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Subject: {ASSM} Wingman (MF, oral, slow, rom)
Date: Sat,  2 Aug 2003 05:10:05 -0400
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This piece was inspired by, of all things, a beer commercial.  You probably
know the one...

Thanks, again, to Selena Jardine, for invaluable assistance, and in
particular this time, giving me the kick I needed to straighten out major
flaws in the early drafts...

If you're scouting for material to offend your sensibilities or to populate
your pay site, move along; there's nothing to see here.  This is a work of
fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or structures is purely
coincidental.  If you like it, please let me know -- your kind comments are
all I get out of this.

~     ~     ~     ~     ~     ~     ~

"It just really seemed completely unfair.  You know what I mean?"

Joe considered the unhappy young CPA across the microscopic bar table from
him.  Her wavy brunette hair was messy, and the natural beauty of her face
was marred by the obvious irritation of her expression.

"Yes, I do, Karen.  I really do."

Just over her shoulder, Joe saw his buddy Keith getting wild on the dance
floor with a skinny blonde, Karen's roommate.  Alexis?  No, right, it was
Alicia.  Keith flashed him the high sign and Joe tipped his beer to him in
reply.

"Karen, how about I get you another seven-and-seven, and see if we can't get
your mind off of it?"

"Okay, I guess, whatever."  Her expression didn't really soften any, though,
as he stood to go to the bar.

Joe came back with her drink and he handed it to her.  "You know, I was
thinking about it.  I believe I may have a solution for your problem."

"Yeah?"  It was almost more of a challenge, the way she said it.

"Well, you said that your boss was taking credit for your work."

Several hours later, Keith and the blonde were nowhere to be seen, but Karen
and Joe were hashing out the final details of her plan of action.

"And when he tries to deny it, I can just forward him the e-mail and tell
him to give me my raise or else!"  Her eyes sparkled triumphantly.

Joe thought that the drinks might have had something to do with it, too, but
she was certainly happier than she had been earlier.  He'd switched over to
soda, but had kept her supplied with a steady stream of Seagram's.

"Hey, Joe, you turned out to be a really good guy," Karen volunteered
suddenly.  "I really only came because Alicia insisted.  She, uh, wanted to
spend time with your friend."

"Yeah, I know.  That's cool, though.  I've really enjoyed your company."

"Hey, it's mutual.  And I really appreciate your help with my problem."  She
stumbled on the word "appreciate," and her eyes darted down away from Joe's
face.  He was a little surprised to realize that she was checking out his
package.

"No problem, Karen.  Glad to help a friend in need."  Joe returned the
favor, his glance straying to her tightly wrapped chest as he spoke.  She
grinned at him, with no pretense of misunderstanding.

"You want to find someplace a bit quieter?  I might want to write down some
of this stuff, so I don't forget."  She rattled the ice in her glass and
gave him a rueful look.  There was something else there, too, and Joe didn't
want to miss a chance to explore it.

"Sure," he said.  "My apartment's just down a couple of blocks."

"Okay," she said.  "Let me just use the ladies' room, okay?  Have you seen
Alicia?"

"Nope, not for a while."

"Oh, well," she shrugged.  "I guess I'll just brave it alone."  She grinned
at him and walked away, a little unsteadily.  While he waited, Joe scanned
the bar, looking for Keith.  Still lots of action on the dance floor, but he
didn't see the happy couple there.  He gave up, figuring that Alicia was
probably showing Keith *her* apartment.  Just as well to keep Karen away for
a while.

Karen returned, and the two of them exited into the shocking silence and
chill of the night air.  She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.
Joe threw his leather jacket around her shoulders.

"Thanks," she said.

"No problem."  He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, too, rubbing her
back to warm her up.  They walked along silently for a while.

"This is me," Joe said finally, motioning towards a nondescript brownstone.

Joe unlocked his front door and flicked on the lights.

"Wow," she said.  "You keep a neat home!"

"Well, never know when I might have a beautiful girl come over," Joe grinned
at her.

"Oh, whatever," Karen said, rolling her eyes.

"Well, come on into the kitchen and have a seat.  I'll get you some paper
and a pen."  Karen ignored him, wandering past him to the living room.  She
bent over to look at his CD collection, and Joe couldn't help but admire the
view.

Karen cleared her throat and Joe saw that she was looking over her shoulder
at him.  She arched her eyebrow at him.  "See something interesting?"

"Uh, yeah.  You're really distracting me like that."

"Well, you were distracting the hell out of me earlier," she said, and
turned back to his music.  She pulled out a disk and popped it into his
system.

A mellow Miles Davis riff filled the room as Karen turned back to him.  "I
like your taste in music," she said, sauntering up to him.  She put her
hands around his neck and started swaying to the music.  Joe put his hands
on her waist and joined her dancing.  He wasn't quite sure yet what her game
was, but he was happy to play along.

"I like a little bit of most everything," he replied.

"Variety is a good thing," she purred.  "Do you cook?" she asked suddenly.

