Chapter 5

“I think he bruised my cervix.” Jasmine sighed, resting her elbows on the break room table.

“Really?” Krystal raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Really,” Jasmine giggled. “He had the most amazing cock. I’ve never felt so stretched before, I thought it was going to split me in half.”

“How big was he?” Krystal asked, leaning forward, intrigued.

“At least nine inches, and so thick,” Jasmine sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. “It was unreal. Seriously, that dick was insane, Krys. You should have seen it. And he was like a machine, he just kept going, and going, and going...”

“Sounds intense,” Krystal nodded, taking another sip of coffee.

“Girl, I’m serious,” Jasmine continued, shaking her head. “I’m telling you, if the man was a murderer, I would have died a happy woman.”

“So, what happened after?” Krystal asked, eager to hear more.

“After what?” She chuckled. “Round one? Round two? Round three?”

“All of it,” Krystal laughed.

“Oh, well, each time he came inside me like a fucking fire hose. His loads was so huge, it was dripping out of me for hours. He wanted to go for a fourth, I had to push him off me because I literally could not go another round. Seriously, my pussy was on fire, it was a miracle I was able to walk today.”

“Holy shit, Jas,” Krystal exclaimed, her eyes wide.

“Right?!” Jasmine grinned, leaning closer. “So, what about you? Did you meet up with anyone?”

“Not exactly,” Krystal shrugged. “But I did have a ... fun conversation with a delivery guy.”

“Oh yeah?” Jasmine asked, intrigued.

“Yeah,” Krystal smiled. “I answered the door in my PJs, which...”

“Girl, was you naked? Cause you know the delivery guy’s love that.”

“Nope, just topless,” Krystal giggled. “He was cute, young, couldn’t be more than twenty. Anyway, I let him touch my tits and then sent him away.

“That’s it?” Jasmine asked, disappointed.

“That’s it.” Krystal shrugged.

“Damn, Krys,” Jasmine said, shaking her head. “If that’s all you got, then you need to step your game up, girl. No offense, but I thought you’d have more spice.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Krystal leaned back in her chair.

“It means,” Jasmine began, lowering her voice. “That I didn’t think you’d be such a prude. Girl, the next time you have a delivery guy show up at your door, invite him inside and fuck his brains out.”

“I’m not really into having sex with a random delivery guy,” Krystal protested.

“Come on, Krys. If you’re not gonna go out and find a man to fuck you, then at least have a little fun with the ones that come to you. You know, live a little.” Jasmine said, taking a sip of her drink.

“Fine,” Krystal sighed, rolling her eyes, agreeing just to end the conversation. “Next time I have a delivery guy show up at the door, I’ll invite him in and fuck him.”

“That’s my girl,” Jasmine smiled, giving her a wink.

“Anyway,” Krystal began, changing the subject.

Krystal was sitting at her computer after her morning shower, her long brown hair still damp, falling down her bare shoulders. She was completely naked, her body exposed to the cool air, her nipples hardening in the chill. Her fingers were slowly stroking her clit, teasing the sensitive bud as she clicked through the dark web.

It was Friday. The end of the week, and she hadn’t received a response from the man she had messaged a few days ago. She was starting to lose hope, a familiar disappointment settling in her chest. She sighed and continued to rub her clit, hoping that the stimulation would bring her some relief. But as the minutes dragged on, she knew the lack of response was keeping her from achieving the orgasm she desperately needed.

Her finger slowed and eventually stopped, and she leaned back in her chair, frustrated and tired. She knew she had to get ready for work, but the thought of getting dressed and going through another mundane day of meetings and emails made her feel even more depressed. She sat there, staring blankly at her computer screen, the silence of the apartment deafening.

Krystal sighed and closed her laptop, rising from her chair. She walked to her closet and began rifling through her clothes, settling on a snug red top and a tight black pencil skirt. She slid on the top, her nipples poking through the thin fabric as she elected not to wear a bra for the second time that week. She then pulled on the skirt, the tight fabric clinging to her body, highlighting her slim figure and the gap between her thighs. She smoothed out the wrinkles, and adjusted her breasts, ensuring her cleavage was visible.

She grabbed a pair of black heels and slipped them on, adding a few inches to her height. She stood in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her. She looked sexy, confident, and powerful. A far cry from the broken and lonely girl she was inside.

She reached for her purse and keys and headed out, the soft click of her heels echoing down the hallway as she made her way to work.

