Adelle's Girls: Cleo Ch. 04

"Maybe I was just better at it than you thought," Cleo commented, smiling.

Andrew couldn't help but grin. "Maybe. But you... I could tell this was the real you, the same you I'd get if we had met at a party or out some night. And also, the sex was absolutely amazing," Andrew finished, risking a crooked grin.

Cleo couldn't help but smile. "I'm... I'm not usually like that."

"Maybe I just bring out the best in you," he responded, his grin now full. Cleo couldn't help it, she smiled too.

Cleo bit her lip. "So... So what do you want to do?"

Andrew shrugged. "Date? Get to know each other? I just want to try, hon. If it doesn't work out, or you don't even want to try I... I'll never call Adelle again. You won't have to hear from me at all."

Cleo thought on it. She had been miserable these past few weeks. And seeing Andrew so bare like this... It certainly helped his argument. But what about the age difference? Age is just a number, another part of her brain replied, you said that yourself to Erica. But what about Adelle? She'll fire me a in a second, her rational mind countered. She might not, and besides, what kind of career advancement do you have if you stick with Adelle? But what about... He hired me as a whore! He's just asking for a chance, she chided herself, and you took his money hon, so don't get all high and mighty.

"Adelle's probably going to fire me," Cleo said, smiling slightly as she looked up from the floor. Andrew's face broke into a great smile as he leapt up and rushed for her. He picked her up and hugged her tight, raining kisses on her throat. "But."

"But?" he asked, putting her down suddenly. "But what?"

"But we are starting fresh."

"Starting fresh?" he asked, the smile still strong on his face.

"Uh huh. When you take me out next Saturday-"

"We're going out next Saturday?"

"Yup. You are canceling your date with Erica first thing tomorrow," Cleo said, pulling his hands from her hips and stepping back. "But when we go out next Saturday, that will be our first date. Alright? We are starting fresh. I don't care that we've been fucking for months," she said, smiling crookedly, "you're going to have to win your way back into my bed. I want to be wooed."

Andrew nodded, still grinning like an idiot. "Starting fresh, wooing, okay."

"Alright." She stepped close and kissed him on the cheek. "See you then."

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Cleo had seen Adelle mad. She had seen her when she had fired Danielle for trying to go independent, and Adelle had cursed the poor girl out like an Oxford educated sailor. She had seen her yell at her accountant, fight with her sister, and even saw her chew out a delivery guy one time. So Cleo thought she would be prepared for Adelle's reaction to her... innovative solution to the Andrew situation. She was wrong.

"I suppose you think you were being clever," she said coldly, remaining seated, her eyes like flint. Cleo and Erica stood before her silently, Cleo having already explained her actions as best she could. Erica had refused to let her go in alone, since it was Erica's refusal to go out with Andrew that had set all this in motion. "What you did was very, very foolish, Cleo."

"I don't think so," Cleo responded calmly. "Erica was unwilling to entertain Mr. Dunn, and was actually eager to confront him about his behavior. I didn't want her to be insubordinate, so I decided to short circuit the problem by confronting it at the source."

"I see." Adelle sipped her tea, her eyes moving between Erica and Cleo. "So do you think this means you'll be slightly less miserable from now on?" Cleo's jaw dropped a little, and a tiny smile curved Adelle's lips.

"You, you're okay with this?" Erica asked, shocked.

"Oh not at all, I think it's foolish and is almost guaranteed to result in heartbreak. However," she said, standing, "almost from the moment Mr. Dunn booked you for a second time, I knew that losing him as a client was a foregone conclusion."

"What do you mean?" Erica asked, filling in for her gob smacked friend.

"When a client becomes infatuated with a girl, it almost always ends with the client moving on, one way or another."

"I see," Cleo said, although she didn't really. "But I thought you said that it was impossible for... For a relationship that started as a financial transaction to..."

"I didn't say impossible, I said hard," Adelle corrected gently. "And it is. Frankly, I'm just happy that we were able to make double-fee on him for as long as we did," Adelle said, coming around to the front of her desk and sitting, looking closely at Cleo. "I guess I know better than to book you with any clients. I should have known you were a bit of a succubus."

"It's always the quiet ones," Erica added, elbowing her friend in the side. Cleo was confused; she hadn't expected Adelle to play along like this. She had resigned herself with the idea of having to look for a new job, and now all she had to do was plan for her date that Saturday.

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"Thanks for a lovely evening, Andrew," Cleo said, smiling as they arrived at the steps to her building.

