Chapter 1: Introduction
Don sat hunched over his desk, wondering if anyone ever noticed how crappy the florescent lights made everything look. He buried his face in the latest sales report, his shoulders shaking slightly. What the fuck was he doing with a company like this? He should have bought everything out when he had the chance. Hindsight, sure, but still.
His brow furrowed as he read the sales figures. Why wasn't he making even more money? He was ambitious as hell. He passed a hand through his short, brown hair and glanced up.
He saw her from the corner of his eye, walking down the aisle, the curious clatter of her heels on the linoleum flooring echoing through the office. It couldn't be, could it?
It was Erica.
Her hair was longer than he remembered, a wavy cascade of blonde curls that seemed to frame her face perfectly. She had filled out, too, her curves soft and inviting. She was walking with a swagger, the opposite of the skinny, punky, blue hair girl he remembered from college.
Now she was a Walker Texas Ranger, stomping through the office with round hips and big breasts that threatened to burst through her blouse.
He blinked, unsure if he was hallucinating. Erica was here, and she looked amazing.
He watched her walk towards him, her hilarious little gait making his body stir.
"Hey there," she said, grinning when she reached his cubicle. "It's been a while."
Don didn't know what to say. His voice was stuck in his throat, his body tingling with arousal.
She looked so fucking good.
"Erica," he managed to croak, swallowing hard. "Is it really you?"
She nodded, still smiling. "Yup, it's me. I just got a job here a few days ago."
He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was captivating. And not just physically. There was something about her that made him want to fuck her brains out.
"W-well, welcome to the team," he stammered, feeling like an idiot.
She laughed.
A light, playful sound that rippled through him like a shudder. "Thanks, Don. I'm looking forward to working with you."
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was a bad idea. He shouldn't be getting hard for this woman, his old roommate from college. But he couldn't help it. She had always been beautiful, even in her punky phase. He briefly remembered catching her masturbating at college. Her walked up to her room, thinking she was just watching TV as he could hear the loud K-pop she liked, blaring on her room's TV. The first thing he saw was her bare legs, then, naturally, her delicate hands furiously rubbing her wet pussy. He took a moment to not give away what he was thinking. Before Erika began to speak.
He could barely hear her over the racket of his pounding heartbeat and the rush of blood in his ears.
"So, we should catch up sometime. I'd love to know what you've been up to all these years," she said, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and curiosity.
He nodded, feeling out of breath. "Yeah, let's do that. Do you want to grab lunch together sometime?"
She smiled, her cheeks turning a rosy pink.
"Sure, I'd love that. Let's pick a place later. It was good seeing you again, Don."
He watched her walk away, her round ass swaying with every step. It was maddening.
He gripped the edge of his desk, feeling the familiar throb between his legs. Fuck, he needed to fuck.
He thought about Erica, about the memories he had of her. He couldn't erase the image of her masturbating, the sight of her glistening pussy.
He imagined what she would look like now, the change she had undergone. And it was even more tantalizing than he could have ever imagined.
The days seemed to drag as he waited for her to contact him about grabbing lunch. He knew it was probably just him, obsessing over her, over her body.