Introduction: Jake tests the waters

At the end of the work day, Jake hung out a little later. He said good night to Dave and Erica (both of whom seemed to have forgotten the conversations about Abbie), and wandered over near the copy machine. The copy machine was right near Abbie's office, and he knew she tended to work late. Her light was on, and she was still at her desk.

Jake stood there making meaningless copies until he heard footsteps in Abbie's office. He saw the light go out, and then she emerged and closed the door behind her.

"Hi, Abbie," he said, nervously.

"Oh, hi Jake. Working late?"

"Yeah, I guess. Listen, I --" he froze.

"What is it, Jake?"

"I was wondering if ... would you ... that is, um ..." He just couldn't do it. He was sure whatever happened before was something, but whatever, it was something he had to let go of. Or did he ...? "I was wondering if you would make twenty copies of this." He handed her whatever paper he was holding.

Abbie took up the paper. "Invoice from Gray & House." She shrugged. "Okay." She stepped into the copy machine room, put the paper on the glass, hit some buttons, and out chugged twenty copies of the invoice. "Here you go!"

She stood there, holding out the paper. Jake slowly took it. Was this like the jumping jacks? Was she really going to just say yes to anything?

"Abbie, I was wondering if ..." he trailed off.

"Yes?"

"... if you would ..." he looked around for anything. "... if you would ... grab that post-it note from Taylor's desk and read it to me."

Without hesitation, Abbie stepped into Taylor's cubicle, and peeled a sticker from the desk. "It says 'Opera tonight at 8:30.' Ooh, I wonder what he's seeing?"

"Thank you, Abbie." Jake started breathing more heavily. He looked around. No one was left at the office. "You know, Abbie ..." he started again.

"Yes, Jake?"

"You know ... Abbie ..." he tried again.

"Jake." She looked at him. "All you have to do is ask."

Jake swallowed. "Abbie, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind ..." he took a deep breath, and let it out. "I was wondering if you would suck my dick." He couldn't believe he had just said those words. He closed his eyes, wishing the whole experience would just go away. He hoped that while his eyes were closed, Abbie would leave, then the next day, he would quit his job and move far away and none of this would matter.

Instead, he felt a tug on his belt. He felt his pants get unsnapped, then unzipped. He felt hands on the waistband of his briefs. He felt his cock being pulled from inside his underwear. He felt the warm, wet sensation of someone running their tongue along the underside.

He opened his eyes, and looked down. Staring back up at him, her mouth all over the side and tip of his dick, was Abbie.

"All you have to do is ask," she said, smiling. She took his cock in her mouth, and tickled it with her tongue. She let it slide in and out of her mouth, and she stiffened her lips around it, creating greater friction and pressure.

Jake could barely contain himself. Abbie sensed that he may not last long, and she worked quickly. She sucked back and forth, occasionally pulling his cock from her mouth to run her tongue along the length of the shaft. She felt his muscles twitch, and worried that he might climax at any moment, put her mouth back on it, and took it deep into her throat. Her fears were accurate, as she felt another twitch, followed by a more pronounced spasm, and the next things Abbie knew, Jake was exploding and filling her mouth with semen. He pumped into her mouth a few times, emptying his balls into her. She held it all as he withdrew his cock. She put her lips together so as not to spill anything. After that, she just looked at him. She couldn't speak, as her mouth was full of his come.

Jake looked down at her. He wasn't sure how to read this moment. But then an idea occurred to him. "Abbie, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind ... swallowing my load?"

Abbie smiled, and without hesitation, swallowed. She ran her finger along the corners of her lips, and then licked off her finger and lips, swallowing again, making sure that nothing was left behind. Jake pulled a tissue from a box in the copy room, and handed it to her. She accepted it, wiped her face, and stood up.

"There, what was so bad about that?"