"My pleasure. I think I ate my weight tonight, but I'll recover," Andrew replied, rubbing his flat stomach. They had taken it easy: a nice dinner at Five Napkin Burger followed by drinks at a bar near Cleo's house. She was pleased to find that they still had the same easy rapport. They had spent most of the dinner discussing all the parts of New York that Andrew had never seen, and didn't even know existed.

"It was good, but best burger in New York? I don't think so. Even Five Guys is better."

"Oh? Cheaper too, I'd bet. I'm not up on the ranking system, clearly. I haven't even gotten to Shake Shack yet."

"We've gotta go then! C'mon, let's stand in line for two hours in the heat for some cheeseburgers!" Cleo said, laughing. She climbed her building's one step and slid her key into the lock, turning to find herself almost eye to eye with Andrew for once. He stepped a little closer, his grin infectious.

"So Cleo... How do you feel about kissing on the first date?" he asked quietly, his eyes on her moist lips. Not waiting for a response, Andrew slowly leaned forward and kissed her softly, his lips just gently touching hers. Cleo slowly kissed him back, her lips slipping open to suck on his slightly. Andrew stepped closer, until he felt Cleo's breasts pressing against his chest, one arm slipping around her back to pull her tight to him.

Cleo mewled in her throat quietly as her tongue slipped out to toy with his, one hand sliding around to be back of his neck. His large hand felt hot against the small of her back, just above her butt, and Cleo found herself wishing he would slide his hand down the back of her skirt and just grab her. Their tongues were now battling aggressively, Cleo's hand filling with his hair as she pulled him closer. She was just about to drag him into her building when Andrew slowly pulled away, slowly toning down to gentle pecks against her lips.

"Goodnight Cleo," he said, smiling at her evident frustration. "Can I see you tomorrow? I hear that little café over there has an excellent brunch."

"Yeah, I told you that two seconds ago when we were walking over here," Cleo said, a little flushed. "But sure, brunch sounds nice."

"Ask Erica to join us. Maybe I can win her over a little," Andrew said before leaning in to deliver one last soft kiss. "Goodnight Cleo."

"Goodnight," Cleo said as she turned her key and entered her building. She turned to watch as Andrew walked down the block, cursing her own rules about taking it slow. I wonder if I shouted for him to come fuck me...?

"How was your date?" Erica asked as Cleo entered the apartment.

"It was really nice, actually," Cleo said, kicking off her shoes. "How was your night?"

"Quiet. Watched Castle and Breaking Bad." Erica's eyes narrowed. "You're flush."

"Shut up," Cleo said as she tossed her purse on the couch. "Want to join Andrew and me for brunch tomorrow? He said he wants to make nice with you."

Erica laughed. "Sure, why not."

"Great," Cleo said. She stood for a moment, shifting from foot to foot. "I think I'll be in my bunk," she quipped as she turned on her heel and walked straight to her bedroom, ignoring her roommate's peals of laughter. Cleo quickly shut the door and practically leapt to her bed, pulling her skirt up around her hips as she opened her drawer and retrieved her rabbit. Two seconds later her panties were pushed down her thighs and she was slipping the rubbery toy into her pussy, finding herself soaking wet.

"Oh shit," she gasped as she felt the toy's flared middle slip inside her, stretching her pussy delightfully. She quickly turned it on, it's throbbing vibrations shooting straight up her spine. She fucked herself slowly, the buzzing, rotating toy doing fantastic things to her gushing pussy. But in her mind, it was Andrew's fat cock stretching her open, is fat balls resting on her ass as he ground as deep as he could in that special way he had. Pressing the toy's buzzing clitoral stimulator against her clit, she imagined it was Andrew's thumb, worrying at her as he pounded her deep.

"Oh fuck oh fuck!" she grunted as she came hard, still fucking herself with the buzzing toy. She knew she would need at least one more good cum before she was satisfied. She could just picture Andrew's boyish grin as he fucked her through a toe-curling orgasm, pinning her arms to the bed as he took her up the path to ecstasy once again.

"I can hold out till our third date," Cleo muttered, a slim finger slipping down to toy with her ass. She grunted as the tip slid inside, her abundant juices lubricating the way. "And brunch will technically be date number two..."

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"That was delicious, thank you," Cleo said as she picked up her plate and followed him into the kitchen. It was Sunday night and Andrew had just cooked them a quiet dinner at home. He had invited her over for dinner after brunch that morning, a sly grin on his face. Cleo had accepted quickly, hoping her blush wasn't too obvious, resolutely ignoring Erica as she giggled through the whole affair. "I didn't realize you were such a good cook."

