Trivial Pursuits Ch. 18

In the morning, Denny was reading the paper and finishing his breakfast while she got ready in the bathroom when her phone rang. It was her mother again, and with the quick return of the unbidden guilt and resulting confusion, she picked it up with a sigh, answering it with as much normalcy of voice as she could muster.

"Hi, mom."

"Hey there, sunshine. Where've you been? I've been trying to get ahold of you for a couple of days now."

"Yeah, I know, it just that I'm out of town on a business trip."

"Business on Saturday?"

"Well, we're leaving this morning."

"We, huh?"

Alessa sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, one of my superiors," she clarified nonchalantly.

"Hm. Well, then I don't suppose you'll be able to come home at all this weekend?"

Alessa groaned softly. She had been avoiding going out to Walnut Creek for more than a month. She missed seeing her mom, but nothing else. Not the discomfort and boredom of spending the entirety of her time locked in her mother's cluttered room, not the avoidance of the disgusting eyes of her stepfather, not the constant conversation of how sick her mother was feeling.

"Maybe I can come out for part of the day tomorrow," Alessa suggested, deciding she could reasonably tolerate the uncomfortable situation for a few hours.

"Okay, that'd be nice. I miss you," she said, looking forward to seeing her daughter.

"Yeah, me, too," Alessa answered honestly. "Okay, so you tomorrow. Mid-morning."

"Love you."

"Love you."

Alessa stared searchingly in the mirror, trying to unearth the origin of her unsettled feelings, until she shrugged and decided she simply didn't want to go home anymore and any other reasoning was too unnerving to dissect.

Though the majority of the hefty work was complete, Alessa spent what time she could on the flight back organizing the remainder of the tasks for the team to accomplish while Denny looked on, quite impressed with her drive to take over and her natural ability to do so. Though a part of him might have typically bristled at another attempting to take control of a project from him, he merely smiled in pride at her impressive skills.

On Sunday, she did as promised and visited her mom. Just as expected, they sat in her bedroom surrounding by an ever-growing collection of junk and trash, which made Alessa's compulsion to clean itch until her skin crawled. That evening, she went for an extended run, needing more pain and exhaustion than her typical pace and distance provided. And when Denny called while she lounged in her tub, she was filled with that same lingering guilt as before. Refusing to analyze it any longer, she picked up her phone and answered it.

They chatted for almost a half an hour while she soaked, and then he shared the good news. "As a commendation for our excellent work, I'm being honored at a special partner's luncheon on Thursday."

"Really? Congratulations. Quite a little honor," she demurred happily for him.

He chuckled. "Yeah, well, let's be honest; the project wouldn't have gone nearly as smoothly if not for you. You're one in a million."

She blushed, her stomach tightening with that fluttering sensation only he caused. She bit her thumbnail as she tried to keep from giggling. "Yeah, well, just don't forget us little people when you get to the top," she instructed with an almost disbelieving, self-deprecating air.

"Believe me, not gonna happen. For one, there is nothing little in your abilities. Secondly, I have no doubt that there is every chance you'll beat me to the top. And lastly, I couldn't forget you if I wanted to."

There was a moment of silence as Alessa felt her insides melt completely and was unable to carry on any banter.

"Anyway, on Friday, I'm hosting a party for the team as a thank you."

"That sounds nice. Need any help arranging it?" she offered without thinking.

"Thanks, Sweetheart, but I can't properly thank you if I make you do all the work for it, now can I?"

She could hear the warm smile in his voice. She sighed. "Ah, I suppose not." There was silence before she shivered, realizing for the first time her water had finally gone cold.

"Well, I should probably go, my bath water's only a degree above freezing and my fingers are all pruny. Not pretty."

"Bath, huh?" he asked with obvious licentious interest.

She laughed. "Not any more. Now it's only water swirling down a drain."

"But you're naked," he stated.

"Nope, now I'm in my robe. About to brush my teeth, so I've got to go," she laughed.

"Will you think of me tonight in bed?"

"Not at all," she denied. "I'll be asleep a second after hitting the pillow."

"But in that second?"

She was quiet, and then a soft smile answered a moment before her voice did. "Yes, in that second I'll think of you."

