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The next day, Nichy could not get herself up out of bed. She called in sick because she really did feel it, even though she knew that her sickness was not physical.

Every time she thought about almost kissing Gavin, she felt physically ill.

So she tried not think about it.

She lie in bed, her fingers drilling deep inside of her because she kept thinking about what would have happened if they had kissed. What more could have happened…

Between her legs was sticky wet, and she circled even around her labia with her pre-come. The sheets stuck there were adhesived at the juncture of her thighs with her wetness, as she caressed her breasts to get aroused to make herself come again. The second time she came, she bit into her forearm. 

Hard.

The third time was of course the charm, and after the third time she came she got out of bed.

She plucked around her apartment–nude–because she was afraid that she would come from the friction of even her thong between her legs and she had worn herself out with solo sex. Her body still craved release though, and she made an appointment for a massage. It would work some of the tension out of her at least, she thought.

Hilda, her usual masseuse took one look at her and Nichy looked away. Hilda had a knack for knowing when there was something wrong with her. Especially when lulled under the sweetness of Hilda’s touch, she pined over Gavin during many of their recent sessions.

“The guy?” Hilda asked.

Nichy shrugged, she did not want to talk about it. Hilda squeezed her shoulders with understanding, and then went about her business.

On her belly, Nichy felt the sheets underneath her and felt herself get aroused like she had in bed that morning. She was soaking wet again, and when she got up from the table she knew there would be a damp spot. Hilda did not touch her in a sexual way at all, but Nichy craved the attention on her body so bad that it made her come swiftly.

Hilda had not intended a happy ending for her, but she also did not ask questions.

She squeezed the small of Nichy’s back when she was done.

“It is not the first time for me here, it just means you got very relaxed.”

Nichy looked at her for a moment, then smiled awkwardly. What else could she do?

She decided after to go to the bar down the street from her apartment. After two lovely glasses of Riesling, she saw the sun was starting to set. And in a rush of deja vu, Gavin walked past her window like he often did at the bar by her job. He spotted her, and walked in.

Nichy got aroused again, and she really had made herself tired from coming all day. 

Mentally.

Her body responded to Gavin in the usual way, as he walked over to her table.

“Are you okay?” he asked her.

Her sip of Riesling was so tense, she almost bit the glass as she did.

“Yes,”

The waiter walked over, and handed Gavin a menu.

“I have never seen you here before,” she said as she swallowed.

“I was looking for you.”

Nichy looked down.

“About yesterday…” she started, not looking up at him

Gavin raised his hand and the waiter came over with the check. He took it, and even though Nichy tried to protest, he shoved his card in.

“I don’t want to talk about last night Nichy,” he said suddenly out of breath. “I want to kiss you.”

Flushed as if she was in the middle of the desert, Nichy’s body responded to his desire with its own.

She watched him sign the check, everything happening as if it was happening to someone else.

“Can I walk you home?”

Nichy nodded.

Both of them were panting, as they walked the not even a block to get to her apartment building. 

“What happened to your arm?” he asked.

“I bit myself.”

Nichy looked down at the bandage that she had forgotten she placed there.

When she opened her door, Gavin took her arm and licked where the bandage was. 

Kissed it.

“To make it better,” he said. He pulled her into him, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. He lifted his head. “Now to make me feel better.”

He kissed her soft at first. Timidly. But then he kissed her until when they pulled away, she was breathless. His hands were in her hair caressing her scalp, as he looked into her eyes when she opened them. He kissed her again, and she pulled him close dragging her tongue along the inside of his neck. Nibbling it, in difference to the way she had bitten herself.

Gavin pulled her close, his hand still in her hair and kissed her temple which she felt pulsing like a trapped butterfly.

He moved away from her, and she swayed toward him.

“I am not going to come upstairs with you. But I needed to kiss you…to start…”

“To start what?” Nichy smiled, caressing his stubbled cheek.

“I want to start dinner with you for one…”

He kissed her again, and she leaned back against the wall accidentally ringing someone’s bell. It was only fitting that she rang someone’s bell, because this appetizer to their dinner to be had rung her bell in the very best way…

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bandage via wikipedia 

Third time is a charm.

