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Subject: {ASSM} Mean Girls Need Love Too (MF)
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Six months ago, I started working for a large cruise agency in
Portland. The building's located downtown and overlooks the Willamette
River, with very nice views of the bridges. It's a nice office, except
that I have to share with Nel. We're both in marketing but we have
very different jobs. I do business analysis, workbooks, graphs, etc.
etc. She's a program manager for online sales-- Powerpoints, copy-
writing, stuff like that. Unfortunately, we sometimes have to talk to
each other.

"Uh, dude, these numbers don't make sense," she blurted out. I had my
headphones on, but you can't tune-out a voice like that. Pitchy,
grating.

I spun around in my chair. Her face leaned forward on her desk. She
sneered. The two diamond studs by her eye-tooth glittered.

"What do you mean? I just did what you asked for." I said.

"I need totals by day and by week. I can't use dailies to get nets for
the week. Come on." She threw herself back on her chair, flipped her
short permed hair, and jabbed a finger at her monitor.

"Fine. How about you send me a request by email and I'll work on it."

"Why do I have to do that?" She let out a derisive laugh. "We're
talking about it right now."

"OK, fine," I said, and turned back to my computer.

"I can't do my analysis without those numbers," she kept on.

"OK, got it." I turned up the volume and drowned her out with my
headphones.

Moments later she was on the phone. She'd been going on for almost
half an hour. It sounded interesting, so I lowered the volume on my
computer.

"But, mom, I don't know what I should do, he's leaving in a few weeks.
Yeah. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but I do. Yeah, yeah. He
hasn't been working. I pay his rent. And his food. No. No. He's going
back to the Czech Republic. I wish. He hasn't been with me like that
in weeks. But I love him. I couldn't kick him out."

She was emotional. I did my best to pretend I wasn't overhearing. But
if she wanted privacy, it was not in our little fishbowl of an office.

I kept listening, maybe I should have taken a break.

She hung up the phone, grabbed her jacket and left the office. She
didn't say a word.

***

It was the end of the day on a Friday, and our whole group was meeting
for drinks at the Basement. When the time came, I volunteered my
driving services. Two women came with me, Karen and Jennifer, two very
good looking women. All ten of us were waiting by the elevators, when
Nel came into the lobby. We had avoided talking to each other since
earlier that morning.

"You coming, Nel?" Cheryl, the director, asked.

"I don't have a ride." Said Nel, a little dejected, it seemed. Her
over-sized bag with computer hung on her shoulder. She had a water
bottle in her hand.

Cheryl said, "That's too bad. I'm all full, otherwise you could come
with me."

What choice did I have. "You can come with me, Nel," I said.

We went down to my car. Karen and Jennifer sat in the back and Nel in
the front. I got out of the parking garage and sped down the hill to
12th Street.

We got to the bar early, grabbed three tables together, and ordered
our drinks. When Cheryl and the rest of the crew got there, we were
working on our second round. We were experts. The waitress brought out
the food, and we all had a great time, moving in and out of
conversations, and eating greasy, tasty food. Nel leaned in and talked
business with Cheryl, and Cheryl did her best to answer her questions
and act like she actually cared what Nel had to say. Nel just didn't
get it.

The drinks kept coming, beers, martinis, fru-fru drinks of all
varieties. Several hours later, when Cheryl was wrapping it up, making
last calls, and arranging for everyone to have a ride, we were all a
little drunk. She called for the bill, and slapped down the company
plastic. We stayed a while longer. I was leaning in close and talking
to Courtney, a cute blond with small tits. Nel was chowing down on the
remains of a Nacho plate, and sipping the last of her Long Island Tea.
No one was talking to her.

"Karen, I'm going to be driving you home. Where do you live?" I asked
across two tables.

"Nel, you need a ride?" I asked next.

"Yeah, dude. OK, tell me when you're ready."

"You better not puke in my car, Nel." I said jokingly.

She made crazy eyes at me and wobbled her head.

Eventually, we all got up in unison, and with our passengers walked to
our cars. I drove Karen home a few blocks away, and then it was Nel's
turn.

"Where do you live?" I asked.

She gave me directions. It was a farther than I had hoped. This time
of night, it was going to take me forever.

"Why don't you move up front?"

"I'm good," she said, and crumpled up in my back seat.

She gave me directions. I went down some narrow streets, and got there
after a while.  I reached her town house and parked.

"You want to come in?" she asked.

I was surprised at the offer. I thought for a split second and said,
"Sure, why not."

She walked ahead and we went up some steps to her town house. Her wide
hips jiggled up the stairs. Her heavy feet shuffled up the cement
steps. When we got in, I was shocked at the mess. There was clothing
everywhere, bowls, food wrappers, garbage. The place was a disaster.
Who would invite anyone to this dump?

There was no sign of her boyfriend.

"I thought you lived with some guy."

"He's in Seattle visiting some of our friends." She turned her head
around the place. "Here we go. You like tequila? I have that or
Sapphire gin." The two bottles were resting next to a beat up brown
couch.