"'Night, love."

"'Night, Denny."

Apparently Alessa lied, as much to herself as to him, for the moment she was in bed, she wasn't asleep. In fact, she couldn't stop thinking about Denny and the desire to do something...nice for him. She wasn't much in the way of giving gifts, but an exciting idea began to form, slowly crystalizing into a daring scheme that made her want to be bold in ways she never had been before. In the following days, she worked out how she was going to carry it off, until she decided the only thing to do would be to steal his key.

On Tuesday evening they had dinner together in his office after her run, but Wednesday morning, he was surprised when she popped in to say should would be leaving at five.

"Not staying late?" he asked.

"Can't. Have an errand to run that can't wait," she explained, sauntering casually in, her eyes casting over the art on his walls. "What about you?" she asked in a slightly disinterested air.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, looking over at the open files on his desk. "I'll be lucky to get out of here by seven. But tomorrow's important, so I probably won't stay after that," he answered unsuspectingly.

She nodded and then turned to leave. "Alright, well I'll talk to you later." She watched his office the rest of the day, waiting for a moment when the coast would be clear. When three rolled around, she was afraid she wasn't going to get the opportunity she needed and was scrambling to think of a way to orchestrate her plan, when she watched him walk toward the elevators with another partner and Claire. Perfect! She stood and followed discretely, watching as they got on and then watched the elevator numbers count down until they hit the lobby. She turned and walked to his office, acting casual, but keeping her eyes alert.

Thankfully, when she opened his top drawer where he kept his keys, he hadn't taken them as she feared, but left them in place. Quickly, she grabbed up his apartment key and threaded it around the loop and off the ring. She replaced the rest back in the drawer, closing it quietly and leaving his office. She headed casually for the employee lounge, deciding it would make her look the least suspicious if she carried about her typical daily actions instead of running back furtively to her desk. No one seemed to be aware that she had done anything untoward, and when Denny and the others returned forty-five minutes later, she waited anxiously for him to discover what she had done. But he never came out looking for her, and at five on the dot, Alessa joined the support staff at the elevators, clamoring to escape the office.

Smiling victoriously to herself, Alessa made her way down Market to one of the higher-end department stores. Inside the men's department, she languorously strolled through the fine selections of shirts and silk ties. Her fingers skimmed the exquisite materials, feeling the luxury and decadence, and the innate sensuality of such textures. She vacillated on the color and the patterns, finding a few choice selections of red and blue and black. In the end, she pictured which of his expensive suits he would wear to his meeting the following day and chose the shirt and tie to match it. She wondered if she should also select a new pair of suspenders, but decided with a wry smile he had enough already. Her selections in hand, she made her way to the lingerie section and hunted for the perfect piece. Or pieces. She hadn't yet decided.

The sales lady came over and offered her help, to which Alessa shyly stated she would be fine on her own. The older woman gave her a knowing smile and a tip of her head, inviting her not to hesitate should she need anything. Alessa curiously surveyed her countless options. There was underwear of the vintage style, large and covering, made of satin and lace and little ribbons. There was the dangerous looking pieces with multiple bands and strings that seemed more fitting for a dungeon of torture than her planned night ahead. There was cute, see-through. There was ruching and bows. There was little more than well-placed strings. There were so many options that she momentarily felt she wouldn't come away with anything just right. But then she saw the perfect pair. Black. Simple thick lace. The cheeky style that would perfectly frame the round globes of her bottom. The low cut front would hit just below her hip bones, accentuating her taut stomach. She grabbed them, paid and left.

She stopped by the restaurant at which she had placed their dinner order, then took a taxi to his condominium building. She used his key to enter, checking the time. She plated the food and stuck it in the oven on low, before quickly taking her many bags to his bathroom. Alessa twisted up her hair and slipped into the shower, adroitly avoiding getting her hair wet despite the rain showerhead. Refreshed, she dried and then freshened up her makeup, adding more dark eyeliner and deep plum shadow.

