The Boss' Best Friend

The Boss' Best Friend The Boss' Best Friend

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Newly married and only 19, Rachel moves from Idaho to Georgia and discovers a whole new meaning of Southern Charm.

Summary

Newly married and only 19, Rachel moves from Idaho to Georgia and discovers a whole new meaning of Southern Charm.

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Submitted: July 03, 2015

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 The Boss’ Best Friend (Part One)

 

I opened the door to the small frame shop I worked at and the the bell above my head rang.  “It’s just me!” I yelled to my co-workers in the back.  I had just finished lunch and was wanting to finish up framing some beautiful photos of Amsterdam for a good customer.  I straightened the mat samples and and hung up a couple of moldings that had been left out while helping a customer. As I got closer to the back room I could hear the usual sound of the radio, and also a lot of laughter, which was odd because only Jared and my boss (and shop owner), David were supposed to be there, and Jared barely even spoke.  Oh well, must be something good I thought and went through the open door.

 

“How bad did y’all miss me?”  I joked as I entered the room.  I quickly recognized Jared, David and Craig (one of David’s best friends that came by often) standing around the work table.  But there was also another guy I’d never seen before standing close to the middle of the big and tall table we worked on.  It was obvious the he was the one talking and making them all laugh, because it stopped the minute I stepped in the room.  “I’ve been missin you all my life, Sugar”, the stranger said, looking me up and down with a pleased look on his face.  David quickly stepped in, “this is Brett, my other best friend I’ve told you about” he said while he patted Brett on the back.  My mind flashed back to all the crazy stories David had told me about him and his two best friends since childhood, and they were wild.  “Hi, I’m Rachel”, I said, “I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s great to finally put a face with the name” I said trying not to make eye contact with him.  “Well, I have heard a DAMN thing about you, and I’d like to know why David?” he said loudly in an accusing southern accent.  We all had southern accents, mine was the newest, but I was talkin with a twang before I knew it, after all, we did live and work in a small southern town just outside of Atlanta, Georgia.  But Brett’s accent was smooth and sexy.  “Fuck you!” David said while giving him the finger and lit up a cigarette.  

 

Before I knew it Brett was standing right next to me, with no inhibitions about personal space.  “Don’t I know you?” he said in a smooth and sexy voice, “nope, I don’t think so, just moved here from Idaho, about 3 months ago” I said matter of factly.  But I knew I’d never met him before, because I sure as hell wouldn’t have forgotten him.  I was getting bolder and looking at him, he was about 6’2” with light sandy, blonde hair cut short and professional.  He had olive toned skin and definitely worked out, I thought he was gorgeous even though he was about 15 years older than me.  

 

“I could swear I’ve seen you before” he said with a huge smile on his face.  “I don’t think so” I whispered sassily.  I was starting to getting some of my sassiness back, and was feeling more confident for some reason.  “Aren’t you Miss July?” he asked and raised his eyebrows.  My 19 year old mind was not getting it fast enough, and I quickly and naively said, “No, I’ve never been in a pageant before!”.   David, Jared and Craig busted out laughing, while Brett leaned even closer to me and in the sexiest voice I’d ever heard said, “are you sure you’re not Miss July, because I pretty damn sure it’s you that’s going to help us celebrate our nation’s freedom in my Playboy calendar, Beautiful?”  I just stood there as I finally “got it”, looking like a total idiot I’m sure.  “And this July is going to be the hottest one I’ve ever had” he continued.  “Shit!!” I thought.  Here I was, 19 years old, I’d just moved across the country with my new husband of 3 months (we’d dated for 2 years), and this southern charmer was soaking my panties without even touching me.  I didn’t dare to move.

 

The other guys finally stopped laughing, and started back on their projects and chatting again.  Brett still had me cornered against the tall work table.  “What brings you all the way to Georgia?”  he asked,  “My husband’s job” I answered waiting for the most common response I was given when I told people I was married.  “You’re fucking married? How old are you 18?” he asked completely shocked.  “19” I answered back softly, keeping my eyes on an ink stain on the green carpet.  “Why would you get married so young? Were you high school sweethearts or somethin?”  he asked curiously.  I kept my eyes focused on the floor still, “Yeah, pretty much”  I said barely audible.  I felt his fingers under my chin as he lifted my head to look him in the eye.  “I’m married too” he stated, “almost 10 years, whattya think of that?” “That’s great” I said, “congratulations” I smiled and slipped under his arm and out to the store front to try to get some air.  

