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Right after I graduated from university, a friend of mine named Diego hooked me up with a job. He worked at a travel-related company that was trying to move online. They had hired some people to build them a website, but it didnt work out. Diego knew that I had designed and built a few websites while at school. A short interview later, I had my first job. Almost a year later Diego came into my office, elated. The company had just hired Cali, a girl hed had a crush on at school. Diego was beside himself with excitement. He’d never had the guts to ask her out before graduation and now fate had offered him a second chance. This wasnt as far-fetched as it might sound. The office was a hotbed of dating, hook-ups, and variations thereon. We were located across the street from campus and nearly everyone who worked there was a recent graduate. It was just like college – only with no homework, and everyone was of drinking age and had disposable income. In other words, we all had the motive, weapon and opportunity to party, and party we did. The office was one big soap opera, and there was always plenty of chatter about who did what with who last night. There was a lot of staff turnover and whenever someone new showed up it was as though a countdown began until they hooked up with someone. The speculation around the office was particularly enthusiastic in Calis case, since she was undeniably hot. She was tall, athletic and curvy. In fact, when I first set eyes on her, I thought it reflected poorly on Diego. It just seemed kind of pathetic for him to be crushing so hard on someone who was so obviously attractive. As far as I could tell, Cali didnt know Diego existed. Still, I dutifully set about working as his wingman. I kept an ear out for anything I could learn about her. I took care to find out where she was going to be. Id invite her out with us and go out of my way to talk to her. To my surprise, Cali turned out to be pretty cool. She was funny, down-to-earth and easy going. But despite pretty much dragging Diego over to talk with Cali at bars and parties, he could never seem to muster the courage to make his move. It was strange because Diego wasnt shy. He was one of my more fun friends and always seemed to have a girlfriend, he could never just relax and be himself around her. So it went for a month or two. There were a number of other guys interested in Cali and I figured that it was a matter of time until someone beat Diego to it. One day, we were chatting in the office about going to a bar together after work. Cali showed up, and – out of habit – I asked if she was coming. I cant, she said, Ive got a game tonight. She gestured to her clothes – soccer shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. Is abby winters galleries Diego going?, she asked. No, I said, realizing my mistake, hes on vacation with his parents. Well, maybe Ill drop by, she said. Gotta go. See ya. We went back to our conversation, but my mind was elsewhere, going over our exchange. So there it was – Cali wasnt oblivious at all about Diegos crush. But she hadnt even noticed that hed been away all week. And had she changed her mind about going when she found out he wasnt going to be there? Cali did show up at the bar that night. As usual, a large crew had come along from the office. We were all jammed into a single booth, drinking beer and bullshitting. Due to the nature of the company, pretty much everyone was well-travelled, and as usual people were swapping stories from the road. Every so often, someone would come or go and have to climb in or out of the packed booth. We were all squished together, shoulder-to-shoulder, and someones foot ended up pressed against mine under the table. I had felt it before but paid it no mind. After all, we were all squeezed together. But this was foot had made sure to end up back in the same place, touching me. And when the next person left a few minutes later the same shoe found mine again, the same soft presence and contact. Who was it? Was it deliberate? Cali was seated more-or-less across from me I found myself hoping that it was her. Thinking of Diego, I hesitated. But I didnt pull my foot away. It was a fun night, a game of one-upmanship in jokes and stories. Cali wasnt nearly the biggest personality at the table, but she could hold her own. She was sitting nearly across from me, and my eyes kept returning to her abby winters nude yoga – her long brown hair, her pretty face. Moreover, she had a great smile. It was easy to see why Diego was so fixated on her. These thoughts were heady and disorienting. Was I really thinking about this? I hadnt really let myself look at Cali that way before. But here we were, and I couldnt lie to myself – I was definitely interested. The next time we made eye contact, I didnt hesitate. I smiled. And, to my delight, she gave me a sly smile. Then something happened that embarrasses me to this day. The table was debating whether it was more fun to visit Paris or Berlin and most people had taken a side. What about you? Cali asked me. Id never been to either place, but I heard myself say: Paris, definitely. I immediately flushed red, embarrassed that I had lied over something so stupid, for no reason, but no one noticed or cared and the conversation moved on. Meanwhile, I was getting more and more worked up as the night wore on. Cali and I werent exactly playing footsie, just gently touching shoes underneath the table, but it was like we were secretly holding hands. The anticipation and the uncertainty were thrilling. Though we werent moving, it was like there was an electric sensation passing between us where we touched. Eventually people started leaving the booth until it was just the two of us and a guy named Kevin who was a bit tipsy. When he got up to leave, we followed him outside. Im late for my game, said Cali. But I left my gym bag back at the office. Ive gotta go back and pick it up. Ill walk you over, I