“You’re going to get us fired,” I whispered, even though Kristen and I were alone in the shipping office.

“Come on,” she said. “You know you’re going to do it, so don’t play hard to get.”

“If we get caught...”

“Two minutes,” she said. “And don’t forget the sign.”

“Fine.”

I swiveled around in my fake leather desk chair and watched Kristen grab a clipboard and leave the office. The aluminum and glass enclosure sat in a corner at the receiving end of our company’s warehouse. There were a couple other guys who worked in our department. They drove forklifts and spent their days loading and offloading the big trailers parked at the docking bays. We didn’t actually see or interact with them very much. They would stop by to get their schedules in the morning and check-in if there was a problem, which was rare. The company wasn’t that big. Our supervisor had a several other jobs, and a nice office at the main building. Unless there was a problem, he only came over to give us pep talks every now and again.

Two minutes after Kristen left, I grabbed my own clipboard and taped our hand-lettered sign to the door. ‘Be Right Back’ was all it said. Too much information invited problems, so we figured it was best if we didn’t say anything. If anyone wondered where we were, we could say almost anything depending on who was asking. We hadn’t needed an excuse yet, but our basic plan was to hold up our clipboards and claim inventory discrepancies. Nobody else really knew the details of what we did and a clipboard always made a person look officially busy.

Or so we hoped. Like I say, we hadn’t actually put it to the test and we’d been fucking nearly every day for two weeks. It would have been three, but Kristen got her period a few days after our first date and while it wouldn’t have bothered me, the girl was surprisingly shy about her menstruation. She blew me instead that week.

“Go down on me first,” she said, already naked and sitting on the toilet with her legs spread wide.

We had to wear uniforms to work, blue coveralls that were loose and ugly, and completely unnecessary for a couple people sitting at computers all day. I unzipped mine and shrugged out of the top, pushing the dark material to bunch up around my waist. I wore a t-shirt and boxers underneath, while Kristen only wore panties. Her perky tits didn’t need the support of a bra, so she rarely wore one, and it wasn’t like anyone could see her tits in her uniform anyway. But they were sexy as hell and my cock was already straining for her hot little body.

“Hurry up!” she pouted, teasing her pussy with her fingers.

Kristen had a thick nest of light brown pubic hair that she didn’t bother to trim and for some reason that turned me on. I especially liked to see her wearing bikini panties because her pubes would curl out the sides and peek over the top and I thought that was sexy as hell. But don’t think I was into hairy legs and French underarms, that would be weird.

“Shhh...” I frowned as I dropped to my knees in the toilet stall. We were in the ladies restroom and while the door didn’t have a lock, it did have an ‘Out of Order’ sign taped to it just then. Not that it really mattered because Kristen was the only woman who worked in the warehouse building.

“Oh, baby ... That’s it, lick me first,” she sighed, scooting her butt as far forward on the seat as possible and leaning back. She’d folded her coveralls into a makeshift pillow between her back and the cold cinderblock wall.

“Um-hmmph!” I agreed, stroking her smooth thighs as I began lapping at her pussy. Her clit was small, even when she became aroused, and I liked to start there. I teased her button with the tip of my tongue, coaxing the pink nub to extend from its sheath. I closed my lips around Kristen’s clitoral hood, sucking gently as her fingers went into my hair. She began breathing harder, guiding me with a gentle push or tiny tug, getting my mouth just where she wanted it.

Once I had her clitoris aroused and thrumming with excitement, she pushed me lower. Her labia had already grown plump with lust, the outer lips darker and much less sensitive than her pink inner labia. I split them easily with my tongue and immediately tasted Kristen’s bright juice. She had a sharp, almost metallic flavor that curled my tongue, but her climax was always sweet and very wet. I loved it when my new girlfriend would get off and flood my mouth with her cum and today it wasn’t going to take her long at all.

Within a few minutes Kristen was practically bouncing her butt off the toilet seat. She groaned softly, clutching twin fistfuls of my hair, and began grinding her hairy little cunt against my face. She was never very vocal in bed - or anywhere else, thank goodness, but she could get very energetic! I tried to hold her steady as I kept my tongue stiff and buried as deeply inside her pussy as it would go. I had my mouth wide open, breathing Kristen’s ripe musk into my lungs, smelling her arousal and feeling my erection aching beneath my coveralls.

“Oh fuck!” Kristen gasped. Her body went stiff and she clamped her thighs against my ears, trapping my face against her crotch.

