Being Sentimental

You open your eyes and see that Becca’s still sleeping next to you. You and her have your bodies pressed together, arms wrapped around one another, and her leg interlocked with yours. You can feel your morning wood pressed against her stomach, while the cold of the room’s air conditioning has made her nipples so hard that you can feel it poking your skin.

Yesterday morning, this was exactly how you woke up too. Except it was with Brooke… and you were both naked… and had sex the night before. Now you’re waking up to a different girl, something you would have hated yourself for in the past, but it’s becoming quite the common occurrence since you acquired your magical app, and something you’ve learned to accept as a part of your new life.

You watch her sleeping soundly for a moment, taking in her beauty. You realize she most likely chooses to look more serious with her make-up, since she looks much less intimidating with her softer natural look without it. You can see the corner of her lips curled into a subtle smile, most likely enjoying the pleasure that ‘Magic Touch’ provides.

You’re tempted to grind your cock a little on her stomach, but you don’t dare move as you know the slightest movement will wake her. She told you as much last night, before the two of you slept together.

“Can you stay with me for the night?” Becca clarifies her earlier question.

“Of course, Becca.” You don’t even hesitate to answer.

Hearing your response, Becca smiles widely, before making out with you more passionately. You feel her tongue invade your mouth forcefully. Her forward motion makes you lose your balance, and you fall on your back onto the carpeted floor from your squatting position. Becca doesn’t seem to be fazed, and mounts you without breaking away from your lips.

When Becca finally does break away from the kiss, she has a wicked smile on her face that can only mean one thing. Your interpretation of her smile is confirmed when Becca continues to look down on you with the same smile, while starting to unbutton her pajama top.

“Becca,” You say, getting concerned for how fast this went from her feeling sorry for herself to this in the blink of an eye. “Are you sure this is what you want right now?” You ask her, making her pause from unbuttoning the rest of her pajama top. Unlike when this happened with Viv, you noticed she really did seem eager to continue before you asked your question.

“What do you mean?” Becca asks in surprise.

“I mean… you’ve been through a lot today. I just think —” You start to say, but Becca places her index finger over your lips to silence you.

“Like you said,” Becca answers you, as she removes her finger from your lips, before going back to one of the buttons of her pajama top. “I’m Rebecca Hoffman.” Becca adds, as she unbuttons the top most button of her pajama top.

“I know what I want,” Becca unbuttons another one.

“I know how to get what I want,”, and another one.

“And I’m confident nothing can stop me from getting it.” Becca finally completes her seductive reiteration of the words you told her as she unbuttons the bottom most button of her pajama top to reveal her bare skin underneath. Her top is still covering most of her breasts, but you can see enough of her chest that you know she’s not wearing a bra underneath.

You see Becca begin to motion for her top to slide off her shoulders, and that’s where you get your voice back again to make her pause.

“Uh~” You uncontrollably mutter, before raising a hand like a shy student in class who wants permission to go to the bathroom. Which reminds you how your dynamic with Becca might go if you don’t impose yourself more.

“Yes?” Becca asks, furthering her imposition by leaning forward and invading your space. Placing her outstretched arms that are supporting her on each side of your head.

“This is a bit too public of a place to do this, don’t you think?” You ask Becca.

“Everyone’s asleep, are they not?” Becca argues.

“What if they wake up?” You ask her, still worried.

“I know how to keep quiet.” Becca answers with a smirk.

“Yeah~, that’s not—” You try to point out that that’s not your issue, but Becca cuts you off.

“In the event that I scream uncontrollably from pleasure, then I give you permission to silence me.” Becca tells you seductively. “That is… if you can make me.” Becca teasingly challenges you. If not for recent events, you would have been intimidated by that challenge; but with everything you’ve experienced since you got the app…

“Oh~, I’m pretty sure I can make you.” You ask her with some cockiness, as your ego gets defensive and gets baited into accepting Becca’s challenge, and completely forgetting you had concerns of doing something sexual out in the open. Becca actually chuckles at your confidence, and seemingly concedes her mistake.