 

What had just happened?  I was married and had just been VERY hit on by a married man!  My co-workers knew my husband, he worked a block up the street, Larry’s boss, Larry had got me the job at the frame shop, and he stopped by regularly.  I was so confused, did I do something wrong, did I flirt back in front of everyone?  I decided not to tell my husband, he would act devastated and blame it all on me. That was the best thing to do, just keep my mouth shut.  I hadn’t seen Brett in the three months I worked there, when would I actually see him again.  

 

Just as I made made up my mind to not tell my husband about this afternoon, I turned to walk back to the work room, and as I turned I ran smack into Brett’s chest. “Are you kidding me!?!”  I said, suddenly realizing I’d said it out loud.  “Sorry”  I said to Brett feeling stupid.  “What are you sorry for, being the sexiest woman in the entire state of Georgia?”  My breathing hitched and I swallowed hard.  “Problem, Sugar?” he asked cockily.  I’d dated cocky guys before and my quick whit instinctively returned. “No problem, Sweetie Pie” I barked sarcastically.  “Well, Legs for Days, if there isn’t a problem, why can’t you breath properly?”  he said sexily with a determined and lusty look in his stunning green eyes.  “What’s your problem, not getting enough sex at home?”  I flirtatiously over-exaggerated.  The battle was on.  “Not at all” he smiled “even now that she’s 7 months pregnant she lets me fuck her doggy style” confidence oozing from every pore of his body.  “Oh! That’s SO nice that your own wife LETS you fuck her, how long do you have to beg her to let you?”  I smirked.  He immediately grabbed me and pulled me into him, his hard cock pressing against my stomach through his jeans.  My breasts slammed against him, and his scent was stronger than ever and making me extremely horny, it was nice to be wanted like that.  Larry, wasn’t confident and when he tried stuff like this it was always awkward.  “Shit, Larry!” I  thought.  I put my hands on his chest and pushed away, giving him a sultry look I spoke just above a whisper, “I’ve gotta get back to work, before your best friends fires me”.  And I walked to the back room swaying my perfect ass the entire way!

 

“FUCK!” the front door slammed and the bell rang as Brett exited.  David looked at me, with a “What’d you do” expression, and Craig started laughing as David went to find Brett.  Craig followed and left Jared and I alone to work.   Jared kept quiet and was basically there to do his job and get a paycheck.  He said nothing, and we worked till closing time.  I locked up the shop for the night since we didn’t see David again for the rest of the day. I walked up the street to meet Larry and go home.  There was no use telling him, he was already a jealous man.  We rode home in silence and at home things were pretty quiet too.  I told him I was tired and that I’d had a long day, which wasn’t untrue, and that I was going to bed at 8:30.  As tired as I was, I couldn’t fall asleep.  Thoughts of Brett and my day ran through my mind over and over.  I was still awake when Larry came to bed, but pretended to be asleep as my mind kept whirling with thoughts of Brett.   When I finally fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning, I dreamt of Brett.

 

I didn’t know what work was going to be like today, I was a little nervous since the last time I saw my boss, he was going after his best friend who was supposedly upset.  Could I get reprimanded for what happened yesterday?  I loved my job and I didn’t want to get fired over some weird afternoon with the boss’ best friend.  

 

I was surprised to find the door still locked and Jared sitting outside having a smoke while he waited to be let in.  Jared didn’t say much, just a “hey, how’s it goin?”  in a tired voice.  He had a massive urn of coffee so I sensed he’d had a late night also.  But I didn’t ask.  I guess everyone’s friday night was exciting except for mine. I turned on all the lights, and all the machines, and the morning was humming.  Jared turned on the radio and we both went to work on our assigned projects.  The morning was pretty slow, especially for a Saturday. I only had a couple of customers come in, probably because of it was rainy.  Jared and I worked hard and got a lot done, singing with the radio, we’d turned it up louder than usual we continued cranking out finished pieces, feeling extremely productive.  