Nichy slipped her foot out of her shoe. She was working as substitute librarian again, and Renee had decided to keep her company. Renee who was still talking about how much she missed Tyler, who would be back the following week and apparently missed her as well.

“See? How am I supposed to get any work done if he is going to send me pictures like this?”

Nichy scraped the rug with her toe as she looked at the screenshot of Tyler with his beautifully erect shaft in his hand. He rubbed the space between his belly button, and the tip of his penis while tugging at his balls. The next shot was of his stomach covered with his come, and apparently some had gotten onto the camera. There was a splotch from a glob of something on the screen.  

“He shot onto the screen, he said because he was so hot from thinking about me and he sent this to me and I can’t–”

Renee’s hand was on her thigh, sunk between her legs as she leaned into Nichy.

“There is a bathroom here, right?”

Nichy nodded as she watched Renee sashay through past her desk, and disappear to where the bathrooms were. She was pretty sure Renee would not have cared if she knew that she and Gavin had seen her masturbating in her sleep…was she even sleeping Nichy wondered in retrospect.

“Stop daydreaming!”

The sound of Gavin’s voice made her breathless, she looked at him with a smile.

“I was not daydreaming,” she said crooking her finger so she could whisper to him, and pointed. “Renee’s in there.”

“Where?”

“In the bathroom, doing it again except this time she is definitely awake!”

Gavin stared at her, and Nichy was surprised he was not smiling. He looked terribly awkward, and stared into her eyes for longer than usual.

“She was keeping me company, and she got a sext from Tyler and…”

“I came to keep you company too, but I can’t deal with that again Nichy.”

“Well I don’t want to be in the middle of someone else’s sex life either! I feel frustrated, and I am not even getting any dick pics!”

Gavin stared at her, and she wished she could clamp her hand over her mouth. She should have known better than to talk about Renee, but it was something they had shared together.

“I’m sorry…I just…” 

Gavin leaned over the desk so his face was closer to hers. She got hot, and his body felt exceptionally warm as well.

“What are you sorry for?”

Nichy studied his face, she was not sure what he was thinking.

“For telling you about Renee, it is awkward…”

He moved his fingers across her lips.

“This is awkward Nichy.”

“I know…I’m…”

“Nichy…” 

He tilted his head to the side, she tilted hers to the side. It was the most awkward position ever, but they were going to kiss.

The door to the bathroom opened, and Nichy was startled.

“I feel so much better Nichy!” Renee looked at the two of them, with a weird smile on her face. “Hi Gavin,” she purred sounding sexy, post solo session in the bathroom.

“Renee,” he answered.

Nichy looked at them, and sucked on her bottom lip. She tasted the kiss that she had just missed. Would it have been so horrible if she had kissed Gavin, since she could still see Tyler’s ejaculate on the screen of the photo that Renee had showed her?

“I came to keep Nichy company, but if you are already here…”

“Stay Gavin, maybe you can tell me something about men…”

They were both going to stay, but for some reason this night a lot of people were in the library. Nichy ached when Gavin touched her hand and smiled.

“I’ll see you Nichy.”

She nodded. 

Renee was gone by then too, but she had hoped to be alone with Gavin eventually. To share an awkward or proper kiss. 

But she was not alone with him again until she was dreaming, and even then he did not kiss her. The sensation of her desire was so strong it wrapped about her like she wanted Gavin to, and she moved within it so wet she could barely get a grip on her clit to make herself come.

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cropped library photo by exposing40 

Renee twirled her e-cigarette nervously between her fingers, Nichy watched her.

“I realized that my blouse was buttoned wrong, and you said nothing about it. You are really a lady,” Renee closed her eyes as she inhaled to punctuate her statement.

Nichy remembered the visual of Gavin’s text to her that ended “my lady.” He had called her a lady, and she guessed that she was since Renee had reiterated it. The two women had gone out for coffee after work, because Renee wanted to talk about Tyler.

“He makes me want it so bad, I barely made it through the day. I got up to masturbate more than I went to the bathroom. I needed to touch the part of my cunt where I usually feel him when we are fucking. Just that sweet part of my clit that he hits or rubs…Just talking about it, I want to touch myself.” Renee paused and crossed and uncrossed her legs. She inhaled again.

