Chapter 17: Aftermath

I had field work to do on Monday and Tuesday morning, so I didn’t get to the Retail Solutions offices until Tuesday afternoon. I did some tech stuff in my work area and added some new equipment to the kit that I kept in my car. Only then, did I decide to walk by Holly’s cubicle to see how she was doing.

I came around the corner of what was called Cubical-Ville, and stood in her doorway. She turned around and saw me.

Holly leapt up and into my arms, “MATT, I LOVE YOU.” Well, now the whole office knew we had a relationship. I was being smothered with kisses and looking around to see who was watching us.

Holly talked rapidly and tried to make it a hushed voice, “I wanted to see you yesterday, but found out that you had lots of customer visits to make. I wasn’t sure whether you ever wanted to talk to me again.” She started whispering, “I want to be your girlfriend, but I pulled a train at your party. Oh, God, your party is something that I’ll never forget. I hope you aren’t mad or peeved at me for my behavior at the party. I can’t back up and act all proper but if you need me to, I’ll get down on the ground and grovel and apologize for any embarrassment that I caused you as your date. Oh, Matt, say something, please. Tell me that we’re still friends and that I didn’t burn all my bridges with you. I really have such strong and romantic feelings for you,”

I laughed and interrupted her stream of consciousness monologue, “Holly, I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. Let me speak and listen to me, please. First off, I’m fine with everything that happened at the party, everything that you did, and everything that I did. Additionally, I love you, too.”

“Oh, God, I really meant that.” She kissed me on the lips again and hugged me. “You’re so nice and so special. You not only gave me orgasms, but all your friends did, even some of the women. I floated around Sunday and Monday pleased with what happened but worried about how you were reacting to what I did. I was in such a sex fog, but I loved every second of the party and how I felt afterwards. I can’t even remember you taking me home. I just knew I was suddenly there and safe.”

“Yes, you were kind of fucked out when I took you home. You slept in the car, and I had to carry you into your condo.”

“Thank you. You could have taken advantage of me.”

I laughed. I whispered, “Holly, I fucked you twice at the party. I should thank you.”

She laughed and it sounded lovely, like angels singing.

Holly lit up like a big Christmas tree. “I promised you dinner this week, and ... well, you can bring the little butterfly toy and try it out on my pussy.”

“You’ve recovered from the party?”

“I was a little sore on Sunday, but not too bad. Did you know that Wendy brought me some lubricant while I was in the sex swing. She shot some inside me so I wouldn’t get all chafed. I’m back to normal, and ... I want you. If you accept me being a date, I’m a sure thing.”

My ego was about as big as the building I was in. You have to understand about Holly. She was the hottest, sexiest, most desirable, nicest woman in the whole company. The rumor was that every single guy other than me – even the married ones – had asked her out and been rebuffed. When I’d asked her to the party, I was astounded that she accepted. And here she was clearly wanting me to fuck her lights out – again!

Further, she’d pledged her love to me, heaping praise on me, and wanted me to go to dinner with her while she wore a sex toy that would sit right atop her clitoris. I’d control the remote for the toy allowing me to stimulate her, possibly to orgasm. Holly wanted me! WTF. I was sure I was in a dream or fantasy from which I’d awaken and be sorely disappointed.

I finally admitted, “I was hoping you’d be available for dinner tonight. I even have the butterfly in my car – which, by the way, is a total mess because I work out of it. I was hoping your car was a little cleaner.”

“Oh, goody. Yes, we’ll use my car. Do you need to call anyone?”

“I’ll let Wendy know. Tuesday is often pizza night at the house. They don’t need to change that unless they want something else.”

I walked to the other side of the building to where Wendy also had a cubicle with the rest of the special projects group. She was on the phone and gave a wait signal, so I took the visitor’s chair in her small space. When she got off the phone, she leaned over and kissed me.

Wendy said, “Fine, but I have a question, too.”

“Fine, what?”

“Fine that you let Holly take you to dinner while you get her off with the butterfly. Wasn’t that what you were going to ask me?”

“It was. Great. What was your question?”

Tracy and I wanted to have a couple of the guys we had at the party visit tonight. They can share in the pizza and we can play around a little. Would that upset you?”

I smiled, “Go for it. What about Alice?”

“She’s going out to dinner with Steve. Misty has some kind of PTA meeting at her school until late. She said she’d see us tomorrow night.”

“I wish you well. See you later, and be safe.”

Wendy chuckled, “I think Justin and Stone are the ones that should be worried. We have designs on them for tonight. We want to see what they’re like without the distractions of the party. If you can, bring Holly and you two can swap around with us.”

I waved and left. I went back to Holly’s cube, told her we were on, and asked how she wanted to handle the rest of the afternoon and evening. It was coming up on five o’clock.

Holly said, “Come home with me. We can leave your car there, and then after we make some wardrobe adjustments we can go out for dinner. I’m kind of used to eating on the early side, if that’s okay with you.”

I nodded. “One request.” She looked interested. I said, “Give me your panties right now.”

Holly studied me for about a full minute. I had my right hand extended and open to accept her offering.

Finally, she stood, reached under her conservative skirt and pulled down her cotton bikini-style panties. They weren’t especially sexy, but more functional. She gave them to me and I sniffed the crotch, smiled, and put them in my blazer pocket.

“See you at your condo in about twenty minutes,” I said as I stood and walked away. I wanted to touch base with my boss for a minute before leaving.