 

At about 2:00 p.m. David burst in.  He had a huge spot of what looked like road rash on his forehead.  “Are you alright?”  I asked concernedly “Oh I’m fine, YOU”RE the one who’s in trouble” he said laughing and Craig started laughing with him. Craig had driven David to the shop, and I had the feeling David was still enjoying a good buzz, from whatever he drank last.  “Why am I in trouble?” I asked as sweet as I could, for somebody that thought they were getting fired.  David started rambling on about his night with Craig and Brett, how they gone to a bar in downtown Atlanta, and no matter how many drinks they got into Brett, he still wouldn’t shut up about me.  I asked David what Brett said, but he just kept telling his story about last night.  I came to find out, that they ended up going to several bars per Brett’s request until he found a girl that “looked like me.”  Finally settling on a girl with , “long blonde hair, blue eyes, nice tits”  as David put it.  Brett danced and flirted with this girl until she agreed to fuck him in the ladies room.  When she came storming out yelling, “my name’s not Rachel you asshole! It’s Shelly!”  Brett was leaning on the open ladies’ room door hurrying to do his pants up and yelling back, “Well fuck you Whore, Rachel’s SO much hotter than you’ll ever be! You’re a fugly bitch!!”  Getting kicked out of that bar, they bar hopped till they finally found a hotel and crashed, since not one of them were capable of driving. “He cheated on his pregnant wife!?” I spat without even thinking.  “He does it all the time, Kimberly knows he cheats on her, she gets pissed, threatens to leave him, but always takes him back” Craig said matter of factly. My mouth must’ve dropped wide open because David and Craig just started laughing at me again.  “We’ve known Kimberly since college when we all met, and this is the way it’s always been” Craig said shrugging his shoulders. 

 

We worked on a few more pieces and David decided to close up early since it was so slow and he had a huge hangover, not to mention the huge open sore on his head, which I soon found out that he had been too drunk to walk and bent down to sit when he went head first into a brick wall,  None of us ever let him live that down.

 

I walked up to Larry’s work and hung out while he finished a few things up.  We went out for Mexican food and then home.  We both agreed it had been a long week and we were both exhausted.  My mind was going non-stop with thoughts of Brett, I tried to sleep but tossed and turned until I finally went downstairs to watch t.v., maybe that would help me get my mind off him.  I flipped through the channels and stopped on Showtime when I saw a very heavy sex scene on the screen.  I turned down the volume when the giant breasted girl started screaming, “Fuck me, fuck me Peter!” her chipmunk voice, as she got banged from behind.  I smirked at the bad acting and the obviously fake and overdone tits of the blonde, I lifted the remote to change the channel when the scene changed to a much more “normal couple” in a beautiful bedroom. She was dressed in classy lingerie and he was on the bed completely naked.  She crawled up on the bed on all fours giving the viewers a camera shot of her good size tits.  She started kissing the man on the bad and stroking his cock.  His hands were all over her and palming her breasts through her thin lingerie.  After sucking him till he came. She wiped off the corners of her mouth with her fingers. The man told her to take of everything so she was completely naked.  She moved off the bed and stripped down, letting the silky material fall to the floor, she stepped out of the silky material still wearing 5 inch red stilettos, swaying her hips, and moving with the background music.  The man kept telling her how beautiful she was, and complimented every part of her body as she walked around the four poster bed, dipping and swaying and licking each one.  I was starting to get horny, and Brett was back in my head.  I put my hands under the blanket and down my pants and started rubbing my pussy slowly over my silky underwear.  I was so wet already.  I closed my eyes and pictured Brett in my mind, I could smell his scent as if he was right there with me.  “That’s enough teasing the man on the t.v. said as he got off the bed and went straight to the woman in the red heels.  He faced her and kissed her hard before lifting her up and slamming her against the wall.  She wrapped her long, beautiful legs around him and was still wearing her red heels. He impaled her with his hard cock and she let out a scream, and they started thrusting each other in the same rhythm.  My own had starting moving faster and soon my panties were around my ankles and I had two fingers inside me and my other hand rubbing my clit. All I could see was Brett in my head, but I could hear the couple on t.v., “Oh baby you do everything right, you know how I need to be fucked, give it to me” she moaned.  I was on the brink of orgasm and slipped a third finger inside me and crooked me middle finger in the “come here” position to hit my G spot, I heard the on the screen say in a hoarse voice, “your husband will never know what your body needs, the way that I do, I know how you like it Baby.”  I bit down on the blanket on top me and with images of Brett flowing through my I came hard.  The blanket muffled my screams a little, and I as I kept bucking into my hand, my other hand grabbed my nipple and gave it hard squeeze, making me shutter again with another orgasm. I thought how much I wanted it to be Brett fucking me and not myself. I turned off the t.v., and drifted off to sleep, with thoughts of Brett and I in that gorgeous bedroom, him fucking me as I wrapped my long legs around him only wearing red high heels.  

