As I stood between her legs, which now were hanging over the front edge of the desk, I watched as she unbuttoned my shirt, and pulled me close. "Carls...I love you."
Then I felt her lips on my neck, and I tilted my head back. "I love you too...so much."
Suddenly (thanks to her), my shirt and bra were off, and her arms were around my upper back, pressing our chests together. I lay my cheek against the top of her head, and hugged her to me.
What an amazing moment! I felt that we had (finally) struck a (much-deserved) blow back against that arrogant, self-righteous, sorry excuse for a chef. But more important was how I felt about the girl in my arms, as I reveled in the knowledge of how great I'd just made her feel, and how hard I'd just made her cum, and how much she loves me and...
...holding her close, I lost myself in her...in us...telling myself that nothing in the world could possibly alter this feeling...this incredible moment...
...but then I felt her opening my zipper.
"Sam?"
"Your. Turn."
"I can't!"
"What, are you tired, Cupcake? You must be...but don't worry...I'll do all the work."
"It's not that."
"Well, then...what?"
"Sam, you can't..."
She smiled, so self-assured. "Oh yes I can...I'll bet I can out-tongue-fu you any day of the week!"
"No, Sam, not right now..."
"You can, and I will..."
"I really want to...but...I can't..."
"Oh...yes...you...can."
"Sam...don't..."
She gently pressed her fingers to my lips. "Shh...I'll bet you're so wet..."
I gently moved them away. "Well, yes, actually, but..."
"Shh...," she whispered, as she wrapped one arm around my waist, while she insistently slid her other hand far down inside my jeans. "...Carls, I'm going to lay you back on this desk, and then I'm gonna make you cum so har...oh...uh..."
She suddenly comprehended, and her hand stopped moving. It was cupping the bulge in my panties.
I looked at her and raised my eyebrows.
"Oh...yeah...forgot...sorry."
"Not a problem."
"And the first day is the worst day!" she said, repeating the little rhyme that I used (frequently), when complaining about it.
I smiled. "You got that right."
"But, if you weren't...would you let me?"
"Absolutely."
She was looking into my eyes...and her hand hadn't moved from inside my jeans...and, suddenly, I felt myself blushing.
She noticed. "Carls, what?"
"Nothing."
"Come on..."
"What makes you think it's anything?"
"Oh, I don't know...maybe by the way your cheeks are lighting up this office."
I'm sure I blushed even harder, as I shook my head. "It's nothing."
"Come on... no more secrets...ever...we both promised."
"I can't tell..."
"I tell you everything."
"But..."
"Carls...just tell me...what is it?"
"Okay...it's just...I was thinking...that I really want to...and that...it's...well, it's too bad that...that I can't right now."
She kissed me. "Says who?" she whispered, pulling me closer, and pushing her free hand against my lower back, while using her other hand to press my pad up against me.
"Sam, what are you doing?"
"Trying to make your day," she whispered, and then began moving the heel of her hand in a circular motion.
"Sam!"
I tried to pull away, but she tightened her grip. With both hands. "I want to make you feel sooo good..."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No..."
"Yes..."
"no..."
"yes..."
"...no..."
"...yessss..."
"...oh, Sam...I want to...you know I want to...so badly...but..."
"...okay, then...shh..."
"...but there's no way...I can't...I don't want to..."
SAM:
The way she was moving against my hand told me otherwise.
Then, suddenly she stopped.
"Carls, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." I heard her sniffle.
Oh no. I stopped moving my hand. "Talk to me."
She shook her head.
"Carls, come on, whatever it is...it's okay...just tell me."
"It's just...so frustrating...to want to...and to not able to do anything about it."
"Come here." I hopped down, stood next to her, and hugged her, and felt her trembling in my arms...
...then, sliding my hands under her backside, I lifted her onto the desk.
"Sam, no!"
"You know you want to."
"I can't! Not today."
"Why not?"
"You know why not."
"Shh.." I slowly pushed her down onto her back.
"Sam...no..."
I climbed up onto the desk.
"please..." (she pulled me closer)
"...I don't want to... (her arms and legs wrapped around me)
...stop this..." (she pulled me down on top of her)
"...I can't... (running her hands up my back)
...stop this..." (and then over my arms)
"I..."(grasping my hand, and sliding it down to her abdomen).
I kissed her forehead, and then looked into her eyes. "It's fine."
She looked like she was about to cry.
"Shh...don't worry, Carls...it's fine...really...you know how much I love you."
"Sam, I can't do this..."
I whispered into her ear, "It's okay...nothing bad is going to happen."
"But Sam, I've never...not even by myself...not during my..."
I raised my head and looked at her. "But you've wanted to...haven't you?"
She turned her head.
"Carls?"
No answer.
"Carls," I asked gently, "have you? Whatever the answer is...I promise it's okay."
Not looking at me, she nodded slowly.