A fresh wave of juice, real cum this time, flowed across my tongue and into my mouth. She didn’t really squirt, at least not externally, but inside she must have had a deep reservoir of female fuck cream. I swallowed several mouthfuls, and it was very much like drinking piss, but it tasted much better. Still, I had no chance of collecting all of her sweet nectar and by the time I was finally able to pull back, red faced and dragging cool air into my burning lungs, my t-shirt was soaked.

Kristen didn’t care. I doubt she even noticed, being somewhat dazed and a little giddy with her recent orgasm. She looked amazing, so pretty and pink all over, smiling and licking her lips, staring at me with her shining brown eyes.

“Fuck me now,” she demanded. “Stick your big dick inside me, baby. Fuck, I’m so horny!”

“Heh.” I smiled back, pushing my coveralls down to my hips and shuffling forward. The tiled floor was a little hard on my knees, but I didn’t care.

Kristen lay nearly horizontal as I brought my swollen cock to her pussy. I rubbed the smooth head up and down her slit. I teased her stiff clitoris until she started hunching her hips like a bitch in heat, trying to get me inside.

“Don’t tease me, Mark,” she warned. “Just fuck me!”

“What’s got you so hot this morning?” I wondered, mostly because I wanted a distraction from the soft, wet walls of her pussy. My petite girlfriend was just as small on the inside as she was on the outside, and even after a really great orgasm, her hole felt nice and tight around my cock.

“I have to ... tell you something,” she breathed.

“Careful, don’t drop your coveralls in the toilet.”

“Fuck!”

Kristen frowned and awkwardly reached back to grab her clothes. She quickly decided to just hold the bundle beneath her head while I slowly worked my penis back and forth. I didn’t want to cum too soon, although taking too long might be even worse. The longer we were out of the office, the greater our chances of getting caught.

“Tell me what?” I asked. This seemed a bit odd, just because we usually didn’t have conversational sex, at least not at work. We always talked a lot while cuddling on her bed, after or in between the really good sex, but never on a toilet ... Until now.

“I wanna do a threesome,” she said, and then giggled at my surprise.

“What? Why? Since when?”

“A threesome,” she repeated. “You know, three people fucking?”

“Yeah, I get the concept.”

“You stopped,” Kristen said.

“Huh?” I looked down and realized that I wasn’t moving. “Sorry.”

“Ahhh ... Yeah, own that pussy, baby.”

“Mmm-hmmm...” I leaned forward and kissed her left nipple. It was small, but very hard and pointing outward nearly an inch. I loved her tits. They were just handfuls for me, and my hands aren’t very big, but firm and perfect and topped with those awesome nipples that I loved to kiss and suck and bite.

“I want it, mmmm ... The other one, too.” She waited until I moved my mouth to her other breast. “My boyfriend wants to get back together with me.”

That news made me stop everything. “I thought I was your boyfriend.”

“You are,” Kristen said, looking into my eyes. “My old boyfriend. My ex-boyfriend, okay? He wants us to get back together.”

“What did you tell him?”

“You stopped again.”

“I know.” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “So, what did you tell him?”

“That I’m with someone else.” Kristen sat up, fixing her coveralls-pillow so it would stay put. She reached for my waist and pulled me closer, pulling my cock balls deep inside her sweet cunt.

“Then I don’t get it,” I told her, refusing to move another inch.

“Look, he just wants to fuck me,” she sighed. “Can we just fuck and I’ll explain later?”

“You brought it up, Kristen.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you’d get weird about it.”

“I’m not being weird, I’m just trying to understand what you’re talking about.”

“So fuck me,” she said, “and then I’ll tell you everything.”

I thought about protesting more, but I figured that would just lead to an argument. That would be the last thing I wanted for about a dozen good reasons, beginning with the fact that I really was starting to fall in love with the girl. I also didn’t want to have to find a new job. But if I just got dressed and walked away, that would probably be even worse than arguing. So, I had no choice ... I had to fuck her, but it wasn’t that much fun.

Once we were dressed, and I ended up putting my t-shirt in a trash bag and tying it closed - It really smelled like Kristen’s cum - She didn’t want to talk in the office. I bit my tongue and drove to her place after taking a quick shower at home.

“He’s married,” Kristen told me. We were sitting at her ugly kitchen table drinking beer. Neither of us were much for alcohol, but it tasted pretty good after a tense day on the job.

“Your ex-boyfriend?” I narrowed my eyes. “Married to who?”

“To his wife, silly!” She giggled. “His name is Toby and we went to high school together. He was my boyfriend and we were gonna get married and then...” she shrugged. “ ... he married someone else.”

