Awkward No Longer
written by:
Little tommy D.

No Longer Awkward

My last day was only six days away. I had made a late night run to the local grocer to grab some boxes for packing. The store restocks its shelves overnight and if you aren't an early bird, the boxes are broken down and shipped to the recycle operation. I bought a super size roll of sealing tape, a black marker for labeling, and a roll of packing paper for wrapping dishes, glasses and other breakables. I had reserved a truck and intended to move myself. Two friends volunteered to help load and unload so I was set for the day. At least I was until the phone rang the next morning.

It was Griffin Hughes. After a pleasant hello and small talk, he asked if it would be possible to advance my start date by four days. He apologized and said that a bond issue had come up and he had to leave for New York in three days which skewed the schedule against us. He wanted to be there to introduce me to the staff, get my initial assignment in order, and have me somewhat settled before his departure. I hedged about my notification to Harry at the pool servicing company and promised I would try to convince Harry to allow me to leave early. He thanked me for understanding and giving it a try. I told him I would call back within the hour. I called Helen Fairhope immediately. Helen was a single mother, age forty, a great worker, and she needed more work. I gave her my sob story, she asked a few questions and when she found that I had the jobs of patching and painting the pools in the off season, she jumped on the offer. That extra work would carry her through the Christmas season and she was ecstatic about it.

I called Harry, gave him the same sob story and when he objected, I told him that Helen had already agree to substitute for me and would take on the winter job also. When he heard that deal, he agree to let me go, but only if I promised to come to the shop this afternoon. I did and hung up. I called Griffin right back and told him it was all arranged, but I was in a fix since my helpers couldn't do the job except on Saturday. He said to expect a call from a local moving company later to set the time for the pickup. The company would spring for the moving job. That made me even happier since I would save over two hundred and fifty bucks on the truck alone. Since I had the boxes taped, I began filling some of them with the things I wouldn't need for the next two days. I broke at two, ate a sandwich and drank a glass of iced tea. I headed for the shop. I went to Harry's office and when I walked in; Sally jumped up and hugged me, telling me that she would miss me and my happy attitude. I thanked her and she pointed to Harry's office and said he was waiting on me. I went in, he stood, shook my hand and handed me my check. It was a nice one that included a bonus for bringing in the two wealthy clients. He also thanked me for handling the transition on my job as it gave him reasons to fend off Tim, Ed, Smitty, and Marnie, all who had lined up for the job. He walked me to the car, told me not to be a stranger, and wished me well. I returned to wishes for his business and told him I would stay in touch because of my vested interest in the Jordan's and Kingston's.

Before I was back at home, Ron Kingston called and told me how much he appreciated rearranging my start date. He invited me to join him and Griffin for lunch on my start date at the Danton Country Club where the Kingston Corporation had an ownership interest. What could I say but yes, this was the CEO and CFO, and one doesn't turn them down when they're buying. Long story shortened, the move and the arrival in Danton went better than I had anticipated. The apartment I rented was in perfect shape, the moving company placed all my belongings in the right places, hung my clothes in the closet and left the dishes and dressers to me. I could take weeks to do those if necessary. I've lived out of boxes on two other occasions and it worked out well.

When my first day rolled around, Griffin was waiting for me at the elevator on the third floor where the Executive offices were located. He led me to my office, demonstrated the locking system on the files, handed me a key and took me on the open floor and began the rounds of introducing me to the other personnel in the financial department. The last two on his list were sitting in his office. He introduced me to Deborah Fallon and Lisa Mounts. We stood a seat and he continued, "Jeremy, Deborah and Lisa are the stalwarts of this office. If it weren't for the two of them, nothing would get done." Lisa interrupted and said, "Brush that aside, Jeremy. Griffin tells that to everyone he expects to believe it. He is the motivation and cheerleader of the operation, we do our job and we try to do it well every time. We'd like to welcome you to our family. Whatever we can help with, we're here for you. Just ask." Deborah was nodding and she piped in with, "Griffin relies on us more than anyone else because we don't rat on him when he blows it." He laughed aloud at her remark and he said, "They do know me, and watch out for they'll know you all too well sooner than you'll expect."