“I have no doubt that you can,” Becca replies, still chuckling, before her demeanor changes in the blink of an eye and her lips curl into a mischievous smile. “But you seem to have a misunderstanding of the situation.” Becca then adds, resulting in your confusion.

“You~ are not going to do anything.” Becca continues, before finally making clear her intentions, as she takes both your wrists and crosses them above your head. “I want you to lay there, and allow me to use you.” Becca finally reveals her intentions, before straightening up and placing her hands on your chest, pushing her breasts together with her arms as she does.

“Do we have an agreement?” Becca then asks. You’re not sure how she can make such a formal question sound so seductive, but it takes almost all your willpower to not shout ‘YES!’ in response and have her ravage you.

“Can we just not do it in the living room?” You ask her with a shy smile.

“Why? So what if the others see us? Are you really that sentimental that you want our first time to be just the two of us?” Becca asks you.

“Uh~, yes? I guess I am kind of guilty for being sentimental like that.” You answer her question, but that’s not actually the reason why you have concerns about this.

“Then we won’t let them join.” Becca replies flatly. “Let them watch.” Becca then adds while forcefully taking her pajama top off to entice you further into doing this here and now.

“Yeah~, we have other people here staying with us, remember?” You remind Becca, and explain your actual concern. Although, you were staring at her tits the entire time you said it.

“My point still… stands.” Becca argues, taking a brief pause to pull down the waistband of your pajama bottom to free your erect cock.

“Yeah~, not going to risk it with Tanya’s daughters being here. Not to mention Chad and Courtney.” You tell her adamantly. You seem to amuse Becca with your stern refusal, making her smirk. She then licks her palm before she wraps the hand she licked around your cock.

“What’s the big deal for Tanya’s daughters? You already bought the trait that makes it acceptable, correct? Moreso, I assume Chad and Courtney wouldn’t mind after what you told me happened this afternoon.” Becca argues, continuing your conversation normally, like she’s not stroking you right now.

“Not the point, Becca.” You reply, grunting a little towards the end as her thumb starts to play with your frenulum.

“I assumed you would like the risk. After that afternoon you had with Stella at the boutique, and being able to perform in front of Mercy, I deduced that—” Becca starts to explain why she seems to be pushing for this risky situation.

“You already found out about that?” You ask her. She only mentioned Mercy, but the fact that she knows means she may already know about Paige, who asked all of you earlier to keep her involvement in what happened at the Red Rum a secret from Becca for now, so she can tell her boss herself.

“Was it supposed to be a secret?” Becca asks, a little confused by your concern. “I gave Mercy permission to join in if she was so inclined. I called her while we were changing to thank her for her help, and she told me you asked her to just watch.” Becca explains.

“Oh. Well, I didn’t exactly tell her to watch. I didn’t know how you’d feel about someone you work with getting involved so I—” You start to explain, but Becca already has a counterargument ready.

“Viv and I work together as well. You know I have no trouble with that.” Becca counters.

“You know that’s different. Viv and I were already dating before I found out you liked me that way.” You argue back.

“What way?” Becca asks just to tease you, as she starts to stroke you even faster now.

“In a way I don’t think Mercy does.” You reply.

“Don’t be so sure. She seemed interested in seeing you again.” Becca tells you.

“In the Red Rum.” You qualify. “And she doesn’t want to just see me. She wants to see me with Viv to play. That’s different.” You repeat to be more clear.

“I wouldn’t say it’s that much different from me. I’m sure my initial curiosity of you started off—” Becca tries to counter, but you cut her off.

“Let me stop you there, Becca. Unlike Mercy, your initial curiosity was more than just lust or friendship.” You tell her. “The first time I saw your profile on the app, you had a Love Score.” You admit to her, and the shock from that information gets her to stop stroking you.

“I don’t know why, and at the time, I thought it wasn’t a big deal. I thought ‘the app multiplies that, so that’s probably normal’… but it wasn’t. You, Cassie, and Maddy are the only girls I’ve ever met to have a Love Score already when I first checked the app. It should have been obvious to me that seeing Love Scores wouldn’t be normal from small interactions. You can’t multiply zero.” You say, chuckling at the end.

