I think I’m getting the teenage experience with Andrea now, though. We’re sticking to oral and fingering, and while it’s not the same as penetrative sex, it’s still quite good—especially with a throat like hers. She also likes to get on top, dock my cock between the lips of her pussy, and grind on me until we both come. I can never grow bored of watching her lick the cum off my stomach as she cleans me up afterward.
Her period arrives on Monday, and because she doesn’t have cramps that make sex unappealing, her increased estrogen levels make her hornier—which is saying a lot. She’s slightly reluctant at first, but her menstrual cup technically allows it, so she agrees to give oral a try when I offer. That’s how I learn she’s even more sensitive during that time of the month, likely due to the increased blood flow in that area. Making her come has always been easy for me, but watching her burst so effortlessly is a delight.
Another thing that I get to explore during that week is sixty-nine, which I was never fond of. But it’s another way of sharing the moment, so we indulge almost every night. It’s hard to stay focused on what I’m doing when it feels like she’s sucking the life out of me, but I like that it makes things more challenging. We have fun trying to see who’ll come first, keeping the scores in her phone’s notes. I’m winning by far—or at least I was until she realized massaging that space between my balls and asshole makes me lose it. Now, she’s gaining in on me. Fast.
This isn’t optimal, and I wish I could give her more, but I like that it gives us something new to explore. I’m learning more about what she likes during oral, and I consider that valuable intel.
“So, what are y’all’s plans for the weekend?” Mason asks.
I’ve joined the team for lunch, which has become an almost daily occurrence. I like spending time with my girlfriend, which makes sense, and Karen insisted that I can’t single her out too much compared to her colleagues. So, I sit next to her during the lunch break and entertain my other employees while I’m at it.
“We’re hanging out with a friend of mine,” Andrea explains before taking another bite of her salad. That’s new to me, so I turn to her with a questioning look.
“Is it me?” Mason wonders. “Am I the friend? Because I’d love to spend the weekend with y’all.”
“It obviously isn’t you.”
“Who is it, then?”
“Jensen.”
She says it so casually that it takes me a moment to remember why the name is familiar. Then, I almost choke on my chicken when it clicks. That’s her sex toy. Does it mean she wants us to use it? My cock doesn’t work, but the vibrator definitely will. Fuck, I’m actually eager to fuck her with it, now. I bet it’s so easy to make her come.
“Who the hell is that?” Mason asks with a frown.
“You don’t know him.”
Before her colleague can question her any further, Kevin appears by my side, distracting the table from Andrea’s mysterious “friend.”
“Hey, Lex, I was wondering if you’d rather be next to Hensley or Rosenthal next Saturday.”
“I told you I wasn’t coming.”
He frowns, disliking my answer. “You were serious about that? Come on, we bought a whole table. And it was your idea to invite investors.”
“Well, things have changed, and I can’t go.”
The table has fallen silent because of our exchange, so I know Andrea hears it when Kevin says, “Come on, it’s Eva’s big night. You can’t let her down like that.”
She definitely heard because she asks, “What’s going on?”
Fuck. I didn’t tell Kevin about the Evora mess because I didn’t need someone else to call me a moron for not telling Andrea about my brief and null marriage. He has no idea I plan on avoiding our old friend in the near future, and I worry that he might say something that’ll trigger yet another argument with Andrea.
Turning to her, Kevin explains, “An old friend is throwing a charity gala for Christmas, the Saturday after this one, and Kelex bought a table in support. We have twelve chairs, and Lex thought it could be a good idea to bring investors with us to remind them of our values and good work.”
Andrea takes in the information and then looks at me. I can’t say anything, so I try to pass into my gaze that I’m sorry for not letting her know. But I’m not going anyway, so it doesn’t matter, does it?
“Are you going with Shelly?” she asks Kev.
“Of course.”
“Would it be weird if I came with Lex, then?”
I have to do a double take, unsure I heard what I think I did. “You want to go?” I ask, confused.
“Well, you’re definitely going because I’m not letting you miss your friend’scharitygala,” she replies. “And if there’s room for me, I’d like to be there, too.”
“Of course there’s room for you!” Kevin says with enthusiasm. “Actually, it means I don’t have to invite Aldridge and his horrendous wife, so it’s such a relief.”