"Well I never got a chance to show you, what with the lack of a kitchen and the convenience of room service," Andrew said as he put the leftover mashed potatoes in a Tupperware container. He had made beef medallions in a wine reduction sauce with garlic mashed potatoes and asparagus. Nothing too complicated, but delicious nonetheless.

The two worked together to quickly clean up the dinner, putting the dishes in the sink and putting stuff back in the fridge. Cleo was just putting the cork screw away when she turned around and found herself chest to chest with Andrew, as he was just reaching to put a large dish back into a cabinet. They stood like that for a long moment before Cleo went to her toes to softly kiss him.

The kiss was slow and sweet, Cleo's palms resting against his broad chest. Andrew was still holding the dish out toward the cabinet, and Cleo was worried he'd drop it to hold her. Andrew slowly pushed her back against the counter so he could reach the cabinet, squeezing her between his chest and the stone countertop. Cleo quickly hopped up so she was sitting on the counter and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. Andrew's hands slid along her back as they made out like teenagers.

"Cleo, hon," he murmured between kisses, "I don't think I've given you a sufficient tour of the house, have I?"

"No I don't think you have," Cleo said softly, unbuttoning his shirt as they kissed. Andrew pulled her legs around his middle and lifted her from the counter, his hands gripping her butt hard. Cleo squeaked as he walked away from the counter and out of the kitchen, holding her against his chest as he walked.

"That's the living room, there's the bathroom, there's an office," he said as he walked down the hallway. "And this is the bedroom," he said as he walked straight to the bed and placed her upon it, kneeling between her thighs as he lowered her down.

"Very nice," Cleo said. It was too: all earth tones and soft lighting, with a lovely king sized bed and tasteful art on the walls. Cleo wondered if he had hired someone to help him design it or if he just had that sensibility. And then Andrew was kissing along her inner thigh and all thoughts left her head. Before she knew it her panties were pushed aside and Andrew's face was pressed deep into her cleft, taking long slow licks up her whole length.

"God I've missed you," Andrew said softly, his voice a rumble. Cleo didn't need to respond, her hands holding his head tight to her pussy saying all that needed to be said. Andrew's broad tongue licked her from her weeping opening up to her hard little clit, teasing her button as she murmured in pleasure.

"I'm glad you let your bush grow back," Andrew said, gently rubbing her soft auburn curls as he slid up her body.

"Shaving's a pain in the ass," Cleo said, pulling him close for another deep kiss. She could taste herself on his face and it drove her absolutely crazy. She resumed unbuttoning his shirt, realizing that they were both almost fully dressed. Andrew seemed to realize this at the same time, and the two lovers spent the next thirty seconds franticly tearing the other's clothes off.

Finally naked, Andrew fell upon Cleo again, sucking at her breasts like a starving man. Cleo's giggles gave way to a gasp as he skillfully toyed with her nipples, the points throbbing with sensation as he moved from one to the other. Cleo could feel his thick cock pressing against her thighs, but she wanted it a lot closer than that. Firmly grabbing his head, she pulled Andrew until they were face to face, his fat crown pressing against her.

"Andrew, later you can suck my tits for hours if you want but I really really need you to fuck me."

"Oh?" he asked with a crooked grin, sliding his fat cockhead through her folds. Cleo groaned in frustration. God, why did he have to be such a tease? He stilled, placing his fat head at her opening, pressing gently. Cleo moaned as she felt herself opening up, only to growl in anger as he shifted his hips, allowing himself to slip up through her folds again, rubbing insistently against her clit.

"Andrew, I swear to god I'll murd-oh Jesus fucking Christ," Cleo gasped out as Andrew quickly slipped inside her, her lips closing around his fat mushroom head. Andrew kept pushing, his fat cock spreading her impossibly wide as it slipped deeper and deeper inside her. Cleo had forgotten how big he was, moaning beneath him as he slowly, mercilessly eased his way into her. When his balls finally met her ass, his broad head touching her core, Cleo gave a sharp gasp, gripping him tightly.

"Are you alright?" Andrew asked, concerned. He was desperately fighting the urge to fuck her senseless, but she was so tight on him. He didn't want to push her too far too fast.

