Friend Or Foe?

FRIEND OR FOE?

“God, I hate that woman,” I muttered, seeing in my co-worker only arrogance and conflict. Lisa stormed into my office, a tall slender beauty with dark brown hair, and flashing eyes, ready to fight over an issue, nominally my responsibility.

My instinctive reaction was to confront her, but my sister’s recent words flashed through my mind. ‘She knows your status in the company and she’s scared you’ll undermine her,” she’d said. “Give her a chance. Let her know you want to work with her, not against her. She’s not a threat to you, why be a threat to her?’

I listened for a change. Lisa eventually finished and scowled at me.

“Okay, Dean, so what are you going to do. It’s your problem, you know and …”

I forestalled further accusations. “Yes, Lisa, I know. You’re right; I will fix it. Thank you.”

Lisa stared at me. She clearly hadn’t expected this and stammered, “Oh … oh, alright then, thanks. Dean … look, is this softly, softly approach some game you’re playing just to blindside me?”

At other times, this would have led to conflict. Taking a deep breath, I said, “No, Lisa, I haven’t been fair to you. I think we can work together without being at each others’ throats. Do you think we’ve got a chance?”

Lisa lost for words was a new experience and I waited until she stammered, “I … I guess so, Thank you.” She stopped, obviously with more to come. “Dean, I was hired to do a job, but you have such a powerful reputation that I felt you wouldn’t accept me. I put on an aggressive front, but I’m not usually like that,” she finished, blushing.

“Good.” I felt elated, but something else also. I felt drawn to this smart, beautiful woman; now barriers were weakening, I wondered whether there was scope for a more personal relationship.

“Lisa,” I hesitated, “are you … well, are you attached or anything?” I knew it sounded weak, but she didn’t take advantage. “I know I could be in trouble over sexual harassment, but I wondered whether you might be interested in getting together sometime; I can be a gentleman when I need to.”

She flicked an eyebrow. “What makes you think you’re harassing me? I’ll let you know if you are. On the other hand, how about coffee and perhaps a meal after work this evening?”

Taking a chance, I took a soft, manicured hand in mine. “If this is the other hand, I’d love to take it—and the rest of you—for a bite to eat.”

The meal was excellent, her company exhilarating and time flew by. As we left the restaurant, preparing to head home, Lisa smiled, “Your place or mine?”

I gave a mischievous smile. “I’m not the sort of guy who expects sex on the first date.” I watched her eyes flash and twinkle.

She chuckled, a low, soft sound that warmed my heart. “What a pity,” she whispered, “I’m that sort of girl.”

“Oh well, your place then,” I said, and she laughed aloud.

I followed Lisa to her unit, but had little time to appreciate the surroundings before she linked her arms round my neck and whispered, “Kiss me as if all you want is to get me into bed.”

It was, and I obeyed, a light kiss to start, then ran my tongue across her lips before she opened her mouth, working hard to capture mine.

“Wait, Dean,” she murmured, turning away from me, undressing, then turning back to reveal a mouth watering body. “Like what you see?” she giggled.

I undressed almost as quickly, then picked her up squealing, and carried her to the bedroom. Dropping her on the bed, I caressed her silken skin, delighting in her soft moans. I kissed her again, and slipped my hand down to her breast, an engorged nipple demanding instant attention. Pinching and twisting her nipples caused a rewarding squeal, and her moaned demand, “I need you inside me now, you big ape. Please …”

I stroked my hand across her mound, feeling the heat and moisture as she writhed and made incoherent sounds of passion.

“I love it when a woman begs,” I teased and she took my rigid, almost painful member in her hand and squeezed.

“What part of ‘now’ don’t you understand?” she demanded.

I gave an evil laugh and pulled her on top of me. “Not one thing,” I replied, as she held herself over the heat seeking missile my manhood had become.

“Yes, oh god, yes,” she moaned, lowering herself onto me, engulfing me in her sweet velvety heat.

We moved hard against each other in a wonder of mutual lust and desire. Her nails dug into my back, her screams becoming a crescendo of need as she reached the summit and plunged into a spasming, moaning, writhing orgasm, her juices drenching me. That was all it took for me to reach my own pinnacle and fill her, brimming with my seed.

Eventually, we relaxed and rolling apart, turned and looked into each others eyes.

“Friends?” I asked.

“I certainly hope so,” she replied, laughing, “or at least best of enemies.”

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