“It’s why I knew when you said you were curious about me, I knew it wasn’t some hollow statement that only meant you wanted to see how I could possibly sexually satisfy multiple women. You’re actually curious about me.” You tell Becca.

“So, yeah, that could just be the start for Mercy; but I want you to know why I’m saying Mercy’s situation is different… is because you are different.” You finally say, sitting up as you do, and staring into her eyes to show how sincere you are about the last part.

Becca places her hands on your cheeks, and the two of you kiss deeply one more time; needing to take deep breaths when the two of you finally break away from the kiss. You both stare into each other's eyes for what feels like forever.

…

“I am rarely… actually, never… sentimental; but I guess this is you rubbing off on me.” Becca admits, before finally standing up.

“No pun intended, I hope.” You add jokingly, as you pull your pajamas back over your erect cock. Becca does the same and picks up her pajama top and puts it on again. “Shall we continue this in the bedroom?” You ask her playfully.

“No. I don’t think we should.” Becca answers, taking you by surprise.

“I guess I ruined the mood with all the worrying about where we are, huh?” You ask with an awkward chuckle.

“Indeed.” Becca answers quite seriously, getting you to do an awkward laugh and rub the back of your neck from embarrassment. Becca notices this and places a hand on your cheek softly. “That being said, this outcome may not be what I wanted; but maybe it’s what I needed.” Becca adds. “If tonight was any indication, not everything I wanted was what was best for me… because I’ve been eating my pizza wrong for my entire life.” Becca adds, causing you to raise your eyebrow, but not ask any further when you realize she doesn’t want to explain.

“Thank you once again for making me realize that.” Becca tells you sincerely, and all you can do is return the smile she’s giving you.

“I guess this is good night then?” You ask her, unsure of what happens now.

“No. You promised to stay with me for the night, remember?”

[Minisode] # 8: Becca makes a decision

(This is written in 3rd person POV following Becca)

Becca stirs, as she hears Jay trying to wake her gently.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. I’m sorry to wake you so early. It’s one of the cons of one of the traits I bought. I’ll let you get back to sleep though. Don’t worry.” Jay tells her.

“No. I’m awake.” Becca assures him, before going in for a good morning kiss with the first man she’s ever cuddled with. “Good morning.” She returns his greeting after the kiss.

“Do you want to grab some breakfast?” Jay asks her.

“I’ll follow you out in a few. I’m sure I need to return a lot of calls and answer emails after everything that happened between my father and I yesterday.” Becca replies.

“Can’t that wait?” Jay asks sweetly, not in a forceful tone, but one that’s hoping that it could just so he could spend more of the start of his morning with her.

“I’ll be quick. I promise.” Becca assures him. “You can go ahead, so Edmund can get started on your breakfast.” Becca advises him.

“Okay. Would you like anything in particular?” Jay asks.

“I’ll have a smoked salmon bagel and black coffee, please.” Becca answers Jay, who gives her a kiss before standing up from the bed they shared. Becca grabs her phone from the nightstand and sees multiple notifications of emails and personal messages from people at work. She starts to open her email, and notices that Jay is looking back at her from the doorway.

“Yes?” Becca asks him.

“Nothing.” Jay answers with a smile. “Don’t overwork yourself. It’s a holiday.” He adds, before giving her a wink, and finally walking away. Becca can’t help but chuckle at the sweet reminder, as it reminds her of Marybeth.

Becca reads the numerous emails from Board Members that are apologizing for having voted the way they did in removing her from the Board and how thankful they are that her father changed his mind. The same goes for the head of HR who said he was thankful that the termination letter Mr. Hoffman sent him is no longer going to be enforced.

As she reads all of these ass-kissing emails from the same people who didn’t blink an eye when given the option to stab her in the back, only two things are echoing in Becca’s mind.

‘Not everything that I wanted was what was best for me’

‘You gotta eat your pizza your own way’

She can’t help but laugh at how the advice that finally broke the camel’s back for her was worded like that; but Becca understands that the message and the messenger are more important.

She finally drafts the letter that she’ll send in reply to the head of HR, and CCs the rest of the Board of Directors that voted her out yesterday as well.

In the ‘Subject’ portion of the email draft, Becca types:

[LETTER OF RESIGNATION]