"The reason I kept them for last is that you'll spend the next six weeks working with the two of them as they indoctrinate you with the ins and outs of the operation. They know where the bodies are buried and when the tickets are due. That's why I value them so much. As Deborah said so succinctly, they don't rat us out if we happen to miss a due date every now and then. When you come in tomorrow, you will start with Lisa. From that point, they will set your daily schedule depending on their flow of business that day. Questions?"

"Just one. I gather from the way you said that, that I'll be a ping pong ball during training? Bouncing from one to the other instead of continuing with one based on what they're working on at the time? If that's true, will I know before I get her where I'll be that day?"

Deborah answered, "If we know ahead of time we'll let you know. The work is volatile and you may be switched in the middle of a day depending on what happens with the market or the banks. We don't want to confuse you so we'll do our best until you get the feel of how the system works."

"I'm anxious to dig in and get my hands dirty so to speak. I'll be early, Lisa, and I'll be ready to listen and observe. Thanks for the explanation."

Griffin and I spent the balance of the morning together as he detailed the metal financing business, the differences from other manufacturing operations, the way the markets look at metals, and so much more that by the time lunch rolled around, my head felt ten pounds heavier. Lunch was mostly a non-event as Griffin filled Ron in on the urgency of the bond call. It was over my head as I had no idea of when it occurred, what it involved, how much was at stake and so on. The food was good and that compensated for my lack of interest. They apologized for dominating lunch with business and both promised a better experience for me when Griffin returned. We didn't take the full hour for lunch as Griffin needed to be back and prepare to leave tomorrow. He turned me loose and I went to my office to read some internal bulletins that had appeared on my desk. One of them had a paragraph that struck my interest and I went to ask either Lisa or Deborah. I found that Lisa had the same lunch hour we took, but Deborah left when Lisa returned, so I went to find Deborah.

She wasn't in her office so I stood in the doorway waiting. I was looking to my right when someone said, "Excuse me. You're blocking the door." I turned and was greeted with eye-popping beauty in the form of a gorgeous brunette sporting ruby red lips, carrying tits that were mouth watering, and an ass that punched me in hard the balls. I moved aside and when she stepped in the office, I said, "Ms. Fallon is down the hall for a moment. Can I give assistance in any way?" She gave me a strange look and spouted, "Who the Hell are you? Since when do underlings give assistance to daughters of employees?"

I stuttered when I asked, "Y--you're Deborah's daughter? I didn't know she had a daughter."

"You may not have known it, but all of sudden you certainly want to fuck her, don't you? Don't lie; I see it in your eyes and pants."

"You don't see it in my pants! I may have been thinking it, but I don't show it."

"Don't be a damn fool. It may not be hard yet, but it thickened and it shows like a kielbasa running down you leg."

"So what? There's nothing wrong with that when it does it. It's natural."

"It's natural to want to fuck. If you really are interested, it could happen, but don't hold your breath wise guy. With you, it could take ages."

"Who the Hell do you think you are judging me like you just did? You don't even know my name. I don't know you either."

She reached in her back pocket, took out a card and handed it to me. I read--Emma Lou Fallon--Corporate Web Services. It had a local address and phone number and was unique in design. I put it in my pocket and asked, "So you design web pages and do servicing. Never heard of you."

"I guess you're so low on the totem that you don't have a card, so you remain anonymous to me. That sets back your chances even a few more years." As soon as she said that, Deborah showed up in the doorway. "Emma, I'm ready. Lisa is back so we can leave. Did you meet Jeremy Stimson?"

"Yes, Mom. We met. Let's get out of here and have some Shrimp Gumbo." I stood aside and watched them going through the door to the elevator. That ass on her still punching my balls around. I'll get Lisa for my question while I mull that whirlwind around inside my head. Lisa gave me the answer in about two paragraphs and it was fully understandable. I returned to my office to finish reading the remaining bulletins.

I was on the last paragraph in the last bulletin when my phone rang. I stared at the phone, wondering who other than three people had my new number. I picked up believing it to be one of those three, but was knocked over when she said it was Emma Fallon. I smartly replied, "I guess you want to continue the abuse you pounded me with while waiting on your mom at lunch, huh?"