"Uh, yeah.  Mostly Italian, but I've been trying out some Thai dishes
recently, and I've gotten pretty good at some killer curries."

"Wow," she said dreamily, and settled up against him.  Joe held her in his
arms gently, stroking her hair and lightly kissing the top of her head.  It
just seemed like the right thing to do, and she didn't object.

"I think I'm in love," she continued after a little while.  "You listen to
me, really listen - and I know I wasn't any fun to be with tonight.  You're
considerate in little things, and you dance like a dream."  Joe cocked his
eyebrow at her.

"You're a really cool person, Karen.  You just had a bad day.  Believe me, I
know what that's like."  He stopped suddenly, as her hand dropped to his ass
and squeezed.  She pulled his hips toward her, and he could feel his cock
lurch in response as she ground against him.  "Uh, Karen?"

"Yes, Joe?"  She tilted her head up to face him.

"Are you sure about what you're doing?  You had quite a few back there, you
know?"
She giggled and stood on tiptoe to kiss his nose.  "Yes, I'm sure, silly.  I
meant what I just said."

"Oh."  Joe couldn't think of anything else really to say.  Fortunately,
right about then, she captured his mouth in a kiss, relieving him of the
need to speak.  As the kiss gathered steam, he relaxed and stroked her back,
caressing the back of her head.

She broke away from him, and pulled her shirt over her head in a flash.  As
he'd suspected, she wore no bra, and her breasts were magnificent.  Freed
from the tight shirt, they bounced slightly as she tossed the shirt into the
corner.  Her nipples started crinkling up immediately, and she grinned at
his dropped jaw.

"You like them better this way?" she asked, cocking her head to one side.

"Oh, Karen, you are beautiful!"

"C'mon," she said, and grabbed his hand.  "Bedroom's back this way?"

There were a few moments of flying clothes and wild giggles.  The next thing
Joe knew, they were both nude, and she was lowering her trimmed pussy over
his face while she licked the tip of his cock.  Joe needed no encouragement,
and started kissing her nether lips.  His hands found her breasts and toyed
with her nipples, while he felt her take him all the way to the back of her
throat.

Far from being a distraction, her attention to his member inspired him to go
right to work, licking up and down the outside of her slit, then exploring
the slick folds within. He found the nubbin of her clit and gave it a
playful little flick with the tip of his tongue, and then went back to
tasting her juices, at the source.

Returning to her clit, he could feel it rising against his mouth, and he
danced around it with his tongue.  All the while, he could feel his own
arousal rising; he knew it wouldn't take much more.  It wasn't very long at
all before he felt her entire pussy spasm, which was enough to send him over
the edge.

As they both started to come down from the intensity of the experience, Joe
cupped her ass in his hands, inhaling the musky smell of her arousal.  He
gently kissed the outside of her pussy a few times, and then she swung her
leg over him and scooted around to snuggle up next to him.

She looked up at him.  "I don't think Alicia will mind if I stay here
tonight.  Do you?"

"No, not at all."

She snuggled her head into his chest, kissing him lightly on the pects a few
times.
He continued to stroke her hair until they both fell asleep.  By the next
morning, he was starting to think he was falling in love, too.  Waking up
with her snoring gently on the pillow next to his was something just this
side of heaven, as far as he was concerned.

He slipped out of bed and got eggs and juice together for them.  When he
went into the bedroom to call her to breakfast, she was lying there, eyes
open, smiling at him.

"I'm going to be late to work."

"It looks like I'm going to be, too."

She pulled him back into bed and stripped him efficiently.  He grabbed a
rubber from the bedside stand and handed it to her.

She urged him onto his back and then straddled him.  His erection, which had
already sprung back to life at the sight of her in his bed, was hard and
ready.  She ripped the condom packet open with her teeth and rolled it on
with one hand.  Then she lowered herself onto him in one agonizingly slow,
slippery motion.

Her hair tickled his nose as she started to move her hips over him, and he
stretched up to kiss her lips, gently at first, and then with increasing
intensity as they moved together with greater ferocity.

Soon, too soon, he felt her starting to clamp down on him, and she announced
her orgasm with a sigh that sounded like it came from the bottom of her
soul.  The insistent grip of her pussy on him brought Joe to his orgasm
moments later.  She collapsed over him, and they snuggled together, kissing
and stroking.

Later, over cold eggs and lukewarm juice, they spoke with animation for a
good hour.  Watching her breasts jump around as she spoke was a distraction,
but he didn't mind.  Before he left for the day, she gave his a soft kiss
and insisted that she would treat for dinner.  He wasn't going to argue with
an offer like that.

At work, Keith approached Joe.  "Hey, thanks, bud, for going wingman for me
last night.  Didn't work out - turns out Alicia likes 'em tall and rich, and
didn't think that I was enough of either.  She was fun to dance with,
though.  Sorry to dump that whiny accountant on you, man."

"No problem, Keith," he said, with an irrepressible grin. " No problem at
all."

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