“He proposed?”

“No, but we talked about it. You know. We were still in school.”

“So you really loved this guy?” I asked, but in my head I was thinking ... What the fuck kind of name is Toby? I just couldn’t see Kristen dating anyone with a stupid name like that, but I felt jealous, too. Maybe that’s why.

“I loved him more than anything.” She looked sheepish for a second and then turned her face down, avoiding my eyes. “Anyway, he married Laurie and a few months later we got back together.”

“A few months after they got married?” I stared at her. “And he was fucking you?”

“He said he’d made a mistake and he was sorry, but she got pregnant so he had to marry her,” Kristen spoke quickly, and she sounded miserable. “We still loved each other. We couldn’t help it, you know?”

“So that was when?”

“A long time ago,” she answered, looking up and taking a deep breath. “He keeps saying he’s going to divorce her, but they have two kids and then I heard she might be pregnant again.”

Kristen stopped talking and I didn’t say anything. We drank our beer and she seemed to be lost in thought.

After a few minutes, she shrugged. “That’s when I broke up with him last month, just before we got together.”

“Okay.”

“And now he wants to get together again, but I finally get that he doesn’t really love me,” she said. “I mean, I was pretty fucking stupid for the last four years, right? He was all married and happy and shit, and I was just waiting for him to come over and fuck me.”

“It’s not your fault,” I offered, but I really didn’t know what to say. Kristen looked ready to implode and I figured she must have been banking a lot of anger and resentment over the years.

“No, it’s my fault,” she said. “I believed him, you know? He’s been lying since before we even graduated high school. Laurie was three months pregnant when she graduated. She was all worried people would be able to see her fucking baby bump.”

I reached for her hand, and she grabbed my fingers with a weak smile.

“I was ready to forgive him for that,” she continued. “I was waiting for him to leave her. We talked about leaving this shitville and going someplace else. He was always promising me and I believed him, but all he wanted to do was keep fucking me and so I told him to fuck off.”

“Well, that’s good, right?” I wanted to support her, but getting in the middle of this mess seemed like a genuinely bad idea.

It started occurring to me that I was going to need that new job soon, because this girl had a ton of baggage that I’d never even suspected. I didn’t want to bail on Kristen. I felt a lot of affection, even love for her, and only wanted to see her happy. But I was the new guy, the stranger in her life, and anything I said or tried to do had a fifty-fifty chance of being wrong - at best! I didn’t have a lot of experience, but I wasn’t stupid either.

“You know, I see Laurie all the time,” Kristen suddenly said. “Just around town or whatever, but we used to be friends. She even tried to apologize to me for stealing him away. Whatever. She doesn’t know I’ve been fucking the shit out of her husband since like a week after their little honeymoon.”

“I thought it was a couple months?” I said it jokingly, just because I’m stupid sometimes.

“No, I didn’t want you think I was that bad,” Kristen giggled, barely. “But they went to some cabin up north for a few days. You know, their honeymoon. And then the next weekend he took me to the Sunset out on the highway, because I was still living with my parents.”

“That’s kinda fucked up,” I decided, and Kristen frowned.

“Am I supposed to feel bad about it?” she asked. Her brown eyes flashed with anger, but I suspect that’s because she really did feel some guilt.

I held up my hands. “I didn’t say that, but your old boyfriend sounds like a douche.”

Kristen’s eyes softened and she actually laughed, for real. “Yeah,” she agreed. “He’s a douche. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner.”

“So what changed?” I asked, because I was genuinely curious.

“You,” she said, sucking on her lips and watching my face. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d have taken him back already.”

“Ummm...” I wasn’t sure if I believed her or not.

“I mean, I don’t know where we’re going,” she said. “I like you a lot, Mark, but I’m not ready to say I love you, right?”

“Okay.” I nodded. “I can understand that.”

“You don’t sound so sure of yourself.” Kristen gave my fingers a squeeze. “Do you love me?”

Now I found myself in exactly the place I didn’t want to be. We’d gone from talking about her ex-boyfriend and all those issues to whether or not I loved her. Talk about a minefield. It felt as if I had my foot on one of those bouncing kind that pop into the air and blow a man’s balls off. Was there any right answer? Probably not in the long run.

“I think so,” I told her. “I didn’t want to push or anything. We’ve only been together a few weeks, so...”

“It feels more like six months to me,” she countered, which was about how long we’d been working together. We’d become friends long before we’d started dating, and I could see her point.

“Okay.” I stared into her gorgeous brown eyes and bit the bullet. “Yeah, Kristen, I love you.”