"I'm sorry for the way I treated you, Jeremy. I want to apologize by buying you a drink after work today. Do you have the time to meet me at 'Devine's' on Anderson? I can be there around five or so if you're available."

My heart leapt through the roof when she made her invitation. It was a split second decision, "Sure, Emma. Where is Devine's? I'm new in town and aren't familiar with many places yet."

"Sorry, I didn't realize you didn't live here. Stay at the office. I'll swing by and pick you up at no later than five-fifteen. I'll give you an insider's tour on the way. Thanks for accepting. See you later."

I swung the chair around and stared out the window at a train passing as I digested the drastic change in her attitude in less than three hours. Miracles do happen I now believe. I had completed reading all of the catch-up bulletins and was looking for something to do. Since tomorrow I start with Lisa, I thought that I would ask Deborah if she had any mundane tasks that I could assist her with to ease any crunch she may have. I tapped on her doorsill, she smiled and waved me in and motioned toward the chair. When I was sitting at the left front of her desk, I asked if she could shuffle some simple items to me for action. She nodded, sorted through her 'In' basket and took out two and handed them to me. "You may need to confer with Allan Rees in Operations on these two as his input data may not be complete yet. If not, see if you can hustle them up a little as these reports are due next Wednesday. When you finish these, I can stir up a couple more if you want." I stood and said, "I'll get on them pronto. Does Allan know I'm here or will he have to call to verify my authorization?

"The notice went out three days ago so if he read it, he knows. If he doesn't, have him buzz me." I started to walk away when she said, "Just a minute, Jeremy. I almost forgot. Emma told me at lunch today that she was pretty rude to you before lunch. She said she'll call and apologize." I grinned and told her, "She called about an hour ago. She didn't tell me why she lit into me as she did, but wants to make it up."

Deborah laughed and said, "She thought you were the mail clerk showing off. When I told her you were the future CFO, she was shocked plus embarrassed when she heard that you were in the Executive group. I told her she was way too judgmental about people especially if she wants to grow her business. She young and will learn the hard way."

"And the price is too heavy the hard way most times. I'll accept her apology and give her another chance for a redo first meeting. Maybe she'll feel better then. I'll get for now. Thanks."

She was right on time. I ran to the car because it had started to drizzle and I had left my umbrella in my car. I jumped in, she touched my hand and said, "Thanks for not holding a grudge. Mom has always beaten on me for my hasty actions and I'll admit I overreacted today. Accept my apology and I'll give it a new start and hopefully erase our first meeting."

I grinned and replied, "You won't believe it, but that's almost the exact thing I told your Mom a couple of hours ago. You haven't talked with her, have you?"

"No, not since lunch, but I'm happy you feel that way. Could my ass influence your feeling along those lines any?" She smiled and winked at me.

"How did you ever arrive at that conclusion? Why would you think my ogling your ass would make me agree to anything?"

"I'm a psychic, didn't Mom tell you? I read your mind. But forgetting all the bullshit, Jeremy, I realize that guys drool when they see my ass and I realize it isn't just me; it's any young woman with a nice body and shapely bottom. It's a hazard of being female in a hard on society."

"Yeah, you're dead on there. Guilty as charged. So, where is this Devine's where I get free drinks tonight?"

"Follow me. Since you're a stranger in town I plan on leading you astray because I fear no retribution." She hit the gas and we were off. The drizzle remained steady, but she gave me a quick tour, pointing out places to shop, to eat, to hang out, and to avoid for whatever reason. She pointed out a barber shop and recommended it highly, mostly for its executive clientele where I could get a handle on other businessmen in town. I found the tour entertaining and very useful.

She parked in the lot beside Devine's, took a golf umbrella from the back seat, came around and got me. We walked arm in arm to the entrance, she shook the water from the nylon, lowered it, and I held the door and followed her down the tiled aisle. The hostess greeted her by name, she introduced me to Allison Meadows, and Allison lead us to a dark booth in the corner against the back wall. I resisted watching Allison's ass as she walked away and I think Emma noticed because she had a sly grin on her face, but said nothing. She eyed me and explained, "Devine's is one of my client's. I designed their web page, I maintain the site, and everyone here knows me. If we become friends, you'll find that I'm known in a number of places for the same reason, my web business. I have five other employees, a book of one hundred and ten clients and it's growing. I have dreams of becoming the preeminent web company in the market."