Nichy remembered seeing them at the bar in the bathroom, and prayed that Renee would not make that connection. That image had stayed with her, and she fell asleep that night with her hand cupping her own breast and imagining that Gavin was the one cupping it. The need to cross and uncross her own legs was prevalent, but she did not want Renee to think she was mimicking her to make fun of her.

Renee pulled at her short skirt, and then rested her hand on the inside of her thigh. Nichy watched her as she twirled her e-cigarette and absently caressed the top of her thigh, her hand creeping up until it was just under her skirt.

“It’s like I am addicted to fucking him!” Renee exhaled roughly. “I cannot stop thinking about fucking him, it feels like he is fucking me when he is not!”

Nichy finally crossed her legs, and right then noticed Gavin at the bar. He was getting coffee, and she looked at him until Renee turned and saw him.

“Gavin!” Renee yelled, and then turned back to Nichy. “If he comes over here, at least I will fucking stop talking about fucking Tyler!”

Nichy smiled weakly, maybe Renee would be distracted but she would not. Gavin walked over. The sight of his suspenders made her heart race as much as it had when she saw him in the office, as it did now.

“I did not see you ladies!” he said, and sat down beside Nichy on the couch. She had picked up her bag so he could, and the feeling of his thigh against hers made her cross her legs again.

“Nichy saw you first, so I followed her eyes…”

Renee picked up her coffee, and complained it was cold. 

“Do you guys want to come to my place? I definitely have something hot there!”

Nichy looked at Gavin, who picked up his cup.

“Why not?” he said.

“Good,” Renee breathed as she stood up. “I do not want to be alone tonight.”

In a small space of time, Nichy was sitting on Renee’s couch next to Gavin. Renee brought her cold coffee to her apartment. But she drank so much scotch while she gossiped about the office, that she fell asleep on the couch knocking over a carton of sweet and sour pork. Some of the sweet and sour sauce dripped over her knee slowly. 

Nichy reached over and picked up the container, using chopsticks to pick up a piece of pork. 

“Let me have some too,” Gavin said. She looked at him before picking up a piece of pork to feed him. They ate the sweet and sour pork like that, until they were interrupted unceremoniously by snoring. Renee’s mouth was parted as she gently snored. Nichy looked at Gavin, and laughed. 

“I do not want to wake her up,” Nichy said.

“She’ll get up,” Gavin said leaning back on the couch, and stretching out his long legs on the table.

Nichy saw that Renee clutched her thigh while she slept, and the same as in the coffee shop she watched her hand drift up her thigh. But asleep, Renee had no filter. Her hand went right under her skirt, and her snores turned into moans. Gavin looked like he was going to sleep himself, but those moans made him fully awake.

Her moans were not as gentle as her snores, and their breathing quickened in conjunction.

“Come on,” Nichy said and took Gavin’s hand. “Let’s pretend to wash some dishes.”

Gavin nodded as he watched Renee’s hips move. Nichy could not stop looking at her either until they were in the kitchen. Holding the scotch, Gavin picked up the glasses and poured some out for the two of them. 

Nichy took her glass from him, and they clinked. She needed something. Renee had completely saturated her evening with sex. She picked up the chopsticks, and started to eat more sweet and sour pork.

“Do you want any?”

Gavin shook his head, and poured more scotch for himself.

“Hey, I can do the dishes. You guys are so sweet!” Renee padded barefoot past them, and preceded to wash the tiny bit of dishes. 

Nichy and Gavin kept looking at each other. 

“Why are you guys so quiet?” Renee said over the running water.

“Well you fell asleep!” Nichy said, and Gavin laughed to back her up.

“Sorry I was a bad hostess!”

They all laughed, and it was as if they were just that thankful she was not still fucking herself that they gossiped again.

Nichy was restless, her own lust had reached its peak. She couldn’t stop thinking about if she was Renee, and Gavin was Tyler. Would she be as addicted to him? Well she had already fucked herself from just having a cup of coffee with him, what did she think? She practically wanted to act like she was drunk so she could come onto him and say it was the scotch.

Gavin’s hand moved over her backside accidentally, because they were so close.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, and she nodded without looking up at him. She put her hand over his, and their fingers tangled on the counter.