Then she turned her attention to her new panties, sliding them up her smooth legs, turning in the mirror to admire how perfectly they fit her. She slipped on his new black tie, liking the matte black overlaid with the shinier black pattern that was subtle yet strong. Once it was loosely tied about her slender neck, she slipped on the new white shirt, deciding at the last minute to not roll up the sleeves as she didn't want it wrinkled so he could wear it the next day. She also decided to not button it up, but to leave it open, hiding her breasts and leaving just the center down her torso viewable.

It was nearing seven o'clock when she finished prepping, her hair down in a mess of tangled waves, her enticing, barely-there apparel on, hypnotic indie electric music playing in the background, and the last of the candles lit. It was already dark in the city, and as she sat at the high bar stool strategically situated in front of the doors to the balcony and his front door open, Alessa waited.

In the long minutes preceding his arrival home, Alessa struggled to keep with the plan, to not quickly bail and put everything in order and leave. She wanted to do this, she told herself. She wanted to show him how proud she was of him and how much she wanted him. Alessa fought to throw off all the convoluted baggage she'd carried with her since childhood, deciding there wasn't a better man than Denton Ashbury and there wasn't anyone she wanted more.

At nearly seven-thirty, she heard the elevator chime in the hall, a slow approach and the jingling of keys before the silence. She waited, positioned as she was down the long corridor so he would see her the moment he opened his already-unlocked and propped open door. One long leg was bent up, the stem of her incredible black heels catching on the bar of the stool. She leaned forward on her hands placed at the juncture of her thighs, barely hiding her panties. Her heart beat hard enough to hurt.

The moment felt as if it would stretch on into eternity. And then her phone chimed; she'd received a text. Only three seconds later and Denny slowly pushed open his door, the light of the hall throwing his form into black silhouette. He stood there with his briefcase in one hand and his phone in the other, his feet unmoving.

Alessa felt as if she was going to be sick. But she had done this much, she might as well carry through with all the confidence of the world.

"Welcome home," her husky voice greeted him.

Denny stood looking into the dark of his apartment, taking in the candle-lit form of his girlfriend, who had somehow, miraculously, transformed into something brazen and altogether devastatingly alluring. "Why, hello," he managed to return in greeting. He walked in, shutting the door behind him, but didn't move beyond that. "And to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you tonight?"

"Well," she began lowly, her hand dropping to the tie and then stretching out so its silky length ran between her fingers, "I bought you a gift, but I wasn't quite certain how to wrap it, so I just decided to wear it for you instead." Her heart was beating, hoping that he was more pleased than alarmed that she had taken his key and broken into his apartment. She momentarily wondered if it was the action of an obsessed stalker rather than a girlfriend.

"A gift, huh? I think finding you here without begging you to come over is all the gift I'll ever need," he stated, the warmth of his voice melting her fearful insides. "But," he said in a sort of sigh, finally setting his briefcase and phone down and placing his hands on his hips, still only in silhouette, "since you went to all the trouble, I suppose I could at least thankfully accept what you so thoughtfully bought me." He had begun to slowly advance on her until he was close enough to see she only wore a white dress shirt over black panties. The heels made the necktie look unbelievably erotic.

Denny reached out a hand to take the tie between his fingers as she had. It slipped through them a ways, but near the end, his pinch on them tightened and he tugged it gently, pulling her forward. He leaned down to ghost his lips over hers.

"It's a lovely tie," he whispered. He could feel her shuddering breath, but waited for her to advance their kiss.

He didn't have to wait long as her hand grasped the back of his neck and her tongue swept against his slightly parted lips. The moment there was enough space, it delved into his mouth seeking to caress his own. Denny answered devotedly, happily following her lead, a sharp binding in his chest that she had fucking initiated this crazy, sexy scheme. Their ardor quickly spiraled up until he had grabbed her behind the back, pulling her to him. Alessa was lost in the growing passion, until his warm hands skimming across the bare skin of her stomach pulled her back to her purpose.

She reached down and took ahold of his wrists, pulling them away from her as she began angling him backwards to take several steps toward his favorite leather chair. Her lips never left his until she had him in position. She murmured his name against his lips, and when he didn't immediately respond, but instead made to reach back for her, she pulled her mouth away and took a step back though she still held his wrists at his sides.