 

I woke up early, the sun shining right on me as I had forgotten to shut the the blinds last night, oops!  Larry was still sleeping and I quickly hopped up and went to the bathroom cleaning myself off, my panties were in bad shape though, and so was the blanket.  I tossed them both in the washer with a few stray towels and one of Larry’s t-shirts, and slipped in the the master bathroom and into the shower. As I washed myself I lingered on my still sensitive clit.  I wanted to go another round but knew Larry was way too close and everything would echo in the shower.  I resigned to leaning against the wall of the shower, head first and replaying all the moments I’d had with Brett on Thursday.  My pussy was tingling and I was getting wetter and wetter, I imaged how it would feel with his hands on my breasts, and his mouth on mine. I started to moan without even knowing it, still closing my eyes I imagined Brett’s fingers sliding inside of me as he tugged a licked my nipples with his mouth, sucking and biting and flicking me with his tongue.  I moaned louder.  “You okay?” Larry flung the shower door open, and was watching me as I let the water fall on my back with my head against the tile.  “Yeah, I’m fine”  I stammered, “I think I just slept wrong on the couch last night because my back is really hurting.  I was just letting the hot water massage it to see if it would help.”  Larry was growing in his boxer briefs,  I pretended not to notice and faked more pain as he started stripping to get in the shower with me.  I grabbed my towel and “winced” some more and got out of the shower.  “I’m going to take some ibuprofen and lay down”  I said.  “Whatever!” Larry quipped obviously frustrated.  “Yank your own weenie, Bastard!” I thought meanly “and turn the water on cold and leave it there!” I finished yelling in my head. Larry wasn’t a bad lover, but he wasn’t a good one either.  I didn’t feel the least bit bad as I climbed into my soft sheets completely naked and started thinking about Brett again. What was happening to me? What was I doing? 

 

Sunday sped by pretty fast, I slept until 2 p.m. and then Larry and I went to a movie and out to dinner.  I did a couple of loads of laundry, including the blanket that was now free of my juices.  I slipped into bed early and turned on the t.v., Larry joined me shortly after and we watched Sunday night prime time until we fell asleep. 

 

Monday morning came too soon. I made and extra large pot of coffee and headed to my closet. Working in a frame shop, you really don’t worry about what you’re going to wear, you always have to wear pants, preferably jeans or just a durable and thick, and closed toed shoes with socks.  We cut and work with huge pieces of glass, and a lot of sharp objects.  So I was frustrated as I peeled off every outfit I put on that morning, trying to find the perfect one.  I kept thinking “what if Brett comes in?”  It was highly unlikely, but I still couldn’t decide.  I finally put on the first thing I had tried on, and wore that to work.  

 

The week was long and boring.  Even on my day off, I moped around the house.  I looked for something “hot” on Showtime, but I guess Wednesday afternoons aren’t really in high demand for the type of program I was looking for.  The rest of the week went even slower, I longed to see Brett, I’d only met him once and it seemed my body ached for him, maybe even missed him.  David even pulled me aside to ask me if I was okay.  I told him it was just PMS, and I’d try to lighten up.  He gave me a big hug and told me how much he appreciated me.  I loved my boss, David.  Probably because he was a friend before he was my boss, Larry’s boss had owned the frame shop before selling it to David.  That’s why I got the job so easily.  But I was also a quick study and teachable not to mention a lot more dependable than Jared. 