“Dessert? Does anyone want dessert?”

Nichy wanted dessert very much…

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whiskey cocktail by f dot leonora 

Gavin did not make it every Friday to the after work outing, but he started making it to enough that Nichy missed him when he did not. She sat with Renee and Tyler in the booth.

“I wonder where Gavin was off to tonight?” Renee said casually.

“Not sure,” Tyler said. “But I am glad to have you ladies to myself!”

Renee grinned, Tyler’s hand high on her thigh. Nichy felt that Renee had a bit of a crush on Tyler, and it looked like it was returned. She saw them getting closer on her periphery, when she was not paying attention to Gavin. Without him there tonight, she was very aware.

They stayed a little later than usual, Renee and Tyler stepped away to go to the bathroom. Nichy was properly hungry, and asked for the menu. Draining the last of her drink, she got up to go to the bathroom where she planned to tease Renee properly. She pushed the door open, and heard the strangled sound of a woman moaning and her moan being then smothered. Nichy recognized Renee’s voice, as she slammed the door to the adjoining stall. There was wide crack between the stalls that made it easy to look into the next stall, and see the reflection of the occupants in this case, on the door that had a mirror. 

Renee’s gorgeous, curvaceous body was displayed: her breasts were being played with alternately and her triangle was covered by Tyler’s hand. He was kissing her neck and fondling her so fiercely, that it was clear she was about to come.

Nichy felt herself tighten, as she lifted her foot to flush the toilet and walked out without pretending to wash her hands.

Gavin was standing at their table, when she returned.

“I was wondering where you guys were!” he grinned.

Nichy smiled nervously, and picked up the menu.

“I thought you went home?”

Gavin looked at her, and shook his head. 

“I did, but I left my wallet in my desk so I checked to see if you guys were still here…are you the last one?”

“No, Renee and Tyler…”

Nichy stopped mid-sentence.

Gavin smiled at her as if he could guess.

“Have you eaten? I am starving!”

“No, I was looking at the menu…”

“Want to share an appetizer?”

“Sure…”

She could not stop thinking about Renee in the bathroom about to come with Tyler while she was sitting next to Gavin, the coolness of his pants leg against her bare thigh since her skirt had raised when she sat beside him. It excited her to see them in the stall, but she was jealous because she wished it was her.

Renee walked out with her blouse misbuttoned, and Nichy was too shy to say anything. Gavin was too much of a gentleman to say anything. If she had not walked in on them on the bathroom, Nichy would now know there was something between them. And if she was still clueless, Tyler offered to take Renee home which left her with Gavin, who put her coat on her.

“Don’t you and Gavin take the same train?”Renee questioned.

Nichy nodded, and Gavin took her arm. His touch on was like he was covering her mound, she felt the excitement so instantly.

“Don’t worry, I will get Nichy home safe.” 

“I bet you will!” Tyler grinned at them.

“You knew?” she asked Gavin on the train.

“Yeah!” Gavin nodded. “Tyler is not that much of a gentleman, he talked about what he wanted to do with her. Renee also has not been so quiet about what she wanted to do to him either…”

Nichy nodded remembering Tyler’s insinuations, as they headed for the train.

“You never get involved with office politics Nichy, you are friendly but diplomatic. I like that about you…Renee’s blouse was done wrong…you saw them didn’t you?”

Nicht felt herself tightening all the more.

“A lady would never tell!” she declared.

“And you are quite a lady…”

They talked about other stuff, before Gavin got off one stop before her. 

“Text me when you get home…”

She nodded.

Gavin turned and kissed her cheek, the feeling of his stubble against her skin startled her and shot right to her clit. 

“Get home safe,” she whispered into his cheek.

Nichy pressed her head against the cool glass of the window, her cheek hot with the soft burn of his stubble.

When she got home, she texted him. Not sure whether to be clever or practical, she simply typed:
Home.
She was going to tune her phone off, when she saw Gavin had texted back:
Good, goodnight my lady.
Nichy caressed her clit through her dress with the edge of her phone, her cheek still burning quietly with the touch of his against hers. 
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view from the q train via duck duck go images

Crossing her legs made Nichy feel the slickness between them, and she wanted to touch herself even though she was in the office at her desk. That morning she woke up, and her body needed to be touched. Her breasts felt heavy, her breath was heavy along with it. 