"I wish you luck and if I can help, let me know. I know some companies that could use your expertise. I'll give you a list and you can take it from there. Who takes out order?"

"Allison has already turned it in. It should be here shortly."

"How did you know what I wanted?"

"I'm psychic I told you. Don't you listen or are you too busy inspecting my ass? Maybe I should learn to talk out of it in order to get attention to what I say. Anyway, here comes our order." The young blonde had the tray in her left hand and deftly managed it while she sat our drinks in front of us, unloaded two baskets, one of popcorn, the other of pretzels and nuts mixed. She grinned at Emma, Emma said meet Jeremy, she touched my hand, and Emma said, that's Evie. Evie turned and left. This time I watched until Emma slapped my hand.

We touched out glasses and took the first sip of out Manhattan's. I "umm'ed at the taste, Emma leaned over and whispered in my ear, "That's the way I taste, Jeremy. Not like the drink, but like the 'umm' you just muttered. I imagine you'd be interested in testing my taste after a couple of drinks."

"Emma, it doesn't take drinks to stimulate my desire to apply a taste test to you. It only takes an opportunity, nothing else." I was jolted when I realized she was unzipping my pants under the table. I moved forward slightly to give her easier access and I knew the fly was open. Her hand was probing the inside, moving my boxers fly aside and tickling my balls with her fingernail. She leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips and whispered, "This booth is where I sit because it's out of the mainstream, it's dark, it's accessible, and it's the most private one here. No one will disturb us until I punch that button." She pointed to a small elevated black, indented and unidentified spot on the wall. "So, relax and let's enjoy our drink."

That was easy for her to do, but for me, her left hand wrapped around my dick was causing me hiccups in my ability to sip a drink slowly. She had me at full length now and she was gently, slowly running her hand up and down the shaft, bumping against the head, and pulling all the way to my balls. I squirmed a few times and when I sat farther up, she disappeared under the table. She had both hands on it now, looked up at me and said, "It's a handsome dude, Jer. He's big and wide and long also. Like I said today and I was right, it was a kielbasa running down your leg." When she finished that sentence, she ran her tongue at the eye in the head and drew an involuntary moan from deep inside me. She gave it several jerks, a kiss on the head, put it back in my pants and zipped them. She rose back to her seat, kissed me again and softly offered, "I approve conditionally based on an untested review. If we leave now, I can complete my testing before the late news. Drink up!" She winked again, patted my still standing dick, pushed her empty glass to the center of the table and slid to the edge of the leather booth seat. I didn't hesitate. I followed her lead.

She lived three miles from Devine's and we made it in no time at all. It was a straight shot on the same street. She parked in front of her apartment complex, she buzzed the door open and we hurried down the hallway to 12A. She keyed the door open, flipped the light, and I was greeted with a neat, bizarre, computer-themed living room area. She guided me to a shocking completely feminine-oriented bedroom where she dimmed the lights, pulled the drapes, and pointed to the bathroom. "You go first. When you come out, the right hand side of the closet is empty. Hang your clothes there. I'll join you later." She left the room so I went to the bathroom, took a leak, washed my hands, used the bottle of mouthwash, and went back to the bedroom to undress. I dropped on the right side of the bed, completely naked, and waited.

She came in carrying two drinks and a small bag. She sat all three on the nightstand, and stood by the edge of the bed beside me and leaned forward so that I could kiss her. I pulled her down and she lay on top of me. This kiss had more passion, more tongue, and more groping than the ones she initiated at Devine's. I felt the material of the robe she wore and the feel was one of wicked sex, slick, smooth, and, even though it was dry, it felt wet to my touch. I untied the belt, slowly opened the robe and marveled at the display of her magnificent body. As I spread the robe back over her shoulders, her 34-inch bust stood tall, striking hot pink nipples, fifty cent-sized matching aureoles pointing to the wall over my head,. After seeing these beauties, I'll add them to the watch list along with her ass. She was wearing a pair of miniature bikini panties that failed to completely cover her bush; these were teal in color with tiny bright red roses on each hip. I took her tits in my hand and the firmness was unbelievable. Peaches came to mind, soft, but firm, malleable under my hands. I pulled her closer and took the left one in my mouth. I let it rest on my tongue, savoring the feel. I began to gently suck on it as I reached for the panties and slowly rolled them down below her hips, letting them rest on her thighs. I moved to her right tit while I reached around and took an ass cheek in each hand. I tenderly massaged each one, sneaking my fingers into her crack and running them up and down as I sucked the nipple on her tit. I paused and whispered, "Ummmm! Better than expected."