"Mm, just give me a minute," Cleo murmured, shifting her hips this way and that. "I forgot how fucking big you are, you brute. Just move around... Oh god, yeah, just like that," she murmured as Andrew began to slowly grind against her, his cock hitting all of her walls as he moved his hips around slowly.

"God Cleo, you feel so fucking hot on me," Andrew said softly into her neck between kisses. Her pussy felt like pure liquid heat, surrounding him, encasing him, massaging him, squeezing him. He contented himself to stir himself in her for some time, kissing her as she gasped and mewled as he opened her up. He slowly began to shallowly thrust as he stirred his cock in her, just barely moving back and forth in her. Cleo's moans turned deeper, hungrier, punctuated with each shallow thrust.

"More," she groaned, her heels pulling him hard against her.

"Oh fuck honey," Andrew gasped, pulling back till only the head remained in her strangling heat before slowly pushing back in. Cleo gasped sharply with each deep thrust, her pussy gripping him tightly.

"Oh fuck me honey, oh god, I'm... I'm gonna cum on your fucking cock oh god..." Cleo moaned, shivering as her orgasm crashed over her. Andrew continued to pound into her slowly, feeling her pussy gripping at him. Cleo screamed out as her orgasm just kept going, a whole new wave of pleasure exploding out from her pussy. She could feel her pussy flooding with her juices, Andrew's cock now easily sliding into her depths. Andrew took advantage, his hips now rapidly fucking her. He pushed her thighs back, gaining a tiny bit more depth.

"Oh god Andrew!!!" Cleo screamed aloud. She had never felt anything like this before. Her orgasm was somehow still going, her whole body shaking desperately beneath him. His cock was slamming against her cervix, pounding her again and again. Cleo was gripping desperately at the sheet, unable to catch her breath as she screamed again and again in pleasure. "Oh god, I... I'm still cumming... Oh fuck." Andrew thrust deep, right to her core, and held his cock deep inside her, his face buried in her neck, kissing her on her spot right behind her ear.

"Oh, hold me honey," she gasped as she grabbed him tightly, shivering. Andrew pulled her close, his huge arms enfolding her. Cleo shivered powerfully, her breathing rapid, before relaxing grandly against the bed, Andrew still holding her tight. She was panting, spent, aftershocks still pulsing through her. "Andrew I... I don't think I've ever cum like that. Ever. Oh my god... I can't feel my feet."

Andrew was smiling like an idiot. Cleo was a mess: she was awash in sweat, her entire upper body was flushed, and her eyes had a faraway look. He had never her seen her look so beautiful.

"Please tell me you came," she gasped looking down her belly. Andrew withdrew and Cleo couldn't help but moan as she watched his soaking cock emerge. He slipped from her pussy, hanging his dripping cock over her belly. Cleo was stunned, her cream has completely doused his rod. Looking to his eyes, she smiled naughtily as she slipped below him, scooting down so his cock loomed over her face.

"Oh god Cleo. You are amazing honey, just... Oh god," he gasped as she pulled his fat head into her mouth. Cleo smiled around him in her mouth. Looking up at him on all fours above her, his cock so hard and huge and looming, he struck her like a stallion at stud. Cleo began to pump his shaft with both hands into her mouth. Andrew groaned as he rolled over, Cleo's mouth never leaving him. Andrew placed a heavy hand on her head, knowing he wouldn't be able to last long against this attack.

"Andrew? I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to swallow you down. I've missed sucking your cock baby." Andrew groaned, he knew he was about to explode. "Mnh, mnh, yeah baby. When you cum I'm going to take your cock deep. I'm going to swallow you down baby. Cum Andrew. Cum so I can take you deep and swallow your load into my be-"

Andrew cried out, trying so hard not to thrust as he felt himself begin to cum. Cleo was as good as her word, quickly sucking him deep and taking him to the root. She gagged slightly, but quickly managed to take him as easily as she used to. Andrew shuddered, his cock pumping again and again as she knelt between his thighs and sucked him down, her hands pumping furiously, drawling every last drop out. Cleo took the last few pulses into her mouth, swallowing as she showered his sensitive head with kisses.

Cleo stayed between his thighs, her head on his belly and his softening cock in her hand. Her entire pussy was still throbbing and her legs felt like jelly. Reaching between her legs was like a swamp, her inner thighs covered in her fluids. Andrew was a wreck, gasping deeply as he recovered from his own orgasm.

"Cleo? Come up here hon," Andrew said quietly, pulling her up. She settled against his chest, still a little out of it. "Honey, that was incredible. I've never seen you like that."