She slept naked so it was easy for her to pull her sheets up and stroke herself. Already moist from her dream that was not even sexual, she just sat next to Gavin in it like she had been when he made her wet at the bar after work. Except she was wetter than he had made her. In the dream they could have had sex, but neither of them pressed the issue. Their bodies grazed each other and she could smell him from her memory, the scent of him fresh off the street on a rainy evening before she cried out. She came so fast, she had not even realized she was over the precipice until she was. Her fingers clutched at her slippery labia as if she had lost something, pulling at it, opening it and dipping her fingers inside herself because she needed that release again.

She was late for work because she started again and did not leave until she came, this time consciously. Nichy remembered suddenly she was at work, when she saw an instant message on her screen from Gavin. His message was accompanied by the picture on his ID, which was as gorgeous as he was in person.

His words on the screen were unclear to her at first, as she crossed her legs again and felt the slipperiness that was there. Their benign instant messaging went on, as Nichy realized her legs were so close together…she squeezed and released them. Her crossed legs were so tight that like that morning, she came before she was even aware she was going to. Between her legs thumping, and her eyes teary, Nichy gasped when she looked up and saw Gavin at her cube.

“Hi Nichy, I figured I could just get up and ask you about the files since they are at your desk…Are you okay?”

She smiled, but Nichy feared that she might come again because his being so close made her labia twitch all over again.

“I am fine, just a full-bodied sneeze!” 

Nichy remembered reading a comparison to an orgasm as something like a sneeze, so she felt she had not exactly lied to Gavin. He sat on the edge of her desk, his muscular thighs enticing in jeans. He crossed his legs, so she crossed hers and felt an encore of thumping between her legs.

Gavin stood up, smiling at her.

“Well again I owe you Nichy, thank you for your help!” 

Her smile was soft as they made small talk, but when Gavin walked away she slumped in her chair, the remembrance of her solo pleasure undulated over her entire body it felt like. She closed her eyes, and saw Gavin like a dream…   

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anne sexton’s legs via google images

Nick Drake played dimly in the company library. When the head librarian and archivist left, people were asked to fill in for her in one-hour shifts. Nichy was happy to do so, even without the additional enticement of overtime.

She sat at the desk, rather late…she picked the later shift because she figured that she would not have a lot of activity then, that she would be able to work on her side projects as well. She was in the middle of working on a manuscript, when Gavin walked in. It was late, and she was actually getting ready to start closing up but paused when she saw his tall frame fill the doorway.

“Oh you are doing this?” he grinned at her.

Nichy held her hands behind her back, looked down and nodded.

“I was just about to close up…it was so quiet.”

Gavin raised his eyebrows at her.

“Oh, are you closed?”

She shook her head.

“I just need one magazine, and I know where it is.”

His warmth scent filled their space, she could smell her own perfume from an earlier reapplication when she came onto her library shift. Now she knew what their scents smelled like mingled, knew what it would smell like if they were close before he came inside of her or somewhere on her body. She imagined him coming on her spine of all places for some odd reason, on her spine or the small of her back.

Her fingers skimmed the inside of her skirt, caressing her bare skin. She imagined Gavin’s fingers there. Fantasizing about him this hard when she was still close to him was a delicacy. She saw his body whisper between the shelves, before he came out and faced her again.

“Thanks for letting me in Nichy.”

She nodded. 

“Oh good, it’s still open!”

Their colleague Elberta raced in, and unlike Gavin, did not ask Nichy if she was still open or not. There were still a few good minutes left and Elberta sat down, making it was clear she was not getting up immediately.

“Why is it that I always seem to impose upon you in some way when I see you?” Gavin questioned her as she stood beside him.

Nichy looked up at him, and her hands laced behind her back again. 

“I wanted to close too early, but it’s not a big deal.”

He looked down at her, 

“I just always feel like I owe you Nichy.”

She shook her head and laughed. 

Elberta got up, and acknowledged her on her way out.

“I owe you Nichy,” Gavin said again as he walked out behind Elberta.