She was beginning to pant heavier, her abdominals were tensing. I pushed the panties down to ankles, lifted each leg, removed them, and put the panties under my pillow to be retrieved as a souvenir. Pulling her closer, I began to kiss her navel and rib cage as I massaged her tits. I moved to the lovely, bushy pussy and sniffed her aroma causing my dick to involuntarily vibrate, clawing for release from the pressure of the sheets. I turned her over, gently pushed on her back, pulled her hips upward and I put my tongue in her ass crack and licked the full length. When I hit the bottom, I flicked it against her asshole, ran it in circles and stuck it in the hole as far as I could enter it. I muttered to her through my kissing, "See, Emma, I do love your ass." She was gasping and firmly clutching the sheets in each hand now. I knew she was ready, as ready as she would ever be. I rose, and in a sudden move, she grabbed me around the arms and began sucking my right tit, it felt strange but extraordinarily sensual. As she sucked it, I was prompted to run my hand between her legs and feel the heat. I ran a finger down her pussy and collected the wetness on my finger, with her watching, I sucked my finger and whispered, "You were entirely right, it's the sweetest nectar in town." She ohh'ed. I ran the finger again and stuck it in her mouth, giving her the familiar taste of herself. "Am I right about the taste?' She vigorously nodded as she was pulled me downward on the bed. I hesitated and reached the nightstand and flipped on the radio that was playing delicately muted soft pop instrumentals. I moved her upwards; lay her in the middle of the bed, dropped to my knees and scooted between her widely spread legs.

I reached for one of the large overstuffed pillows, lifted her hips and stuffed it under her beautiful, pliable ass. I rapidly moved, scooted farther up between her legs and put my face even with her visibly wet pussy. I used my index fingers and gently parted the lips so that I could enjoy the glistening, enticing pink labia. I told her that her coloring was beautiful, that her vulva was without equal, that her Mound of Venus breathtakingly appealing. I piled on the compliments until I felt I was overdoing it. I started deliberately licking at the perineum, continuing upward until I reached her clit. The slow progression of my tongue toward its ultimate target had her squirming, wriggling, and gasping faster as reached my goal and gave her clit an enthusiastic workout inside my mouth. When I thought she was peaking, I moved away, scooted back up, put her hand on my quivering dick, encouraged her to rollover, and suck it. She swiftly responded, worked to give it a few hardy jerks before she moved her mouth down its length and had her chin at my balls. The warmth of her mouth on my dick, the movement up and down was mesmerizing as I once again let my thoughts drift to her ass. I could have remained in that lock forever with her softly playing her mouth on my dick and holding my balls in her delicate, soft hands. I patiently waited until I was dangerously near climax. When I recognized that point, I reached, moved her head up, rolled her over and put her ass back on the pillow. I kissed her pussy several times while tongue playing the flowing juices and then I put the head of my dick in a resting position on her lips at her entrance point, looked at her without moving and waited until she pulled the trigger by nodding and saying, "Yes, Jeremy. Oh, God, yes! Please do me, do me now."