"Uh-uh, not if you want the second part of your gift," she chastised with a daring and slightly shy glint.

Denny was breathing more harshly, but he managed to rein in his lust. "And just what is the second part?"

"Sit down and I'll show you."

Denny turned his head to realize she had positioned in front of his chair. On either side, the side tables held almost a dozen or more candles collectively, gently illuminating this obviously special spot. He reached back for the padded arm rest and eased himself into it, his eyes never leaving hers. Once seated, he couldn't help but eye her figure with a hungry gleam. He attempted to look at ease, but in truth he felt as if his body was tense enough to rip at the seams.

"Well?" he asked with an expectant look in his eyes.

Alessa slowly bent down to place her hands on his knees, the shirt falling away from her torso as she did. Denny caught just a glimpse of the curve of a breast before she lowered herself to her knees.

She continued to hold his gaze as her hands rubbed up and down his thigh, swirling occasionally, but always advancing a little more each time toward his groin.

"I've heard that men really, really like oral sex. And I was thinking, for as much as we've had sex, I've only done this once." She had grown shy in her speech, her eyes dropping and her face heating, but she forced herself to be brave and look up at him. The devastating hunger in his eyes made everything inside her liquefy. Her hand finally reached the now solid bulge in his dress pants and, not breaking her gaze she squeezed it firmly.

While his expression darkened, his chest expanded swiftly as he sucked in a lungful of air. Though her first touches were basic and tentative grasping, eventually she began a slow rhythm to squeeze and rub, the pleasure building steadily. In due time, her fingers unfastened the button and unhurriedly eased the zipper down. Reaching through the slit at the front of his boxers, she closed her fingers around his hot shaft, liking for the first time the word 'cock.'

Pulling it free, Alessa looked back up at Denny and gave a small smile at the pleasure-pained expression on his handsome face. It was such an inspiring, erotic vision, his tumescent flesh pulsing hotly in her hand, begging to be stroked and teased and tasted until he erupted with the pleasure she provided.

Alessa felt swirling inside her a strange combination of the power she held over his most private, sensation-heady body part and the utter desire to simply worship it and bring him pleasure. She watched her fingers squeeze and stroke, memorizing wrinkles and veins and curves, and then she shifted herself forward, leaning into his lap to touch her tongue to the smooth head.

The silky texture shouldn't have been surprising, but it was, and she couldn't help but love it instantly. She gave several gentle, tentative licks, not even slowing when her pink tongue lapped up the small amount of liquid beaded at the very tip of the head. She wondered if the rest of his ejaculate would taste the same, and wondered if she would be able to swallow as she had originally intended.

After kissing and licking in a reverential manner, she at last engulfed the smooth, fat tip, sucking on it as she might a lollipop. The move drew a small groan from him, which in turn stirred her own arousal in her slicken sex. Alessa played with the action, allowing it to slide in her vacuum-like mouth before pulling back slightly to cause it to pop free. She knew the aim was to take him as deeply as possible, but she encouraged herself that as it was her first time, she didn't have to be as good as a professional, only good enough to get him off.

Denny was in heaven. Her mouth felt divine, the most unexpected, most welcomed surprise of a lifetime, and what she lacked in complicated techniques, she more than made up for with her beautiful desire to please, her evident enjoyment and lust for him.

With her left hand she steadied herself as she leaned into him while her right grabbed the base of his shaft where her lips were unable to go. She began to work up and down, taking him as deeply into her mouth as she could, then pulling off, her squeezing hand following.

Her stomach fluttered as she remembered what she had uncovered in countless writings and tellings of the great fellatio; it's all about eye contact. Not breaking her developing rhythm, she angled her head and cast her eyes upward. She moaned involuntarily at the overwhelming arousing affect staring into his eyes had on her, causing her now aching sex to clench in desperate anticipation. She saw the flicker in his eyes, the telling sign he was speared with just as much pleasure, if not more.

Continuing her suckling rhythm while her hand worked his shaft and scrotum, she allowed her eyes to communicate to him just how fucking much she wanted him, how proud she was that he was her boyfriend, how much she cared for him, wanted him. How completely she was his.