She got me a red plastic cup and poured me the tequila.

She poured a huge amount of gin into a cup with ice. The ice cracked.
"Aghh," she said. "I hate drinking in crowds." She tossed back half
the cup, maybe more. Her face contorted in a freaky way--     buggy
eyed with more of that nasty grin I dreaded so much.

"I like drinking in my condo," she said. "Hold on. I'll be right
back."

I sat down on a table chair and she went to bathroom. I could hear the
strong jet piss strike the toilet. It went on forever, and then a
flush. She came out, stuffing her blue blouse into her tight jeans.

"You think they like me?" she asked.

"Of course, why wouldn't they?"

"You like me right? I'm not a total bitch."

"No," I answered without hesitation, probably too quickly.

"Thanks, I like you, too, Craig. I probably treat you the worst.
Listen, it's only because I think I can trust you. Not like those
other assholes. You see where I'm coming from? You can't trust
anyone."

She came to the table, pulled a chair and sat down with a thud.

Is it just me, or is it hard to make friends in this town."

"You've only been here a while. Give it time."

She took a sip from her glass, casually put her hand on my knee and
said, "I really like you."

I nodded. "And I like you, Nel."

I met her eyes.

"Hey, you know what? Don't take this the wrong way. I really want to
suck your cock."

Shit.

I took the bottle of gin and poured some into my cup.

"Ah, I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"No?" she asked puzzled.

I looked at her with an are you kidding me look. I took a drink and
flinched at the burn. It was short relief. And then it started again,
the whining.

"Here I am. A woman. I might not be the most attractive, but still, a
woman, damn you. Telling you. A guy. That she wants to suck your dick.
Fuck!"

"Who said I didn't want you to suck my dick?" I tried to reassure her.

I stood up. "I want you to suck my dick." I took off my black t-shirt,
to show her I was serious. She put a hand to her face and laughed out
loud.

I bucked up and reached over on my chair and squeezed her fleshy arms.
I propped her up with some effort and got us on our feet. She was a
little shakier than me.

"You're not going to regret this the next day, are you?"

She put a hand on my shoulder. "Come here. Give me that." She pointed
at my crotch with her finger.

"You want the cock, huh?" I teased her.

"I need your cock, Craig. Give it to me." She flopped at me with her
arms. She grabbed my pants with a firm grip and then unbuttoned them
with a few clumsy jerks.

She pushed up close to me. Her tongue pressed against the inside of
her open mouth. She pulled my zipper down and shoved the pants right
below my ass, my boxers were still up. Then she thrust her cold hand
into my boxers. Her hand was freezing cold from her drink. She fussed
around, made a frowny face like she was mildly frustrated and she
fumbled in my underwear. She finally cupped my balls and gave them a
gentle squeeze.

"I can hardly wait," she told me.

She lowered herself to her knees. With an open hand, she scooped my
penis into her mouth. She sucked and tugged on my still limp dick.
After a while, she stuck her tongue out and with one long swoop of the
tongue, as she stood up, she brushed her tongue through my pubes,
stomach and chest. I held her steady when she started tilting over.

She steadied herself and nestled her face in my neck.

"What about when we come back in to work on Monday?" I said, a little
late in the game. The alcohol was clouding it up for me. I confused
what came first, second, and third. Maybe flowers, a dinner, making
out, a little missionary sex?

"I think I can handle tomorrow," she said, breathing strong alcohol
vapors into my face.

I smiled and held her arms. I pressed my mouth to hers, and we both
opened wide. We went right at each other like high school kids.

"Wait, you're distracting me."

She let go of me, pushed me off gently, and dropped back to her knees.
She pulled down the rest of my pants, and methodically took off my
shoes, and even my socks. She took my cock into her mouth and quickly
brought me into a full erection.

She was pretty good at giving blowjobs. She had it all down. She made
eye contact, used her fingers, tongue, and even a little teeth, which
I hear is kind of an advanced technique. My cock slipped in and out of
her pink mouth. I looked down. How do I get myself into these
situations?

She sensed it before I did. When she did, her lips wrapped tightly on
the knob of my cock, and she made some quick sucking sounds. I held
her head and stroked her sticky hair. She pulled my ass closer to her
face and then she relaxed her hold. She pressed her tongue against the
bottom of my cock.

"Hey, I think I'm going to cum," I told her.

"I know."

She opened her mouth, so I could watch. I shot my cum into her. I saw
stream after stream, and then smaller globs settle on her teeth and
tongue. I was a little embarrassed. At how quick I came, that it was
Nel.

Instead of spitting or holding it in her mouth, she swallowed the
whole load, and stuck her tongue out to show it was all gone. She gave
my cock a big final turn in her mouth and then she went behind me. I
turned around. She was undressing out of sight. Why was she doing
that?

She was unbuttoning her blouse. I was thinking she was a little
ashamed of her body, perhaps.

