Morning Wood Ch. 03

"Yea I went in there for a minute, but without somebody bigger than me to make a path, I wasn't gonna get out into the mix, so I decided against it," She didn't mention she'd been hoping to spot Art in there to dance with, but she hadn't seen them then.

"I managed to get me and Art out onto the floor, but I had to do a little shoving, it was worth it though, he's not much of a dancer, but he tries," She smiled, thinking about his erection pressed between the cheeks of her ass, wishing there hadn't been so many layers of cloth in the way.

"Maybe I can get him to help me get out there and show me his stuff," at June's words Guinne's eyes flashed with jealousy for a moment, but she pushed it down. She was just supposed to be his sister tonight.

"Yea, you should ask him," Guinne finally said. "Well, talk to you later," then turned and headed out of the bathroom.

When Guinne was coming out, she found Art who was in one of the larger room where a little 'stage' of sorts had been set up, and somebody she did not recognize was up on the stage talking about the company and its founding. She slid her hand into her brothers as they stood and listened for awhile, she didn't recall anything anyone said when it was over though.

Guinne spent most of the rest of the party keeping her brother away from June, they had some fun, having a few more drinks, getting out on the dance floor a few more times, though this time Art didn't let her get so provocative, as the floor had cleared out a lot. Art switched to water after his second drink, as he had to drive, but by the end of the night Guinne was pretty plastered and it was all he could do to keep her hands off him.

"Let's get you home Guinne, you're too drunk to drive, so I'll drive you out to your dorm tonight and in the morning I'll come get you so you can pick up your car?"

"Or I could spend the night with you," Guinne said, grinning at him. Art didn't answer though, getting her to the elevator. She tried to push him up against the wall, her hand rubbing between his legs, trying to get him hard, and succeeding.

Art pulled her hand away though, and they got in the elevator, he spent most of the way down trying to keep her dressed and soon was practically pouring her into his car. He shut the door to the passenger side, resting against it for a moment and sighing. Guinne was really drunk, and he really didn't feel like dealing with her advances. He still wasn't even sure he wanted what she wanted.

Art moved around the back of the car and climbed in, soon they were on the way to her dorm, it was only about a half hour from his office. He glanced at his sister who was leaning against the window, she looked like she might have passed out, Art frowned as he turned back to the road. He turned on the Radio, the local rock station quickly coming on and playing some Modest Mouse.

They had been on the road for ten minutes or so when he felt Guinne's hand on his thigh, rubbing lightly. He glanced down for a second, then at the road, then at her. "I'm driving, Guinne."

"I know, and I'm playing," her hand moved to his length, rubbing along it, then sliding up to his zipper and tugging it down. He put his hand on hers, trying to stop her, but she wriggled her hand into the front of his pants, finding his erection underneath and stroking it slowly. Art sighed, glancing at her, then at the road again.

Art was torn, should he stop her? He both did and did not want her to keep doing what she was doing, she was his sister, but she was also an attractive woman. His erection sure didn't want her to stop, her hand stopped moving on him, though it didn't leave his pants, he glanced at her. Guinne's head had rolled back and was leaning kind of toward him, but she was quite clearly asleep again. He slid her hand out of his pants, setting it on her own knee and then zipping himself up.

Well that solved that, he supposed, he continued on toward her dorm. She didn't wake up again until they pulled in. Art got out and went around to the passenger side to help her out. She hung onto him as they went up the stairs and he got to her room. Maria was sitting at her desk and arched a brow when he opened the door, with Guinne practically falling down next to him. Guinne also had her hand on his backside, which was a little awkward.

"Hey Maria, she got a bit drunk, sorry ... mind helping me get her into bed?"

"Sure," Maria stood up, pulling the covers back on Guinne's bed, and Art kind of rolled her into it, Maria tugged off her roommate's shoes and then helped get her jewelry off, setting it on her end table as they tucked her legs under the blankets and covered her up.

"I guess I'll have to pay for some dry cleaning, after she sleeps in that, but I don't think she's waking up any time soon," Art said, smiling at Maria kind of wanly.