 

I left the shop Saturday evening feeling defeated. It had been a week and two days since I’d seen Brett. I walked the 2 blocks to Larry’s work slowly, I got a few “cat calls” on the way, but I just ignored them.  Normally, I would tease back, and have a little fun.  But I just didn’t want to. I went into Larry’s work and asked for the car keys, “I’ll be in the car listening to the radio” I said solemnly, and without waiting for a reply I turned and walked out.  I sat in the car flipping through the stations, until I came to an old ’80’s rock ballad.  “I’ll see you, in my dreams, there we’ll be safe tonight, from the lonely days of memories…” Giant was blaring through the speakers, I had turned it up and was singing at the top up my lungs. “Back in my arms again, and no matter what tomorrow brings, I’ll see you in my dreams, oh oh oh ohhh”  I didn’t realize that I had tears running down my cheeks, I hurried and turned down the radio and wiped my eyes.  Why was I crying?  Why was…? Larry opened the door and got in the driver’s seat.  “Have you been crying?” he asked.  “Yes, that song that they played at your cousin’s funeral came on. She was so young, cancer really does suck!” I pouted folding my arms.  He reached over and kissed my cheek.  “It’ll be okay, Honey, I promise” he said trying to soothe me. I faked a smile and said, “I know, it just hurts sometimes”.  We were quiet the rest of the way home.  

 

My friend Amy called on Sunday and asked if we wanted to come over for dinner, her husband would be grilling ribs, and she really needed to someone to share a bottle or two of wine with someone!  No one cared that I was only 19, everyone forgot because I was married and they all assumed I was older.  When we got to Amy’s, her backyard was packed with kids and other friends and neighbors.  I met so many people I couldn’t remember there names if I tried.  Larry got lost giving “what he would do” directions to Amy’s husband, Darren, at the grill.  Amy and I went into her house and away from the noise.  She poured me a glass of riesling and grabbed hers from the counter and led me into the formal living room.  “How’s work going?” she asked, along with all the other catching up questions.  We both established we were about the same as the last time we got together, nothing new and exciting to share.  I’d kept my mouth shut tight about Brett.  We got up for a refill and I took off my long cardigan sweater, revealing my short denim shorts and a pink camouflage tank I’d recently purchased.  “Damn Girl, you’re hot!”  Amy said sassily as she snapped her fingers.  “Why are you hiding that hot body of yours?”  “I’m not hiding anything, I just don’t have anywhere to wear these clothes, I’m always in pants for work, and then I change into my lounging clothes when I get home.  “Do you really think I look hot?”  I asked not knowing if I wanted the answer.  “Uh, YES! Do you not have a mirror at home?” she said sarcastically .  “Well did I just buy me this camo tank here, so I could feel like I fit in with y’all, how am I doin?”  I said in a deep southern drawl.  Amy laughed and tried to mimic my accent, “Well, I think that there camo tank helps show off them there dandy fine and hot titties, even from o’er yonder”.   We both busted out laughing until soon we were on the floor, giggling like little girls.  “Ouch! Something just bit me in the ass!” I said as I started searching for the culprit.  Amy started laughing, “It was me, Bitch! And I pinched that cute, tight lil thing.  You got it goin on and you cover it up like a nun!” she said with flattery in her voice. “We’re going shopping tomorrow to buy you some sexy clothes, so you can show off that body, but right now, we are going to open another bottle of wine”  she stated.  

 

Amy and I hit Lenox and Phipps Plaza on Monday night, I bought a variety of “sexy” tops, and even found many I could wear to work.  I also found some awesome jeans that made my ass look awesome, I bought a few different colors.  I then needed to find some shoes that would set all my new outfits on fire! I found several pair that I could wear to work too. “Ahhhh, success”  Amy sighed as we piled all our bags in the back of her Escalade.  “After a shitty day at work, there was no better way to end it” I smiled and winked at her.  “Wait, you never told me you had a bad day at work today, what happened?” she asked concernedly.  Nothing had happened, that was the problem, but I couldn’t tell Amy that, I started to think quick.  “Just some demanding customers, and some big jobs came in today, you know, normal Monday stuff”  I lied.  “I totally get it” she said nodding her head. 

 

She dropped me off at home and I quickly carried in all my bags.  Larry was laying on the couch watching a ballgame, he lifted his head and said “hello” and went back to his game.  I started emptying my bags and putting away my purchases.  I held a couple of the sexier dresses up on me in front of the mirror, I wasn’t that bad looking, in fact I was starting to feel quite sexy.  I winked at myself in the mirror and finished putting things away.