said. Our office was on the second floor, and I walked up the stairs behind her, taking in the sight. Cali was a unusual mix of tomboy and feminine. On her legs and elbows there were cuts and bruises, presumably from playing soccer. Her fingernails didnt have nail polish. But her very short soccer shorts did not hide her gorgeous legs, and my eyes wandered up to her ass. I was definitely thinking with my dick at this point. Was it was all in my head or did Cali feel the same way? The office was mostly dark and dead quiet. When we reached her desk, she turned to say something to me and I pulled her toward me and kissed her. I opened my eyes and saw that hers were still closed, so I kissed her again. Her hands came up to rest on my shoulder blades. One of them slid down to the small of my back. It felt incredible. As we kissed, I was slowly moving her backward. We ended up with her back against a column next to a xerox machine. I drew back. Just looking each other in the eyes was intense. I wanted to eat the clothes off of her. I ran my hands up her sides, from the waist to her armpits. I reached up to touch her bare shoulders, where shed cut the sleeves off of her soccer shirt. I ran the backs of my fingers all the way down her arms until I reached the wrists. Taking her hands, I pulled her to me, close enough to kiss. But she didnt kiss me. She had a thoughtful look. Im not going to have sex with you, she said and waited for a response. I just shrugged. She seemed to accept that. I kissed her again, and she grabbed my shirt and turned us around so that now my back was against the column. She ran her hands up my chest, then down my arms in a weird echo of my gesture. She started smiling as she did it, and when her hands reached mine, I grabbed them and began kissing her again. Soon, she was rubbing her groin against my hip. My hands found their way down to her shorts. As my knuckles rubbed over the cheeks of her ass, she moaned. That is, her head tilted back, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent moan. Thus encouraged, I slipped my hands up under her shorts and ran them over her panties, along the hem of her panties, then hooked my thumbs inside. Her hands grabbed bunches of my shirt, her ass pressing back into my hands. My hands ventured downward. Her ass was shapely, and I slid my fingers over its curves. Eventually, holding firm handfuls of her ass, I pulled her slowly up and down, guiding the motion of her groin against my hip. Still gripping my shirt, she slowly leaned forward, her elbows lowering to my belt, until we both tumbled down on to our knees. She twisted around and began to unbuckle my belt. Needless to say, I was ready. She leaned forward and began nuzzling my cock, rubbing it against the side of her face. I was aching for her to kiss it, lick it, suck it. But it wasnt until I ran a finger down her ass crack that she began to run her lips along my length, from base to tip. When my finger stopped, so did her lips. When I retreated back up her ass crack, her lips slid away from my tip. I ventured downwards again and she worked her way along my cock again. Her eyes met mine. I got it. We were going to play a little game. I ran my fingers back downwards until my index finger stopped at her asshole, and her lips came to a rest at the tip of my cock. She looked up at me and gave the tip a little lick. The look in her eyes was daring. I gently teased her asshole, running my finger tip around the rim. She rubbed her lips back and forth over the tip of my cock. Slowly – tenderly – I began to press my fingertip just barely inside her ass. We locked eyes. And sure enough, her lips began to descend over the head of my cock. I could feel – but not hear – her moan a little bit around my cock. I was probably moaning. I gently began to work my finger in and out of her, and she took me in, her mouth mimicking every movement. When I dipped a little deeper, so did her mouth – and as I pulled back, so did she. I rubbed, I twisted, I paused. She found a way to return every subtlety to my cock. We shared every sensation, abby winters group and it was delightful. She still had on all of her clothes, and I was kneeling with my pants bunched around my knees. She was on her hands and knees, and she pulled her long brown hair back over her shoulder when it fell between us. We took our time. When I pulled out to massage her ass, she moved down to kiss and suck my balls. But when my fingertip returned to her asshole, her lips came back to my cock to continue our game. Soon I was sliding two fingers in and out of her. With two, I couldnt get them in very far and I had to move even more slowly and carefully, but I could feel her asshole spasming, clamping on my fingers. We were both grunting. She was thrusting her ass at my hand and my other hand was in her hair. When I came, my hips thrust forward towards her face, my whole body shuddering. My jaw clenched, my eyes closed and I felt every detail of the come pulsing down my cock, and her lower jaw bumping against me as she swallowed. My jaw went slack, my eyes cracked open, and we tumbled together onto the floor. I ended up on my back with her on top of me, her head on my chest. We lay like that for quite a while, my chest rising and falling heavily. When the world stopped spinning and I got my breath back, I took stock. Her breath was still ragged. Had she come? I wasnt sure. I ran my left hand through her hair, combing it with my fingers. It felt odd to be affectionate. Odd, but not wrong. She pulled her face up even with mine and once again we met eyes. I said nothing. I didnt want to break the spell. Im going to be really, really late for my game now, she joannie abby winters said. We shared a smile and she kissed me. Ive got to run, she said. She got up, pulled up shorts and underwear and grabbed her bag. And with that, she was gone. I watched her leave, watched the door shut behind her. I expected her to change her mind and come back, but I was wrong. pronomen