“I love you too,” she responded, immediately.

“But I thought you said you weren’t ready to...”

“I wasn’t before!” Kristen giggled. “But now I am!”

She practically hopped out of her chair and landed on my lap, and I suddenly found myself embracing a hundred pounds of sexy, squirming girl.

“Make love to me,” she whispered, her lips touching mine, “and then I’ll cook you breakfast.”

“Are you asking me to spend the night?”

“No, I’m telling you that I don’t have anything but eggs in my refrigerator.”

“I like eggs.” I kissed her deeply, the way she liked.

Kristen grabbed my crotch and squeezed. “Me too, baby.”

She led me to the bedroom and it wasn’t long before we were spooning side-by-side. That had become her favorite position, it seemed. I would hold her with my chest against her back, my erection slipping into her pussy from behind. Kristen would spread her legs, lifting the top one over my own and giving my hand plenty of room to rub her clitoris while I rocked my cock in and out.

I liked to play with her tits, too. She would turn her head so that we could kiss while I pinched her nipples, grabbing plenty of plump areole to go with them, and tug and gently twist. We could fuck a good long time in that position as there was a bit less stimulation for me. If I took Kristen on her back, with her legs over my shoulders like we did sometimes, I never lasted more than a few minutes, five at the most. Likewise when we did it doggy style, on her hands and knees with my hands playing along her back and around her delicious butt. Just watching my cock slide back and forth, her tight anus winking in time with the sweet contractions of her cunt, was enough to bring me off.

No, spooning with my girlfriend was definitely the best way to do it. I went almost fifteen minutes before I just had to roll her onto her belly and fuck her hard and fast. The bed bounced on its rickety old springs, the frame knocking against the thin wall. Anyone walking past her cute little trailer with its flower pots and white trim would have heard us banging away. They would have heard my loud grunts and Kristen’s soft cries of pleasure as we found our climax together.

“Oh, Jeeze...” I groaned, pushing myself off her back to lie beside her.

Kristen stayed on her tummy, flushed and damp and smiling at me beneath her tousled blonde hair. “We’re getting really good at this sex stuff,” she decided, breaking into a sexy giggle.

I nodded at that and we didn’t move for several minutes, except for my fingers playing against her hip. I couldn’t keep myself from touching her, she looked so beautiful.

“You know...” Kristen rolled onto her side, snuggling against me as I put my arm around her. “We still didn’t talk about having a threesome yet.”

“Uh...” I’d forgotten all about that, to tell the truth. She’d mentioned the word, but then we’d started talking about her asshole boyfriend, and...

“Toby wants to get back together with me.”

“Yeah.” I made a face. “And you told him no, right?”

That was the impression I’d gotten, but I couldn’t actually remember Kristen telling me that she’d told him to fuck off. But she must have, otherwise ... What were we doing? I wouldn’t say I felt nervous, but I did feel a bit less confident than I had just a few minutes ago.

“Not yet.” Kristen dropped the other shoe. “I told him we could get back together if he had a threesome with us.”

“Seriously?” I didn’t exactly push her away, but she could sense the sudden chill between us. And then I sorta lost it completely for a minute or two.

“Wait, let me explain...”

“So what was this then?” I stared at her. “I love you and you love me, but you’re going to keep fucking this guy?”

“Mark!”

“At least his wife doesn’t know, huh?” I snorted. “But you just have to tell me all about it? I get cucked by him just to balance the scales, is that it? Fair’s fair, I guess. Maybe you can even have his fucking baby and tell everyone it’s mine. That would be just...”

“Stop it!” She slapped my face and I blinked at the tears rolling down her cheeks.

I felt sick to my stomach, partly because I knew I’d hurt Kristen, but also because I was about to get off the bed, get dressed, and walk away from the girl. I wasn’t the most jealous guy in the world, but I also wasn’t going to let my girlfriend fuck someone else on the side and rub my nose in it. If she thought I was going roll over just because I happened to be bisexual...

Yeah, I thought I had it figured out now. Back in high school I’d spent enough time looking at porn on the internet to know most of the tropes. Kristen would cuck me because I was submissive by nature and she was the dominant partner when we played her kinky games. She would make me her clean up bitch. I could fluff his dick and get him nice and hard. Maybe if I was good she would let me watch, and I could jerk off in a condom while he fucked my girlfriend. After they were done, Kristen would call me over and tell me how much she loved me while I licked the sperm out of her pussy. I’d even thank her for the privilege, just because I loved her so goddamn much.