“You don’t owe me anything,” Nichy said behind him.

Nichy turned around, and picked up closing up shop as if she had not been interrupted by Gavin or Elberta. She had turned off all of the lights, when her fingers skimmed inside her waistband again. But this time her fingers were tangled in her thong. An open window revealed the full moon, and it drew her to it. It was there with her back to the ladder that was in the aisle, that her desire surged as she caressed her bare skin. Her fingers drifted over her hips, she touched her stomach and dipped a finger into her navel…slowly her finger grazed her hair further down.

She wondered what Gavin liked, what he liked with his girlfriend. She remembered him saying “we” in the bar the other day, and that became her focus. What they were like? Had he ever come on her spine while they were having sex?

Looking up at the full moon, was she mesmerized? Her hand sunk down deeper inside her skirt, the only light on was the moonlight spotlight that caressed her face and upper torso. Nichy looked down as her face contorted with impending release. She was so wet she could barely grip either side of her clit to bring the pressure she needed to come. She smeared the wetness along her, until she felt the coolness from below grazing her clitoris. Where she felt that coolness, she rubbed and came before she even knew she was going to. She wheezed with the force of her desire. It seemed like she was moving like the frantic hands of a clock between her legs even when she brought her hand up, smearing her own ejaculate as she moved her fingers.

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library via duck duck go images

Nichy grabbed her bag, and everything fell out. She was a little tipsy after work, she had had two and a half vodka gimlets. Gavin was close enough when he squeezed in the booth next to her that, she could smell the beer on his breath.

It was Friday night, and it was the usual after work cocktail hour. But this time it was different. 

This time Gavin came.

He came at the last minute, he was not even going to walk in but Renée saw him outside and she rapped on the window. It was raining cats and dogs, so he came in. Wet. The only free space was where Nichy’s bag was, so she moved it. His wet body was beside hers, and now she was even tipsier, but it had nothing to do with her first vodka gimlet at that point.

He was so close she could smell his breath and his aftershave.

“Sorry, I am getting you all wet!” Gavin said.

Nichy smiled, and sipped the remainder of her vodka gimlet.

“What are you drinking? I’ll buy you one…”

Nichy licked a drop of vodka gimlet off of her lip.

“Vodka gimlet, but you don’t have to…”

“I keep messing up your life. Holding your elevators, getting you wet…”

Nichy shook her head.

“I’m good,” she said, shifting in the booth.

Conversation drifted in and out between shop talk and weekend plans, she did not talk much because she was nervous as hell. Plus the heat of his body, and his dampness against her made her want to touch that curve of her clitoris that she always wanted to touch when she looked at him. Their drinks came over on the same tray. 

Renée leaned over, and smiled at Nichy, 

“What are your plans for the weekend doll?”

Nichy liked Renée a lot, she was warm and genuine and always tried to make everyone feel special. She secretly loved her now, for being the reason why Gavin was sitting next to her.

“Nothing much, just enjoying the time off…”

“Me too, how are about you Gavin?”

“We are going on a short weekend trip…” 

Nichy did not hear the rest of what he said. We, she knew what that meant. She asked for a third vodka tonic.

“I got it,” Gavin said.

Nichy looked at him, she realized that even if he was a we, he was still so sexy, and when she crossed her legs she felt how much she agreed with that assessment.

“No,” she whispered putting her hand over his, feeling the soft hair that was on the top of his palm.

“I made you wet,” he repeated.

Nichy grinned, and slowly placed the hand that was on the top of his on her thigh. She slowly moved her hand over the length of her thigh.

She did not finish the third vodka gimlet. Gavin got up, explaining he was driving early.

“For you…” he said and forced a bill into her fist.

“Thank you,” she said, grabbing her bag and everything fell out. Gavin helped her pick everything up. He had his hand on every other thing in her bag. “Thank you.”

Gavin left, and she held out her hand that had been on top of his. She could still feel him there.

She still felt him there even after she went home, closed her door and pressed her back to it.

