dinner.
'Mike dear I must go. I'm sorry.'
'Do you really have to?' he asked hurriedly. 'Listen I'll come over right after work and we'll shoot up to that place in Malibu you liked so much.'
'I'd like to Mike. I-I just can't.'
'Why not?' he asked with asperity. 'You keep turning me down. What the hell did I do, for Christ sakes?'
'Nothing Mike… I'm just busy. I have a new job and I have reports to do, papers to correct. I'm just exhausted by dinnertime.'
'Okay, we'll make it this Saturday. I can wait two more days, I guess, even if I'm going nuts.'
'No, I can't. I have a faculty function I really must attend, Mike. I'm sorry.'
'All right, we'll spend the afternoon together,' he said despondently. 'I know a good place for lunch near Hollywood. Or we can eat at Marina del Rey near the water.'
When she balked again, he exploded. 'Mara, what the hell's happening to us. I don't like this.'
'Nothing, Mike. I'm just getting into a new job. The first semester is always tough going for a new teacher.'
'So tough you have to turn me down every day for a week?' he said. There was a pause and then his voice became very edgy. 'There's another guy right?'
'Oh Mike… ' Mara began, sensing his growing anger.
'No… no tell me. I want to know. A girl I'm crazy about, whom I've been very close to… whom I've gone to bed with regularly suddenly backs away… Is that what it is? You're putting out for some one else?'
'Mike I don't think we should discuss this over the phone.'
'You're tired of being balled by me right?' he said. 'I should have seen it coming. It's been getting obvious for a long time. You're a very passionate girl and I'm not doing it good for you anymore. I mean in the sex department. Be honest with me Mara.'
'You're saying nonsense, Mike,' she said sharply. She hated it when he felt sorry for himself. And she knew what was coming next. She was familiar with his moods.
'Mara, please marry me,' he said quietly.
She sighed. 'No, Mike. We agreed we'd forget marriage or if we wanted it, it would happen years from now. We agreed we'd just have fun.'
'How the hell can we have fun if you never see me?' he said frustratedly. 'You know how I am. Unless I get layed every day I'm no good for anything. For months I've been getting into your pussy or eating it. Or you eating my cock. Then suddenly I'm begging for it.'
'Mike, stop it, stop it right now,' she said irritably. The trouble was that he was right, she thought sadly. She had made love to him every night ever since their third date in Los Angeles and she had done it because he fascinated her. He was bright, told good jokes and liked to live in an elegant style. If he had any shortcomings as a lover it was that he was oversexed and too physically demanding. And he took absurd risks with her, even in his own office. And yet she had not minded that too much in the long run.
Not even when be had played a joke on his aging bookkeeper, she remembered. He had placed her in his chair and had made her call the woman in on the intercom buzzer. Then while Mara discussed some letter that he wanted Mary Jane to double check, he had sucked Mara's already moist pussy.
The idea was typical of his yen for practical jokes. When she had refused at first, he had insisted. If she could come without the bookkeeper guessing what was happening, he would take her to Las Vegas for the weekend. So she had called the dense woman in and explained that her boss, Mike, had asked Mara to give her some message while he was at the bank.
Then while Mary Jane sat opposite her making notes in her pad about what letters to check for cost figures on some new corporate projects, she had spread her legs. Mike, on his knees had crept between her thighs and pushing aside the crotch piece of her panties with his forefingers had begun to play with her clitoris. The sensation was so strong that she caught her breath.
Mary Jane Travers, a buxom woman who always smelled of oranges-she ate them incessantly between meals to cut down on her craving for high calorie sweets and cakes-had looked at her with concern.
'Are you all right, Miss Blake'?' she began.
At that instant Mike chose to run his tongue into her slit and she had almost fainted from the pleasurable hot flush she experienced.
'No… no… I'm just a little tired. Didn't have much sleep last night.'
Mary Jane had stood up. 'I've got some extra potent vitamins in my desk. Let me give you those. They'll give you more energy,'
'No, please, I'll be okay. Let me just finish giving you these. Now in the case of Midwestern Tractors Corporation, They are proposing a four million dollar addition to their Kansas plants and-eeh!'
She stopped and groaned as Mike's long, hot and pointed tongue had targeted expertly the most sensitive area of her pussy.
'Are you sure you're not ill, Miss?' Mary Jane repeated solicitously. 'It might be a lot better if you lay down on the couch.'
At that point Mike, the son of a bitch, had nearly given the thing away by laughing. And Mara had to admit it was funny. Yes it damned well would have been better if she could have lain down on the couch across the room, so she could spread her thighs and enjoy the delightful sexual jolts that were flooding through her body. She had wanted to laugh herself as Mary Jane pinpointed her need so well. But she had to cough instead, as loudly as possible, so that the bookkeeper would not understand what was going on below.
But the cough had caused extra problems. It had gone on so long and caused such apprehensions in the middle-aged woman that she had raced around the desk, as fast as her thick legs could get her there. Mara nearly died as the bookkeeper pounded heavily on her back. But what really concerned her was that Mike insisted on continuing to suck her vagina. If the bookkeeper's eyes ever strayed below her knees she mighty readily see Mike sucking her pussy like a sex-hungry sailor going down on a barmaid!
But she could not get up. Mike was holding on too tightly to her legs. So she had leaned forward to cover the aperture of the desk and keep the good woman from seeing what was happening to her.
It was not easy. The silly goose kept leaning over her and pounding and watching her with growing anxiety until Mara had to summon all her resources to keep from laughing out loud. And Mike's hyperactive tongue working madly between her thighs made things no easier.
Finally after what seemed like centuries, her vagina seemed to explode and she found herself gasping and shaking in the leather swivel chair.
'Good Lord,' Mary Jane cried. 'You're having convulsions. You need a doctor. Let me put you on the couch… I'll get one right away. There's a good one on the eighth floor.'
The poor woman fiddle faddled so heavily around her that Mara was convinced that she would lift her bodily and carry her across the room. The only way Mara could think to stop her was by putting her head down on the desk and whispering that she was all right. She had simply experienced a fainting spell and would be fine in a few moments. But the woman persisted in hovering about her until Mara nearly went out of her skull. If she pulled back the executive chair she was sitting on, Mary Jane would see Mara's panties pulled down over her legs and her pussy sopping wet from Mike's passion.
Suddenly she had a thought that saved her.
'Can you get me some brandy,' Mara said weakly. 'Brandy always helps me at a time like this.'
Mary Jane looked bewildered at her request and then smiled.
'There's a liquor shop down the block. I'll get you a bottle.'
'Let me pay you,' Mara said, fetching a ten dollar bill from her purse, her head still down. But Mary Jane would have none of it. It would go on her boss's expense account. After all Mara had fainted while doing his work hadn't she? Mara nodded shyly and closed her eyes to keep from snickering.
They had both roared with laughter when Mary Jane had gone out and she still recalled the joke with pleasure. But that was a long while ago and things had changed. She could simply not start anything new with Mike. And she had promised Ruth she would drop him as soon as she could.
'I'll call you when I'm free again, Mike,' she said firmly. 'I have to go now.'