 

David called me early Tuesday morning to ask if I could meet him out at his house at the frame cutting shop.  The actual store was too small to cut the actual frames, so David had converted a barn into a very nice place to cute and put together frames, and store extra mats and other inventory we didn’t have room for.  It was very clean, and part stayed warm pretty warm with a couple of space heaters.  He still reminded me to wear a coat.  He was always telling me I was too skinny and needed more meat on my bones. I pulled up to the barn about 7:00 am, and could hear that David was already hard at work since he cranked up The Offspring and was singing at the top of his lungs, “you gotta keep ‘em separated” I had nearly given him a heart attack when I walked in because he didn’t hear me come in.  He told me he wanted me to start putting the frames together, while he continued to cut more.  I grabbed a big bundle of brown paper, filled with frames and walked over to my work space.  Just as I was getting finished organizing space, the barn door flew open.  “Good Fuckin’ Mornin!”  Brett yelled as he stood in the doorway.

 

My heart started to beat faster and faster, and I could feel myself getting wet.  Apparently I wasn’t the only on that was caught off guard as Brett looked at David and asked, “what the fuck is she doing here?”  “We needed to get some frames put together at the barn this morning, you got a problem with that?” David was starting to sound irritated.  “None whatsoever” Brett said as he walked towards me.  I was trying to concentrate on the frames, but images and fantasies I’d had about him filled my mind, and I could feel him getting closer to me, and his amazing scent was getting stronger.  “Is that your BMW parked outside?”  he asked moving closer.  “Yep!”  I answered quickly.  “What kind of girl works at a frame shop and drives an almost brand new 7 series BMW?” he asked getting right in my face so not only could I smell him, I could also see his gorgeous features, I could feel myself getting wetter by the second.  “I do!” I said proudly.  “It was a graduation present from my parents last year, they wanted me to have a reliable car.  And besides I don’t need to work at the frame shop, I like working at the frame, and I love who I work with every day, and I’m still not sure if I want to go to college.”  I rattled off wondering why I had just given him a run down of my life.  “So… you’re a little rich girl thanks to mommy and daddy?  Or does your husband take of all your expensive habits?”  he asked quizzing me.  “That’s really none of your business” I said trying me hardest to glare at him.  “Well, would you mind showing me your car?  I’ve been thinking about buying a BMW.”  He asked in a sweet as honey voice. “Yeah right” David mumbled under his breath.  “As long as it’s okay with David” I said.  “Get outta here, you two are making me nuts!” David yelled.  

 

Brett walked out of the barn first as we laughed at David’s comment.  As I turned to pulled the heavy barn door closed, I soon found myself pinned up against it.  Brett had his hands flat on the door on either side of my head.  “So do you wanna kiss me, or keep driving me wild?” he said sexily.  Being the smart ass I was I gave him a sultry look and asked him, “well what would happen if I kept driving you wild?”  I could see the bulge growing in his pants, and I slipped under his arm and walked over to the rock walk near the driveway, purposely swaying my hips, and showing off my assets in my new jeans.  He caught up with me and and hopped up and sat on the almost four foot wall.  I was now standing in front of him, he grabbed me playfully with his legs and pulled me closer to him.  He put his arms around my waist and pulled me even closer to him.  My mind was racing and my heart was pounding as he leaned down to kiss me.  “I’m married and so are you!” I blurted out.  “So?”  he said pulling me in with his legs again.  Damn, it was hard trying to be  “good”!  He leaned in again to kiss me and I turned my head, so his kiss landed on my cheek.  “I can’t”  I said,  “I’m sorry, I just can’t”.  I tried to walk away but he had me trapped with his legs around me.  “Do you wanna kiss me Sugar?” he was starring straight into my eyes.  “It doesn’t matter, you’re married and you cheat on her, and I don’t want to be just another notch in your already too crowded bed post!”  I was almost yelling and I could feel the burn of tears started to build up.  “Do you wanna kiss me, Sugar?”  he said in a calm and steady voice.  “Hell yes I wanna kiss you! But there’s SO many reasons why I shouldn’t!”  I broke free from his legs and starting walking towards my car in front of the barn.  I heard him hop down off the rock wall, and was pretty sure he wasn’t too far behind me, so I headed for the barn door.  