I penetrated her slowly. I stopped until I found the rhythm and could join with the beat of the music. When I established the rhythm, I began thrusting energetically to keep time with the ever increasing drumbeat. Emma was silently mouthing, 'Oh, God. Oh, God,' as I continued the rhythmic non-stop fucking using the same thrust with each stroke. She began to violently spasm. I took her right tit in my mouth and sucked as she was twisting, bucking, gasping, and increasing her 'Oh, Gods' to a louder level in my ear. I never stopped and fucked throughout her orgasm. I allowed myself to increase my stroke in advance of the music and within seconds, my balls constricted, moved upwards, and my climax was upon me. I withdrew before it starting Cumming; she grabbed my dick and directed it spurts over her face, tits and abdomen. She urgently jacked on it in an attempt to drain more and more cum out. She used her other hand to spread the cum across her chest and face, licking her fingers between wipes, She wiped again and stuck her fingers in my mouth so that I could have a taste of my own cum. It couldn't compare with her taste, believe me. I continued to kneel above her and observed her actions with a grin on my face. When we tired, I lay beside her and fingered her pussy, feeling the wetness and warmth that remained after a fantastic first fuck session. We lay there holding each other until she pleaded, "Jeremy, we need to have something to eat before we restart."

We were at the table in her small kitchen finishing our quick meal with a few cheese and crackers and our original drinks when she took my hand and seriously said, "Jeremy, at timed I act somewhat kinky in what I do. I noticed the surprise on your face when I sat up and sucked your tit. I also noticed how you appeared to accept and enjoy my sucking." I nodded and she continued, "When we finish here and go back to restart, if that's what you want to do, I would like for you to allow me one more kinky act of sex play if you will."

I was still nodding when I replied, "Whatever you want short of shearing my balls off, Emma. I'm open-minded, young and ready to test any options. What do you want to do?"

"Just wait. I'll show you my part and how I want you to join in with me on the fun."

She prepared a new batch of Manhattan's; we took the fresh drinks and returned to the bed. We both took a sip, she lay back in the bed and began, "When I was in school, I was a gymnast and discovered that the flexibility of the body was a marvel," while she talked she was positioning herself behind the pillow and had it so that her legs draped over it, her ass slanted against the back side. "I discovered early on that I can eat myself without any difficulty and that's the way I have masturbated since my sophomore year in high school. I want to do that now while I watch you jack yourself off as you kneel in front of me between my legs. So, if you would get in position, we can begin this new adventure for you."

I followed her lead and kneeled between her legs, she fondled my balls while I worked on my dick. Just the thoughts of what we were doing were exciting me and it didn't take much encouraging getting me fully hard again. I held my dick in my hand while she leaned her head between her legs and I saw her pink tongue tickling her flaming pink labia. Her eyes were focused on my dick, my eyes staring directly at her glowing wet pussy as she worked herself into a frenzy of urgent licking and poking at her clit. My arm was acting like a piston, driving my right hand back and forth down the length of my dick, pulling for it to reach another Cumming event.

Three, four minutes was all it took for me and I knew it wasn't all my doing. The sight of what Emma was doing to herself was enough to strain my mind to assist in the ultimate ejaculation. I had the familiar feeling down deep inside and knew it would be an eminent and powerful fulfillment of our joint adventure. I let my hand hit the under ring on the corona of the head of my dick and it blew my cum on her hair, back, and the waning dribbles fell on her pussy just as Emma screamed and grabbed me around the hips and gasped, "Oh, Lord, Jeremy, it was all a magnificent ending." She returned her head to her opening, lapped her juices and cleaned my cum from the hair above. She lay back and panted heavily, a broad smile on her face when she opened her arms and beckoned me to fall on her supine body. We kissed strongly before I rolled to her right side, lay against her and fondled her right nipple. It had been the best apology of my life and my acceptance spectacular.

I tapped her on her navel and whispered in her ear, "I don't want this to end, but we have to work tomorrow. Unfortunately, you have to take me back to the office for my car."

"I don't mind. Tonight's been worth the small sacrifice of driving you back. I'll wear my pajamas and then I'll be able to quickly prepare for bed when I get back."

She did. We were in the car for the short drive back when my phone rang. It was Kim Kingston. She wanted me to be available at six Saturday evening to meet with her and Mel Jordan at Mario's Fine Italian Dining here in Danton. She stated that we would adjourn to their house in Danton for after dinner entertainment. I was fully aware of what that entertainment needed for their amusement: my hard dick. I agreed. How can you argue with the big bosses' wife?

Before I left Emma in the car, I made a date for Sunday evening. As I keyed the door to my apartment, I smiled when I thought of what a fun weekend my dick would be having before it was over.