Friends Or Lovers Part 21

"Bye," he replied with just a hint of sarcasm.

Whatever hopes I had of growing close to Dave, they evaporated that night. I could not explain why, it was a sixth sense telling me not to get close to him. As I rode home in the taxi, the events of the last week just kept playing in my mind. My opinion of Mike had risen from rock bottom to something approaching respect. Perhaps I was attracted to him? My desire for John had changed from one of girlish l.u.s.t to one of sisterly love. As for Phil, he had changed from someone on a level with a placement student, to a sharp and roguish young man who merited the occasional fantasy. As for Dave, my respect for him was waning. What was going on? What was happening?

Chapter 32.

When I got home, I poured myself another gla.s.s of wine and had a bath. The events with Dave were upsetting so I tried to eradicate them from my mind with soothing music and some self-pampering. I ran a bath and as I lay in the warm water, I thought about Mike. I had to find a way to make up for the way I had treated him. Even though he had reason to feel bitter, he chose not to be. I wondered why he was not offended. The more I thought about him, the more I felt I had misjudged him, the more I started to like him.

As these positive thoughts about Mike ran around my head, it raised new questions over Dave. He had told me to "find out about Mike" because "he may become a problem". I was now curious about Daves comments. It was as if he felt threatened by Mike and wanted me to get dirt on him. I made a mental note to follow it up with Phil.

With these thoughts behind me, I started to relax and drink the wine. I indulged myself by recalling Phils red cheeks when I flirted with him. He may be young, but he was quite a dish. With the soap in my hands, I ran it over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and built up a sumptuous lather. Then I did my stomach, thighs and between my legs. I arched my b.u.t.tocks and started working on the folds of flesh between my legs. This was a good way to relax, but the water kept washing away the wetness I was feeling and prevented me reaching o.r.g.a.s.m, so I got out of the bath and returned to my bedroom.

On my bed was the bag from the launch. The SHARE experience? Yes, it was there. Inside the bag there were two gift-wrapped presents. I undid the larger one to reveal a tasteful package that contained a battery operated motor. There were two b.u.t.tons on it, one for switching the device on and off, and the other to increase and decrease the intensity. On the side were four holes for attaching accessories. There were several pads and a tube of gel. Some of the pads were round, but one was triangular and obviously moulded so that women could use it to remove their pubic hair. I started to feel aroused as the sense of expectation started to build.

I used my fingernail to slide under the sellotape and gently remove the gift wrap from the second gift. As I opened the package, I started to lick my lips with a sense of exhilaration. Inside was a d.i.l.d.o extension and another tube of gel. The d.i.l.d.o was mainly plastic but there were small metal panels inlaid at various points. A small instruction book was also inside and I excitedly opened it and read: "Apply the SHARE gel to both the accessory and the pubic hair remover for an unforgettable experience."

So there I lay on the bed almost breathless with antic.i.p.ation. I took it in my hand and turned it over. There was a fine mesh of plastic teeth interspersed with similar inlaid metal panels. I applied the first tube of gel, plugged the panel into the motor, and attached the straps that were included. By the time I had finished, I looked like a p.o.r.n model. Next I took the d.i.l.d.o and second tube of gel and worked my hands up and down the shaft until it was covered all over. I pictured Phils c.o.c.k in my hand to increase my excitement. I looked like someones wh.o.r.e, enjoying my s.e.xual power.

Lying back on the bed, I lifted up my legs and inserted the d.i.l.d.o into the motor device then inserted it. The gel was good and it slid in nicely and I worked it around until its full length was pressing on the pit of my stomach. I played with myself for a couple of minutes, pressing on my c.l.i.toris at the same time to heighten my arousal. Then, with my free hand, I reached over to the motor and pressed the on switch. A sensation ripped through me that made me shudder in total ecstasy. Not only could I feel a gentle vibration on my pubic bone, there was a gentle vibration inside me. I remembered the booklet describe an intensity b.u.t.ton for "a special experience". With each press, small shots of electricity engulfed my p.u.s.s.y from both the hair remover and the d.i.l.d.o and I just gasped.