I got my apron off the floor, folded it twice, and slid it under her hips.
"What are you doing?"
"Just in case..."
"But..."
"Shh...just in case..."
"Are...are you going to take off my panties?"
Arrgh! That word!
"Do you want me to?"
"No!"
"I won't...I promise...okay?"
She was trembling, as she nodded. "Where's the bathroom?"
"Why?"
"I'm...going to change my..."
I shook my head.
"Oh...Sam!" Then her arms were around my neck and she whispered, "I love you...so much!"
I removed her jeans slowly, to give her time to change her mind, but she remained silent, and then she pulled me close as I lay down next to her.
I felt her trembling, as I slid my hand up the inside of her thigh. "Oh please... I want you...so badly..."
I covered her pad with my hand, pushing it up tightly against her.
"...oh...God!"
I started to move, but she didn't.
"It's okay...go ahead."
"Uhmmmmuh...," she started rocking up, against my the base of my open palm.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes...oh...Sam...uhh..." Her eyes were closed and her hands were on my shoulders.
"How's that?"
"...please...don't stop..."
"I won't."
"...oh, yes...oh, please...I want...I want you to...I...do..."
Then, as I moved my hand from between her legs and slowly began to slide it down into her underwear, she froze. "Sam...No!"
"It's fine..."
"But...it's been...three hours...since..."
"Shh...it's okay..."
"Sam...no..."
I looked directly into her eyes. "We both know that you want me to."
She looked away.
"If I'm wrong...just say so."
Silence.
"Am I?"
Silence.
I gently whispered in her ear, "...am I wrong?"
"I'm so scared..."
"Carls, I don't mind at all...I know how much you want this...and I want it for you."
"...but...I'm so...messy..."
"Well...there's a box of gloves over there...do you want me to put one on?"
"Do you want to?"
"No. Do you want me to?"
She closed her eyes, and shook her head.
"Then it's okay...really."
"Sam?"
"Yes?"
"Not...not 'up inside'...okay?"
"I won't...I promise."
She whispered: "I love you...so much."
"Then let me..." I whispered back.
She turned back to look at me...paused...then nodded.
"...let me..."
"Oh, Sam!" her thighs were shaking, as I slid my hand down into her underwear.
"...let me." I whispered, resting my hand against her.
"Sam...I...ahhh...ahhh..."
She was wet, but I'd been in my fair share of fights, and had seen (and shed) enough blood (mostly other people's), so touching her like this didn't bother me...not at all.
I pressed two fingers against her, firmly, one on each side, and gradually slid them up, near the top, and slowly began to move them, up and down.
"Oh..."
I felt the way her body was moving, trembling, beneath my hand...so different from last night.
"Sam?"
"Shh...it's okay...everything is okay."
"Sam?"
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No...S-sam?"
Not stopping, I leaned over, and she put her hands on the back of my neck, and then I gazed down into her face, at the way she was looking up at me, and, suddenly, it all made sense.
At first I didn't understand...at all...why she wanted this...but, until this very moment, I had never realized just how incredible it is. When someone you love is willing to be so open and intimate with you during something so...well...so very personal...it is...and became, by far...the sexiest, most powerful thing I've ever experienced.
And then, as I looked into her eyes, I suddenly realized that, by being so trusting, and making herself so completely vulnerable, that she knew...we both knew...that she was willingly doing this for me, just as much as for herself...and I saw all of this in her eyes, and, in my entire life, I've never felt so deeply loved as I did at that moment.
I kept moving my fingers up and down, and then, without stopping, began pressing them slightly toward each other.
She grabbed my shoulders. "Sam!"
"That's it, just hold on to me."
"I'm I...ooh..."
"That's it...you're doing fine."
"I can't..."
I wrapped my free arm around her back. "Come on...I've got you."
"Sam!"
"I know you want to...go ahead."
"I can't..."
"It's okay, just let go of it."
"I want to...but I'm afr..."
"Shh...there's nothing to be afraid of...I promise, it's gonna feel so good."
"But I might...I'm already so..."
"Shh...you'll be fine... there's an apron under you...just let go."
Pushing my fingers closer against her, I continued running them all the way up and down, pressing their tips tightly together, each time I reached the top.
She began to whimper, and her hips began to convulse, and I could tell she was fighting against it. "Sam!"
"That's it...you're almost there."
"No..."
"Shh...stop trying to hold it back."
"Sam...I can't..."
"You're so close.
"But I...
"Come on...I'm right here..."
"Sam...I...I..."
"...and it's okay."
"Oh, Sam...I want to!" She was near tears.
"Then go ahead."
"I want to...but...I-I just..."
I leaned over where she lay, my face inches from hers. "Do you love me?"
"You...you know I do!"
"Then do it...Carls...for me..."
"But...I..."
"...for me, Carls."
"Oh..."
"Come on..."
"...oh...Sam..."