"I'll keep an eye on her, not the first time I've held her hair while she puked her guts out."

Art couldn't help but let his smile turn into a faint smirk at that, "Night," he said, heading out of the room.

"Night," Maria called after him, looking over at Guinne and arching a brow. Hadn't she been going on a date? Well maybe Art had simply been at the party and feeling chivalrous.

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June watched Art and Guinne leave, frowning slightly, it had almost felt like his sister was trying to keep her away from Art. She shrugged her shoulders and turned back to the party though, it was likely her imagination. She put on a smile when Chuck and his girlfriend Flora headed for her.

"Hey, no luck with Art again?" Chuck said, offering her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"I don't know, I guess he just doesn't really notice me. Maybe I'm not his type."

"I don't think so, I think he's just distracted, his sister got pretty drunk tonight, and he's such a goody he is probably super worried about getting her home safe and sound. I'll see about setting up something for us to all go do sometime, I'm sure once he has a chance to talk with you, he'll like you," Chuck wasn't sure he was right, honestly, but he didn't want her to feel down.

"Totally, what is not to like about you June?" Flora said, smiling sliding her arm around Chuck's waist. "Me and Chucky are gonna head out, do you need a ride to your place or anything?"

"Yea, that'd be great, I think I'm done here. Let me go grab my jacket and I'll meet you guys downstairs, kay?"

Chuck nodded and Flora smiled, as he dragged her off toward the elevator.

June was soon unlocking the door to her house and heading inside, she stopped by the kitchen long enough to grab a soda and a bag of chips then headed for her room. She sighed and sat down on the edge of her bed, opening the coke and downing half of it in a few quick gulps. She reached over and grabbed her remote, flipping through the various channels and finding nothing to watch as she stuffed her face. Finally she settled onto a rerun of Big Bang Theory, laying out on her bed.

By the time the show was over June didn't feel any more tired than when she'd laid down, and sat up sighing faintly. She rolled the bag of Cheeto's up and stuck it in the cubby of her desk, where a few other half eaten bags of chips were already stashed. She laid out and closed her eyes, her hand running down her stomach and to the cleft between her legs. June smiled at the feeling of her fingers against her clit, she could feel how damp she was even though her jeans, which she undid and kicked off. A moment later her shirt and bra joined her pants, she grabbed a probably dirty wife beater from the floor next to her bed and pulled it on.

Laying back she closed her eyes, and thought about Art, she'd first noticed him a few weeks after she'd been hired, over a year ago. She'd had to upgrade his computer, he never called about little stuff, but company policy required things like that to be handled by the IT department. She had been instantly attracted to him, from his deep eyes, to the way he handled himself. He was quiet, some might say he was shy, but she had realized right away that he wasn't shy, he just was involved in his own world, in his head.

June's hand had found the way to her clit again and she was rubbing slowly at it. But it wasn't enough and she reached over picking up the little black and blue striped vibe she kept in a shelf next to her bed, she turned it on, and placed the tip against her clit through her panties. A soft moan escaped her lips almost instantly, as she began to move the vibrator around.

That was of course not the only time she'd seen him, at the Christmas Party he'd gotten kind of drunk, and they had kissed under the mistletoe, but the next week he hadn't even noticed her when he walked by her on the way to his cube. She was pretty sure he didn't even remember it, or at least chalked it up to the mistletoe and not her desire to kiss him. She squeezed her eyes closed with pleasure, his lips had been wonderful, he knew just how to move them. And while the kiss had only lasted a few seconds, she could remember every little detail, from how he'd opened his mouth just a bit and she'd let her tongue dart across his lips. How he'd bit her bottom lip and then pulled away, smiled at her, and wandered off.

Art had amazing lips, the shape, the feel, the taste. Her back began to arch, her hips pushing up against her toy and her head coming up off her bed. Her mouth hung open a little, and her eyes flickered with the pleasure of her orgasm, soft moans and whimpers coming from her open mouth.

June collapsed down into the bed, breathing a little heavy and putting her toy away with one hand, she rolled over onto her side, pulling the covers up around her neck and closing her eyes. It was only a few minutes before she was deep asleep.