The SHARE experience had been thoughtfully designed. As I let my finger work me into a frenzy, I imagined Phil, Mike and John walking into the room. There I was, bare breasted and naked with my legs wide apart, d.i.l.d.o inserted, as I played out a fantasy of being a hot and h.o.r.n.y s.l.u.t. Phil and John came either side of me. John took my b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his hand and gentled rubbed them while I felt Phils mouth on mine. John started to pinch and suck my nipples and run his hands all over my stomach and sides. While they gorged themselves, I imagined Mikes hand on the insides of my thighs and his mouth sucking on my fingers. My finger was now circling furiously, and I closed my eyes as I imagined Mikes tongue in place of my finger, ma.s.saging gently then harder then gentler again, then hard as his firm tongue edged me towards a heavenly climax. With one finger on my c.l.i.t, and the other periodically pressing the 'ecstasy b.u.t.ton, I imagined my three lovers filling me with c.o.c.k and spurting their c.u.m over me until wave after wave of pleasure set my convulsing body on fire.

As I lay on the bed exhausted, two strange thoughts burrowed into my mind. Firstly, I wanted Mike. I wanted to f.u.c.k him like no-one else I had ever met and felt I would do anything to have him. Secondly, the SHARE experience was going to make IC rich beyond belief. How could this product fail? How could anything capable of bringing women so much pleasure be anything except a runaway success?

In that moment, the future took on a positive glow and I saw myself as Phil had seen me, as a Professor of Cunning, a vixen with a keen eye, finishing a new plan to suck as much pleasure out of life as possible. With these debauched thoughts filling my mind my satisfied, naked, emotionally and physically spent body fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 33.

Despite my good intentions to get up early and speed off to work, my exertions the previous day caused me to oversleep. Hurriedly, I got up and took breakfast on the way to work. Even so, I was half an hour late. Given my attendance beyond the call of duty the previous evening, I felt ent.i.tled.

Once at work, my first port of call was Office Services from where I picked up the key to the company flat. I found that Dave had not e-mailed them and I wondered whether he too had overslept. That being the case, I signed for the keys on my own authority and proceeded to the legal department to sort out the paperwork.

"Hi, Stella," I said walking up to her desk. "Im here about the company flat. I need to arrange for Mike to rent it for three months. Has Dave been in yet?"

"Yes, he was in here about half an hour ago, but he didnt mention anything about a flat."

Thats strange, I thought. I was sure Dave said he would sort this out. Perhaps I had misunderstood him.

"Did he e-mail you about it?" I asked "Let me check," said Stella.

She quickly checked her inbox and shook her head.

"He must have forgotten!" I said. "We agreed last night that I could rent it out to Mike Bennett. I need to sort out a three-month tenancy agreement for him."

"Well, I can get the paperwork sorted," Stella replied. "But youll need Dave to sign the contract. It has to be a director."

"Okay. Can you sort out the paperwork and Ill come back this afternoon."

I returned to my desk and said good morning to Phil. He was cheerful and greeted me warmly. I felt that we were developing a good working relationship and the prospect of that pleased me. We had been through an emotional experience together.

I sent Dave an e-mail to ask him to sign the contract that Stella was preparing and promised to catch up with him later in the day. I told him that "after testing the product personally, I think the SHARE experience is going to be a winner."

I chatted with Phil and mentioned that I wanted to offer my apologies to Mike.

"Keep that off the record," quipped Phil.

"Yes, of course," I responded.

Then for a reason I could not fathom - I winked at him. He gave me a broad smile in return. What was I doing? Even as I struggled to understand myself, I felt good inside, like a newborn person. She was happier than the old one, confident and self-a.s.sured, complete and rounded, tolerant and self-critical. I found that it gave me pleasure to give others pleasure.

I found Mike having a coffee with a woman.

"Can I just interrupt a moment?" I asked.

"Sure, were just chatting."

"Here are the keys for the flat. Dave says you can move in any time you like. Theres some paperwork being drawn up. Youll need to sign that later."

"Thanks! I appreciate this."

The woman nodded her approval too, which struck me as slightly odd. She was older than me. Her clothes were well kept but not designer labels. She came across as someone who would look chic if she could afford it, but was not currently able to. Her face had a modest amount of make-up around the eyes, but other than this she had a natural beauty that her advancing years did nothing to diminish.

"Do you need any help moving in?" I asked.

"Are you offering?" Mike replied, in hope more than expectation, I think.

"Sure, Ill help!" I responded.