"Now. For me"
"Oh...oh...SaaAAM!"
With a gasp, her body jerked violently backward, out of my arms, onto the desk, and then, as she arched her back, I immediately leaned down and let her grab onto me again, pulling her back up against me. "That's it, Carls..."
"Oh no..."
"Shh..."
"...it's...it's coming out..."
"Shh...you're fine...keep going."
"...but...I'm..."
"Shh...you're so beautiful...everywhere I look...everywhere I touch you."
Her arms wrapped tightly around me, I experienced, firsthand, the intensity of the force with which her body was convulsing as she climaxed...as every unrestrained, uncontrollable jolt and shock wave that exploded within her core also slammed...immediately, relentlessly, through me...as if we were one person, instead of two.
When she finally went completely limp in my arms, I carefully lowered her onto the desk, and, pulling back to look at her, I saw the tears in her eyes.
"Hey."
"Oh...oh S-sam..."
"No...don't cry...that was..."
She cut me off with a kiss. "Oh...I love you!"
"I love you too, Cupcake...are you okay?"
"Y-yes."
"Give me a hug."
She did. (Probably the longest one of my life.) When her arms finally let go of me, I kissed her cheek, and carefully removed my hand from where it still lay.
"I'll be right back...Don't move, and don't sit up."
"Why not?"
"I don't want you to leak onto the desk...that bastard isn't worthy..."
In the stewarding area of the kitchen, I washed my hands over the empty mop sink that was set into the floor. Then I wet an entire box of paper towels with warm water, brought them back into the office, and found a clean pad in her handbag.
As I moved next to where she still lay, and smiled down at her, she reached for what I was holding. "Thanks, Sam, I..."
I moved my hands away. "Shh...no, Carls...let me."
She looked surprised. "You don't have to..."
I leaned over, and looked down at her. "I know...but I want to."
So much love in her eyes.
I bent down and kissed her. "Lift your hips."
"Are...are you going to take off my panties?"
Arrgh!
"Will you let me?"
She lifted her hips.
I thought she might freak out, but she let me take off her underwear, and lay, quietly, while I cleaned her and changed her pad.
"Sam...did I...get anything on my..."
"No!" I said, quickly. (I'd heard it enough for one day.)
She looked confused at my outburst.
I smiled at her, and said, gently, "No...don't worry...you didn't," then leaned up and kissed her forehead.
Afterward, I put everything into a plastic trash bag...and stuffed it into my backpack.
"Don't worry about any of this...I'll take care of it when we get home."
"Sam, come here."
I walked back over to where she lay, and she sat up, on the edge of the desk. As I pulled her close, she rested her forehead against mine.
"Sam?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you. Y-you have no idea what that meant to me."
"Carls...I'm the one who should be thanking you."
She leaned back, and looked directly into my eyes. "No! I wanted to show you how much I...I...uh...I..." She was trying to find the right words. So cute.
"I understand...completely. You don't have to say it...any of it."
"Sam...I would do anything for you...anything!"
I hugged her tightly. "Oh, Carls...you are so loved...you have no idea how much!"
"Well...then...how much?"
I pulled back, and looked at her. How could I possibly answer that? There are no words. "Uh...guess!"
After looking thoughtful for a long moment, she started to speak, but then stopped, and shook her head.
"Go on, what were you going to say?"
"I can't..."
"It's okay...guess."
"Are you sure, Sam? I-I don't want you to be mad at me..."
"I promise I won't be...go ahead and guess."
"Okay...um...do you love me enough to...uh...to let me...do exactly the same to you...next week?"
"What?"
"Uh...your period is supposed to start next week...isn't it?"
"Well, uh...yeah..."
"Please, Sam...will you let me? Please?" I saw how she was looking at me...how badly she wanted to.
"Uh...yeah...okay...uh...I guess..."
"Sam?"
I looked into her eyes. "Y-yes, Carls...I'll let you."
"Everything?"
I knew what that meant: no tampons...no boxers...having to be as completely open and vulnerable with her as she had just been with me. I saw her how she was looking at me...waiting...so hopeful.
I hesitated, then nodded...knowing, even though I'm extremely nervous about it, that I really want to...and I really want her to.
"Will you?"
"Yes. Everything."
"Really?"
I had to admit it. "Yes...Carls...I...I want you to..."
I saw tears in her eyes as she pulled me close. "Oh, Sam! I want to...so much!"
I wrapped my arms around her. "I know. I love you."
"I know that...especially now. I love you, too. But, are you sure, Sam...I know you hate all that girly stuff!"
I pulled back and looked at her. "I know...but I love you...so much more..."
A/N: JackGoff may seem an exaggeration, but the character is actually based on two very real chefs, whom I hope you never, ever have to work for...
P.S. If you've never "done it" on the boss's desk, you're missing out on one of life's greatest thrills... (just make sure your boss is nowhere around first(!)