Dropping her bag on the floor, she let herself touch that spot that she always wanted to touch when she saw Gavin. Now that she had had more contact with him, and knew how he smelled and knew how he felt. Knew the heat of his body…now it was hard not to touch herself and not think about her hand on top of his now rubbing her slick nub. On the train she had had to be careful not to cross her legs, because she knew she could make herself come that way. So she sat with her legs apart. Waiting. Waiting patiently to come home, so she could rub herself in that tiny circular way she did along the side of her clit and make herself come.

She was grinding into her hand, and caressing her full breasts. She let her hand move from around the side of her breast, to hold its fullness and then let her hand trail over her stomach dipping into her navel. Her finger moved there in tandem with her other finger. Nichy slid down the door, her hand moving faster and faster between her legs. Her finger dipped inside of herself like a fountain pen dipping into ink, her finger fully coated with her wetness and she spread her legs all the more. She felt a run along her stockings, and did not care as she caressed her velvetesque lips until she came. Nichy felt the whisper of Gavin’s hand under hers one more time, and finally pressed her legs together. 

Nichy got up, and wobbled a bit–tipsy from vodka gimlets and lust…

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pink velvet via duck duck go images

When she saw Gavin in the aisle, her heart raced as usual. Nichy stood in the doorframe, and she felt that same urge she always felt. A desire to caress a particular curve of her clit. Every time she saw him in the office, she felt that way. 

She had made contact with him, he acknowledged her with a small nod and she smiled softly to acknowledge him. When she returned to her desk she was a stiff mess, her body so rigid and the desire to caress just that small part of herself aflame. 

But Nichy wouldn’t, she did not even allow herself to have fantasies about him, because it was a meager replacement to actually being with him. And how could she imagine him, she had never been with him. She had not memorized his scent, or felt the heat of his body along hers. 

Squeezing her eyes tight, she opened them and could still see him: his strong jaw prominent with a smile, his white teeth and the sparkle in his eyes. 

Nichy felt her hand between her thighs. Even though her hand was not in a provocative position there, she turned around to make sure that no one was looking at her. She got up, picked up her phone and went to go out for coffee. 

Her lust had passed as it always did. 

When she walked to the elevator, she pressed back against the wall. Just as the door was about to close, she looked up with annoyance at the newcomer when she realized it was Gavin.

“Sorry, but it is coffee time!” he said.

She laughed more from nerves than anything else.

“Lucky it was someone I knew, or I would have been pissed!” she said standing up straight.

“Going to get coffee?”

“It’s coffee time, you just declared it!”

They continued small talk, and then she headed to the coffee shop in their lobby. Gavin held the door open, and gestured for her to walk in.

“I’ll buy you a cup,” he said.

She was memorizing scent of warmth and subtle cologne, from their proximity. A soft musk.

“Awww, you don’t have to…”

“Well, actually, I have a free one…”

He grinned at her and she could feel the heat coming from his body, like heat rose from the sidewalks in the summer.

“You’re sweet sharing your free one, thank you.”

“Well for not being pissed with me for the elevator thing.”

She shook her head and grinned.

They ordered, and Gavin once again was gallant and opened the door for her when they left.

In the elevator with him again, she memorized his warmth.

“We have a proposal to get out, going to maybe need a third one of these if it gets really late,” he said looking at her.

“I have a project too, but if I drink another coffee I will be up all night!”

“You’ll probably see me flying your section by if I have a third cup!”

They laughed, and walked back toward the office.

“I am going to the ladies room,” Nichy said, when he went to buzz her in.

“Okay,” he smiled at her. 

Nichy went to the bathroom, put down her coffee and her phone down and headed into a stall.

Now she had memorized his scent and felt the heat of his body as she passed him, now it was too hard not to…

One hand gripped the door, as she pulled up her dress and her other hand slipping into her pantyhose that she wore without panties. Closing her eyes, she let her finger move over that curve that she imagined every time she saw Gavin. A low moan escaped her, and she bit her lip to keep quiet. His scent and warmth were with her like a summer day. She felt the dampness on her temples and under her arms and…well there. 

She moved just the one finger on her curve faster, and faster biting her lower lip to stop the mantra of obscenities that wanted to slip from her mouth. Suddenly she moved her hand as if she had touched fire, and felt the sweet circle of release that moved about her curve. She tightened her legs and thought how much she would like to have Gavin…there…

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