"Thanks!" he said with some surprise and pleasure. "This is Sally," he said looking at his coffee companion. "Shes offered to help as well."

Sally! Things quickly slotted into place. I studied her more closely and felt her doing the same to me. She was in her mid-forties and kept herself fit. Her face looked as if she applied cream, but I could not detect any eye-shadow or blusher. Her attractiveness was natural, not manufactured. I extended my hand.

"Good to meet you. I feel like I already know you a bit," I said.

She glanced in Mikes direction as she responded.

"Yes, I gather he has told you quite a bit about me. Not all good I hope!"

I liked her playfulness and returned the favour.

"Well, he said hed leave you to fill in the details."

Mike smiled when he heard me say this and glanced at Sally to check that she was not going to scold him. Sally continued the riposte.

"From what hes been telling me, it doesnt sound like he left details out!"

"Then you can get your own back by telling me all his secrets!"

I felt an instant rapport. It was like that with John, and I hoped it would be the same with Sally.

Sally looked playfully at Mike.

"Good idea. There are plenty to tell," and then, as she looked back at me she added, "Are you interested in them?"

Linguistically speaking, she had just speared me and I realised she was checking me out on Mikes behalf. My confidence was high, however, and I continued to joust.

"Only the particularly wicked ones!"

She laughed out loud and then turned to Mike.

"Watch this one, Mike! Shes got her eye on you."

Mike gave me a wry smile. Today I stood my ground much better and did not look away.

"And very nice eyes they are too," he complimented.

Sally laughed and managed to divert attention from the colour that was flushing through my cheeks.

"Well, I have to familiarise myself with this new SHARE experience!" blurted Sally. I laughed out loud and it caused both of them to look at me enquiringly. At that moment I felt just a touch of embarra.s.sment.

"What?" I asked.

They both paused momentarily, and then Mike spoke.

"Are you going to share it?" he said, with a chuckle.

I caught his dark and s.e.xual humour, but it went over Sallys head. I wondered how I could respond without being too explicit.

"Im already familiar with the SHARE experience. Sally, youre in for a treat particularly if they give you a product sample."

Sally and Mike looked at each other in a puzzled way, and then Mike turned and winked at me out of Sallys line of sight. I actually felt b.u.t.terflies. He was definitely flirting with me. To my relief Sally did not ask any further questions.

"See you after work, then?" asked Sally.

"Ill come by your office around 5-ish," answered Mike.

"You definitely in?" asked Sally, directing the question at me.

I nodded and then Sally lent over and whispered into my ear.

"Be careful! h.e.l.l charm the pants off you and before you know it youll be deeply in love with him."

Her remark cleared up many loose ends. The story that Phil had uncovered, and that Dave had hinted at, suddenly made sense. Sally realised that she would never have a hold over Mike the way that she wanted to and had accepted the next best thing. I realised that she was talking from experience and while I was grateful for the advice, it also brought home to me that the issue was not whether he could charm the pants off me, but whether I could charm the pants off him.

Chapter 34.

Back at my desk, I asked Phil to come into my office. As my mind went back over events, I realised that Dave had fuelled my concerns about Mike and this had directly motivated me to ask Phil to investigate Mikes private life. Given the way that events had turned out, I wondered why Dave had done this.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

Phil looked quite relaxed so I felt it may be a good time to gather his thoughts on the outcome of the investigation.

"Okay. Quite a turn of events, wasnt it?"

"Yes it certainly was. When did you think something wasnt right?" I asked.

Phil sat back in his chair and became quite animated. He clearly appreciated his views being taken seriously and was keen to express them.

"Quite a while ago. When I sat in the canteen with Mikes colleagues nothing seemed to fit. When Mike lost his temper with you in that meeting, I think my suspicions were confirmed."

I wondered how much I should tell Phil. I was going to need his help again and involving him would be risky. I decided to come clean.

"I was not particularly clever over this," I said.

"You seemed pretty sharp to me," he replied.

I gave him a smile and shrugged my shoulders.

"Id love to take the credit," I said, "but that would be dishonest. Someone outside work a good friend suggested to me that maybe I was looking at things the wrong way."

"I see," mused Phil.

"You were not entirely wrong when you asked if someone had influenced my thinking."

It was Phils turn to smile at me.