Krystal stepped into the bustling office, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as she made her way to her desk. The air was filled with chatter and the scent of freshly brewed coffee. She plastered a smile on her face as she passed by familiar faces, exchanging obligatory greetings.

“Hey, Krystal!” called out Tom from IT, his eyes flickering down her body. “Looking good today!”

“Thanks, Tom,” she replied, forcing her smile to widen, even as her stomach twisted in discomfort.

Once at her desk, Krystal dropped her purse and slid into her chair, taking a moment to breathe. She opened her laptop, the glow illuminating her face. As she started sifting through emails, the familiar scent of Jasmine’s shampoo wafted through the air, announcing her arrival.

“Hey, gorgeous!” Jasmine said from across the narrow hallway as she set down her belongings.

“Hey, Jas,” Krystal greeted, glancing over. “You’re in a good mood today.”

“Hell yeah I am,” Jasmine beamed, her eyes sparkling. “It’s Friday, and I have a hot date tonight!”

“Oh yeah? With who?” Krystal asked, intrigued.

“With my new favorite person,” Jasmine giggled, her lips curling into a smile. “That Evan from accounting guy. He is so dreamy, Krys. But hold up for a sec though, because you are looking like a whole snack today!” She glanced at Krystal’s outfit and whistled a low, appreciative sound.

“Thanks! Just trying to keep it together.” Krystal replied, rolling her eyes.

“Girl, you’re not just keeping it together, you’re absolutely slaying!” Jasmine grinned, her dark eyes sparkling. “That top is everything. You should strut around like it’s a runway.”

Krystal chuckled, feeling a spark of warmth at Jasmine’s enthusiasm.

“And those heels,” Jasmine continued, her voice filled with awe. “They’re so fuckin’ sexy, Krys. I wish I could see you in nothing but those heels.”

“Don’t tempt me, Jas,” Krystal laughed, winking at her, almost tempted to actually do it.

“Oh, and that skirt,” Jasmine sighed. “Damn, honey. I know I push the limit with how short my skirts are, but yours is so much shorter. And that gap between your legs? Shit, I just wanna slide my hand in there and play with your little white pussy.”

“Jasmine!” Krystal hissed, glancing around, but no one seemed to hear.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m just messing with you.” Jasmine smirked.

“I know,” Krystal sighed. “But seriously, we are at work. Be professional.”

“Okay, okay, back to business.” Jasmine rolled her eyes, laughing. “Anyway, yeah, So back to Evan. Girl, he’s been so sweet. I swear, this boy has been messaging me non-stop, sending me cute little gifs, and he even sent me flowers yesterday. And the best part? He’s packing heat. Girl, I could barely wrap my fingers around his girth. Seriously, he’s got a monster between his legs. I’m talking porn star levels of girth and length.”

“Wow,” Krystal forced her eyes wide, pretending to care.

“I know, right?!” Jasmine exclaimed, her smile widening. “Anyways, I invited him to stay at mine over the weekend, and girl, I am totally going to ride that cock until I need to come into work Monday. That is, if my pussy can take it without killing me.”

“Have fun,” Krystal smiled, trying not to let her annoyance show.

“I plan to,” Jasmine winked. “What about you? Any fun plans?”

“Nope, just me and Netflix, as usual,” Krystal sighed.

“Boo, that’s boring, Krys. You need to get out there. Go find someone, or, better yet, bring someone home.” Jasmine said.

“Well I did message someone.” Krystal said, quickly realizing her slip.

“Wait, you did?! Why didn’t you tell me, girl? Spill the tea, who is it?” Jasmine gasped, her eyes sparkling.

“Just some guy I found on a website,” Krystal shrugged, trying to play it off. “I don’t know if he’ll be interested, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed.”

“A website?” Jasmine raised an eyebrow, a playful smile growing across her lips. “I didn’t know you were doing the online dating thing. Girl, I’m so proud of you. You finally getting your pussy pounded. That’s great news, Krys.”

“I don’t know, I don’t think anything will come of it,” Krystal shrugged, playing coy.

“Don’t say that,” Jasmine insisted. “I bet he’ll love you, girl. You’re the whole package. You’re gorgeous, you’re smart, and you’re so sweet. Seriously, Krys, you’re amazing. If this guy can’t see that, then he’s an idiot.”

“Thanks, Jas,” Krystal smiled, appreciating the words.

“No problem,” Jasmine beamed. “I mean it, Krys. You’re an awesome girl, and anyone would be lucky to have you. So, don’t let yourself settle for someone who doesn’t deserve you, okay? You’re too good for that.”