz all week after some kids hit it with a basketball. I turned it off after you left. The parking lot is covered by the 24-hour security company, so they’ll see us here, but as long as nothing bad happens at the library tonight, there’s no reason anyone should care that we hung out here after hours. ”
I took a deep breath and nodded. We were doing this. I was going to fuck my sort-of co-worker outside our place of business in the middle of the night.
“I’m ready. Oh, wait.”
I reached below my tiny skirt and yanked off my panties. The vibrator came with them. Since I didn’t bring anything to wash it off, I licked my pussy juice from it while maintaining eye-contact with Bryan.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, “that’s hot, but you should have been stretching your pussy if you’re gonna take all of me.”
“I did.”
“Damn, I knew you were a raunchy bitch. This is gonna be good.” He nodded at the vibrator in my hand. “Can I use that on your love button?”
My breathing had calmed after our conversation about the cameras, but now it sped up again.
“Yes.”
“Bring it, then. Sometimes it’s easier to fit all of me in while a chick’s coming, so we might need it. Good thinking. Warning, though, you’re gonna be addicted to this dick. Nobody else can stuff the taco like my sausage.”
He laughed at his lame joke, but I worried he might be right.
“Big words from a big dick, but do you know how to use it?” I challenged.
“Baby, you know I do. I’ve been fucking with this thing since I was fourteen years old and tapped my first hot piece. As long as you’re wet, we’re good.”
“Enough talking, then.” I cupped him through his pants and leaned close enough to press my hard nipples into his chest. “Lead the way, baby. I’m ready to ride.”