 

I was suddenly flipped around and found each hand pinned with one of his right above my head so my elbows were bent.  His lips smashed hard into mine as he laced his fingers with mine.  He coaxed my tongue with his and soon I was kissing him back.  Our tongues were entwined and dancing a hot and passionate dance that they already seemed to know. I brought my arms down and wrapped one around his neck and started massaging and running my fingers through his hair with the other, pulling him closer to my needy body.  I could feel his hard cock on my stomach growing bigger and bigger.  I wrapped my left leg around his waist and he dove further into my mouth, he pulled me up by my ass and I wrapped my right leg around him squeezing him tightly.  He slammed me harder into the barn still kissing. Our hips started to find rhythm together as his hard cock pushed against my throbbing pussy through our clothes.  We dry fucked hard against the side of the barn, desperately wanting each other and feeding each other’s lust, breathing heavily as we savaged each others bodies the best we could while wearing clothes.  I felt sexy and wanted and I was ready to give it all up to Brett to keep this incredible feeling alive.  I started kissing and nibbling on his ear as his mouth and lips moved down my neck and throat.  I moaned into his ear softly as he hit an extra sensitive spot on my neck, I could feel my tits harden and become more sensitive against his body and I tried to push them further into him.  My nipples were erect under me clothes and begging for attention. Brett’s moans were matching mine as grabbed and massaged my ass while working down my neck. 

 

“Hey now” I heard David say as the barn door opened and he stepped out.  The was one of his favorite sayings and it always made me laugh and think of the song.  But no song this morning.  “Fuck!” I shout-whispered into Brett’s ear.  “Don’t worry Sugar, I got ya” he said, and went on kissing my neck.  “Ohhhh!”  I moaned loud enough for David to hear unfortunately.  “Shit Brett! Do you seriously have to have to get in her pants while she’s on MY clock?” David said mostly joking with him and shaking his head.  “Look!” Brett said, as I unwrapped my legs from his body and he set me gently on the ground.  “Nobody is in anybody’s pants” he backed away from me with his hands in the air as if he was surrendering to the police.  David shook his head again with a smile on his face, “you’re a fuckin smart ass, Brett, and you know it too”.  Brett had already pulled me back into his arms and his hand and mouth were wandering. “Better than being a dumb ass, Davy” he joked taking his mouth off my neck just long enough to get the words out and returned all his attention back on me.  I knew I should probably be feeling sorry and even embarrassed by being caught by my boss, but the only thing on my mind was Brett and wishing David would disappear!  “So Smart Ass, why don’t you help Rachel and I load the frames in her car, I need her to take me down to open the shop, some of us have to work for a living” David said sarcastically.  Brett hesitantly pulled his lips from mine but returned a few times for a some quick kisses before he grabbed my hand and walked into the barn with me. I didn’t know what was happening but it felt incredible, and I never wanted it to end. 

 

We loaded up the frames and David hopped in the passenger seat of my car.  “Ready to roll?” he asked, “yeah, did we get everything?” I asked him back.  “I think so, let’s get outta here” he said.  Just then my door opened and Brett leaned in and kissed me passionately while he held the back of my head in his hand, I immediately responded feeling like we were the only two people on earth. “Shiiyiit!”  David yelled in his deep southern accent. Brett broke our kiss and told me he was going to follow us to the shop.  He kissed me one last time and shut my door.  “You okay to drive?” David said sarcastically as I put my seat belt on and started the car.  “I’ll be fine, thanks SO much for your concern though” I quipped.  “So you think Larry will like Brett?” David was staring at me and I knew his voice had taken on a more serious tone. “Dammit!” I thought, “Larry!”  “What are you doing Rachel? Brett’s one of my best friends in the world, but he’s a playboy, and he’s married too” he said with concern in his voice.  “Don’t ruin this for me David, PLEASE don’t ruin this for me!”  I begged as tears welled up in my eyes.  “I care about you Rach, and I just don’t want you to do something you’ll regret, and I think you’re going to regret this if it goes any further.  But I’ll always be here for you no matter what you decide,  but I refuse to be caught in the middle of this shit” he continued.  “Thanks David” was all I could get out without bursting into tears as I pulled into a parking space in front of the shop.  

 

I pushed the button and opened the trunk, but I just sat there staring at the steering wheel.  I knew what David was saying was true, I had already cheated on Larry by kissing and dry fucking Brett, and enjoying every second of it  and wanting more, didn’t help my guilt.  But I loved the way he made me feel and I wanted to feel that way again, I wanted him to make me feel that way again. But I was cheating, lying, being dishonest.  But damn!  I wanted to continue where we’d left off at the barn.  I was so confused.


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