Changing Objectives Part Two — Jeremy Edwards

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When she arrived at the studio the next day, almost everything was the same. She had sweated her way through similar weather, wearing a similar outfit. This time, however, one article of clothing had been left at home. And, just as she had predicted, her thin skirt was clinging to the crack of her panty-free ass. Yet today she didn’t mind. It felt sexy.

Another difference was that where she had arrived empty-handed yesterday, today she was clutching a manila folder.

In the lobby, Inge greeted her like she was an old friend. “Welcome back, Alison. Gavin will be ready for you in a moment.”

Will he really be ready for me? Alison wondered. As she waited for her cue, she sizzled with a different sort of nervousness from her pre-exam jitters of the day before. Today she had no thoughts of a quick fingering in a bathroom stall. She was horny, all right. But she had higher aspirations than a date with herself in the john.

When he came to collect her, Gavin’s face struck her as even kinder and, if it was possible, more handsome than on the previous occasion. Alison hoped she wasn’t imagining it when she noted that he looked genuinely glad to see her.

He led her to the same conference room, and she took her place at the same end of the table. Then, she pushed aside the manila folder that awaited her there, and substituted her own.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Alison,” said Gavin. “You’re not allowed to bring any materials into the–“

She felt her nervousness evaporate as she interrupted him, and she delivered her words with a mischievous smile. This was it. “I brought my own test today,” she explained.

She laughed inside when she saw the look of boyish confusion crossed Gavin’s adorable features. “Your own test? I don’t–“

Alison put her finger to her lips and opened her folder. “This will just take a minute,” she assured him.

While she quickly filled out the form she had prepared, she was aware that Gavin was watching her. A glance in his direction revealed that his mouth hung open in an expression of perplexity. But his eyes seemed to burn with something else–something intoxicating, something that made her acutely aware of the rude but sensuous way her skirt was caressing her ass crack, and the titillating breath of the climate-controlled air around her bare ankles.

She finished in just a minute, as promised, and handed him the form. Since she knew it by heart, having rehearsed it over and over in her mind last night while stroking herself under the covers, she could follow along as he silently read:

1. Do you find your examiner sexually attractive?

Yes.

2. Are you wearing panties?

No.

3. Do you have to be anywhere in a hurry after this test?

No.

4. Do you have any aversion to undressing handsome men in conference rooms?

No.

5. Do you have any aversion to sprawling across conference room tables while you’re brought to thunderous orgasms?

No.

Gavin let the document fall to the floor. He seemed frozen for a moment, his face a cartoon of incredulous anticipation. It was the work of a moment for Alison to take him in her arms.

“I realize anyone can walk in here and claim not to be wearing panties,” she breathed in his ear. “So of course I understand that the staff must verify any such claim.” She took his hand and guided it under her skirt.

“Verify, baby, verify,” she urged.

She felt his fingers begin to explore her, sending sparks in every direction. This was all it took to instigate a delicious mini-climax, and she sighed as her cunt showered Gavin’s fingers with honey.

He looked in her eyes. He seemed concerned. “Please understand . . . no matter what we do now, it doesn’t mean that I can get you on the show. I don’t do those kinds of favors.”

She almost thought she would cry, he was so sweet. Instead, she laughed. “I’m not thinking about the show. I want favors from you, all right, but not the kind you’re talking about.”

Gavin’s face relaxed into an expression of delirious joy. She pulled his weight toward her and let herself slouch onto the table. Her sunglasses fell off her head, but she didn’t care. “Do me a favor, Gavin,” she coaxed. “Do me a big favor, right in my sweet spot, right here on the table.”

If this had happened yesterday, she might have proceeded more slowly, by delicately offering her nipples to his lips. But after twenty-four hours of dripping with lust for this man, she wanted his cock up her skirt as soon as humanly possible. So she found his zipper, and, within seconds, she was guiding his warm, firm flesh inside her.

“I wanted you yesterday,” Gavin confided as they began to squirm together. “But I was afraid that a little manila folder would keep us apart.”

Alison giggled. “As I see it, the only things that are going to be kept apart are my legs.” She closed her eyes as the deepest thrust yet set her tingling. He leaned into her, grabbing gently but passionately at the undersides of her knees, and she felt him dotting her nose and cheeks with the softest of kisses. Each little peck nudged her upwards, raising her closer to ecstasy on silken layers of joy, which she writhed upon like an animal.

His breath was warm and pleasantly nutty across her face. They must drink flavored coffee here, she thought, just as an orgasmic tide surged through her and pushed all thoughts away. Gavin’s hot brew kissed her insides in gorgeous, pumping spurts, and she boiled with pleasure as he shuddered against her.

Eventually, Alison sat up and began to tidy herself. Gavin was grinning.

“Inge will be happy,” he said.

Alison thought of the friendly blonde, the gorgeous woman who had gazed at her, smiled at her, and welcomed her. “Inge?”

“Yeah, she sort of looks out for me. Like a sister. She could tell right away that I was longing for . . . well, this.”

For reasons she couldn’t account for, Alison suddenly wondered if Inge’s relationship with Gavin was always entirely sisterly. And she wondered if Inge’s warmth toward her had been tinged with anything besides natural friendliness and concern for Gavin. Perhaps, Alison reflected, her next conference with Gavin could include the alluring Inge as well . . . .

“What are you thinking about?” Gavin asked.

“About the next time I take the test,” Alison replied, with a sparkle in her voice.

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Jeremy Edwards is the author of the erotocomedic novel Rock My Socks Off and the erotic story collection Spark My Moment (both published by Xcite Books). His libidinous short stories have been widely published online, as well as in over forty anthologies. His work was selected for The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica, vols. 7, 8, and 9, and he has read at New York’s In the Flesh and Philadelphia’s Erotic Literary Salon. Jeremy’s greatest goal in life is to be sexy and witty at the same moment—ideally in lighting that flatters his profile. Find Jeremy here: http://www.jeremyedwardserotica.com.