Kylie is Very Glad to See Me

I just make it in time to catch the bus. As I sit there in the quiet early morning ride, I cannot help but drift back to my horny thoughts about Sarah and everything that happened this weekend. I really want to take things to a more physical level, but I do not want to pressure her. With us both being virgins, I do worry about not pleasing her like a good lover should.

“Maybe I can talk to Mr. Robinson about it.” I think out loud.

“With that big a bulge in his boxers, he probably knows how to please a woman,” I think this time, thankfully in my head.

As I get off the bus, I meet Kylie, and we walk into the office together. I am still horny from thinking about Sarah, and I find myself looking down Kylie's blouse at her large breasts. Her skin is much darker than Sarah's, and I remember that her father is Black. I met him one day when he picked her up from work for a quick daddy-daughter lunch date. He seemed like a nice guy, and he seemed interested in getting to know me better; he kept mentioning how much Kylie likes working with me and how much she talks about me. I mean, she has become one of my closest friends, but until this morning I don't think that I have ever thought of her in any other way. Today, I cannot stop thinking about everything that happened with Sarah this weekend, and I cannot help but fantasize about Kylie doing those things.

My cock is uncomfortably hard; I try to be discreet and reposition it so I can be more comfortable. I think Kylie notices; I look back up and see her looking down at my crotch. I see a wry smile on her face and an almost hungry look in her eyes, but I am probably mistaken, my horniness clouding my mind and making my imagination run wild.

The elevator is pretty crowded, and Kylie has to push her butt right up against my crotch. I really hope that she cannot feel my hard-on. She must not because as someone else gets on, she pushes back, accidentally grinding her ass right up against it. I cannot help but stare at her breasts from over her shoulder. I have to stop myself from grabbing her hips and pulling her back further against my crotch. I begin to worry that I am about to cum in my pants, but luckily the elevator reaches our floor, and Kylie and I exit the elevator.

Kylie says something to me that I do not really hear. I am so worried that she will notice how hard I was from the elevator. I mumble something about needing to go to the bathroom and rush into a stall. Pulling down my pants, a string of precum attaches my dick to the crotch of my tighty-whities. I dab the crotch with some toilet paper to clean up some of the precum and think about baseball until my erection goes down. I do not want to be the guy that masturbates at work, after all.

Going back to my desk, I get a calendar invite for “working lunch” with Kylie. I smile and chuckle a little bit, but I feel my cock twitch thinking about sitting across from her and remembering what happened in the elevator. I cannot stop thinking about this weekend with Sarah or the elevator ride with Kylie. I try to catch up on the work I missed, but I start to feel really guilty about my horny thoughts about Kylie. I feel like I am almost cheating on Sarah even though it was just fantasies.

I take a quick coffee break and decide to call home and check on her, if nothing else to remind myself that I had an amazing, beautiful fiancé at home.

The phone rang six or seven times. I figured she was napping or working on homework, so just as I was prepared to leave a voicemail, she answered.

“Uh....heyyy...baby....uhh...” She sounded out of breath, like she was really exerting herself. She was probably deep cleaning the apartment since I had been sick.

“Hey, I just wanted to call and check in on you.” I said, feeling even guiltier about my thoughts about Kylie. My beautiful fiancé was home deep cleaning and sanitizing the apartment so I can get better faster, and I was fantasizing about another girl. “I just wanted to tell you that I love you and miss you.”

Sarah was silent for a moment; in the background I could hear something banging against the wall. I heard Mr. Robinson grunt and say something I cannot quite make out; he sounds out of breath as well.

“They must be moving our bed so she can clean under it.” I thought to myself and was really glad that I let him stay with us. He had become really helpful, and Sarah has seemed to warm up to him. They were spending a lot of time together, after all.

“Uhh...I love you too...uhhh,” she said as she kept working with Mr. Robinson.

The banging against the wall got quicker and more erratic. “Unnghh! Ungghh ghhhhuuu!” I hear Mr. Robinson grunt as he works to get the bed back into the right place.

Sarah whimpers and yelps a little; she must have gotten pinched or something by the bed frame while it was moving.

“Ok babe, I will let you and Mr. Robinson get back to it, I guess.” I say.

“Yeah, ok, whatever you want,” she says, trying to catch her breath.

Before she hangs up. I hear Mr. Robinson in the background. “All right, Ginger Tits, get over here and clean it up.”

I hang up and smile. I do not really like the nickname, but he called her that this weekend, so maybe it is an inside joke or something. I might say something when I get home.

I go back to my desk and get back to work. I cannot help but smile at how lucky I am to have Sarah and how glad I am that Mr. Robinson is keeping her company while I am at work.