Chapter 8

It was Wednesday before Sam returned to the Oneonta office. He arrived at his usual time, fifteen minutes late, and settled into his office. Tina was working, but it seemed to Sam as if she was being stand-offish. ‘Shit!’ he thought to himself. Something was wrong, and he knew perfectly well what it was. He had managed to fuck up for real this time, a major league fuckup. Tina could barely look at him, let alone talk, and it was quietly tense.

Mid-afternoon, Margie came into his office and closed the door. “What’s with Tina?” she asked.

Sam decided to play dumb. Shrugging his shoulders, he replied, “Got me. She say anything to you?”

“No. Did you say something to her? She seems like she’s avoiding you.”

“No. How’s she been the last couple of days?” asked Sam innocently.

“Fine. Just today, is all.”

“PMS?” asked Sam.

Margie laughed. “Sam, you asshole, is that all you guys think of?” She left his office laughing.

At five, Tina brought a couple of files into Sam’s office and said she was going home. Sam simply nodded in confusion and pulled the files in front of him. Lifting one, he found a handwritten note between them. “My place. Tonight. Please.” Startled, Sam stuffed the note in his pocket and stood up. Grabbing his jacket, he headed out.

Pulling into Tina’s driveway he found her car and the landlord’s car, and the landlady, a cute and short redhead, eyed him curiously as he hiked up the stairs to Tina’s apartment. He nodded to her, then turned and knocked on Tina’s door. A few seconds later, Tina opened the door. Barefoot, and still dressed in her work clothes of slacks and pullover sweater, she seemed much younger and shorter than he remembered. They looked at each other briefly, then she said, “Hi.”

“Hi. I got your note.”

“Yeah. You want to come in?” Tina stepped back, and Sam entered the small foyer, and Tina closed the door on her landlady’s curious stare. “I’m glad you could come by.”

Sam gave Tina a curious look. “I wasn’t sure.”

Tina wrinkled her brow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, today, you were so cold. You hardly said two words to me. Even Margie noticed. I guess you decided maybe things weren’t going to work out.” Sam looked at his feet, his hands stuffed in his pants pockets. He was too scared to look her in the eye.

“What? Sam, look at me!” she demanded. Sam raised his eyes sheepishly. “Why would you think that? It was your idea to play it cool around the office, remember? I thought that’s how you wanted me to act!” she told him.

“Uh, you mean, you do want to see me?”

“Jesus, Sam, why the hell do you think I asked you over?” Tina grinned as her boss blushed. She stepped towards him, pressing against his chest and pushed him back against the wall. “I figured we could talk or something.”

Relieved beyond belief, Sam took Tina’s hands and held them to the sides. “Or something?” It was Tina’s turn to blush, and as she nodded, Sam pushed back, forcing Tina against the opposite wall, his hands pulling hers behind her back. She smiled up at him, and he lowered his face to hers. He brushed his lips against the teen’s, then, as she closed her eyes and opened her lips, moved back in, kissing her fiercely. Their tongues dueled as she melted into his arms, and it was a long time before they came up for air.

“Or something,” she whispered as she hugged her lover. “I thought you wanted me to play it cool?”

“Cool, not cold. Just be yourself, that’s all,” he said, hugging her closely. Taking her by the hand, he led Tina into the living room and sank down into a large armchair. He pulled her into his lap and put his arms around her slim waist. Tina wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her face in for another long kiss.

“Sorry,” she said when she surfaced next.

“It’s all right,” said Sam. He began caressing her body with his hands and Tina shuddered at his touch. Sam slipped a hand under the sweater and the girl gasped as he touched her skin. “It’s not your fault. I didn’t know what to do either.” Tina shifted slightly, and Sam pulled her sweater over her head. He stared down at her lacy white bra, filled to capacity with her creamy titflesh. He reached around and popped the clasp on the underwire garment and pulled it away; her breasts jiggled proudly, and her huge nipples were already stiff with desire. He cupped one of her breasts and ran his fingers over the nipple and Tina sighed. “God, you are so beautiful!” he exclaimed. Lowering his face to her chest, he began to lick and suckle on her bare breasts.

Tina began squirming on his lap, her clit aching for release, and began to fumble with Sam’s tie. She lost her concentration when Sam reached down and began to unzip her slacks. Arching her back, she lifted off his lap and allowed him to tug her pants and panties off, then spread her legs as he began fingering her cunt. His middle finger began flicking across her clit and she gasped, her hands pulling his face to her aroused tits, and Sam took her through one orgasm after another. “Oh, Sam, so good, so good...”

Sam relented after her third cum, and Tina sagged against his chest, her tits heaving as she caught her breath. She stared at him with blank eyes while he grinned and pulled off his tie, tossing it on top of her own clothes. Galvanized by his actions, she unbuttoned his shirt, then shifted on his lap and undid his pants, reaching inside to wrap her fingers around his cock. She pumped it gently, then stood and grabbed his pants, pulling them down and off his legs. She took him by the hand to lead him into her bedroom but was surprised when he pulled her back to his lap. She looked at him curiously, as he slouched down lower in the chair, then pulled her into a straddling position. She brought her knees up and knelt over him, then lowered her drenched pussy down onto his cock. Sam grabbed her by the hips and shoved her down hard, slamming into her tight twat, and Tina cried out as she came again when her clit rubbed against the base of his cock. Bouncing madly, she stared as Sam grabbed both her tits and began to suck the nipples, first one, then the other. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried until Sam groaned and bucked up into her grasping cunt, spewing his cum upwards.

Afterwards, the pair collapsed into the armchair while Sam’s cock softened and then slipped loose, followed by a heavy mixture of cum and cunt juice. Both were covered by a thin film of sweat and their breathing was rough and raspy. Sam was the first one to speak. “Or something!”

Tina giggled and nuzzled his neck. Sitting upright, she commented, “I don’t know why, but suddenly I’m hungry. You?”

“Ravenous.”

She climbed off his lap. “Give me a minute and I’ll see what’s in the kitchen.” She grabbed her clothing and scampered into her bedroom, leaving the door open. Sam slowly got to his feet and pulled off his shirt, then pulled his pants back on, leaving his underwear on the floor. He looked into her bedroom but didn’t see her, so he continued on to the kitchen. Looking in the pantry, he found a number of cans and boxes, mostly labeled “Single Serving”.