The restaurant we chose was a Greek place named Apolonia Grill. After some cocktails, Holly had the salmon and I had an eggplant dish.

Less than an hour earlier, the two of us had stood in Holly’s living room. She’d changed and I wore my blazer that I always carried in my car so I’d look a little more formal. I said to her, “Lift your skirt up to your waist.”

Holly didn’t question my order. She picked up the hem of her short skirt, and bared her pubes to me. She was still commando since she’d given up her panties at her office. I produced the undies and bent down for her to step into them. Of course, they were now different. They had the butterfly-looking vibrator right where her clitoris would be. It wasn’t very thick, but there was a thin wire running to a battery pack with three AA batteries in it that needed to clip to her elastic or a belt of some kind. I’d made sure it all worked.

I raised the undies up her legs after kissing her mons. I made sure the device made contact in the right places, and then clipped the battery pack to the waist band on her side. I was the one that adjusted her skirt back in place.

The first ‘twinge’ of vibration she felt came just as our cocktails were served. Holly was looking up at the young waitress when she reacted slightly. I could see her jerk to a more alert state. I let the device run for a full minute before shutting it down. The waitress appeared to not see anything.

Our waitress and another young girl brought our two entrées to the table a few minutes later. Holly got a mid-level hit from the vibrator. She avoided looking at the two servers, and tried to mumble something like thank you to them. This was a much different level of arousal she was feeling, and I was seeking to not only arouse but get her heated with anticipation and desire.

Holly nibbled on her meal, but I held off doing anything for a bit just to tease her. While we talked about our jobs and the company, she was looking at me trying to understand our unspoken agenda that for her centered on the device against her clitoris. Later, I’d ask her what her expectations had been. Did she think that I’d give her a screaming orgasm right in the middle of a busy restaurant?

As we finished, I did give her another medium range jolt with the butterfly. I slowly increased the intensity of the vibrations to the point where Holly held onto the edge of the table and stared at me with a dreamy look.

I said to her, “It’s all right to cum, you know. I recommend that you have a coughing fit or something rather than scream out your passion, however.”

Holly nodded, and I cranked up the toy to its maximum. I could even hear the subtle buzzing from under the table. The waitress came to collect our plates. Holly was holding onto the edge of table with white knuckles. There was the audible buzz. The waitress looked at me, and I shrugged suggesting that I had nothing to do with the situation. She smiled and walked away to get us coffee.

Holly had her orgasm in a restrained way, and managed to remain silent. She was still clutching the table and panting when the pretty waitress poured our coffee and attentively asked about dessert and the bill. By then, I’d turned off the clit buzzer. I’d have to try that on my teen girls. Given how raging their hormones were and their typical orgasmic reactions, I’d have to pick a noisier venue where a scream wouldn’t be noticed.

Almost through a clenched jaw, Holly said, “Pay the fucking bill and take me home and fuck my lights out. I am so horny now I might do every male in this place.” I nodded in an agreeable way; after all there were a lot of men dining there, most with female companions or families.

The waitress gave me the bill. I noted that she’d written her name and phone number on it: Amy. She was nice looking. I paid with the credit card that Holly had given me and also left a generous tip. I made a point of walking up to our waitress and thanking her for her service and for the ‘additional information on the bill’. I said that it might be a day or two, but that we might be in touch. She smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

I explained to Holly what had transpired as we were walking out. She looked back and waved at Amy.

Once we were in Holly’s car, I asked, “Where to? It’s just the two of us if we go to your condo, but at my house I believe that Wendy and Tracy are entertaining Justin and Stone, so there might be some sharing opportunities. I can go either way; your choice.”

I heard Holly go, “Hmmmmm.” She was thinking. Eventually, she said, “I think that I’d like you all to myself tonight. I’d like a rain check for anything else on the offer. Is that all right with you?”

I nodded and kept driving, “I’m fine either way.”

I got home around midnight. As I came into the house, Stone and Justin were leaving. I got sheepish grins and hellos from them as they headed to their cars.

I headed for bed. I heard the shower running and peeked in. Wendy and Tracy were both in there cleaning off the excesses from their evening. I felt a little strange. I’d been out with Holly and ‘my’ teens had entertained two guys they liked at my house. Strange.

I undressed and joined the two of them in the shower. I got naked hugs and then four hands washed me clean as I used my two on them. We didn’t talk much except about our showering.

Wendy asked, “Do you have anything left for reclamation sex?”

I chuckled, “I do, I think. Am I reclaiming you or are you reclaiming me? Tonight, that seems to work both ways.”

The teens laughed, “Yes, both.”

We made love in the big bed. It wasn’t kinky. It wasn’t energetic. It was tender and loving and full of kisses and pledges of love for the rest of time. I felt good and Wendy and Tracy each told me they did, too. We slept peacefully.

I was in the field for the next two-and-a-half days, so didn’t get to my rarely used desk until Friday afternoon. To my surprise, someone had straightened up my desk and carefully arranged the papers, work orders, customer notes, phone slips, and such in an organized fashion.

Most importantly, there was now a framed eight-by-ten-inch picture sitting on my desk. It displayed six important women in my life posing together beside my pool wearing a range of sedate and upscale clothing on each woman: Wendy, Tracy, Alice, Misty, Lauren, and Holly. They were all beaming pleasant smiles at the camera.