"Hey, come over here, let me see you." I said.

She hesitated and then turned toward me. I walked over to her and
helped take off the last buttons on her blouse. She rotated her bra
around and unclasped it by herself. I watched. Large beautifully
rounded globes of flesh feel out. I had no idea.

She put her hand to her hips, tilted here and there. She let me look
at her.

She was fleshy, some may say fat, maybe 30 pounds overweight. She
carried it well, on her tits, her thighs, down her legs. Even the
rounded of her stomach turned me on.

"Wow."

"What do you think"

"I like." I couldn't take my eyes off her huge tits.

She took off her pants, and then she slipped her fingers thru her
black cotton panties and slowly moved them down the curve of her ass,
legs and down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and exposed her
entire body to me, bushy cunt, large breasts, ample bottom. I stroked
hairs on my stomach and licked my lips.

I had learned to hate Nel over the months that we worked together, and
here she was naked, with loads of my semen in her stomach. I think my
dislike of her actually made me want her more. I never knew it worked
that way. I moved my hand back behind her at the bottom of her spine,
and down to her ass crack. I squeezed her delicious pounds of sweaty
meat. Her head fell forward onto my chest. She let out a breath. Her
hands clutched my ass. I smelled her, her sweat, the booze drying on
her skin. I kissed the insides of her tits and put each nipple one
after the other into my mouth. She groaned. She placed a leg around
me. That's  when I lost my balance and fell over. I honestly thought
she would lose it first.

We both laughed.

She came down and sat next to me on the floor. I ran my hands over her
knee, which was smooth and soft. She put her fingers into her cunt and
started playing with herself. That did it. I had to fuck her there and
then.

"Get on all fours."

She got on her knees, while I moved around her. I looked down. Her
wide ass hung in the air. I rubbed her butt cheeks. I slapped her
bottom hard. She winced.

"Oh," she said. "You're not going to fuck me in the ass, are you?"

"Not on a first date."

With so much hair to get in the way, I thrust my cock against her
hungry hole. I let her take it from there. She immediately reached
back and pulled it into her cunt with a sigh. She clutched my cock
with her cunt, and squeezed it a few times.

"Nice."

I started moving on her. I slapped my hips against her ass and smacked
her lightly with my open palm. She eagerly moved back and forth. I
held her soft waist and massaged her fat thighs. I could learn to love
this. I did love this. I ground in, held my cock in her, and withdrew
it almost all the way. I knew I would come soon, so I increased my
speed and slammed into her even harder. She responded by thrusting her
ass toward me. She didn't give any ground.

"Fuck me, Craig. Ah, shit," she said. "Ah, shit."

She came and uttered a low, quaking "Ohhhh". I stayed inside her.
Eventually my penis softened and fell out. She groaned, disappointed.
My cock was covered in a thick white cream, which I quickly wiped with
shirt lying on the floor. We stretched out on the floor and knew, and
called it a night.

She got off the floor, smacked the light switch off, and came back to
lie down on the floor. Motionless, near senseless, I tickled her foot.
She laughed. I was surprising myself. I was beginning to like Nel.

Still dark, but hours later, I got dressed.

"Hey, Nel. I have to go back to my place."

She mumbled something I didn't understand. I grabbed my keys and drove
back. The streets were empty, everyone gone home, a stray bum here and
there.


***

She didn't come into work on Monday. I quietly asked around. Cheryl
had given Nel the day off, but no one knew what she was doing. I
closed my office door and gave her a call.

The phone rang.

"Nel, what's going on?"

"Oh, it's you. What do you want?"

"You coming in? No one's heard from you since Friday."

"I just didn't feel like coming in."

"Mind if I come over."

There was a pause

"Sure." And then she hung up.

I drove to her town house, and made my way to her door. Outside by her
stairs were five neatly stacked boxes with a yellow folded over note.
I knocked on the door, heard her moving inside and walked in.

"Hey, Nel."

"What you looking for another booty call." She said, her back to me.

"No."

This was not my happy, horny as fuck Nel. This was the other one. She
didn't look at me. She was cleaning up her mess. Most of the clothing
was picked up, new storage containers were stacked everywhere. The
vacuum was plugged in.

"If you want, Friday never happened. You never came here," she was
rambling.

I didn't say anything.

"So, why didn't you call?" she asked. I came over to her. I didn't
have a reason.

"I took her two arms in my hands. I should have called." I went in for
a kiss. She struggled a little, but relaxed. I kissed her lips. She
breathed out.

"Hey," she whispered.

"Hey you."

"I kicked out Richard." That was her boyfriend.

"I can see. Boxes out the door. Nice touch."

"You don't think he'll try to break in?"

I held her closer. "I don't know."

I squeezed her body tight. She smelled nice, a bath, perfume. I kissed
her lips. I put my fingers through her hair. She was steady on her
feet,

"So, how about that mid-day booty call you offered?"

She growled. I held her arms and wrestled her. And then we ran into
the bedroom.

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